Boston, Massachusetts. September 4th, 2021Bennington Street CemeteryIt's raining as you watch your mother's coffin lowered into the ground. Shannon Murphy, age 37, died of a stroke in her sleep two days ago. You found her body still in bed when you came home from school. Now, you're dressed all in black and wishing this was all a bad dream.Are you in a black suit or black dress?>Black suit (make protagonist)>Black dress (female protagonist)
>>2775089>Black dress (female protagonist)
>>2775089>>Black dress (female protagonist)
Any other votes? Voting ends in 10 minutes
>>2775089>Black suit (make protagonist)
>>2775089>>Black suit (male protagonist)
Need a tiebreaker
>>2775174Just flip a coin
>>2775089>>Black suit (make protagonist)
>>2775174Or if you want, make it a trap or a reverse trapThere, two in one combo
>>2775172Ninja'dYou're in a fairly decent black suit- a friend of your mother's gave it to you for today.The Reverend approches you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder."Your mother may be gone, but she's still watching over you-">What's your first name?
Rolled 3 (1d4)>>2775203I'll just roll for it.
>>2775218"-Phillip."You look down at your shoes. "Still doesn't make it hurt less." you say. The Reverend gives you a sympathetic look. "Son, may I ask if you know where you'll be going next?"You nod. "My mom used to talk about my dad... Apparently he's now some big tech mogul living out in Los Angeles. The lawyer who looked over Mom's will already called him, and he agreed to take me in."You leave out the part where the lawyer said your Dad sounded reluctant to do so.(Cont'd)
>>2775232The next 24 hours, your old life is systematically taken apart. Belongings are packed up, friends are given tearful goodbyes and promises to keep in touch that will probably be forgotten, and you are put on a plane bound for LAX.You don't sleep on the flight, despite how tired you are. You feel anxious about meeting your father, Carter Faye-a man you only know about from what your mother told you. When you land, you get off the plane to see a man in a suit holding a sign reading 'PHIL MURPHY'You walk up to the man.>Awkwardly ask him if he's Carter>"Phil Murphy, nice to meet.">Write in
>>2775263>"Phil Murphy, nice to meet you."
>>2775263>"Phil Murphy, nice to meet."
>>2775270>>2775280"Phil Murphy, nice to meet ya." you say, extending a hand to shake. The man surprisingly accepts the handshake. "Nice to meet you too, Phil. My name's Jackson Wood...I'm pretty much your dad's errand boy." He chuckles. "Just don't tell him I said that. Grab your things and we'll get you to your dad's place."Jackson leads you to a pretty nice luxury car and helps you cram your luggage inside. As the car pulls out of the parking lot, Jackson shakes his head in disbelief. "It's crazy...Two days ago, I didn't even know Mr. Faye even had a kid.">"Yeah, I don't know much about him, either.">"Mom said he was a good guy, but I'm not so sure...">Write in
>>2775321>"Yeah, I don't know much about him, either."
>>2775321>"Yeah, I don't know much about him, either.">Ask Jackson about your dad.
>>2775366>>2775367"Yeah, I don't know much about him, either." you admit, tapping your fingers on the armrest under your door window. "What's he like?"Jackson takes in a breath. "He's...How do I put this...He's a little distant? Like, the man's brilliant, went from working out of a rundown apartment to running a multi-million dollar corporation...But he's not exactly a dazzling conversationalist. Tends to keep things short and to the point."As the car takes a turn, it slows into the driveway of what can only described as a mansion. "Welcome to your new home, Phil. Whatcha think?">"The architect was a big fan of glass...">" Are you sure my dad isn't secretly a Bond villain?">Write in(Battery running low, gonna catch some Z's)
>>2775410>>" Are you sure my dad isn't secretly a Bond villain?"
>>2775410>" Are you sure my dad isn't secretly a Bond villain?"Night!
>>2775433>>2775452>>2775458You turn to Jackson and raise an eyebrow.. "Are you sure my dad isn't secretly a Bond villain?" you ask sardonically. Jackson bursts out laughing. "I dunno, I'll keep my eyes peeled for plans to take over the world." he says.You grabs your bags out of the car as Jackson leads you in. You walk past the biggest TV you've ever seen and a stereo system that could probably knock you through the windows if you gave it the chance as you walk past the living room. "Mr. Faye!" Jackson calls out. "Your son is here."You hear footsteps coming down a flight of stairs towards you. You look up to see your father- dressed up in a nice suit and with a completely unreadable expression."So you're Phillip." he says. "Condolences for your mother.">"Nice to see you too, Dad.">"...that's all you have to say?">Write in
>>2775753>>"Nice to see you too, Dad."
>>2775753>Nice to see you too, Dad."
>>2775759>>2775768You give Carter a small wave. "Nice to see you too, Dad." you say. Carter takes a long look at you before saying: "You'll be starting at University High School tomorrow. Jackson's offered to drive you to and from school, but you may walk if you wish. I've got a meeting tomorrow, so I probably won't be back before midnight. Your room is the second door to your left down the hall. The WiFi password is capital Q-lowercase G-nine-capital P-capital O-four-two. Any questions?"Damn, Jackson was right. You feel like you just got what should've been an hour's worth of conversation whittled down to 30 seconds.>"Capital G lowercase q- hang on, I'm gonna need to write this down.">"...not even a 'how are you'?">"It's OK. I can take care of myself.">Write in
>>2775793>Write inIt'll be awkward living under the same roof not knowing anything about what sort of person he is. Will be he free at any point to hang out or have a meal or something to get to know each other better?
>>2775793>>"Capital G lowercase q- hang on, I'm gonna need to write this down."
>>2775793>>"Capital G lowercase q- hang on, I'm gonna need to write this down."> "Are you sure my dad isn't secretly a Bond villain?" implying he isn't trying to take over the world by summoning demons from the digital realm.> MC is a potato loverIf our Persona isn't Sétanta or Cú Chulainn I'll scream
>>2775809>>2775813"Capital G, lowercase q-"You've already forgotten the rest of the password. "I'm gonna need to write this down...."You get the password written down and head to your bedroom. It's really nice- it's even got an electric fireplace!You check to make sure that the cover is on tight before turning it on low. It's really warm and cozy, but when you lay down in bed, you feel like you're in a hotel, not a home. Nevertheless, fatigue catches up to you, and you being to drift off...You hear a voice, one that walks the line between creepy and comforting."Welcome, young dreamer, to the Velvet Room..."
>>2775835You open your eyes to see yourself in what looks to be a hotel lobby decked out in various shades of blue. You can hear the sound of a piano and operatic singing faintly in the air.(OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU5ierrGKww)You are seated on a blue couch, across from a strange looking man- balding, in a three piece suit, and with an impossibly long nose. Standing by his side is a beautiful bespectacled woman with white hair and golden eyes. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance," says the odd man. "This place exists between dreams and reality, mind and matter. It is a room only those who hold a 'contract' may enter. My name is Igor, and this is my assistant, Safie."Safie says nothing, only bowing to you. "You have been placed upon a very unusual path by the hands of fate. Time will tell what story awaits for you...."You abruptly wake up to see the sun rising.SEPTEMBER 7/EARLY MORNINGYou yawn and stretch, still feeling a little groggy from jet lag. You enter the kitchen to see Jackson making scrambled eggs and toast."Oh, morning Phil!" says Jackson. "I was just about to wake you up.">"You really didn't need to cook breakfast for me, Jack.">"Where's dad...?">"Morning!">Write in
>>2775835Tweak the nose. Do eeeet
>>2775861>"You really didn't need to cook breakfast for me, Jack."> But I appreciate it
>>2775867>>2775868"You really didn't need to cook breakfast for me, Jack." you say. "But I appreciate it."Jack smiles. "Thanks! Hey, do you want me to give you a ride, or do you wanna walk? It's a pretty long way to go by foot.">Get a ride>Walk
>>2775883>walkGives a chance to enjoy the scenery.
>>2775883>WalkHave to get our bearings
>>2775883>get a ridedon't want to be late on our first day because we got lost like an idiot
>>2775883>Get a rideWe'll familiarize ourself as we walk back.
>>2775883>>get a ride
>>2775886>>2775888>>2775899"I'll walk," you say. Jack shrugs. "Alright, but you better hurry or you'll be late." he cautions.Turns out, he wasn't kidding- the schools FIVE GODDAMN MILES AWAY.Why the hell didn't dad tell you this?You're too far away to run back home, so you begin jogging to school, thankful you remembered to put on anti-persperant today.As you jog, you see an ambulance pulled up to one of the ritzy houses, with a paramedic carrying a middle-aged woman out of the house on a stretcher. You catch a couple snippets of conversation between a paramedic and what you assume to be the woman's husband."-just wouldn't wake up. I tried poking her, loud music, opening her eyelids, cold water-""-you say she had no signs of sickness when she went to bed?""-she was perfectly fine""-take her to the hospital"You keep jogging by.(OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wus84OMxsN4)You manage to make it to school on time. University High School looms over you- it's way bigger than your school back in Boston. You take a look at your schedule. Your homeroom class is English with Mr. Hopkins in room 208. Despite it being on an entirely different coast, the classroom looks like one from your old school. The teacher is a man in his mid-60s with graying hair and EXTREMELY bushy eyebrows. It looks like someone glued Brillo pads to the poor guy's face. "Alright, class, you know the drill- stand up and say your name and something about yourself when I call your name." says Mr. Hopkins. The class goes through the rigamarole, and then it comes to you. You stand up and say:"My name's Phil Murphy...">"and I just moved from Boston to LA.">"and I'm new in town.">"I'm Carter Faye's son.">Write in
>>2775932>>"and I'm new in town."
>>2775932>"and I just moved from Boston to LA."Let's not open by bringing up the topic that we can't actually carry a conversation about. Still, we ought to give at least some details that aren't immediately obvious anyway.
>>2775932>"and I just moved from Boston to LA."
>>2775936>>2775939"...and I just moved from Boston to LA." Some guy at the back guffaws. "Yeah, we can tell by that goofy accent- you gonna pahk ya cah in Hahvad Yahd?"You're about to make a rebuttal that Bostonian's don't sound like that when the guy seated next to you- an African American teen with a buzzcut and a goatee- turns around and gives the heckler a dirty look."Hey, you're one to talk about 'goofy', Mr. White Boy With Dreads, so shut ya dumb ass up and leave him alone!"Mr. Hopkins looks angrily at both students. "Marcellus, you better not use that kind of language in my class. Bryce, I better not catch you giving Phil a hard time ever again."Mr. Hopkins shoots you an apologetic look before handing out syllabus sheets. "You know the drill, we'll be going over this, and your first homework assignment will be to have your parents sign these so we're all understood what my grading policies are."After first period lets out, you go to your locker and bump into the guy who stood up for you in class. "Yo, don't let Bryce get under your skin, dog. Everyone here knows he's a Grade-A doucebag." says the student. >"Eh, I wasn't really bothered.">"Thanks for sticking up for me.">"There seems to be a douchebag in every school...">Write in
>>2775932Wait, we're actually pretty fit aren't we? Jogging five miles in a decent time requires some respectable base of fitness.
>>2775956>"Eh, I wasn't really bothered.">"But thanks for sticking up for me."It's no worse than what we had to sometimes put up with before we moved. People are people wherever you go.
>>2775956>"There's always assholes, but thanks."
>>2775961>>2775965"Eh, I wasn't really bothered." you say. "But thanks for sticking up for me.""Hey, no problem, man!" says the student. "Name's Marcellus, but everyone calls me 'Cel'.""Nice to meet you, Cel." you say. "So what brings you to LA, anyway?" asks Cel. "Trading in Boston Winters for LA Sunshine?">"...my mom passed away.">"I moved in with my dad.">"...it's kinda personal.">Write in
>>2775982>>"I moved in with my dad."
>>2775982>"I moved in with my dad."
>>2775985>>2775987>>2775988You shrug. "I moved in with my dad." you say. "Ah, I see." says Cel. "Hey, if you ever need someone to help you get used to LA, just hit me up." He gives you his phone number and runs off to class. AFTERNOONClass lets out, and you have a veritable sheath of syllabus slips for dad to sign.>Walk back home>Call Jack for a ride
>>2776007>Walk back home
>>2776007>>Walk back home
>>2776008>>2776020>>2776025>>2776028You decide to walk back home, this time not in a rush to get where you're going.As you walk home, you can hear ambulance sirens in the distance...You come home to find Jack doing paperwork. "Hey, Phil, how was your day?" he asks when he looks up to see you."It was alright," you say. "I got some syllabus sheets I need dad to sign."Jack's mouth becomes a tight, grim line. "Mr. Faye won't be back today, remember?"You facepalm for forgetting that. "Crap, I gotta have them in tomorrow morning..." you say."I can sign them for him if you want," Jack offers.>"Isn't that forgery?" >"Will dad be OK with that?">"Sure.">Write in
>>2776036>"Sure."Jack is more like a dad than our actual dad at this point, why not?
>>2776040>>2776061You shrug. "Sure." you say. You hand the papers over to Jack, and he quickly goes signs each one."You're not gonna read them?" you ask. Jack shrugs. "I trust you to be responsible with your schoolwork, and your dad probably does, too."You take some time to get stuff unpacked and set up in your bedroom when you hear the doorbell and Jack calling out "Dinner's here!"You walk into the dining room to see Jack paying a delivery guy. "Hope you like Thai food." says Jack.>"Never had it.">"That's a little spicy for me...">Write in
>>2776073>"Never had it."
>>2776073>>"Never had it."
>>2776073>"Never had it, but I'll eat just about anything."
>>2776074>>2776078>>>> Anonymous (ID: 4v5CjAiE) 08/01/18(Wed)13:27:37 No.2776078▶>>>2776073 (You)>>>"Never had it.">>2776083"Never had it." you say. "Oh, you're gonna love it," Jack says excitedly. "There's so much good food in LA."You eat curry pad thai and green papaya salad as Jack turns on the TV to the news."-in other news, hospitals around the LA Metropolitan Area have reported an influx of patients falling into comas. Doctors are uncertain of the cause of these incidents, but caution people to stay alert for people passing out.""That's weird..." Jack mutters through a mouthful of crab rangoon. After swallowing, he continues. >Don't comment.>"On my way to school, there was this old woman...">Write in
>>2776096>>"On my way to school, there was this old woman..."
>>2776102>>2776105>>2776116"On my way to school, there was this old woman..." you say. "They were putting her in an ambulance and...I think I heard someone say something like 'she wouldn't wake up'."Jack's eyes go a little wide. "Freaky." he remarks. He then shakes his head. "Buuuut it's probably not anything to get too worried about. Odds are it's just a coincidence.""Yeah..." you say. But you have an uneasy feeling in your gut...something about this seems wrong, and you don't know why...You go to bed, trying to sleep the anxiety away...
>>2776136You're runningsomething's chasing youit's so darkyou don't know where you areits getting closera voice calls out to youyou don't know what it's sayingThere's a key on the ground.>Grab the key>Keep running
>>2776141>Grab the key
>>2776141>>Grab the key
>>2776147>>2776151>>2776153You stoop over to grab the key. It's an old, iron key that feels a little heavy in your fingers. You stand back up as something behind you reaches for your face-You wake with a start, cold sweat running down your face. "Just a bad dream..." you mutter to yourself. You get up to get ready for school when you hear something hit the floor with a 'thunk'. You look to see the key from your dream lying on your floor. You feel a little clammy as you stoop down to pick the key up, just as you had done in your dream. You almost expect something to grab from behind again, but no such thing occurs.You nervously pocket the key, wondering what the hell is going on.---WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8/MORNINGYou get a ride to school, having needed a shower to get the nightmare sweat off of you. Mr. Hopkins begins taking signed syllabus sheets. "Hey, you don't look so good..." Cel remarks as Hopkins walks past you.>"I'm fine.">"Didn't get much sleep.">Write in
>>2776168>>"Didn't get much sleep."
>>2776168>"Didn't get much sleep."
>>2776168>"Didn't get much sleep."Still haven't adjusted to the time zone.
>>2776173>>2776170>>2776176"Didn't get much sleep." you say. "I getcha." says Cel, nodding with understanding. "New town, new time zone...that can be a lot to deal with."As class lets out, you begin to walk out, only to feel a wave of fatigue wash over you- then immediately fade away.When you manage to get back to your senses, you hear a commotion down the hall. People are yelling for help and they all seem to be forming a crowd. Cel walks up behind you. "Dude, what's going on?" he asks."Nothing good." you say instinctively.You push through the crowd to see a brown-haired girl slumped on the ground, completely unconscious. Teachers rush to her side, trying to wake her up, but to no avail. "Oh shit," Cel says quietly, going wide-eyed. "Oh, shit, this is not happening...""You know her?" you ask. Cel nods, seeming to be out of it. "Yeah...that's Rebecca Pendergrass...I went to the same elementary school as her, and she's in my history class...oh shit, what if this is connected to the comas?"You watch as a teacher tries to pick her up, and that's when you spot something bizarre: a keyhole embedded in the side of her head. "What the fuck..." you mutter to yourself."This is bad," groans Cel, looking distressed.>"Just calm down. They're gonna take her to a hospital.">"We can't really do anything about this...">Write in
>>2776214>Ask Cel if he sees the keyhole.
>>2776214>"Just calm down. They're gonna take her to a hospital."Well we can't shove the key into her now, that's for sure. Let's talk to Cel about this later.
>>2776214>>"Just calm down. They're gonna take her to a hospital.">Ask Cel if he sees the keyhole
(Taking a break, bbl)
Could we get a portrait for Jackson and maybe Mr. Hopkins since he’s the homeroom teacher
>>2775813>Sétanta or Cú Chulainn>orPretty sure those are the same guy.Also>not Fintan mac Bóchra>not Fionn mac Cumhaill>not mah boy Diarmuid Ua DuibhneThere's loads of badass mother fuckers in Irish mythology.>>2775956>pahk ya cah in Hahvad Yahd?Can we kick his ass? As a Bostonian we're like, legally REQUIRED to kick his ass for that one. Nobody fuckin' talks like that.>>2776214>"Just calm down. They're gonna take her to a hospital."
>>2776219I'll support this.I've been wanting a Persona Quest for a while, I'm really excited for where this goes!
>>2776285What actually happened with that other persona quest, the one with the teacher who always wore a plaguemask in the void?
Cel romance when?
Are we going to get an mascot pet like Teddie and Morgana?
>>2776265Irish mythology is fucking hardcore, and we need to get an awesome persona to match.Also, if we're a potato and this quest is called Persona Dreamland, I'm gonna be real surprised if we don't get some fairy bullshit up in here once we get to our equivalent of the demon world. Irish folk heroes had a lot of dickhead fairies to deal with.
>>2776387The mainline MegaTen games are also CRAWLING with Demons based on figures from Irish myths.Tam Lin, Setanta and Cu Chulainn (them being separate entities in mainline MegaTen is probably what >>2775813 was referring to when listing them separately), Silky, Dullahan, Scathach, Leanan Sidhe, Kelpy, Dagda, Cait Sith, hell the fuckin' Claimh Solais was a weapon available in Megami Ibunroku Persona and Persona 2: Innocent Sin.The MegaTen devs are total fucking Celtaboos.
>>2776265>>2776387I'll try to get some Irish myth involved, but now I'm really nervous you guys are gonna be disappointedin the theme I came up with.>>2776232>>2776233>>2776236"Just calm down. They're gonna take her to a hospital." you say. In the hubbub, you pull Cell aside and look him in the eyes."I know this will sound crazy, but I need you to tell me something." you say to Cel in hushed tones. "Did you see the keyhole in Rebecca's head?"Cel gives you a blank look. "You're trippin'." he says bluntly after an awkward silence. "The fuck you talking about?"You pull out the key. "Last night, I had a dream that I was running down a hallway and I picked up this key. When I woke up, it was on my bedroom floor. I could be crazy, but I think some weird stuff is going on here.""So, lemme get this straight," Cel says, clapping his hands together and breathing in deeply. " You think a key that you found on the floor is connected to Rebecca's blackout?">"I don't know, but it's worth a shot.">"Yes.">"Look, I know it's a reach but just lemme try something.">Write in
>>2776744>"I don't know, but it's worth a shot."You got a better idea?
>>2776744>"I don't know, but it's worth a shot."No idea how we're gonna convince this guy we're not either crazy or just fucking with him.
>>2776744>>"Look, I know it's a reach but just lemme try something."You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
>>2776758>>2776764"I don't know, but it's worth a shot." you say. Cel crosses his arms. "....I guess. Beats sitting around doing nothing. How we gonna do this?""See if you can figure out what hospital Rebecca's being taken to. We'll meet up after class and try to see her."Cell rubs his forehead. "If this doesn't work, I'm gonna be pissed..." he mutters.AFTERNOONYou're too distracted with what happened to Rebecca to concentrate, but that seems to be the same for everyone.When you get out, you text Dad about hanging out with a friend. Cel walks up to you just as you send the text."OK, they took Rebecca to St. John's." says Cel. "I'll drive.""You have a car?" you ask. "Yeah. It's a clunker, but it's faster than walking." answers Cell.Clunker is putting it politely- it's a beat-up sedan from the late 00s at best. The driver door isn't even the same color as the car. Cell drives to the hospital and stops in the parking lot."How are we even gonna get inside?" he asks.>".... That'sa good question.">"We ask politely.">"Ever play Metal Gear? That's the game plan.">Write in
>>2776817>>"Ever play Metal Gear? That's the game plan."Kept you waiting, huh?
>>2776817>"We ask politely."They gotta let her "friends from school" in to see her.
>>2776817>"We ask politely."I'm pretty sure you no longer need to be strictly family to visit, right? Cel said she was a childhood friend, right? Gotta play that angle, man. Puppy dog eyes, full on tears.
Please OP whatever you do, make shit closer to P2 and previous games, and not anything like P4 or P5. At least have creativity when it comes to demons and shit?
>>2776865>>2776875"We ask politely." you say. Cel looks a little surprised by how straight forward your plan is."Fuck it, let's go." he says, getting out of the car.The two of you stride up to the reception desk. Cel speaks first."Hey, do you have Rebecca Pendergrass here?" he asks. The receptionist doesn't even look away from her computer monitor. "Sir, only family can visit at this time.""C'mon, please." pleads Cell. "She's an old friend of mine and I just wanna make sure she's alright." There's desperation in his voice- he's either seriously worked up or a damn good actor.The receptionist relents. "Room 317, on the third floor. Please do not disturb her."You hurry to the elevator, bolting out and going to Rebecca's room. You can see the keyhole from the doorway."This better work," says Cel. If my mom doesn't know where I'm at in the next 30 minutes, I'm dead."You pull the key out and walk to Rebecca's side. She's completely unconscious...But something is off...Her breathing sounds labored, and...Are her eyes moving under her eyelids? You're not sure what to make of this. You look down at the key. "Here goes nothing..." you whisper as you extend the key to the keyhole.*CLICK*Everything goes black and white as time stands still. Cel's eyes go wide as saucers. "What the fuck did you do?" You turn to answer, but you hear a creaking sound. You look back to see Rebecca's head opening up, almost like a door. Through the opening comes an impossibly bright white light. You throw up an arm to shield your eyes- and see that your arm, along with the rest of your body, is turning into sand and being sucked into Rebecca's opened head. The same seems to be happening to Cel."What the f-" is all you can say before everything goes white.(Gonna take a break, because I'm an asshole that loves cliffhangers >:D )
>>2776927Well that was easier than I thought. Curious now what method we're gonna use to call up Personas. Considering the dream theme, I'm guessing just willing them into existence or that sand stuff gathering and forming them.
>>2776932Maybe we call our persona by closing our eyes and think of his existence like an imaginary friend. Or by holding the key and jam it in to call our persona
>>2776952Evoker-style summoning but with a key instead? Less stylish but certainly more subtle, that's for sure.
(almost disappointed none of you went for a 'i don't feel so good' joke)You groan. Your back is pressed against something hard like stone. You open your eyes and all you see is an inky black void. Behind you, you can hear Cell groan."W-where the hell are we?" he asks. "Man, I can't even see the ground...""You're somewhere you don't belong." says a voice from the darkness.You and Cel turn your heads to see a woman in white with horns, long black hair, and wings growing from her hips."Humans are not meant to traverse the Dreamlands while they are Awake." the woman says icily. >"We're trying to save someone. She's asleep and she won't wake up.">"Who are you?">"Dreamlands?">Write in
>>2777218Great....our "mascot" is a fallen angelYou know Los Angeles get it?
>>2777218>"Who are you?"I feel some confusion would be in character here.
>>2777218>>"Who are you?"
>>2777241"Who are you?" you ask. The woman blinks, surprised you even had the nerve to ask her a question. "I am the Sage." the woman says, as if that should have been obvious. "How did you get in here?""I...There was this key I found. I saw a keyhole in the head of my friend who won't wake up, and I guess I unlocked her head." You explain."Did you know the cause of her Nightmare?" asks Sage."Nightmare?" asks Cel. "You mean this is just her having a bad dream?"The Sage gives Cel an exasperated look. "No, no, no! The sleeping death is caused by a Nightmare- ""Death?!" yells Cel. "Are you seriously telling us Rebecca's DYING?!" The Sage crosses her arms. "Are you done interrupting me?""What are these Nightmares you were talking about?" you ask. "Every sentient being has a Dream that they enter when they sleep. All those Dreams co-exist in the Dreamlands. However, if something infests the Dream and corrupts it, the Dream becomes a Nightmare that imprisons the dreamer in their own sleep. The stress of being trapped in a Nightmare slowly rips the mind apart to the point of eventually killing the dreamer.""So this is Rebecca's Nightmare?" you ask. The Sage shakes her head. "Not even remotely. In order to access a person's Nightmare, you have to know what emotional trauma attracted the corrupting influence. Right now, you're adrift in the Dreamlands, and the Dreamlands will try to mold itself around you-"(Continued)
>>2776973I mean, when your game's central theme is DEATH, there's only so many ways to be subtle.>>2777218>"Dreamlands?""You mean like, Lovecraft type Dreamlands? Hey Cel, don't fuck with any cats we meet here."
>>2777310Suddenly, the surroundings change- you're in a run down house with graffiti-coated walls. "Like that." adds the Sage. Cel looks around, and you see abject fear in his eyes."No, this isn't happening...Not this place....Not this house." he says to himself.>"Cel, are you alright?">"Wait, is this Cel's Nightmare?">"What's going on?!">Write in(Gonna turn in for the night, can barely keep my eyes open)
>>2777319>"Cel, are you alright?"
>>2777319>>"Cel, are you alright?"
>>2777319>Write in[To the Sage] "Whatever this is, help. Please."
>>2777319Cel, calm down. This is a dream, she just said so.
>>2777326>>2777334>>2777343"Cel, are you alright?" you ask. You take a look at him and realize he's not just scared.He looks like he's having a full-blown PTSD flashback."Th-this is the house my brother died in..." he says, sounding on the verge of tears."Wait,wh-"The Sage snarls in frustration. "Great, because you two stumbled into the Dreamlands without a tether to a specific Nightmare, it's generating a Nightmare from HIS subconcious."Outside, you see a car pull into the driveway and two figures- a young man in a little boy. Cel covers his mouth as tears begin to streak down his cheeks. "Th-that's me..." he says..."Me an' my brother..."You hear hurried footsteps down the hall. You walk over to find the two people in an old bedroom. "You gotta hide in here, Cel," says the older boy. "Don't come out until I say you can come out, OK?""But why do we gotta play hide-and-seek here?" asks the younger boy- who you realize must have been Cel back when he was 7 or 8 years old. The older boy- who you assume to be the brother- looks at Young Cel with barely-hidden worry. "I-I gotta take care of something." he says quietly. "That was the last thing he ever said to me." Cel says. "Before he got shot.">"What happened?">"Oh my God.">"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?">Write in
>>2777751>"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?"Persona!
Anyone else voting?
>>2777763I'll back this up, we gotta figure out if Cel's just gonna be traumatized, or if his life is in danger.
>>2777751>>"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?"
>>2777751>"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?"
>>2777751>>"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?"I'm guessing if we die in someone else's Nightmare, we die in reality too.
If you die in the dream, you die in real life!
>>2777763>>2777788>>2777792"Sage, can Nightmares hurt people that are Awake?" you ask. "...yes." she says quietly.You don't have time to react, as the sound of a car with no muffler blasting heavy bass pulling into the driveway distracts you. You look out a window to see a bald African American man in a do-rag and a sports jersey get out of a lowrider. Cel's brother walks out to meet him."'Bout time you showed your goody-two-shoes ass." says the man."If I didn't come here, you would've come to my house." says Cel's brother."Cel, who is that guy?" you ask. Cel looks shaken. "That's Dion Shaw, but everybody called him 'Eggshells'." he said. "'Cuz he always said that's how easy he could crack a dude's skull open- like an eggshell. He-he was a gangbanger.""Why's your brother meeting with a criminal?" asks Sage. Cel looks extremely uncomfortable answering, but talks anyway. "My neighborhood used to have a big gang problem. People were afraid to go out at night. Then a youth center came in, and my brother really pushed it. We started getting our neighborhood back, but Eggshell's gang didn't like that...and he blamed my brother Terrence for the pushback."Outside, the conversation continues:"You couldn't leave well enough alone, couldja homeboy?" Eggshells asks with a bitter laugh. "Had to play the hero, think of the kiiiids." He laughs like a hyena, a sound that sends chills up your spine."Just get out of here, Eggshells. You and your crew are done recruiting kids from my neighborhood." Terrence says calmly. "It's over."You see the flash of metal as Eggshells pulls a pistol out of his waistband. "Over? I ain't even started." he says. "You think your little center can stop me? You think that just 'cuz you said 'no', we're gonna leave your hood alone? C'mon, Terry, we both know at the end of the day, what you've done ain't gonna amount to shit, because your hood's still scared of me.""You're wrong." Terrence says defiantly. "I ain't scared of you."BANG!The gun goes off and Terrence jerks back. Cel claps a hand over his mouth, tears streaking his face as he watches the dream-replica of his brother bleed out."Fine line between bravery and stupidity." says Eggshells. "You were always on the stupid side."Then Eggshells looks directly at the window you're looking through. He laughs, and you see his eyes turn a burning shade of yellow. A black miasma begins to form around him. "Well, well, well, what do we have here..." says Eggshells, his voice now distorted. "Visitors!"Sage takes a step back. "This is bad." she says. "That person outside...he's the Nightmare's Tormentor.""Tormentor? What's that?" you ask. "Every Nightmare is controlled by a manifestation of the fears and traumas that created it. Those manifestations are called Tormentors. They control the things that infest the Nightmares-"Suddenly the lowriders doors blow open and humanoid entities made of what you can only call solid darkness emerge from the car. (Con't)
>>2777818People die if they are kil~ oh sorry wrong questOn another note, how about hot teacher from the Land of the Brave?
>>2777819The figures are dressed like stereotypical gangsters, with saggy pants and colorful shirts or armbands. "Shadows." whispers Sage. "We have to move."You run through the house, looking for an exit. Outside, you can hear the Tormentor barking orders. "I want every fucking nook and cranny searched! I want these muthafuckas dead, hear me? DEAD!"You climb a stairway to a second floor as thundering footsteps file into the floor. "...It's no good." says Sage. "The Tormentor's trapped us."Footsteps rush up the stairs, and a faceless gangster Shadow reaches the top landing, turning to face you."Found you..." it hisses, its voice cold and inhuman. Sage steps in front of you and Cel. "Stay back," she says. She pulls a key from her dress and lifts it-BANG! BANG!Two shots ring out, clipping Sage in the arm. She lets out a cry of pain and falls over, dropping the key.The Shadow trains its gun on you. "Time to die, little snitches..." it hisses, a bad imitation of gangster talk. Everything seems to slow down. In that moment, you hear a voice speak in your mind. Are you afraid? Would you flee in fear when your back's against the wall?/blue]>No...>I don't know what to do...
>>2777825>>No...We fighting Irish, even if we don't know it.
>>2777827>>2777828>>2777829You clench your fist. "No..." you say. The voice laughs- it sounds young, but full of vigor and determination.Very well then...You suddenly experience pain on a level you've never felt before. There's a screaming, stabbing pain in your head that causes you to cry out in anguish.You find it hard to breathe.I am thou, thou art I...the world is full of monsters, real and imagined. Unlock my shackles, and we will lay them all low!You don't know when you did it, but you're holding the key. You realize you can pinpoint where the pain is coming from- the side of your head.You touch the side of your head and feel the outline of a keyhole in the side of your head.Every lock has a key.You take your key and begin to push it into the keyhole in your head. It's a stabbing, relentless pain, like a lobotomy without anesthesia. However, the key clicks into place, and the pain stops immediately. This feels...natural.>Turn the keyYou turn the key and suddenly you feel like you could run up a mountain- no, you feel like you could crush a mountain.A crack opens up in the side of your head and blue flames shoot out of it like jet exhaust. The flames swirl around before taking shape...
>>2777841Come on little leprechaun!
>>2777841The voice you were hearing in your head lets out a laugh that everyone heres- one full of confidence and bravado.From the flame emerges a male figure, dressed in an black leather longcoat that somehow looks medieval. His face is shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat, but you see a pair of glowing green eyes peering from the darkness. From the sea of thy soul, I cometh. I am the Witch-Killer, Hansel! These nightmares shall hold you down no longer. Let the witch hunts begin!From under his longcoat, Hansel produces a farmer's scythe with an incredibly long cutting blade. You give the Shadow a 'you fucked up' grin.
>>2777847I was low-key hoping for that but given that we've been to the velvet room it was never in the cards.
>>2777845You have good taste!
>>2777848Let's kick some ass, Hansel!
>>2777848The Shadow lets out a squeal as Hansel swings his scythe at it. It explodes, and a pair of strange plant-like creatures emerge."That's the Shadow's true form!" says Sage. Detest the enemies before you...turn that anger into power, and unleash it!(I'm stealing the combat system from Persona: Star & Stripes, because it's so much more in-depth than what I had in mind.)>HP: 100%>SP: 100% >Agi: Light Fire damage, single foe. Cost 5% SP>Cleave: Light Physical damage, single foe. Cost 5% HP>Attack>Defend>Run>Write in
>>2777864>>Agi: Light Fire damage, single foe. Cost 5% SP
>>2777864>Agi: Light Fire damage, single foe. Cost 5% SP
>>2777864>Agi: Light Fire damage, single foe. Cost 5% SPI approve of this persona choice.
>>2777865>>2777866>>2777867>Agi(Roll 1d100, best of 3)
>>2777871Oh, also, battle theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxuMzm_RfzI
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>2777871
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2777871
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>2777871PERSONA!!!
>>2777878Thank you for making up for my terrible roll.
>>2777878>75Hansel lets out a battle cry as he takes one hand off his scythe. His hand becomes engulfed in flame as he charges forward. With a savage swing, Hansel jams his burning hand into the Shadow's face. The Shadow looks singed and almost dead on its feet. The monster responds in kind, charging at you.(I will be using an online dice roller to determine results of enemy attacks so battles will go a little faster.)>Mandrake rolled: 33>You rolled: 29It slams into you, knocking you back a little. It hurts, but nothing you can't walk off.>HP - 9%The other monster lunges at you with a banshee-like wail.>Mandrake rolled: 83>You rolled: 20Another hit. You stumble a little, but stay on your feet.>HP - 4%>HP: 87%>SP: 95%>Attack (specify target)>Skill (specify skill and target)>Run>Write in
>>2777886>>Attack (specify target)The one we just attacked
(gonna have lunch and take a shower, be back in 15-30 minutes)
>>2777886>>Attack (specify target)The mandrake we just burned
>>2777886>Attack (specify target)>>The near dead enemy.
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>2777928
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>2777928
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>2777928Kill em
>>2777939>86You make a fist and rush the near-dead monster. You throw a punch, and it goes through the monster as it collapses into black sand.The remaining monster screams in fury: "I'LL KILL YOU!"Whoa, these things talk?>Mandrake rolled: 36>You rolled: 62You sidestep the Shadow's frenzied attack with ease.>Attack>Skill (specify what skill)>Run>Write in
>>2777945>Agi the last bitch
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>2777962
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2777962
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2777975
>>2777966>94"Hansel!"Hansel lunges at the remaining Shadow with a flaming hand and smashes it over the head, instantly turning it to black sand.As the last Shadow fades away, Hansel flickers out of existence."What the hell was that?" asks Cel, staring bug-eyed at you. "That was a 'Persona'." explains Sage, getting up from the floor. "Everyone has a true self they keep locked away and hidden from the outside world. By unlocking it, it can be made manifest in the Dreamlands.">"Are you alright?">"So now what?">Write in
>>2777999>So now what?
>>2777999>"So now what?"Pretty sure no one is really alright currently.
>>2777999>"So now what?"
>>2777999>"So now what?"HOLY SHIT NICE DOUBLE TRIPS777 AND 999
>>2778007>>2778015>>2778016"So now what?" you ask. Sage applies pressure to her wound. "We need to destroy the Tormentor. If the Tormentor is destroyed, the Nightmare will fall apart."You hear the yellow-eyed Tormentor downstairs, screaming:"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY? I swear, you can't find good muscle anymore.">Hide>Go downstairs and confront Eggshells>Write in
>>2778038>>Go downstairs and confront EggshellsHiding from nightmares never do anything, gotta face them head-on.
>>2778038>Go downstairs and confront Eggshells
>>2778038>Go downstairs and confront EggshellsDigging the way thanks the dungeons are set up.
>>2778048>>2778050"Let's finish this," you say. You head downstairs with Sage and Cel. You find Eggshells standing in the trashed living room, He grins when he sees you. "Well, there you are..." he says with a chuckle. "And l'il Marcellus, all grown up!"He pulls out his gun and aims it at Cel. "So, you gonna die like a bitch, like your brother? Or you gonna know your place?"Cel takes a step back, looking afraid. "I...">"Don't let him mess with you!">"Are you going to let him talk shit about your brother like that?">"You don't have to be afraid of him.">Write in
>>2778081>"Are you going to let him talk shit about your brother like that?"
>>2778081>>"You don't have to be afraid of him."
>>2778081>"You don't have to be afraid of him. I've got your back."
>>2778081>>2778086Supporting. Super cheesy but that shit always works.
>>2778086>>2778083I want both of these if possible.
>>2778086>>2778087"You don't have to be afraid of him. I've got your back." you say.Cel's posture straightens up. Clenching his fists, he wipes the tears from his face. "Yeah, I ain't gotta be afraid of you, Egg-head." he says with a snarl. Eggshells grimaces. "Fuck you, kid." he says. He fires--and a Persona appears before him. At first, you think it's his Persona, but then you look back to see Sage with a key in her head.The Persona guarding Cel is feminine, dressed in Arabian-style veils and jewelry. She's perched upon a massive scroll, about the size of a garbage can. "Scheherazade..." says Sage. "Protect him.""You two shouldn't have gotten involved..." snarls Eggshells. The black miasma surrounding him grows thicker as his body begins to morph and grow...(OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drIewEFrMP8)Standing before you is a monstrosity- a six-armed iron goliath, with Uzis in each hand. Broken bodies of faceless victims lay at its feet. The goliath stands, and the whole house falls apart as it breaks through the ceiling. You're now unsheltered, and you get a good look at the sky- a black and red vortex that looks like a hurricane from Hell. The street is dark as streetlamps go out one by one. Pieces of the house catch fire as the Tormentor laughs, a sound that's nearly deafening."WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW, LITTLE MAN? Y'ALL AIN'T NOTHING BUT ANTS COMPARED TO ME!"[/color]>"We'll beat you!">"The bigger they are, the harder they fall!">"Compensating for something?">Write in
>>2778128Goddamn color formatting, this happens every damn time.
>>2778128>"Compensating for something?"Make him a complete joke.
>>2778128>"Compensating for something?"Uzis are fruity, it's all about dat Skorpion. Mmmmmm, Czechnology.
>>2778128>"Compensating for something?"Man I'm liking our character's banter.Also, surprised Cel hasn't unleashed his Persona yet. I mean, he's gotta end up getting one, right?
>>2778140>>2778180You smirk. "Compensating for something?" you ask. The giant Eggshells scowls. I'M GONNA KILL YOU FIRST, YOU IRISH FUCK!You grin. "Did I touch a nerve?"He responds by opening fire on you. Rude.>Eggshells rolled: 33>You rolled: 59You duck behind a piece of debris, bullets the size of dogs smashing down around you. >Phil>HP: 87%>SP: 95%>Sage>HP: 75%>SP: 100%>Attack>Skill (specify which one)>Defend>Write in
>>2778204>AgiGotta test weaknesses. It would be cool if we could cook off the rounds with it though.
>>2778204>AgiWe're not controlling Sage, right?
>>2778217No, but you can write in to give verbal commands if you so choose.
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2778223If we can ask her to pull off any elemental moves, that'd be great.
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2778223
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>2778223Potato power
>>2778220>NoDammit Mitsuru I love you but I am going to throw you down the stairs the next time you forget to fucking heal!
>>2778239>79Hansel throws a ball of flame at the metal giant's face, but it only seems to mildly annoy the Tormentor. >Sage: PsiSage summons Scheherazade, who does some sort of belly dance. This seems to cause multicolor rings of light to burst at its head. Again, it doesn't seem to do much.HA! IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT? KILLING YOU WILL BE EASIER THAN I THOUGHT!The Tormentor raises his guns and aims them at you and Sage, and for a moment you think it's going to be curtains."NO!"Cel runs in front of you, arms spread wide. "I won't let you kill them..." he says with tears in his eyes- but these are bitter tears of anger."I won't let you kill ANYONE EVER AGAIN!" he roars. A key materializes in his hand, and he doesn't even hesitate to put it into the keyhole that forms in the side of his head. There's a flash of blue flame as something emerges- a dark-skinned man with his lower half being that of a mechanical spider with golden plating. The man wears a dark suit jacket with a gray spider web motif, and his face is painted with bright colors in geometric shapes.I am thou, and thou art I...I am Anansi, the spider that keeps all knowledge. Go forward, and face your fears head on!>Cel: FreiAnansi throws an orb of cyan energy at the Tormentor's center of mass. The ball explodes into a mushroom cloud as the Tormentor topples over.>All out attack!>3d100, best of 3
Rolled 76, 4, 24 = 104 (3d100)>>2778278Curb stomp
Rolled 31, 22, 84 = 137 (3d100)>>2778278
Rolled 41, 73, 71 = 185 (3d100)>>2778278Christ, Cel. How does it feel to wield nuclear power?
Rolled 69, 11, 30 = 110 (3d100)>>2778278Those are some sick starting elements there.
>>2778278Is it best of each set or best set overall?
>>2778294I'm guessing it's the latter.
>>2778297I've seen both. Best of each set makes sense since each roll is for a different character. Best set makes sense since it's a group attack. Depends on how the qm wants to play it.
>>2778290>185 (Best overall)You wail on the fallen titan, using broken pieces of the house as improvised weapons. The titan roars as he roll over and gets back up, guns at the ready. "DIE!" he screams, spraying wildly. >Eggshells rolled: 37>You rolled: 25>Sage rolled: 87>Cel rolled: 97Sage and Cel duck out of the way, but you get knocked back a good five feet by the giant bullet. Honestly, you're surprised that didn't kill you instantly.>Your HP -10%>Phil>HP: 77%>SP: 90%>Sage>HP: 75%>SP: 95%>Cel>HP: 100%>SP: 95%>Attack>Skill (specify which one)>Defend>Write in
>>2778310>AgiJust get Cel to spam the shit out of Frei.
>>2778310>AttackI'm trusting Cel to use Frei again and agi isn't doing much.
>>2778310>CleaveLet's see if we're more of a caster or physical attacker. If this doesn't work out as well, we're still rocking 90% SP, so we can fire off spells for a while yet.
>>2778315>>2778317I'll just switch to this.
(gonna go play cards with family, will continue later tonight)
>>2778345Cool, see you later.
>>2778743>1d100 bo3(Holy shit I didn't expect to have been out so late and I'm dead tired so I'm gonna have to stop for now and get some sleep)
Rolled 28 (1d100)
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>2779169
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2779169
>>2779200RIP we died on a tutorial fight lol
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>2779169
QM, what time zone are you in?
>>2779286EDT>>2779200>1: CRIT FAILThe Tormentor easily blocks Hansel's scythe with one finger. >Sage: Dia"Heal him, Scheherzade!" Sage cries out. Scheherazade does another dance atop her scroll and an aura of light briefly surrounds you. You feel healed.>Phil's HP +23%>Cel: Frei"It worked last time...get 'em, Anansi!" Another mushroom cloud of atomic force sends the behemoth sprawling.>All out attack! 3d100, bo3
Rolled 78, 48, 38 = 164 (3d100)>>2779368
Rolled 88, 14, 20 = 122 (3d100)>>2779368There was an attempt.
Rolled 60, 14, 32 = 106 (3d100)>>2779368
>>2779369>164You grab some more broken pieces of wood and drywall and smash them over the Tormentor's fallen form. Dents start to form in his metallic hide. You've almost got this, you just have to stay alive a little longer.>Phil: 95% HP/90% SP>Sage: 75% HP/90% SP>Cel: 100% HP/90% SP>Attack>Skill (specify which one)>Defend>Write in
>>2779412>AgiWe tried cleave once. It was terrible.
>>2779412>CleaveAgi didn't work so well last time and we didn't get to see how effective cleave could be.
Rolled 27 (1d100)
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>2779429
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2779429I warned you, bro.I warned you about those cleaves.
>>2779434>>2779435>>2779440What are up with these awful rolls holy shit
>>2779434All of my roles have been the face of bad luck
>>2779440Oh shit son. Fuck, this is gonna be a meme now isn't it?
>>2779444I'm not saying that we will literally never perform a successful cleave.But it's definitely possible that we will literally never perform a successful cleave.Cleave, not even once.I guess Philip just isn't that into cleavage.
>>2779447He's more of an akassa arts man.
>>2779434>27Hansel takes a swing at Eggshells, but the attack whiffs. YOU PUNKS ARE GETTIN' ON MY LAST NERVE! roars the Tormentor. He aims his Uzis down at the three of you and fires wildly.>Eggshells rolled: 67>You rolled: 32>Sage rolled: 80>Cel rolled: 30Bullets go everywhere, bombarding you and Cel. "Ah! Shit, shit, shit!" yells Cel. >Your HP - 18%>Cel's HP - 15%>Sage: PsiScheherazade lets out another bombardment of psychokinetic force. Last time, Eggshells barely even reacted, but this time, he's sent reeling.>Cel: Frei"I ain't scared of you," Cel says as he summons Anansi. "YOU HEAR ME, YOU BALD-ASS MOTHRFUCKER? YOU DON'T SCARE ME!"Anansi's hands glow with nuclear energy that burst out, hitting Eggshells directly in the face. The Tormentor screams as his body begins to dissolve into black sand.For a moment, there's silence, the triumphant moment of peace after a battle.Then, the world around you literally starts falling apart. Pieces of the terrain begin to crumble into a black void."The Nightmare's collapsing," Sage says urgently. "We have to get out. Follow me!"Sage runs off, with you and Cel right behind...however, the world is crumbling faster and faster...>1d100, bo3
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2779508nat 1 incoming
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>2779508Time to die!
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>2779508critfail
>>2779526You manage to outrun the collapsing world. Eventually, Sage stops at a door that seems to be standing on its own. She opens it and runs through- and you don't see her go through the other side. In fact, there seems to be nothing but darkness inside the door frame."Are we seriously going through a door to nowhere?!" yells Cel.>"You got any better ideas?!">"Less talking, more running!">"Well, she said follow her!">Write in(gonna get lunch)
>>2779538>>"Well, she said follow her!"
>>2779538>"Yes! Better there than here!"
>>2779538"Anywhere else better than here!"
>>2779538>Run Muthafucka! Ruuuun!
>>2779539>>2779546>>2779548>>2779594Need a tie breaker
>>2779615>"Yes! Better there than here!"
>>2779615Run Muthafucka! Ruuuun!
>>2779622"Yes!" you shout frantically. "Better there than here!"You practically leap through the door to find yourself back in the void you started out in. Cel nearly knocks you over trying to get in just as the last pieces of solid ground back in the Nightmare fall into oblivion."Now do you understand why people aren't supposed to enter the Nightmare while Awake?" scolds Sage. "Look, you can chew us out all you want," Cel says between gasps for air. "But my friend is still stuck in her own Nightmare, and I plant to keep coming back until I can get her out.""You barely survived one Nightmare, you won't survive another." says Sage, crossing her arms.>"Sage, there's nothing you can say to talk us out of saving Rebecca.">"I can't let Rebecca die just because it's 'too dangerous' to save her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.">Write in
>>2779654>"I can't let Rebecca die just because it's 'too dangerous' to save her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."I mean, if there was a group of experts I could give the job to, I would,but we can't just do nothing when we're quite possibly the only people who can help her.
>>2779654>>"I can't let Rebecca die just because it's 'too dangerous' to save her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
>>2779654>Know anyone else who can help? No? Looks like you're stuck with us.
>>2779654>>2779660This right here.
>>2779660Supporting.A̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶g̶r̶o̶u̶p̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶k̶i̶d̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶s̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶w̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶d̶s̶.
>>2779692In fairness, we'd never see it coming.
>>2779660>>2779672>>2779674"I can't let Rebecca die just because it's 'too dangerous' to save her." you say. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."Sage shakes her head in disappointment. "There's no point in trying to get you to see reason, is there?""Nope," says Cel. "So, how do we get to Rebecca's dream.""...You have to find what her Tormentor is." Sage explains reluctantly. "Her greatest fear. Only by focusing on that when entering the Dreamlands will bring you to her Nightmare."A white light appears behind you. "You need to get out of here, before the Dreamlands try to create another Nightmare to trap you," says Sage. Before you can react, she summons Scheherazade, who pushes you and Cel into the light, where you emerge in the hospital.The sun is setting when you get a look around- "Oh, crap..." groans Cel. "We are gonna be in so much trouble...">"Speak for yourself, I told my dad I'd be out late.">"I'll cover for you.">"Well, at least it's not one of those 'minute inside, hour outside' deals.>Write in
>>2779707>"Well, at least it's not one of those 'minute inside, hour outside' deals.">"I'll cover for you."If he can contact his mother, apologize for him. We're new in town and Cel was helping us get used to the new environment; we lost track of time. Won't happen again. Hopefully his mom's the understanding type.
>>2779707I'll second >>2779714
>>2779714>>2779728>>2779729>>2779748"Well, at least it's not one of those 'minute inside, hour outside' deals." you say casually. "Don't worry, I'll cover you."Cel smiles. "You'd do that for me? Thanks, bro." Everything comes to a stop for a moment.I am thou, thou art IThou hast established a new bond.Through this bond, the destiny laid before you grows brighter...The determination of the Magician Arcana will deliver you to victory.>You have established the Magician Social Link with Marcellus 'Cel' Williams!You spend the next 15 minutes persuading Cel's mother that he was just helping you get acquainted with LA. She sounds like she might be a little suspicious of your story, but she doesn't push the issue. She tells Cel to drop you off and come home."Where do you live, dude?" Cel asks.>Give him your home address.>Give him an address somewhere near home- he looks like he grew up in a rough part of town and you don't want to look like you're humblebragging>Write in
>>2779812>Give him your home address.He's of the standard Bro arcana and seems pretty chill.
>>2779812>Give him your home addressGotta love the brogician.
>>2779827>>2779835Supporting. Plus, if he finds out later, the fact that we were trying to hide it from him could cause more trouble than just telling him now anyways.
>>2779827>>2779835You tell Cel your home address. He laughs. "Ah, man, you're pullin' my leg. That's funny, dude. But seriously, where do you live?""I'm not kidding, that's where I live." you say. He stares at you wide-eyed. "You said you moved in with your dad...who is he?" he asks slowly."Carter Faye." you answer.He looks at you like you just claimed you answered 'God' and had DNA tests to prove it. "Jesus, man, your old man's Carter fuckin' Faye?! He's one of the richest people in LA- and that fuckin' sayin' something, bro! I didn't know he ever got married! Did your mom change her last name?">"...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant.">"I've never met him before I moved to LA.">Write in
>>2779875dammit, that should read 'looks at you like you just answered 'God' and had DNA tests to prove it.'
>>2779875>"...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant."
>>2779875>>"...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant."
>>2779875>"...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant."I feel like the big question regarding mom is about to drop
>>2779875>"...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant."Nowhere is free from the baby momma drama.
>>2779878>>2779886>>2779890>>2779891You look down at your feet. "...there was no marriage. He left when my mom got pregnant." you say. Cel lets in a sharp intake of breath. "Damn, that's cold...but if your dad up'n'ran, why'd you move in with-"You see the gears in Cel's head click into place. "Did something happen to your mom?" he asks. Then he adds "I mean, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.">"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it.">"No, it's fine. (Explain what happened)>Write in
>>2779906>"No, it's fine. (Explain what happened)
>>2779906>"No, it's fine. (Explain what happened)She just, what, didn't wake up one day and was dead?Kinda like what's been going on with the victims here.
>>2779906>"No, it's fine. (Explain what happened)It's hard but you gotta move on. Talking to people and letting that shit out helps, especially if you've been holding it in like I think we've been doing. It's only been about 3 days since the funeral, right?
>>2779906>"No, it's fine. (Explain what happened)I mean, we just watched his brother die. We can share that our mom died.
>>2779915>>2779917>>2779925You shake your head. "No, it's fine," you say. "My mom passed away a few days ago- she had a stroke while she was sleeping."Cel balks. "Jesus, man...I'm sorry.""No, you don't need to apologize." you say as Cel starts driving towards your house. "If I didn't talk to someone about it, I'd probably explode.""Yeah, I felt the same way after Terrence was killed." says Cel. "...I was hiding in that closet all night that night. My parents were out of town and didn't know where Terrence took me. The police found his car where he parked and found me still hiding in the closet.">"You never told me what happened to Eggshells.">"Is that why your mom is so uptight about knowing where you are?">Write in
>>2780041>>"You never told me what happened to Eggshells."
>>2780041>"You never told me what happened to Eggshells."Oh shit, no change of hearts in this universe.
>>2780041>Do you want to talk about it?Give the guy an out. It's been a long day.
>>2780041>"You never told me what happened to Eggshells."
>>2780051>>2780054"You never told me what happened to Eggshells." you say. "Oh, yeah, he's serving two consecutive life sentences in a federal prison." says Cel. "But you know how big time gangsters are...even behind bars, they got people on the outside....sometimes I wonder if he's still trying to fuck with my neighborhood."Cel drops you off at your house. You walk inside, have dinner, and immediately go to bed.(Gonna call it here, I gotta run a D&D game tonight and this thread is gonna autosage.)
>>2780096This was a exelent quest dude, I hope to see it again. It would be a shame to see it die. Have fun with your Players!
>>2780096Thanks for the run! Just an FYI autosage means next to nothing on this board. Odds are the thread will still be here for a week or so.
>>2779692>>2779696It's '01 rught now.P5 is in 2016 (dates line up, and due to her cameo we know Rise is 20, placing the game 4~5 years after P4).
>>2780931So we're five years after P5 then. Interesting. Could totally cameo the casts of the last two games, just as adults, and without any persona mentioning due to the fact that our character wouldn't know they'd potentially believe us.
>>2781236Considering the fact the this takes place in LA, cameos are unlikely.
>>2781627Rise might decide to branch out, who knows?
>>2781633Or up and coming young fashion designer TK-ji with his unique unusual urban cute aethestic
Just found this quest. Damn was this fun to read!