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hey man, mark here. uh names masao inaba but just call me mark. dunno what happened but im not supposed to be at this school but im kinda stuck here now.

if you know uesugi or nanjo, theyre my classmates.

YO UESUGI! NANJO! if you guys see this message tell me so i know you guys arent dead

nah dont. dont need to deal with you guys right now

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[Smash Academy now has plus one persona-user with a yellow beanie hat wandering around the campus and/or the city now. At times, you'd see him fighting the shadow bugs that may be attacking him.]

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[Urgh, it's like all of the alphabet came together and died a horrible death.]

Mark, perhaps if you spoke in a civilized manner, you wouldn't have issues communicating. [Although writing the words in capital letters when he should be screaming is kinda amusing.]

That being said, yes I am present, and living, last I checked.

[Mark probably could tell who it was even before looking at the message itself. uuuugh.]

dont want lectures from you right now.

so those hands said youve been here for some time but nothing else. whens the last time youve been to mikage-cho?

[Possibly because he had a subject title and actually knew how to spell. Now the question is...from which time did Mark come from?]

A very good while, actually. Perhaps it would be easier to explain in person.

[Pretty much.]

yeah sure. kinda pain in the ass to keep writing here.

uh dunno where i am give me landmark and ill try getting there.

I'll come to your room. Stay put.

Edited 2014-07-27 01:30 (UTC)

what? oh i almost left the room man. fine.

[It takes some time and he realizes he never spoke of what room he's at.]

oh you know it is?

Documents are easily obtainable in this facility. It was simply a matter of updating my records once I saw your...arrival.

But we can speak more in person.

uh

ok

[What a majestic response, Mark.

Anyways, now Mark's lingering around at his new room with nothing decorated as of yet.]

[Knock knock.

Who is it?

No joke.

No joke who?

No joke, Nanjo doesn't joke around it's just him knocking.]

[Nanjo came just in time before Mark started getting impatient with waiting, haha.]

Man, Nanjo, you should at least say how long it'll take to...

[Mark trails off as he opens the door to see a vaguely unfamiliar face standing in front of him.

Huh.]

Who the hell are you?

[He shouldn't be surprised that it's Masao from how he remembers him three years ago; cap, weird lines on his face that he still didn't quite get the point of and that terrible t-shirt under the school uniform.

He was actually happy to see him, at least until the other started to open his mouth. Ahhh yes, a true disappointment whenever he does. Now he remembered why he was having a better relationship when there were entire continents between them. He could understand not recognizing his clothing; Hidehiko had THAT reaction. But to think he was someone else entirely?]

Are you blind?

[That voice. The dickweed atmosphere around him. (Well not so much as before, but it was still there.) That No.1 blue scarf.

Mark's face froze in horror.]

Nanjo? THAT Nanjo? Why the hell aren't you in school uniform?! What the hell is up with the biker outfit??? Holy crap!!

[Jesus christ what's going on]

[Gods, it was like the screeching of a million harpies going off at once so much that Nanjo visibly flinches in annoyance.]

Masao, be quiet!

[Since when Nanjo on a first-name basis with him?]

[HOLY SHIT]

WHAT? YOU JUST CALLED ME BY MY FIRST NAME? THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU HIT YOUR HEAD SOMEWHERE DIDN'T YOU? OR ARE YOU FREAKING CHARMED BY SOME DEMON??

[Somehow he'd rather have the million of screeching harpies back. The old anger inside him gone the past three years boils back to the surface.]

Will you SHUT UP, you monkey?!

Edited 2014-07-27 04:20 (UTC)

Hey! I'm not a monkey, you dickweed!!

[But that does calm Mark down a little bit. But this really was Nanjo, albeit being slightly different.]

Alright, spill it. The hell happened to you?

[UUUUUUUURGH. What a pain. Ruining his image and his everything he can almost feel his hair stand up in annoyance. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Okay, it's not his fault he's still at the dumb idiot phase in his life.]

Three years. I'm from your future.

[What do you mean dumb idiot phase in his life. Dumb idiot was his life.]

Huh? So you're three years older than me right now?

The heck happened in those three years to make you run to become a biker, man?

That's correct. Time moves freely in this place and while I have yet to fully understand it's implications--

[Huh. There might be hope for him after aaaaalll---oh bloody never mind.

Stare. Staaaaaaare.]

--it is insulting, for you to think that I would sink that low. Perhaps you should look at this from a logical standpoint? To answer your question, no I did not join a gang. This is a normal outfit that all motorcyclists employee so as not to harm themselves. [A small beat before he adds.] It's a Harley Davidson. I purchased it during my stay in England.

[Guess who decided to stroll in just after the shout match?

This asshole right here.

Unlike Nanjo and his ~records~, he just had to find the source of the yelling. Which, as it so happens, to be at the other end of the hall from his dorm.]

So I'm guessing you guys had been through your happy reunion now?

[Wow Nanjo. Answering things even before Mark can ask. THANKS.]

A freaking Harley? Jeez, way to show off.

[And then there's Brown showing up just in time.]

What part of this is a happy reunion?

It's certainly in no way all that joyful, for now I realize that my hopes for the future are truly dreams...this is sorry state of the man before me. I had hoped you had changed a little, Mark.

[At least he didn't use monkey. At least.]

Edited 2014-08-10 05:24 (UTC)

It's as happy the two of you would go anyways. [He snickers.]

Ain't so bad cap, three year's a pretty long time for a guy 'ta change even if we jumped 18 years pretty quick.

I only changed a little 'cause I never had the chance to even graduate from high school. Cut me some slack, will you?

[Pyrrhon is out taking a pleasant walk- well, float, around campus, while engaging in one of his hobbies. Destroying monsters! And right now, he happens to spot an unfamiliar face surrounded by them. Poor fool's trying to fight them off with an axe.]

Looks like someone needs a little DIVINE INTERVENTION!

[And with that, Pyrrhon swoops in, setting the shadow bugs in the area ablaze with a couple plumes of flame from his palm. As well as the surrounding grass and a poor little shrub.]

Haha! Take THAT, monsters!

You oughta be more careful, mortal! It's dangerous to go alone right now. You know, unless you happen to be me.

[Excuse you mister flame guy, Mark was doing just fine before you arrived.

Suddenly getting your surroundings set on fire wasn't good for the heart, Mark quickly learned.]

Holy crap! Watch where you're--!?! [He turned to look at a floating guy in flames JUST WHAT...]

HOLY SHIT!!! A fire persona!? Who the heck!?

Surprised, huh? I don't blame you! It's not everyday you run into a god, after all.

[He gives the mortal a little pat on the shoulder, which despite his appearance, does NOT seem to set him aflame. It is unusually warm, though.]

If you want to know who I am, then I'd be happy to tell you! You're in the presence of PYRRHON, the one and only SUN GOD!

[Most Personas take after gods... right?

That's what Mark's going to roll with.]

Uh... You're a persona, right? Where's the user? Err... the person who uses you as your mask?

[He never thought he'd be asking questions to a "persona"...]

...Kinda slow, aren't ya kid? Pyrrhon JUST said he was a god. Or were you too stunned by my beautiful burning body to hear what I said?

[He poses dramatically, intensifying the flames around his body to try and show off.]

Pyrrhon's 100% bona-fied celestial being! No one's been using THIS god! Minus one minor event, but I'm not getting into that.

But we get some god names for some personas...

[And then it finally hits Mark what the other meant. He wasn't just some powerful spiritual mask for someone but a real deity.

Oh crap.]

Huh?? So you're not a persona??? None of the "I am thou, thou art I" deal?

Yyyyeah, Pyrrhon doesn't have a clue what you're talking about. Pretty sure I made it clear that I'm not a persona the first time I introduced myself as a god! God. Not a persona. Got it?

O... okay.

[God or not, Mark at least gets that this flaming guy's not a Persona now.]

So uh... are you from this weird world?

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