Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 5, 2014 16:28:42 GMT -5
It was not a huge shock to Akira that the Shadows had particularly large members in their numbers. Actually, it only made sense for monsters to have entities that were “boss” like. It was always like that in RPGs, after all. Now, one might have wondered exactly how the boy could tell that something was amiss. Well, his insides shivered. Perhaps that was an incorrect image. It was more like his Persona was shivering. It could tell that something a bit more menacing that the little guys was wandering around, and it was transferring that sense of dread down to him. Handy feature, he concluded, but he was ultimately only made curious.
And so the youth pressed onward into the darkness. He utilized any form of cover he could while closing in towards the epicenter of the mental quakes he received. It was probably a stupid thing to do. No, no. It was a stupid thing to do. But, he was playing his cards right by going the stealth route. If it seemed as though it'd be too much for him, he could always back out- could always find some allies, just something to increase his overall combat abilities. He stilled his breath and pushed his glasses up. He somewhat regretted dressing nicely that day.
See, rather than going in in jogging pants, T-shirt, and jacket, he came in with another set of knee-highs and a mid-length black skirt, as well as white blouse and red blazer. Coincidentally just about the same as his first major trip into the terminal. Why did he think it was a good idea to dress like that? He wasn't sure. But, whatever the case, it was a bit late. If he left to change, there was no guarantee that the boss-man would still be around. It was, put simply, a one-time chance.
And so the youth pressed onward into the darkness. He utilized any form of cover he could while closing in towards the epicenter of the mental quakes he received. It was probably a stupid thing to do. No, no. It was a stupid thing to do. But, he was playing his cards right by going the stealth route. If it seemed as though it'd be too much for him, he could always back out- could always find some allies, just something to increase his overall combat abilities. He stilled his breath and pushed his glasses up. He somewhat regretted dressing nicely that day.
See, rather than going in in jogging pants, T-shirt, and jacket, he came in with another set of knee-highs and a mid-length black skirt, as well as white blouse and red blazer. Coincidentally just about the same as his first major trip into the terminal. Why did he think it was a good idea to dress like that? He wasn't sure. But, whatever the case, it was a bit late. If he left to change, there was no guarantee that the boss-man would still be around. It was, put simply, a one-time chance.