Post by Desmond Kurtz on Jan 26, 2014 19:19:54 GMT -5
The daylight was not something that Desmond was particularly used to, especially not the sun that was hanging over Mosaic City. It was a cold sun, a foreign one, its light didn't shine as brightly on Chinese soil as it did back home. Walking through the streets of Mimoza Corner, he saw the remnants of an old way of life, plastered across billboards, sprayed across the walls of alleys, and even inscribed into the lines of the faces of those who lived here. This place was not familiar to him, but thanks to a combination of a natural sense of direction as well as a GPS app on his smartphone, he was able to find what he was looking for.
Desmond was not a dumb man, he was not a man who allowed any detail of a meeting to slip through the cracks. Takeda Akiyama, or Akiyama Takeda to say the name the proper Japanese way. A man with nothing special in his past. Something he'd said during their previous meeting had sparked Desmond's interest. He was something of a kindred spirit, someone who tried to drown misery instead of owning up to his past. It was easy to read men that were drinking. Moreover, upon finding himself fully sober, he suddenly found it quite strange that a bunch of teenagers were suddenly coming to a bar to drink after sensing the most powerful shadow presence of his entire career. Approaching the rest of the people in the bar besides the reporter lady would arouse too much suspicion from the local authorities. Men in their early thirties rarely talked to high school girls with pure intentions in their heart, especially ones that were legal.
His long hair was hidden by a baseball cap and a trench coat kept much of his body warm and hidden. If it was a bit warmer than a few degrees above zero, maybe someone would cock an eyebrow. He just looked like a guy trying to stay warm. Finally getting to the store, he saw the sign he'd been looking for. 'Manga-Max'. The jack brothers held the sign up. It was a corny shop and he knew the place would be almost deserted mid-day. There'd be no students unless they had played sick and went to their favorite manga store. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case. It'd be awkward to try and hold a very serious conversation if there were kids around.
Perhaps Desmond was giving them too little credit. Teenagers were often at the heart of incidents involving shadows and their malleable personalities made them much more receptive to Personas than older individuals. Sometimes, they took a bit longer to awaken. Although he definitely wasn't going to tell Takeda this, he was probably going to make the twenty-something shopkeeper into something of a Guinea Pig so he could study the exact process by which a Persona awakens. Stepping into the shop, he took off his hat so that his distinct haircut, brown eyes, and handsome stubbled face were plainly visible. Walking up to the counter, he nodded. "Hello, brother. Anything you'd recommend for a lonely, virginal thirty-something with too much time on his hands and a lust for animation?" He smiled at the younger man.
Desmond was not a dumb man, he was not a man who allowed any detail of a meeting to slip through the cracks. Takeda Akiyama, or Akiyama Takeda to say the name the proper Japanese way. A man with nothing special in his past. Something he'd said during their previous meeting had sparked Desmond's interest. He was something of a kindred spirit, someone who tried to drown misery instead of owning up to his past. It was easy to read men that were drinking. Moreover, upon finding himself fully sober, he suddenly found it quite strange that a bunch of teenagers were suddenly coming to a bar to drink after sensing the most powerful shadow presence of his entire career. Approaching the rest of the people in the bar besides the reporter lady would arouse too much suspicion from the local authorities. Men in their early thirties rarely talked to high school girls with pure intentions in their heart, especially ones that were legal.
His long hair was hidden by a baseball cap and a trench coat kept much of his body warm and hidden. If it was a bit warmer than a few degrees above zero, maybe someone would cock an eyebrow. He just looked like a guy trying to stay warm. Finally getting to the store, he saw the sign he'd been looking for. 'Manga-Max'. The jack brothers held the sign up. It was a corny shop and he knew the place would be almost deserted mid-day. There'd be no students unless they had played sick and went to their favorite manga store. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case. It'd be awkward to try and hold a very serious conversation if there were kids around.
Perhaps Desmond was giving them too little credit. Teenagers were often at the heart of incidents involving shadows and their malleable personalities made them much more receptive to Personas than older individuals. Sometimes, they took a bit longer to awaken. Although he definitely wasn't going to tell Takeda this, he was probably going to make the twenty-something shopkeeper into something of a Guinea Pig so he could study the exact process by which a Persona awakens. Stepping into the shop, he took off his hat so that his distinct haircut, brown eyes, and handsome stubbled face were plainly visible. Walking up to the counter, he nodded. "Hello, brother. Anything you'd recommend for a lonely, virginal thirty-something with too much time on his hands and a lust for animation?" He smiled at the younger man.