http://genius-idiot.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] genius-idiot.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tvklogs2011-08-13 04:05 pm

the strings of fate

WHO: Kaiji Ito and... you! He's going to need some explanations.
WHEN: Dark Hour, Aug. 10, backdated to the night of Kaiji's arrival.
WHERE: the city streets
SUMMARY: Kaiji will get to see what all these rumors are about. We know where this is going.
RATING: PG-13 for language and violence maybe?
WARNINGS: Nothing out of the ordinary



Kaiji had heard all the different warnings from everyone. Not to mention everything else that sounded perfectly ridiculous along with it. Not just how the town supposedly changed after midnight, but how people were being pulled from all over time and space, or how he couldn't leave.

Not knowing what else to do with himself, or where to go, and totally lacking in money and a way off this island at the moment, Kaiji wandered, lost in thought, planning.

It's amazing how easily time can get away from you, and Kaiji found himself wandering straight into the Dark Hour, and everything changed right before his eyes. It was just how the others described it to him - the people turning to coffins, the buildings warping and changing, the water turning to thick red blood - and finally, the crawling darkness, black blobs moving toward him, arm-like tendrils reaching towards him. Cursing, Kaiji made a break for it, not knowing where he was going except far away from these monsters.

People had warned him, but not how to deal with them when the time came.

It wasn't long before he was caught, lost in the disturbing scenery. A shadow lashed out from his side, knocking him to the ground. He scrambled back to his feet, cornered, tears in his eyes. Were these things really going to kill him? He couldn't let it end like this! He had to do something or he was going to die, cornered like some animal ---

Of course, that's when it happened. Kaiji didn't think things could get any more insane, when a voice suddenly rang in his head. "Thou art I, and I am thou. I am Atropos. For too long, others have controlled your fate. Now it is I who will put you in control."

An imposing figure of a woman hovered above Kaiji, coldly looking upon him with gold eyes. He simply stared back at her through tear-stung eyes; though he didn't know how, it was all clear to him now. His Persona held out two strings, one each leading to the shadows. She held up her golden shears, and all Kaiji had to do was say one word.

"Zio!"

Lighting struck and coursed quickly through the shadows which withered and die. Atropos cut their strings of fate, and disappeared, leaving behind one confused, shaken and teary Kaiji.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I am Garviel Loken. A member of the Legiones Astartes and protector of humanity. You have nothing to fear from me... why don't we get you to a hotel, things are more safe there.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps, but there are more people there who can see them and fight them. They will defend you, until you unddrstand enough of what is going on to fight for yourself.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
The people who cannot perceive shadows are trapped within coffins during the evening, safe from our foe but unable to help.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Trapped but safe, yes... let us go. [ garviel will walk Kaiji back to the hotel at this point, and will offer him some wine if Kaiji takes a seat in one of the overstuffed sofas downstairs. ]

Have some of this, it tends to help things.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
I was made to serve humanity, there is no debt. Unless you mean for the wine. [ Garviel grins at Kaiji just slightly. ]

Good to know you, Kaiji Ito.

[identity profile] greyerrant.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
It makes sense to me, but I am a soldier. Still, it is a strange place. [ He pours himself a glass as well, and sips it more slowly. ]