[ ooc: for the sake of the tdm, eikichi's "name" will be kousuke toriyumi. he also will not be wearing makeup or have his hair dyed for the time being, so keep that in mind when replying! he has black hair and brown eyes. ]
PROMPT 1 [ to say that he was in his right mind was a massive oversight. the truth of the matter that kousuke was suffering from a great deal of pressure, and not just of the figurative kind. his head felt like it was going to explode and now there was a strange app on his phone he didn't recall downloading. did it really have to be so bright? it was making his head worse.
before he knew it, he typed in a name without a second thought. a name that... wasn't familiar to him. where did he come up with that? staring down at the chatroom he'd entered, kousuke (or, was it eikichi?) decided to take a shot at it. he had nothing better to do. ]
Eikichi Mishina: uh so like, is this some kind of malware or some shit? Eikichi Mishina: did one of you plant this shit on my phone??? that's fucked
PROMPT 3 [ eikichi didn't know what to do. everything had flooded back into his head, a deluge of information and repressed memories he wasn't sure he wanted to regain. no, that wasn't right. he wanted to remember; that was what he'd told tatsuya, wasn't it? he had been determined to find him, to find the others, again. but remembering what happened to maya, what philemon had told him and his friends... was this the world that he'd been talking about rebuilding? if that was the case, did he regain his memories for a reason? he recalled philemon saying that in order for the world to be rebuilt, he and the others would have to forget ever having met... that remembering each other would cause significant risk to not only themselves, but to the entire planet.
so, what now? would his memories be the beginning of a chain reaction, causing the world to circle back to the start of the end? he had selfishly told himself, told tatsuya, ginko, jun, that he would remember them, not even thinking of the consequences that might follow for doing so. guilt started to compound upon itself as he walked through the streets, a slender palm pressed to his chest.
and this ... persona he had... it wasn't his. what of hades and rhadamanthus? he couldn't hear their voices, nor the voices of any of the other personas he had claimed back then. the one that thrummed in his chest was foreign and unknown... was this some kind of anomaly caused by the rebirth of the world?
as he was lost in his thoughts, eikichi recalled the app on his phone. he stopped walking and leaned against a nearby building, flicking through the pages to find the chat again. if those people were in the same boat as he was, maybe they'd know something? without thinking, he started typing: ]
Eikichi Mishina: does anyone know a guy calling himself philemon?
[ as he stood there, he glanced up, catching a few people looking his way. any of these people could be dealing with the same thing... ]
WILDCARD [ ooc: come at me! for the second prompt, anyone can either respond to his message or approach him directly! if these don't work, throw your own ideas my way! ]
eikichi mishina | persona 2
PROMPT 1
[ to say that he was in his right mind was a massive oversight. the truth of the matter that kousuke was suffering from a great deal of pressure, and not just of the figurative kind. his head felt like it was going to explode and now there was a strange app on his phone he didn't recall downloading. did it really have to be so bright? it was making his head worse.
before he knew it, he typed in a name without a second thought. a name that... wasn't familiar to him. where did he come up with that? staring down at the chatroom he'd entered, kousuke (or, was it eikichi?) decided to take a shot at it. he had nothing better to do. ]
Eikichi Mishina: uh so like, is this some kind of malware or some shit?
Eikichi Mishina: did one of you plant this shit on my phone??? that's fucked
PROMPT 3
[ eikichi didn't know what to do. everything had flooded back into his head, a deluge of information and repressed memories he wasn't sure he wanted to regain. no, that wasn't right. he wanted to remember; that was what he'd told tatsuya, wasn't it? he had been determined to find him, to find the others, again. but remembering what happened to maya, what philemon had told him and his friends... was this the world that he'd been talking about rebuilding? if that was the case, did he regain his memories for a reason? he recalled philemon saying that in order for the world to be rebuilt, he and the others would have to forget ever having met... that remembering each other would cause significant risk to not only themselves, but to the entire planet.
so, what now? would his memories be the beginning of a chain reaction, causing the world to circle back to the start of the end? he had selfishly told himself, told tatsuya, ginko, jun, that he would remember them, not even thinking of the consequences that might follow for doing so. guilt started to compound upon itself as he walked through the streets, a slender palm pressed to his chest.
and this ... persona he had... it wasn't his. what of hades and rhadamanthus? he couldn't hear their voices, nor the voices of any of the other personas he had claimed back then. the one that thrummed in his chest was foreign and unknown... was this some kind of anomaly caused by the rebirth of the world?
as he was lost in his thoughts, eikichi recalled the app on his phone. he stopped walking and leaned against a nearby building, flicking through the pages to find the chat again. if those people were in the same boat as he was, maybe they'd know something? without thinking, he started typing: ]
Eikichi Mishina: does anyone know a guy calling himself philemon?
[ as he stood there, he glanced up, catching a few people looking his way. any of these people could be dealing with the same thing... ]
WILDCARD
[ ooc: come at me! for the second prompt, anyone can either respond to his message or approach him directly! if these don't work, throw your own ideas my way! ]