[Considering that she had been dragged into a completely different world, Futaba would have considered that she wasn't doing too badly. She hadn't panicked yet, and that in and of itself was a miracle when she found herself outside of her room when it wasn't something she, or the others, had planned. Considering the last thing she could recall before finding herself in a Colosseum had been sitting in a van with several other teenagers, she was rather impressed at her lack of a breakdown.
And then rocks started attacking. The whole phrase of "rocks fall, everyone dies" had a very ominous meaning to it now. She could feel the familiar pulse of her Persona--a presence that shouldn't be possible but provided some comfort despite her worry that it would be useless. She was purely defense and strategy, what good could buffs and healing spells due against a sentient pile of rocks trying to smash her to bits?
She shrieked, barely dodging a swing from the beast as she rolled to the side. Someone save her.]
Two // When I'm haunted by your ancient history
[By some manner of grace, she was alive. Whatever power had seen to her survival had her thanks--and if they ever chose to claim it, she'd be more than willing to give such thanks personally. For now though, she as trying to find her barrings in this strange city. She had even managed to, on her way around and avoiding more elemental beings, snag a small toy. Why she thought to grab it while fleeing for her life, she'll never know, but she was holding it close to her chest, taking comfort from the small stuffed animal as she wandered the city.
She's nervous, not recognizing anyone, but she needed answers. So when she finally steels her nerves, she reaches out to the first person she can before she can back out of doing it at all.]
Ex-Excuse--[A deep breath.] I have some questions.
Three // Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything! Feel free to reach out on plurk ( likeredgold ) if you want to plan something.]
Futaba Sakura | OTA
[Considering that she had been dragged into a completely different world, Futaba would have considered that she wasn't doing too badly. She hadn't panicked yet, and that in and of itself was a miracle when she found herself outside of her room when it wasn't something she, or the others, had planned. Considering the last thing she could recall before finding herself in a Colosseum had been sitting in a van with several other teenagers, she was rather impressed at her lack of a breakdown.
And then rocks started attacking. The whole phrase of "rocks fall, everyone dies" had a very ominous meaning to it now. She could feel the familiar pulse of her Persona--a presence that shouldn't be possible but provided some comfort despite her worry that it would be useless. She was purely defense and strategy, what good could buffs and healing spells due against a sentient pile of rocks trying to smash her to bits?
She shrieked, barely dodging a swing from the beast as she rolled to the side. Someone save her.]
Two // When I'm haunted by your ancient history
[By some manner of grace, she was alive. Whatever power had seen to her survival had her thanks--and if they ever chose to claim it, she'd be more than willing to give such thanks personally. For now though, she as trying to find her barrings in this strange city. She had even managed to, on her way around and avoiding more elemental beings, snag a small toy. Why she thought to grab it while fleeing for her life, she'll never know, but she was holding it close to her chest, taking comfort from the small stuffed animal as she wandered the city.
She's nervous, not recognizing anyone, but she needed answers. So when she finally steels her nerves, she reaches out to the first person she can before she can back out of doing it at all.]
Ex-Excuse--[A deep breath.] I have some questions.
Three // Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything! Feel free to reach out on plurk (