[A link to my Plot with Me comment! Tl;DR: Shinjiro's Stepford-AU is a troublesome teen, always pushing out boundaries and causing minor issues without actually dipping into real criminal territory. Loiters with his equally disillusioned youth pals, hangs around and lowers the areas rent, probably has Done A Graffiti. No goals for life because Everything Is Perfect so Why Try?
He does have an apprenticeship as a farrier on the farm, tho, shoeing the horses and trimming the hooves of the goats and cows and whatever. Feel free to know him or know of him however! After all, we all grew up here together, right??? Anyway, hit me up if you want anything custom, contact info is in the above link. Anyway, here are some open prompts!]
First Half - Ignorance Fairy Misfortune
Oh, motherfucker--!!
[He goes to grab for the fairy that's laughing and making off with his wallet, but his grip falls short when it flutters up a little higher. How he even got into this predicament is anyone's guess, but his eyes are narrowed and keeping track of it, lips pressed into a thin line. Not today, you stupid fucking fairy. After a moment, he's snapping his fingers at the closest person to him.]
Hey, help me out so we can corner that thing.
[How they plan on cornering a small, flying pixie-esque creature is anyone's guest, but he sure as hell plans on trying. Even if it takes them parkouring across Aldrip.]
The Casino
[The bright lights and game are something different from the typical quiet, idyllic paradise that is Aldrip-- so of course it's going to garner peoples interest and find all types hanging around. Whether it's playing games or just hanging outside and smoking, it sure is a happening place to be.
Good thing he got his wallet back from that fairy somehow. There's no fear of being unhoused or not eating in a town as perfect as Aldrip, where people will always help one another, even if it comes with a stern chastisement-- so why not blow your money away?]
You any good at the cards? [It's idle conversation in between games as he mills about the floor, seemingly unsure what to waste his time on next.]
Midway - Suspicions.
Memories.
[A small sash of read, and he's stopped in place, staring at the accessory for sale like he doesn't quite understand what he's looking at. Something--- he's never seen before, but feels intrinsic, feels correct? Idly, a hand goes to his waist, and finds nothing. Looking back up, and there was nothing that was ever there to begin with.
Strange.
And the trend continues- Once or twice he reaches for the object leading to the disassociating sensation, and he can't tell if that's worse. The way his head aches and splits, the intrusion of thoughts and familiar scenes and emotions that disappear just as quickly, tethered to nothing. But they all have something in common:
They're from a life outside of here.
By midday, he's keyed up, eyes darting as though in search of anything else that would trigger that alien, disturbing, addictive sensation of momentarily knowing something that wants to flicker and fade as soon as the object is gone. But he'll at least ask the person with him-- maybe they're having lunch together, or skipping out on work, or just been having a conversation at a cafe.]
You been... seeing things that go missing lately? Like they're there, but once you look away or grab them-- not anymore?
Doubt.
[Birds don't exist anymore. Which is very weird because he is at the farm to fit a chocobo for a bridle and trim its talons, but instead Chocobos just don't exist.]
--What the fuck? Where the hell did the asshole birds go?
[Hello???? The stalls are empty? There aren't even feathers on the ground. Is he going to get paid for this??]
The end - Everything feels Wrong Countdown
[It's pouring rain and everything feels wrong, like there's static in his head that pulses louder and softer with no rhyme or reason. The day goes by, but there's barely any focus he's able to put into it.
Everything feels wrong-- fake? And sometimes when that thundering, white-noise-esque buzzing crescendos in his head, momentarily a spectral creature, looming and metallic and impassive, might be glimpsed hovering directly over him, if only for a second or two.
He'll spend the whole day wandering about Aldrip-- suspicious of what's real and what isn't, never quite feeling right. There's something hidden from them, something they can't see, aren't allowed to see, and none of this can be real.]
Misc.
[hit me up fam i am out here to have a good time. lmk if you want anything specific because open top levels are hard and i'm happy to write individualized starters.
I'm good for anything from slice of life to memory regains to dumb delinquent bullshit to conspiracy theorizing! Just let me know around what point of the event it is (Beginning, middle, end, etc) so we know the general Suspicion vibe.]
Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3
He does have an apprenticeship as a farrier on the farm, tho, shoeing the horses and trimming the hooves of the goats and cows and whatever. Feel free to know him or know of him however! After all, we all grew up here together, right??? Anyway, hit me up if you want anything custom, contact info is in the above link. Anyway, here are some open prompts!]
First Half - Ignorance
Fairy Misfortune
Oh, motherfucker--!!
[He goes to grab for the fairy that's laughing and making off with his wallet, but his grip falls short when it flutters up a little higher. How he even got into this predicament is anyone's guess, but his eyes are narrowed and keeping track of it, lips pressed into a thin line. Not today, you stupid fucking fairy. After a moment, he's snapping his fingers at the closest person to him.]
Hey, help me out so we can corner that thing.
[How they plan on cornering a small, flying pixie-esque creature is anyone's guest, but he sure as hell plans on trying. Even if it takes them parkouring across Aldrip.]
The Casino
[The bright lights and game are something different from the typical quiet, idyllic paradise that is Aldrip-- so of course it's going to garner peoples interest and find all types hanging around. Whether it's playing games or just hanging outside and smoking, it sure is a happening place to be.
Good thing he got his wallet back from that fairy somehow. There's no fear of being unhoused or not eating in a town as perfect as Aldrip, where people will always help one another, even if it comes with a stern chastisement-- so why not blow your money away?]
You any good at the cards? [It's idle conversation in between games as he mills about the floor, seemingly unsure what to waste his time on next.]
Midway - Suspicions.
Memories.[A small sash of read, and he's stopped in place, staring at the accessory for sale like he doesn't quite understand what he's looking at. Something--- he's never seen before, but feels intrinsic, feels correct? Idly, a hand goes to his waist, and finds nothing. Looking back up, and there was nothing that was ever there to begin with.
Strange.
And the trend continues- Once or twice he reaches for the object leading to the disassociating sensation, and he can't tell if that's worse. The way his head aches and splits, the intrusion of thoughts and familiar scenes and emotions that disappear just as quickly, tethered to nothing. But they all have something in common:
They're from a life outside of here.
By midday, he's keyed up, eyes darting as though in search of anything else that would trigger that alien, disturbing, addictive sensation of momentarily knowing something that wants to flicker and fade as soon as the object is gone. But he'll at least ask the person with him-- maybe they're having lunch together, or skipping out on work, or just been having a conversation at a cafe.]
You been... seeing things that go missing lately? Like they're there, but once you look away or grab them-- not anymore?
Doubt.
[Birds don't exist anymore. Which is very weird because he is at the farm to fit a chocobo for a bridle and trim its talons, but instead Chocobos just don't exist.]
--What the fuck? Where the hell did the asshole birds go?
[Hello???? The stalls are empty? There aren't even feathers on the ground. Is he going to get paid for this??]
The end - Everything feels Wrong
Countdown
[It's pouring rain and everything feels wrong, like there's static in his head that pulses louder and softer with no rhyme or reason. The day goes by, but there's barely any focus he's able to put into it.
Everything feels wrong-- fake? And sometimes when that thundering, white-noise-esque buzzing crescendos in his head, momentarily a spectral creature, looming and metallic and impassive, might be glimpsed hovering directly over him, if only for a second or two.
He'll spend the whole day wandering about Aldrip-- suspicious of what's real and what isn't, never quite feeling right. There's something hidden from them, something they can't see, aren't allowed to see, and none of this can be real.]
Misc.
[hit me up fam i am out here to have a good time. lmk if you want anything specific because open top levels are hard and i'm happy to write individualized starters.
I'm good for anything from slice of life to memory regains to dumb delinquent bullshit to conspiracy theorizing! Just let me know around what point of the event it is (Beginning, middle, end, etc) so we know the general Suspicion vibe.]