juniordetectiveofinaba:

»: “A cultural tradition? Oh you must be referring to the cultural events during true traditions but I highly doubt it is one of those occasions. However, I see the point of warranting personal investigation could be of use to the both of us. After all, comprehending the wonders of this world and its use of slang terms of ‘getting laid’ would be resourceful for the near future. Hmm…very well then—shall we commence our investigation or will I have to condone this on my own?

Another case…ah, this does sound a bit thrilling after all. I rarely have much to accomplish so…this should prove to be a fruitful quest. Perhaps my friends could be knowledgeable and give extra hints on understanding this tradition.”

“I would delight in accompanying you in this task.” The vagrant failed to veil the excitement glittering in her gaze, casually sauntering besides the smaller investigator. “I have no objections towards requesting the assistance from your friends. After all, it is crucial to maintain your bonds, as friends are the source of miraculous strength.”

The governess of power failed to realized the contextual oddity of the platitude, but found difficulty in understanding social nuances. More importantly, she wondered if perhaps she would establish a bond with the curious youth before her. As quirky as the elevator attendant was, the notion of relationships quite captured her interest, and the adolescent female seemed like a viable candidate for helping the odd Fool more intimately understand the meaning of a bond.

“Oh, do excuse me for failing to introduce myself. I am Elizabeth, a wanderer on a perilous journey.” Ah, the odd woman indeed enjoyed dramatics. “What is your name, she who is of the Fortune Arcana?”

juniordetectiveofinaba:

»: “The significance of getting laid and those terms in depth would mean…being laid down on the ground or floor? I believe I have no need to be laid down in any manner—that is a easy task to commit.”

“Perhaps ‘getting laid’ is a cultural tradition? I have heard that term in passing, and found it quite odd that humans require assistance to assume such a position. In retrospect, people often talk about the activity as it was something so rapturous…Well, I suppose this warrants a personal investigation!”

“Your energy is quite admirable. I remember when you first approached me, rapidly switching between timid reticence and curiosity.” Elizabeth smiles; how amazing it was to see such developments in one soul! “Your enthusiasm, your upbeat attitude—you must owe a lot to your friends.” The former attendant warmly chuckles, before shifting to a subtle pensive, solemn tone. “I hope to experience such growth as well.”

flamingcyborg:

A young girl with long white hair was walking in a blue hallway. Her soft golden eyes looked around her. She was clothed in a plain blue robe and blue sock-like slippers, having just been reborn.

Well, that’s what Marion thought at least.

She had been instructed to meet her new siblings by Igor, so she was looking around. Eventually, she noticed a blue door that looked like a simple house door. Maybe someone was here? She opened the door slightly and peeked in. With a soft and slight raspy voice, she said “H-Hello?”

It seemed strange, indeed, for the vagrant to reminisce about her servitude in the Velvet Room. Though she so longed to experience the outside world, revel in the bountiful splendors of the physical realm, and had freed herself from a constricting existence, the woman’s passionate heart remained tied to her former domain.

As such, her journey transported her back into that ethereal blue realm, her earliest memories lost in the timeless expanse. Her former master had informed her that a young female had appeared in the interstice between mind and matter, and encouraged the most rambunctious denizen to greet the likely confounded girl.

Of course, even without the beckoning from the long-nosed old man, she’d greet her new, precious younger sister with a welcoming smile. 

“Ah, you must be Marion,” Lifting herself up from the chair, the governess of power ambled towards the meek girl, her excitement as thin as a single page from the recondite Persona Compendium. “Now, there is no need to be shy, my cute little sister. My name is Elizabeth, and even though I am currently in gross neglect of my duties, I promise to cherish you as older sisterhood necessitates!” 

In honesty—and the adventurous Fool had not dwelled upon the subject matter too thoroughly—she had not decided how her love would manifest. Would she relentlessly tease her, as with her childish brother Theo? Or, perhaps, treat her similarly to her most respectable sibling Margaret? Soon, Elizabeth would find out.

spears-and-garudyne:

The twirl yes this was Elizabeth alright, as eccentric and spontaneous as ever, it really has been a very long time has it? he hardly remember the timid version of himself that was long in the past be he did gesture he to keep it down “I was only timid cause of the threat of death you still remember that?…excellent memory.” He would have forgot if she didn’t remember

“But non the less I’m glad you remembered me, I would ask where you have been but you have your reason and I do not wish to pry.” He was ecstatic he was worth being implanted in her memory banks, this was a joyful reunion after all he could sense the excitement radiating off her.

“Oh you can read me like a book, yes I met many others like my self and even other versions of yourself though you are always my favorite I’m so glad to see that smile of yours.” Grey smiled handing her a rose “It’s beautiful, anyway I hope life has treated you well?”

“My, what a kind gesture.” Her slim fingers curled delicately around the gift, lifting the amatory crimson before her soft visage. “The rose - an ancient symbol of love and passion. It goes with the saying, ‘Even a rose has thorns.’ However, this particular one is smooth in texture… How odd.”

The wanderer briefly examined the curious present, the bold hue of the petals brushing against her pale lips. A veritable contrast the inadvertent kiss was, of striking red and mysterious white, compounded by orbs of honey nestling above their touch. “Oh, details!” Nonchalantly, Elizabeth cast her attention back onto the Wild Card, quite happy to interact with the energetic boy.

“My life has become immeasurably more meaningful ever since I realized that I am the one who forges my own identity.” Silently, the governess of power thanked her former guest for freeing her of her servitude. “I have also encountered an alternate incarnation of myself, as…melancholic as that experience was. However, I fully intend to create a miracle, no matter how cumbersome the path may be.” Stubborn resolve tinted her golden eyes, intimately understanding the power of the concept called hope.

“Ah, Master Minato!” It had seemed so fantastical—so impossible—that the boy who had inadvertently enlightened a child of the Velvet Room about her identity would once again meet her gaze. Her soul overflowed with ineffable gratitude each time the Universe, a human whose presence embodied hope, spoke to the former servant. “Even now, I feel relief whenever I see you.”

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spears-and-garudyne:

“Elizabeth!? is that you?” The shop owner ran over to grab a better look at the velvet room attendant he hadn’t seen her in months no a year and a few months, after he went back to restore new york for a year he never thought she be the first thing he saw. The thing he really hoped was that she remember him. “It’s me Grey…” He waved at her hoping she would know him

Upon the proclamation of her lovely name, the governess of power triumphantly twirled around, her honey eyes aglow in delight. “Why yes, it is I, Elizabeth!” My, the jovial woman had not expected to encounter recognition so soon. As dense as she was to the social nuances of the human realm, she’d sensed the excitement from her bolder friend.

The commander of Thanatos had then scanned the taller figure before her, the imprinted image of the timid male she had previously met in resonance with the bright man before her. A sense of joy leapt in her inquisitive little heart, happy visage enough to affirm the Wild Card’s hopes.

“Ah, yes, I remember. You were the bashful, hooded boy I met a while back.” A gentle chortle laced her words. “You’ve certainly grown in strength, Grey. Please, allow me to guess.” Without seeking the Wild Card’s permission, the journeyer cheerfully continued on, “You’ve forged new bonds, and it has thus empowered your heart. Am I correct?”