[ic] shadow pheasant's mementos inbox

[pheasantboy]

Feel free to tag here, if you want to run into Shadow Pheasant in Mementos.

He doesn't have a phone, and must make his own fun. Be warned that he's level 99 and will attempt to eat all Akirens (and probably many others) on sight.

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[cybermask]

Character death mentions

Futaba had seen Ren's text. She didn't explain anything as she bolted out the house, hearing her brother call out. He'd probably end up going to Ren to ask questions. He wouldn't have been able to catch up anyways.

She went into the metaverse, the most comfortable place to her back home. Where she had all the control she needed. This time was the first she ever felt frantic. Her emotions were all mixed up. Not because of Ren. She failed to calculate that people cared about others here.

She took a breath seeing the floors and made her way down to the level. The first thing she noticed was the earthquake had stopped. She looked for anywhere there was any sign of him. He wouldn't disappear after that would he?

[pheasantboy]

But he hasn't disappeared; he's still lying on his side on the floor, against the console where Crow threw him, below the rows and rows of screens.

His eyes fix on Glitch as she appears, but he makes no move to strike, or to speak. He feels like the sea, or the stars—infinite, empty and cold.

[cybermask]

She made her way over to him. Just sitting by him. He seemed off. It was a strange thing to her for him to just be sitting there unmoving and not speaking. She didn't mind the sitting in silence, but also didn't know how to start the talking. It seemed like there had been a fight and he maybe lost.

[pheasantboy]

His fingers slide absently back and forth, quiescent now, fidgeting on the steel floor. He doesn't blink, or breathe, or cry; he doesn't object to her presence. Perhaps there are two Jokers now, and wouldn't that be strange?

[cybermask]

"Are you okay?" She asked softly. He was fat too quiet for her liking. There was none of his cocky demeanor, he wasn't even on guard like he was last time.

[pheasantboy]

"Mm." It's an acknowledgement, at least. But he still doesn't move, or look up, just watches the escalator.

[cybermask]

Yeah that wasn't a good sign. He wasn't looking like he was really there. Fuck, how do you comfort a shadow? She knew the palm trick, but doubted that would work. Still she held out her hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

[pheasantboy]

He shakes his head, barely perceptibly. Wide and empty as the sea, yes, with just a single point of light in his depths.

[cybermask]

"You don't have to." She said softly. She just sat by him. "Do you want comfort? I can play with your hair?" There was other options too, but the first question would answer them. "I'm more than happy to just sit here with you."

[pheasantboy]

It's the idea of playing with his hair that gets him. He tilts his head back to stare at her, with his head at an unnatural, serpentine angle; his face wrinkles up in distaste.

[cybermask]

That's something, it was hard to keep the small laugh down, the smile however still showed. "Relax, it was only a question." Seemed none of them liked their hair messed with. She'd have to remember that. The small hope that one of them did diminished.

[pheasantboy]

But he resumes his lying-flat posture, with his attention on the escalator. "Why did you come?"

He doesn't say it as if he really wants to know.

[cybermask]

"Does it really matter?" She sighed. "I saw the texts. He's dead, and I wanted to check on you." She looked at the escalator, what was he waiting on? Was he waiting on him?

[pheasantboy]

"He's not dead." And yet he's still there, inside the Shadow. It's enough to drive him mad. But then, how could you ever tell?

[cybermask]

"What do you mean?" She looked back at him. If he wasn't dead where was he? Then why did he seem so depressed?

[pheasantboy]

"He's alive again. With him. And he's not." It seems clear enough to him.

[cybermask]

She blinked. "Did he like... respawn?" Is that what he meant? With him had to be the other side of him. The... Ren's friend.

[pheasantboy]

The Shadow inclines his head, ever so slightly.

[cybermask]

She didn't know that could happen. That wasn't.... the velvet room. It had to be Igor's doing. "Are you... upset about it?" She just needed him to explain a little more.

[pheasantboy]

Again, he shakes his head the tiniest bit. The remnant of Ren glows quiet and small inside him.

[cybermask]

Alright, he was being surprisingly cooperative. "Why are you so upset then?" It wasn't accusatory. She just wanted to help. Even if all she could do is help him through his thoughts.

[pheasantboy]

"Who said I was upset?" It's the most like himself he's sounded, though it's still eerily flat. "It's the first time I haven't been upset."

[cybermask]

She hid her smile better that time. "You keep staring at the escalator, and you are quiet. Your voice also isn't like normal." She hummed, tapping her fingers on the ground.

[pheasantboy]

"Of course I'm staring at the escalator. They're going to return in force. I killed one of them." He makes this sound a fait accompli,

"Then again, who am I kidding? They'll find some excuse to let it pass.They always do."

[cybermask]

"I doubt they will. He's alive." She shrugged. "Too many of us are murderers to really care." God, it was easier to list the ones who don't kill. "Plus, it wasn't like he was well liked."