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[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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[pheasantboy]

At that, he snarls. It's not as if he likes Ren, but that's his business. "Useless pieces of shit. They won't even avenge him. What use are they?"

[cybermask]

That wasn't a typical reaction. "I don't think any one would about any one here, other than those romantically involved." She curled a little into herself. "Even when you get to appease everyone, it doesn't mean they will... care that much about you."

[pheasantboy]

No sympathy is forthcoming. All he says, eyes fixed on the escalator, is, "Obviously. Nobody cares about anyone else."

[cybermask]

She shrugged again. "I think they care. But I can't tell if it's pleasantries sometimes. Like Magpie and Crow. They definitely care for each other. I care for my brothers enough, that Ive planned to be the sacrifial lamb. But you already know that."

She sighed. Would her brothers care that much about her? She wasn't exactly going to ask them.

[pheasantboy]

He lifts his head a little, with that unnatural flex of his neck, staring at her. "They won't thank you for it. I died for Ren, or tried to, before. You see what it got me."

Wait, when did his Amamiya become "Ren" to him? He couldn't even think of him before.

[cybermask]

"I never expected it." She sighed. He died for his. Wait, he just said Ren. Not Amamiya.

"How come you did? Some blaze of glory?" She teased.

[pheasantboy]

"I was a moron, obviously." He stares back not at the escalator, but at the ceiling. "Should have just shot him and left. Taken the poison pill, made it work for me somehow. But I didn't."

[cybermask]

She snickered. "Sorry, sorry. That's just," she hummed. Wait didn't he just kill that Ren? "I guess you can say you two are even now."

[pheasantboy]

Even? No, he doesn't think so. His hand, or what passes for it, creeps to his stomach, where he can feel the little Ren-spark glowing.

[cybermask]

She tilted her head. "What's up with your stomach?" Did it hurt? Could stuff like that hurt shadows? Did he get hurt? Should she run a scan? Did her heal skills even work on shadows?

[pheasantboy]

The Shadow glances her way, matter-of-fact. "He's still here. I can feel him."

And what a novelty it is, after the nothingness of his experience to date—no touch, no taste, nothing but an overwhelming drive to consume, which is now sated.

[cybermask]

"Feel him? Like how? Like when you feel full or is it something else?" She was curious, this was a first she's ever heard of something like this.

[pheasantboy]

"I'm not hungry any more, so there's that." That itself is like existing in a different world. "It feels good. Which I'd forgotten anything could do. Of course, it'll pass, or turn out to be shit. Maybe I'll be consumed by fire, like those ghost stories."

[cybermask]

That was a strange thing. "I mean, I doubt you'll be swallowed up by flames." She stretched her arms above her head. "I'm glad you feel good. It's been too long since you did."

[pheasantboy]

"How do you know that?" Look at that, a return question.

[cybermask]

"To which?" She asked tilting her head. There was a small part of her happy. That was strange. "If it's the flames, I don't believe in ghost stories. Not after everything we've been through. There's too much for that to be true." She had a feeling he meant the other. "You look..." She gestured to him. "relaxed? Your body language is entirely different." She could go into detail if he so wished.

[pheasantboy]

"That's not what I asked," the Shadow says, with just a trace of irritation. "What makes you think it's been a long time?"

[cybermask]

She blinked. "You've been down here a while. I assume it started when... you were back there. I've been here for months, I've known you about a month. That's a long time. Is that not to you?"

[pheasantboy]

Are there any times in his life he'd have characterised as "feeling good"? He doesn't think so. A few heady moments, perhaps, all stupid in retrospect. But he just shakes his head.

[cybermask]

"You don't think so?" She asked softly. Did he not have any good memories to speak of? Was that all stuck with the one up above?

[pheasantboy]

"I didn't ever feel good." He sounds as indifferent to it as he currently is. "The last time was when I shot Ren. Except that was... I guess I felt everything at once, that day. Everything I hadn't been feeling. Hadn't let myself feel."

[cybermask]

That's surprisingly honest. She didn't think he had such a good grasp on his emotions. She moved around where she was sitting, the floor of the metaverse was never forgiving. "What do you mean?"

[pheasantboy]

It is a suspiciously good grasp of his motives and emotions, for a Shadow. "What is this, therapy hour? You know the sort of thing. You don't need me to tell you."

[cybermask]

She laughed. "I guess I do. I've been there a few times, the first time I killed someone, the first time I killed in the real world, when I took care of my mother's killer." She sighed, then smiled at him. "I don't mean to turn it into therapy hour. I'm just, fond of you. I like how you are. Before you say anything, no it's not because you look like my brother."

[pheasantboy]

Huh. That one actually stirs some anger from him. "Don't stuff me up with that bullshit, Glitch. I can still shred you into bits and leave you for the Maras."