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[Other workers are leaving by the staff entrance when Yukiko arrives. Some watch her if she comes too close, other ignore her and are more than ready to go home. At 3:05, Mohammed leaves the door and waits outside while he searches for the person matching the Retrospec profile.]

[Yukiko more or less hangs out in the parking lot until right at 3, when she walks up and leaves the Mystery Machine behind. Not really having looked up Mohammed beforehand, she's more or less standing around looking like she is waiting for someone, until she spots someone who seems to linger and appears to be searching.]

Mr. Mohammed?

[A teenage girl walks up to him and calls his name. That has to be her. He leaves the shade of the building and holds out a hand.]

Yukiko?

[Yukiko takes the hand and gives it a fairly firm handshake, then bobs her head as well.]

That's me. I hope I didn't keep you waiting.

No. I had some last minute things to finish. Sorry for the late notice.

[He pulls his hand back and adjust the strap on his bag.] I know a good place we can work.

No worries.

[She does the same with her purse.]

Lead on then.

[Funny, a few months ago she wouldn't have dreamed of following a strange man anywhere. But Naoto had sent him to her, for help. And if her judgement was off, then well, she'd deal with that.]

Right? [Eleanor made a tired noise.] I'm almost done with the last part of the paper then I think I'm done. Done-done.

[Huh. Roommates.]

I hadn't thought of that. I guess I technically have one of those too don't I...a random roommate who I won't be living with. [She snickers.]

I guess so! Who knows?

[Her random roommate hasn't apped yet so...]

Once that paper's done, we should start decorating.

Yeah! Before we do end up with someone else who can argue about what we put up.

[Okay, this was something worth thinking about.]

What's the furniture situation?

[ ...DEFINITELY NOT THAT. ]

...Somehow, that doesn't seem to have the same gravity.

Have you ever seen me try to dance? Or do anything musical? Because the other me plays sax.

Well, my parents have spare beds. We were going to replace a few at the B&B and the older ones are fine for us. They're just a little less than presentable.

Same with a couple of desks. Other than that, you'll want to bring your own. The place does have some chairs and a couch though. And a dining room table.

So, basically what you're saying is...

We could go furniture shopping. In fact, we need to go furniture shopping. That's what you're saying.

[Eleanor sounds way too excited saying this.]

[The block ahead is abandoned, and judging by the lack of grass in the lawns, it has been for a while. Mohammed pauses when he reaches the corner were Souji accidentally set him on fire, peeks around, and continues once he's certain there is no fire-throwing demon not-ghost hovering beside him.]

Here. [He steps into an empty basketball court that has long lots its nets.] No one thinks of coming here.

That...is what I'm saying, yes.

[Why does this sound like a potentially disasterous date to Ikea?]

[How odd. Really, it's strange just how abandoned some sections of the city got at times, and how peaceful. That pause though, did something happen? Oh...well not really a big deal now that they were here.]

Alright. Well. For starters, I think that I should say please don't freak out. Nothing I'm going to do is dangerous to me or you. But it may be freaky.

I've seen some frightening things. I'll be fine. [What can be worse that surprise fire demon. He does take a few steps away just to be safe and crosses his arms.]

What are you going to do?

I'm going to call out my Persona. The being that gave me the powers that I have. The...thing...that's connected to me. It's sudden and sometimes frightening, and I wanted to give you warning. It sure scared me the first time.

[With that said, Yukiko holds out her right hand, blue flames beginning to ripple down her arm and coalesce into the form of a floating rectangle a little bigger than a playing card. It seems to solidify for a half second...]

Come forth! Sumeo-Okami!

[Her fingers close, crushing the card. The air ripples with unseen energy and the sound of glass breaking shatters the silence...and behind Yukiko appears something. A figure made of golden metal, feminine, with no facial features beyond the ridge of eyebrows and nose. Her right hand holds an enormous katana, and her left grips it's matched set. The winglike arms, set with jewels, fold around Yukiko like a shield and there's a distinct pressure in the clearing as the Persona studies them both with an eyeless gaze.]

[The wings are what he sees first. Spread across the court proudly as the...woman floats above them. There is no face to read, but there is no malice in the air. It almost feels like she is here to protect Yukiko.

She's beautiful.

She feels powerful.]

It's impressive. [Is what he can manage to say. Taking a few seconds to look away, he asks Yukiko:] What was that in your hand?

[The Persona floats down, wings encircling Yukiko in a quick embrace before she flits off to watch the area, standing sentinel for the two of them. Just in case.]

It was a tarot card, I believe. I...haven't seen it in reality outside of when I call her, but in memories I've seen it take a more physical form. I can't remember what card it is though.

A tarot card...the Major Arcana... [He had never heard of the latter phrase before Caelum explained it to him, but the link between the two remained in his memory.]

I remembered something a few days ago. I think it was in the world of my visions, but there were a group of people with powers, likely just as strange as mine, and they were associated with the cards in the Major Arcana. There was the Moon [um...] and other ones, I forgot.

You said your Persona felt like it was part of you?

I could list them, but google would do you just as well.

[Yukiko smiles at that, certain that if he's smart enough to work at a museum he can puzzle out the Googles. If he even cares.]

And yes, I did. She...I feel like she lives in me. A part of my psyche, or my soul. I don't know how else to describe it.

[Wow this kid just insulted his intelligence, his reputation is tarnished. How can he move on?]

Alright, then what I felt was something similar, helped me set things on fire, might have been related to a tarot card.

[Putting all the pieces together, the conclusion is too eerie and simple to be true.]

My god, what if I also had a Persona?

[It is a little eerie, but she's honestly begun to think that it's the simple explanations that fit best.]

Then you'd be like me, and a few other people that I know. We...there's more people with Personas in Recolle. I guess you'd be one of us. We could help you learn to control it, if and when it manifests then.

...Wait, really?

[ He raises his brows. ]

So you're saying the other you is cool?

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