When Mitsuru had begun to sense a possible Persona user Junpei was immediately interested and also, as the nights passed, sad for them. How weird was it to wake up in the middle of the night to find the world in this nightmarish state? To slowly become aware of that place not as a dream but as the world really was? Junpie recalled how he nearly pissed his pants when he realized that he had not indeed been having a nightmare but Akihiko was there shortly after. Who knew how long this one was aware though, or who they even were? It was troubling, to say the least.
The more he thought about it the more he was bothered by it and so that is why Junpei made it his own mission to ‘scout’ this potential team mate. He strolled the street, baseball bat gently hitting the posts as he walked through the city, pausing as the familiar sound of moving Shadow’s reached his ear. “Huh?” Immeaditly he followed after it, footsteps getting loud, coming faster as the monster picked up speed.
And there he was. The kid was far too laid back for this to be his first trip into the Dark Hour but he clearly didn’t know the danger that was there. Gritting his teeth Junpei took the bat in both hands, rushing forward. “Behind you!” Just in time the head of his bat smack down on the Shadows head, reducing it to a pile of squishy, black mush that’s arms still wiggled just slightly. Out of instinct he hit the beast a few more times, watching as it turned to a solid black puddle. “Phew! That was close!” He grins at the silver haired youth, rubbing the back of his head before tilting it slightly.
He’s wearing the Gekkoukan High school jacket, meaning he had to be from there but he hadn’t seen the kid around too often. The new student perhaps? It would make sense how they had only just found him. “Are you all right? I’m Junpei, Junpei Iori but there’s not a lot of time to talk. We have to get somewhere safer.”
❝ 大阪の将来ボクシングチャンピオン ❞
Midterms are coming up soon it seems, Keita mused to himself as the Dark Hour slowly tolls away, clocks aren’t moving, but Keita’s biological clock is. Ever since the time he discovered the Dark Hour, Keita shifted his sleep cycle by a bit, so that he won’t be tired at this time. There are times he wondered why he didn’t turn into one of those red coffins he see every so often but couldn’t come up with a good explanation. But then again, it isn’t weak, dead bodies strewn about during those 8 days with Polaris and the Septentrione’s invasion. They return to normal after that hour ends. Strange, but not dangerous at all.
It’s been close to a month of this happening now and he had gotten used to it. Those black things, they seem to die easily after a punch or two, but from what he observe, they aim for heads and turn them mindless. Though that’s other people, they stick to them in masses, while for Keita’s case it’s only one or two at a time. Vigilant, he heard sound made from a baseball bat hitting the streets.
Weapons, he didn’t really need them. His fists and kicks are adequate enough to eliminate these things, unlike the demons he encountered on his demon summoner days. He couldn’t remember them too much in detail, but he can feel the surge of strength, agility and vitality he had gained from the invasion, which became quite useful here as he just finished stomping on one of those vile black things. Though he was too focused on stomping the Shadow in front of him, he didn’t realize there’s another one behind him until a stranger was done crushing it into mush.
Of course, as anti-social as Keita is, he didn’t take that grin too warmly. In fact, the silver haired boy was frowning, not too happy that he didn’t manage to kill that Shadow. It’s not like that Shadow is capable of killing him anyway.
❝ What? Leave me alone. Here’s as safe as anywhere. ❞
Keita glared straight at the other, he isn’t exactly the most pleasant person to talk to, unfortunately for Junpei. By a glance, most can guess that the boy has a short fuse and can glare as scarily as one of those punks at the alley they are in.
