[Going out for a walk had seemed like a good idea at first. He'd been holing himself up in his room for so long, avoiding the outside world, that he'd convinced himself he needed to get out and take in the city. Pick up some food, maybe. Interact with people as little as possible. He was sure that could be done.
But the world outside was so large. So alive. This is entirely the opposite of what he'd wanted as he holed himself away in the labyrinth of Amala. There were too many people, too much noise. It felt like his failure was being shoved in his face. Even if Naoki had managed to bring his Reason into being, this wasn't that world anymore.
Isamu is a mass of emotions at the moment, the pendant around his neck glowing brightly. He's drawn away from the street and onto the curb, and all around him the color has been drained from the world. The grass, the pavement, the bench he isn't quite sitting on - all are now in gray monotones as a reflection of his anxiety.
He sits with his head bowed and his fingers laced over his hat, causing it to fall over his eyes.]
c.
So where's the best place to go for real Japanese food around here? I can't eat heavy. I have to watch my figure.
I miss the vending machines.
[He's going to act like he meant to say this all in one go and he didn't just let his thoughts spew out more than necessary.]
e2.
[Isamu really doesn't want to be here right about now. He only came for the food, as he already knew he wouldn't be able to earn the fortune. Maybe before everything went to shit he might have been able to smooth talk his way into having a good time with the old man, but not anymore. (And who is he kidding? He wasn't nearly as charismatic as he used to think he was.)
As they begin searching for the culprit, he tries to fade back into the crowd. Maybe he can put some of those emotional powers to use. If he wills himself to feel lost and forgotten, not hard at all, he might be able to literally disappear. Now he just has to make sure he's only becoming invisible and not ceasing to exist altogether.
An empty feeling wells up in him as he brings those emotions to the surface, and when he looks down at his hands he can see his fingers start to fade away...]
Isamu Nitta | Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne
[Going out for a walk had seemed like a good idea at first. He'd been holing himself up in his room for so long, avoiding the outside world, that he'd convinced himself he needed to get out and take in the city. Pick up some food, maybe. Interact with people as little as possible. He was sure that could be done.
But the world outside was so large. So alive. This is entirely the opposite of what he'd wanted as he holed himself away in the labyrinth of Amala. There were too many people, too much noise. It felt like his failure was being shoved in his face. Even if Naoki had managed to bring his Reason into being, this wasn't that world anymore.
Isamu is a mass of emotions at the moment, the pendant around his neck glowing brightly. He's drawn away from the street and onto the curb, and all around him the color has been drained from the world. The grass, the pavement, the bench he isn't quite sitting on - all are now in gray monotones as a reflection of his anxiety.
He sits with his head bowed and his fingers laced over his hat, causing it to fall over his eyes.]
c.
So where's the best place to go for real Japanese food around here? I can't eat heavy. I have to watch my figure.
I miss the vending machines.
[He's going to act like he meant to say this all in one go and he didn't just let his thoughts spew out more than necessary.]
e2.
[Isamu really doesn't want to be here right about now. He only came for the food, as he already knew he wouldn't be able to earn the fortune. Maybe before everything went to shit he might have been able to smooth talk his way into having a good time with the old man, but not anymore. (And who is he kidding? He wasn't nearly as charismatic as he used to think he was.)
As they begin searching for the culprit, he tries to fade back into the crowd. Maybe he can put some of those emotional powers to use. If he wills himself to feel lost and forgotten, not hard at all, he might be able to literally disappear. Now he just has to make sure he's only becoming invisible and not ceasing to exist altogether.
An empty feeling wells up in him as he brings those emotions to the surface, and when he looks down at his hands he can see his fingers start to fade away...]
wildcard.
[Anything else!]