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Test Drive: AUGUST

— TEST DRIVE: AUGUST —

Welcome to

empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

Date reminders. Reserves open 25 July and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on August 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus, those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. For new characters, these threads do not count for activity check. However, these can be supplementary threads for players already in-game.
For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!

PROMPTS

• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: Mystery boxes have begun to turn up not only on people’s doorsteps but also anywhere they go - at their workplaces, dropped off on their cafe tables, even falling out of trees or windows right in front of them. There is nothing special about the boxes themselves - nothing is written on them and they are made out of generic cardboard - but they may contain items such as a set of cute furry animal figurines, a ring of old tarnished keys, or a fancy but stained secondhand fedora. Others, however, have more sinister, mysterious contents, such as a black coat with a muddy hem, a blood-spattered kitchen knife or even what looks like a severed bloody finger. Ask around about who has been leaving these boxes all over the place, and you will get conflicting reports. Otherworlders lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a person suddenly in a hurry to leave the scene will learn that this person behind the mystery boxes can appear as a man, or a woman, or neither.

• Prompt E: Receiving a mystery box has its pros and cons. Some items give so much emotion and energy to a person, exaggerating everything they feel and think. It's a good thing at times, because when one is happy, they truly are HAPPY! When one feels like they're on top of the world, they may end up floating! However, there are instances in which the other person feels like they're drowning due to sadness, in which case, they may feel like they're underwater and need air to breathe. Don't worry! In times like these, all you need is a slap in the face to make you feel better! Or if that's too physically hurtful, others have discovered that crying stops the hyperbole of emotions, too.

• Prompt F: Investigations eventually lead to the founder of the cryptocurrency EmoGold who goes by the pseudonym "Sato" to be the one sending out mystery boxes to people. It seems the emotional currency has taken a dive in terms of exchange rate between EmoGold and Sylvs that he thought giving out mystery boxes to people would make them want to learn more about EmoGold and mining… sadly that didn't work and only proceeded to creep people out! "Sato" is now under custody of the Enforcers, and all the furniture in his house (strange and unique as they may be) is now up for auction! A lamp that looks like a cow and shoots light out of its eyes for 5,000 sylvs going once… going twice… SOLD!

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include forks and/or snow.

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[A]

[Although he tries his very best to present himself as a jovial, easy-going kind of fellow, the truth is that Kieran is a high-key bundle of nerves who frightens easy and makes matters awkward even easier.]

[And speaking of frightening easily, the idea of his emotions causing strange effects in this world doesn’t exactly sit well with him. It sounds way too much like some sort of weird voodoo or witchcraft—definitely not the kind of otherworldly weirdness he wants to play around with.]

[But here’s the thing… as it turns out, worry is an emotion. An emotion that Kieran often, coincidentally, worries about. So as he worries about his worrying and the effect it has on the environment, dark shadows start to spread out from underneath his boots and creep along the sparse sidewalk.]

OH! Oh no! Oh no no no no…!

[Kieran lifts his feet, one after the other, as if checking for a hole he can plug up.]

 Aw crap, I can’t… I can’t, uh, uh… someone help!!! Please!!!

———

[B]

[Kieran squints at the task board, doing his best to hang out in a corner away from anyone else who may want to take a look. He can make out a word here and there, sounding out letters in his head and slowly stringing them together. He grasps the basic idea of what’s going on with most of the assignments, latching onto whatever key words he knows, but it takes a while. Longer than he would ever care to admit.]

I think this one's a cleaning job, right? That can’t be too bad.

[He’s talking to himself as he places a finger on GT014, debating whether or not he should take this assignment.]

———

[C]

[This amulet transmission isn’t anything special, at least not to someone who’s been around for a while. It’s a view of a picturesque lake coming from someone who’s standing along its sandy banks.]

Woaah… wouldja look at that? The water’s so clear!

[As Kieran narrates to nobody in particular, there’s a wave of pure, unadulterated joy that washes over the unintended connection.]

I bet the fishing’s real good here.

Edited 2019-07-19 03:43 (UTC)

B: Librarian for a Day
Well had helped to establish the Library of Alexandria, so he could certainly help out with the sorting of a few books with the time that he had. Iskandar would even have time to do a little reading and studying as he worked, though his size and the fact that he often forgot to watch the volume of his voice and comments made seem ill fit for a librarian. At any given moment he can be found either hauling a large stack of books from one part of the building to another, working on the top shelves of a particular row, or glancing through books on the history and geography of the region. Though should someone ask him a question or stop him, he will gladly help if he can.

B: ST0102 Monsters in the woods
Rider had made it a point to be included on this particular task. A boy had gone missing, after acting rather strangely, and reports of that the enforcers of the land would do nothing about it. It was the last part that had found his mood slightly fouled, that those charged with protecting would fail to look for a child, and that they did not live up to their duty to inspire those who lived in this city. He had called his trusty partner, Bucephalus, and from the back of the mighty horse was making decent time through the underbrush.

"There is something familiar about this. It is a shame that we don't have a better way to track which direction he might have gone."

C: Triumphant return
HAHAHA, it seems that my task here was not done, after all, I have returned! Though it does seem that quite some time has passed since I was last here. I suppose that boy had important things that he had to attend to though since he is no longer here.

Tell those of you who are here, what wonders have been discovered? Have there been more excursions out into the world to discover what lies beyond the horizon? It is rather troublesome that our knowledge of this world is not kept up to date when we return, unlike the throne of heroes.

D: Gifts for the King of Conquerors
Iskandar had found a box outside of his door when he stepped out and thought little of it as he picked it up. There had not been anything that he ordered, but he saw no harm in claiming the content should they have been left at his place of residence. Though by the middle of the morning as he sat outside a shop having a meal, there was a half-dozen of the packages stacked in front of him, and the king of conquerors was getting ready to open each of them.

"The generosity of the people here exceeds what I recall. They must truly recognize my greatness and are thanking me for returning once more."

Listening in on the amulets is always a good idea when it's newcomer arrival time. You never know just who might show up, after all! In fact, she recognizes the person sending this particular message, isn't that...

Iskandar??

... Someday, she might actually learn not to immediately address Servants by their true names. Today, however, is not that day.

B. Bartending For A Night

[Well, getting back into the swing of things was not hard. In fact, it could almost be called enjoyable here. But being a bartender meant a few things. The good was that he could hear a lot of stories. The bad was that he'd have to deal with a lot of idiots.

The really good was if he got them drunk enough, they tipped extra and he's not going to say no to the money.

When someone comes and sits to talk to him, he puts on his most charming grin, holding a shaker of ice in his hand.]

What can I get you?

[It's a surprising tone from Niles.

Because it doesn't immediately sound like he hates you.]

B. GT0102 - Library

[Niles in a library is a mixed bag. On one hand, he's fascinated where he wouldn't be when he was much younger. After all, at least now he can read, but that's not the point.

The point is, that he has grabbed a book on a particular subject (and in order to skeeve everyone out, yes it's a sex book), and is going to look at it when he hears footsteps and make sure anyone who look at him sees what he's reading.]

Can I help you?

[You're disturbing his me time, get out.]

[oh. great. it's this jackass. archie had practically forgotten about him and their terrible "friendship", so when he goes in for a drink and sees a face he could've happily lived without ever seeing again...

he does the responsible thing. acts like he has no idea who this is. hopefully niles won't remember?]

Whiskey.

[Luckily this servant had no problem with his name being known; after all, Waver had already told him that he could go by any name he wished in this world. And it wasn't as if there were many that didn't know the King of Conquerors.]

Yes, it is me. It seems that I have another opportunity to show this world my splendor. Though it does seem that there have been quite a lot of improvements since the last time I resided in this city.

A - Emotions

[Anyone who knows one Yosuke Hanamura would also know he’s not at all good at keeping his emotions in check. That is... unless he has his music. And then, it’s a whole different issue all together. Although, it wasn’t really an issue so much that he could simply get lost in it. Upon his arrival here, he caused quite the windstorm. Which was weird because his Persona wasn’t out and so how the hell was he Garudyning everywhere?!

But eventually, he got away from the crowd, spent a few days at the Welcome Center to get his bearings, and then eventually to the park where he slapped on his headphones and pressed play, it didn’t matter what song came on. He just needed a place to think and music to help get him in the zone. So, if one were to look, Yosuke could be found in an isolated field of sunflowers, a summer breeze blowing through as he crouched amongst the flowers, eyes shut and his hands over the bright orange headphones. He was completely unaware the sunflowers and breeze were his doing too.

He was in another world, it wasn’t the TV World either, his cellphone was out of range of anyone, and he didn’t know what to do.]

What would partner do?

[It was mumbled into his knees, but with his ears covered in music, he wasn’t aware if anyone heard him. But it was a valid question, he figured. He’d know what to do, or at least have some idea. Yosuke was too out of sorts, but that’s what the music was for. He needed to calm down and think of a game plan.]

D - Mystery Boxes

[Part of that game plan was finding employment. If he was gonna be here for the long haul, may as well earn cash. So, he was currently hauling some boxes for one of the merchants in the marketplace. The guy wanted to set up a new, bigger stall, so the extra set of hands would help. Yosuke was also used to setting up displays and stocking items in an orderly fashion that it was easy for him to get lost in the grind.

That was, until a mysterious box appeared right at his feet and Yosuke had a box full of scrap he was taking to the trash blocking his view. Somehow, his foot smacking into the mystery box followed by an uncontrollable gust of wind had him not just tripping and falling. The box of trash landed and splattered its contents while Yosuke was quite literally flipped over and he landed with a loud cry and crash into yet another pile of trash!

At least it wasn’t a trash can?

There was a pitiful whine as he laid there, not at all sure how he went ass over end right then.]

Ow... that h-hurts...!

[His back was gonna feel that for a week.]

G - Wildcard

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Edited 2019-07-19 18:44 (UTC)

[A. anger]

[Anger is an easy one, and it's so easy for Crowley to be angry. Right now, anger doesn't quite describe the level of emotion he's feeling, and it doesn't really matter what exactly he's so angry about. What you want to be careful of is the fact that it's pulling slim, scarlet flames upwards from the ground around his feet... and he doesn't seem to notice.

Crowley leaves a trail of smouldering flames wherever he walks in his current state of outrage, until he comes to a stone bench that takes a few scorch-marks while he sits down on it. The corner of his coat catches fire, and he puts it out with a glance. Apologies to anyone nearby who might want to pass without melting the soles of their shoes...

But really, Crowley isn't sorry at all.

[C. ducks]

Ducks.

[Says the amulet. Or, rather, says Crowley's thought through the amulet. He's perched by a relatively large pond, looking pensively at the water.]

This place could use some ducks.

[It's possible he doesn't realise, at this point, that he's broadcasting his mind to all and sundry. Equally possible that he does, and it's very important that everyone listening is aware of the current need for ducks at his particular location.]

[D. mystery box]

Hmm...

[What's in the mystery box doesn't seem to be perturbing him as much as it's causing a great deal of curiosity. Strange, really, when what he's holding in his hand right now is a scarf that looks very much like it's been set on fire.]

... Is someone trying to make a point? It's not a very good one.

[His nose wrinkles slightly, and his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. The demon doesn't like how familiar the scarf looks. The question - spoken aloud but not really addressed to anyone in the vicinity of the outside of the café where he found the box - has the tone of being dismissive, but the way he doesn't immediately put the box down perhaps says otherwise.]

Did you see who left this here?

[Because Crowley didn't, and he's certain it wasn't there when he sat down.]

[Working at the library, as fate would have it, has also been a mixed bag- sure Blue has plenty of time to do his own research, but he also has to deal with people like...]

[...This. Blue's lip curls a little in disgust as he approaches and catches a glimpse of the book he's reading on.... Fertility Facts: How to Get Pregnant. Why does he seem to be so surrounded by gross old men in this place?]

...Hey, pops. [He gestures towards some stray books strewn in the area; perhaps earlier abandoned by their bored readers.] These aren't yours, right?

[Under his breath, he scoffs as he starts to collect them.] Guess not; they're not gross enough...

Edited (oh nm they're both B dfgj) 2019-07-19 17:51 (UTC)

You've been here before?

Hang on a sec, didn't Hakuno say...

Oh! You were here with Lo-- Wait crap which was the right name for her to use here? Oh, right. Waver, right?

Whether or not she'll remember to explain just how she knows Waver--and by a different name, at that--before she lets slip that she knows more about the Fourth Fuyuki Holy Grail War than anyone who didn't participate ought to, well, that is the question. Then again, she evidently must trust Iskandar enough already that she doesn't have any reason to be very careful of what she says, so perhaps that counts for something. (Or she's just an idiot, depends on who you ask, really.)

[John has taken to visiting the task board to pick up odd jobs every couple of weeks, and he doesn't generally take notice of anybody else around. The way he sees it, whatever reason they have for being there is no business of his, just as his reasons aren't their business. So on this particular day when he hears an oddly familiar voice, it catches him by surprise. He's never once seen anybody he recognized from home before, and he almost doesn't believe his eyes when he finally sees a familiar face at the other side of the board.]

What the hell? [There's just enough hint of a good-natured laugh in John's voice to make him not sound definitively angry, though his face is locked in his usual frown. It's a surprised and mildly delighted frown, at least?]

Kieran? Kieran Duffy! Is that you? [With... a head?? Somehow???]

[It’s the initial ‘What the hell?’ that prompts Kieran’s head to snap up from his intense concentration, eyes wide and sufficiently startled, thank you very much. The added surprise of a familiar voice does little to quell his shock or make him feel any sense of security. Quite the opposite, in fact, if the sudden ripple of shadow—gone as quickly as it came—is anything to go by.]

[Thankfully, that good-natured undertone in John’s voice helps. A bit.]

[He’s not sure how to handle such a greeting. Back in the camp, he’d always received some sort of aggressive number, with the occasional tepid response on a good day. Not that John was ever guilty of either—he’d let Kieran be and he returned the favor in kind—but to be met with some semblance of happiness treads just a little too much into foreign territory to be of any substantial comfort to Kieran.]

[And that doesn’t even include the jarring reminder of that awful business after little Jack’s triumphant return. He’d been trying his hardest not to not dwell on how the O’Driscolls captured him, and the horrendous brutality that had ensued, perfectly content with enjoying what this new world had to offer him in recompense.]

[No, it’s better to focus on the positives. He has a fr... no not a friend. Not quite. An acquaintance? Does that even fit? Ah well... in any case, he has someone here who he knows. Someone who, as far as he can tell, doesn’t want him dead. Again.]

[So Kieran offers a dip of his head that doesn’t quite meet John’s eye, but one that’s at least accompanied by a genuine grin.]

Y-yeah, it’s me!

...Howdy!

[Aaaannnnd he regrets that the moment it comes out of his mouth who the fuck actually says ‘howdy’ without sounding like a complete tool good job Kieran you idiot just go ahead and bury yourself now]

Ducks? I believe I may have seen some ducks around...

[Such is claimed by a kind, female voice ringing through Crowley's head. Obviously she can't say if it was wherever this person currently is, because she doesn't know where he currently is. All she knows for sure is that somewhere around Verens, she's seen ducks before. Or perhaps they were more like this world's equivalent of ducks and the sort of thing the Beastmaster Hunting Guild hunts for. Ducks are ducks!]

Even so... We can always use more ducks! Ducks are fun animals!

Ngk--

[Says Crowley, having forgotten that the amulet is very much capable of broadcasting his thoughts out without his consent whenever he lets his guard down. At least it was something innocent enough.

Ducks are an innocent enough topic.]

I've always thought so. [After a fashion. He does torment them a little more than he ought to.] The little things remind you of home, don't you think?

[While Rose very much caught that "ngk-", she lets it fly. There's many an innocent reason for a person to make a "ngk-" sound, especially when telepathy is involved. And a lack of ducks.]

Oh yes! I suppose seagulls would remind me of home even more, but those aren't quite as nice as ducks. Seagulls are very... cheeky, while ducks are peaceful and comforting.

Oh, dear. Ritsuka's seen this sort of scenario before. It's not at all uncommon for newcomers to be... upset, when they first arrive, but some definitely take it far, far worse than others. Fortunately, Ritsuka's used to, err, fiery tempers, so to speak, so while she doesn't approach to the point of it being unsafe, she's not particularly fearful or perturbed by the heat and flames.

"Umm... Excuse me? Are you okay?"

Obviously he's not, exactly, but she can't really explain things to him if she can't get his attention first!

[Worry. Significant worry. There are little droplets of rain that keep falling on Aziraphale's head from a tiny personal raincloud. Now and then he looks up with irritation, and it gives him what almost might be a sheepish look -

(because it's a cloud, and clouds look like sheep in a way, and his sense of humour is not the most sophisticated)

- and stops. Then he goes back to worrying, and the rain goes back to falling.

He has responsibilities. He has work he should be doing. He has a bookshop to look after!]

...ah.

[There's something he can do. Someone he can distract himself wi- someone with whom he can distract himself. He strolls over, mindful of the flames, hoping that this person will be not hurting, exactly, because that's a dreadful thing to wish, but hoping that their minor problem will be enough to keep him distracted for a while. Then he's distracted from his thoughts of distraction.]

C-Crowley?!

[Kieran's from a time when slow-motion video isn't exactly a thing, what with end of 19th century technology and all, but that's exactly how he witnesses Yosuke's tumble, cringing as he watches the teenager land in a pile of trash. He can commiserate... probably a little too well.]

[He fights back a wince as he scurries on over and holds out a hand for Yosuke to grab. Least he could do, right?]

You alright, there?

[He opens an eye to find the hand out, the other eye opening as well when he heard the voice attached to the hand. He groans, mostly in embarrassment this time. Great, someone saw him. But at least they weren't walking passed him, so that's a good thing.]

Yeah. [It comes out like a wheeze but he finally reaches out and takes the offered hand, getting his feet under him so he could pull himself up and out of the trash pile. Seriously, he was glad it wasn't a trash can this time. Partner wasn't exactly here to pull his ass outta that again.] Thanks.

[He swiped at his backside and his shirt. At least the trash wasn't old food and stuff. Just dusty and dirty things that also hurt a bit more than old food. He sighed and then looked for the offending object.]

Geez, who puts a box in the middle of the road?

Sure, friend. No problem.

[While Yosuke pats himself clean, Kieran makes sure to stand close by. Not because he has any particularly valuable skills to fit the situation (outside of the most basic of basic first aid), but hey, a little moral support never hurt anyone.]

[Yosuke's question inspires Kieran to glance at the box as well, lips pressed together and brow furrowed as he studies it from afar.]

I haven't the slightest.

Maybe someone dropped it?

[He's decidedly not making any movement whatsoever to walk over and it up. Who the hell knows what's in that thing? It could be dangerous!]

[Well, Yosuke will inspect it then! Because opening boxes in weird places is kind of normal for him. Don't ask.

He approaches it and give the box a hesitant push with his foot. It doesn't move so he crouches down. While no one was any the wiser, Yosuke did have a kunai in his apron so he slips that out of the front pocket.

Because he's totally a normal teenager, right?

He flips the lip open and...]

...seriously?!

[The hand without the weapon pulls out a cat figurine, holding it up towards Kieran.]

It's full of these animal figurines. No wonder the box was heavy enough to trip me, but if they wanted to get rid of so many of these, why not just dump them at the Welcome Center or something? These are in awfully good condition to be put near a trash pile.

[That tiny weirdly-shaped knife does draw a bit of a side-eye from Kieran, but truth be told, he's seen kids Yosuke's age with full-on rifles before, so he's not about to ask any questions. Just as long as the kunai isn't pointed at him, everything's good.]

[He finally steps closer when Yosuke mentions something along the lines of animal figurines and holds out the tiny cat toy, his interest immediately piqued by the prospects of seeing someone else's handiwork.]

They really are in good condition. Cute, too.

[He holds out a hand, wordlessly asking for permission to take a closer look at the figure.]

Makes you wonder if they really did just drop it by accident.

Oh but it is! [The voice comes in crystal clear over the amulet as just next to him there's a blue figure that breaks the water's surface. Even with the mask covering the lower part of her face her joy over having found someone excited about the water is very visible.]

I find it much more enjoyable to swim alongside them, though.

[A friend of his wields a pistol, so it wouldn't be that out of the ordinary either. Too bad Naoto wasn't here. Yosuke slips the kunai back in the apron pocket and hands Kieran the cat figure.]

Looks like something a friend of mine would have.

[A couple friends, actually. He wasn't one to collect these sorts of things himself, but Kanji and Partner? Right up their alley. He sighed and shifted to pick up the box, getting it in his arms and standing up without bending his back because early back injuries were so not his style. Also he's worked at Junes long enough that it just became second nature.]

Well, accident or no, I don't see anyone rushing to claim 'em. Guess we could try the Welcome Center? Ah... wait.

[He glanced at the mess he made and sighed, shoulders drooping.]

I should probably clean that up first. Dammit. Wanna take these for me and I'll meet you there once I get this all squared away?

Edited 2019-07-20 03:18 (UTC)

[At first, Kieran whips around, looking for the source of that voice and maybe for the answer as to why it sounded like it was coming from so close, almost from inside his head. He sweeps his head from side to side, genuinely perplexed.]

[It's only when the voice speaks up again that Kieran thinks to look forward into the lake and... oh. Oh good Lord. There's a fish lady. There's a fish lady in the water and she is very bright and very pretty but also incredibly unexpected and what is even happening?!]

[Given the alarming nature of the situation, it should come as no surprise that poor Kieran Duffy isn't exactly able to adequately articulate his shock. So he lets his backwards stumble onto the ground do the majority of the talking for him. Nevermind the shadow spreading underneath him.]

[But sitting and staring is pretty rude, and he does his darndest to be a gentleman whenever he can, so he'll give actual speaking a shot, too.]

Y-Y-Y-You're a... you're a...

[...Okay, not his best, but at least he tried.]

Edited (added some of that fun emotional effect stuff) 2019-07-20 03:40 (UTC)

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Test Drive: AUGUST

Kieran Duffy | Red Dead Redemption 2

Iskandar/Rider : Fate/Zero

C (also HELLO :D)

Niles | Fire Emblem Fates

b

Hello, I can't remember if they met before he left last time.

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

A J Crowley | Good Omens (bookverse)

Library

They did not! Waver and Rider left just before Ritsuka arrived

B, also 8)

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C but in person bc why not

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all the better to make friends!!!