[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

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[couldntpullthetrigger]

[Yeah, normally, she probably would've freaked out, said something scathing about putting a towel on at least, and then moved away, but as it is... well, she doesn't.

She doesn't even move, staring further at the sky.

There's such a long moment before she answers, it's almost like she's ignored the question entirely, before her head moves a little.]

Things haven't felt right since I died.

[And with that, she goes back to silence.]

[liberal_arts]

-He hadn't even known she died. And their was a white flash of anger that shot through his veins at the revelation, but just as quickly passed. He couldn't go back and change what had happened, obviously, and there was no sense in being angry over it if she was here before him, in the flesh.-

I can't imagine they will. That's not the sort of experience one easily recovers from.

[couldntpullthetrigger]

No, it's worse than that, I think.

'Cuz I don't even care.

[She shrugs. Apparently, she's aware that not caring is weird, but she doesn't... precisely know what to do about it. Or... care to fix it.]

Whatever, though. Guess there's worse reactions I could have. I could freak out like I probably should at waking up after falling however many hundreds of meters and landing on my head.

[liberal_arts]

Hmm... Peculiar.

Perhaps your soul did not return with your body and mind.

[couldntpullthetrigger]

... I guess that's a thought. [She tilts her head. She hadn't thought of it like that, before, but...]

I guess there might be a ghost version of me wandering around, then. [That's. That's also something she doesn't sound like she particularly cares about. Even if normally the thought of ghosts would freak her out. Fancy, that.]

Either way... it's almost nice. Quiet. [Uh oh, she's getting used to it.]

[liberal_arts]

Try not to grow too accustomed to the quiet... it is in that silence that the true dread of death lies. Even in Hell, one is never alone.

[couldntpullthetrigger]

Yeah? But it's always so... busy in my mind.

I like this idea I don't have to care anymore. 'Bout myself or anyone else. [That's the real problem.] So... even if I'm not like, physically alone, it doesn't matter. Cuz I'll make myself alone.

[liberal_arts]

Mm...

Well, if that's how you choose to live, I've no place to judge you. You may as well become a youkai, in that case, however.

[couldntpullthetrigger]

Youkai?

... Oh, right.

[Folklore stuff, that she's only slightly more likely to believe since she, yanno, has her Persona power.]

Really, I thought it was more like Apathy Syndrome, but I feel too coherent for that. All they ever do is stand around and groan like zombies.

... Mm. But maybe living alone wouldn't be so bad, either way, as long as I can keep my mind like this...