Decided to dig up some old artwork to look at how far the team has progressed. I would have Cirra here too if I actually ever had anything of her besides writing.
Characters (c) Me.
Characters (c) Me.
Prince: 7. A Much Needed Rest
Everything was hazy, and I don't remember much at all. I remember being carried on Kanji Tatsumi's back, but other than that, all I remember was a blur. We had left the room where my Shadow had attacked, and made our way through the labyrinth of the secret laboratory, though the others seemed as if they knew very well how to get out. I felt myself becoming weaker. My body was going limp and there was definitely something wrong. I wondered if this was just fatigue, or if this environment had something to do with it. I barely noticed that my face was buried in Kanji's shoulder as he carried me, and the world seemed to be spinning around me. I don't even recall what kind of things they said, because everything was so fuzzy to me.
I remember a door opening and revealing the world outside the secret laboratory, but it wasn't what I had expected it to be. Outside, there seemed to be an endless sea of trees, and the sky above was pulsing with ominous shades of red and black. Fog filled the ar
Prince: 6. The Body-Altering Procedure
UPDATE: To anyone who isn't familiar with Persona 4, I found this scene from the anime on Youtube. However, it's not completely accurate because this story is taken from the scene in the game. The link is in the description.
The silver-haired student stepped forward. He held out his hand, and a blue light began to radiate around him. The sight of this light soothed me as much as I could have been soothed at the moment, though panic still tore at my heart. Still, the beautiful light perplexed me, and gave off a welcoming aura that drew me to its presence. Above him, what looked like a blue tarot card appeared out of the light, and descended toward his hand. When it rested in the center of his hand, he clenched his fingers together, crushing the card. As he did this, a brilliant, white light burst forth from him, and before him stood a creature much like the new appearance of my doppelganger. However, instead of having a dark and frightening feel to it, it was most fascinating an
Prince: 5. The Doppelganger
"What's the meaning of this?" I asked as I stood up, trying to remain as calm as I possibly could with an identical doppelganger of myself standing in front of me. I felt my heartbeat quicken and I readied myself for any possible scenario that could come into play. All I could think of was the group of students I had been observing. Hopefully they had discovered I was missing. I hoped to God that they would find me here, though after the last three murder attempts had failed, I had faith that they would do whatever they did to the others in order to save them. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Weren't you listening?" the doppelganger said in her ominous voice, "My name is Naoto Shirogane."
"Cut the crap," I snapped, "Who are you and why are you dressed like me? Do you think this is some sort of game?"
"I don't know," said the doppelganger, "You tell me. Obviously you know that for yourself. Is this one of your little games? I'd love to partake in it, if so... I do love games."
Prince: 4. The Bait is Taken
I was off the case. Off. The. Case. It had taken me a very long time to be able to comprehend this. When I was finally able to accept the fact that I had been discarded, I made my decision. I was going to continue investigating, even if I wasn't an official part of the case. I am a detective. Detectives do whatever they need in order to find the truth. The truth itself is my only needed reward.
It was raining. It had been raining all day. The wind blew against the window in front of my desk, splattering it with rainwater as I looked through my countless investigation files. I had convinced my grandfather to let me stay home for the time being, insisting it was best for the case. After going through the previous kidnappings over and over, to try and find any other possible factor they may have shared, I finally identified something. In fact, I shunned myself for having been so careless as not to have seen this before. After staring at the pictures, articles and doc
Prince: 3. My Inglorious Outburst
I had walked around Samegawa, the shopping district, and even Junes, but I still had not seen anyone suspicious whatsoever. I didn't understand. I had been on TV the previous night, made myself completely vulnerable... Yet I had not even sensed the slightest suspicious activity. It was nearly the end of school hours when things began to sink in for me. The thought of what I was ultimately planning to do began to phase me... After all, I had been planning to make myself bait for this extremely elusive culprit... The reason I had attended that talk show the night before. If the police would not address my theory, then I was faced with no choice but to take the case into my own hands. It was a necessary risk I had to take. I started to feel somewhat melancholy, and found myself with a heavy feeling in my chest as I sat at one of the tables outside Souzai Daigaku. I tried to force this useless feeling out of me, but the attempt was to no avail. I sighed, and then looked up as a shadow fell
Prince: 2. The Continuation of my Hectic Morning
I had peeled away most of the orange's outer covering, discarding the little bits to the street below. A trail of orange peels had begun to form behind me as I made my way into the northern part of the central shopping district. The wind began to pick up, and some of the peels were blown around and scattered in all directions. I didn't mind leaving them around; they would either erode away or be eaten by animals in time anyway. The shopping district was also barren and devoid of human life, it seemed, as well, but it was a beautiful morning. Sunlight was beginning to flood over the horizon, and the earthy smell of fallen leaves had begun to linger in the air. Autumn was very close, and the temperature had become cooler over the past few days.
The orange was now completely peeled and ready to be eaten. I delicately separated one segment of it and raised it to my mouth. However, before I could take a bite, something caught my eye which made me stop in my tracks. I peered over to th
Prince: 1. The Beginning of My Hectic Morning
September thirteenth, 2011. The day started off as usual, not that I had expected much out of it in the first place. I carried out my casual morning routine, which mainly entailed the following: I woke up, rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes, removed my sleepwear, tediously bound my chest, and changed into my daily attire. However, rather than changing into my regular school uniform, I decided to simply change into the bright turquoise shirt, dark pants and yellow tie I preferred to wear during these warmer months. I was not going to be attending school today. I proceeded to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom, squinting my eyes through the blinding light when I flicked on the light switch. As soon as they adjusted, I turned toward the mirror, my own reflection catching my eye. I paused, gazing at myself, a twinge of hatred stinging at my heart. It sickened me to know the reality of what was staring back at me from the other side of the mirror, which seemed all too much like