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[thekissoflife]

 ((Note that Fuuka doesn't yet have a bird to take written messages, so any threads here will initially be a private telepathic conversation between Fuuka and your character.))

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Voice, the 18th

[foretokens]

Hey, this is Fuuka right?

[it's a voice message, but it almost sounds like Yuu might be concentrating a little too hard, as it comes in a little uneven. ...It might be the first time he's bothered using this sort of communication]

this!!

[thekissoflife]

[Fuuka's return message is easy and fluid, because well, she has plenty of practice with this sort of thing.]

Yes, this is she. You were... Yuichiro-kun?

Image;

[oathkeeper]

[Well, there's a big wedding party coming up and Sora and Usagi will be working hard with the set up. Usagi is the wedding planner and as Sora works for her, he'll be working a lot behind the scenes.

But that doesn't mean he won't have time to hang out and have some fun! Since the party is open invitation he thinks of Fuuka, and wonders if she'll enjoy going.]

Hey Fuuka! How's it going? Adjusting to the city these days?

yeah!!

[thekissoflife]

[Oh! It's Sora! The image of him in his mind instantly makes her smile. Even if she could barely handle the flatter he dished out at her, he was definitely very nice and friendly, and it really please her that he's reaching out to her.]

Hello, Sora-kun. I've been doing pretty well, actually. What about yourself?

12/22

[oathkeeper]

[Sora leaves a gift for Fuuka to find for her birthday. Small and simple (and not a big deal) as requested! A notebook she can use to take notes in her new apprenticeship. A small note is attached. Messy writing...]

Happy Birthday, Fuuka!
-Sora

HEARTS DAY

[oathkeeper]

[Fuuka gets a candy gram with a card attached.]

Happy Valentine's Day, Fuuka!!

Love,
Sora

Backdated to February 14th

[quickpic]

[Fuuka will find a box of chocolates with a small, black camera charger wrapped neatly atop it.

And this hopefully legible note:]

so i found a charger in a junk shop... its totally not junk tho. shocking right? happy valentines day, fuuka! thanks for everything, ur electrifying haha (~_^)

Image!

[thekissoflife]

[PROMPTO THIS IS SO SWEET... also goodness she is blushing at your pun, stop??? But of course she is still going to thank you even though she's pink-faced because how good!!]

Thank you, Prompto-san, your gift is so sweet. And the charger...! [There's that unmistakable nerdy excitement.] This will definitely speed things along! [Especially now that she has a standard plug to work off of, she can make a universal outlet.

And then her blush darkens considerably.] O-oh, um, thank you for the chocolates as well! [SHE'S NOT MORE EXCITED ABOUT ELECTRONICS THAN CHOCOLATES OR ANYTHING,,,]

Telepathy/Action, 9th

[lackofprotein]

Oi, Yamagishi. You there?

[The amulets weren't quite like Fuuka's telepathy, sure, but it was similar enough that he didn't feel half as weird about using them as some others likely did. The only thing that he didn't like was the added mixture of emotions that sometimes fell through. So she might be able to catch the subtle undertones of discomfort and awkwardness that clung to his otherwise normal and to-the-point tone.]

If you're still awake, come meet me at the cafe'.

[With that said and done, he'll cut off the connection. Not really trusting himself to contain any stray emotions completely, and not really wanting Fuuka to get all worked up over nothing either. Part of him wasn't even sure if this was worth doing to begin with, considering learning about what happened after... everything with Ken wasn't going to change anything.

But there was something about the way Fuuka acted that first day that hadn't quite sit well with him. Dragons or not, he could tell there was more to her initial outburst than she was letting on, and that worried him.]

[thekissoflife]

[There's something that's a little startling about hearing the voice of a person who's supposed to be dead. Even though she saw him again, even though she's been interacting with him for the past few days, there's still a disconnect in her head, so there's a few moments pause before she answers.]

I'm here. Is something the matter?

[It's definitely later in the evening, so there's no mistaking the curiosity that comes over from Fuuka. Wouldn't earlier in the day have been more comfortable? Not that she minds, just... she can't help but wonder.

And then her senpai is telling her to come downstairs, which causes her to blink a bit more, before she hesitantly replies.]

Um— sure, okay.

[And obediently, she immediately makes her way out of her room and down, where she sees Shinjiro seated. The two of them hadn't spent too much time together aside from impromptu cooking lessons before his passing, so it felt a little weird now. She never got the sense that Shinjiro specifically disliked her— well, okay, maybe she thought he found her total ineptness at anything food-preparation related frustrating... but still. Shinjiro was a kind of guy who preferred to keep to himself, for the most part. And she didn't mind that, but she had honestly expected that they wouldn't be much closer even if they were the only two of the SEES team here.

Perhaps he just had more questions about Verens? He looks serious, as he always does, but she had caught the discomfort in his tone earlier, and she can't help but fret. Had she done something to upset or disconcert him already...? She lingers hesitantly for a moment before walking over and taking a seat.]

Good evening, Aragaki-senpai.

[Ah... he got her tea? That eases her up a bit, and she slowly moves to take the cup.]

Thank you for the drink. [That little bit of comfort makes her more open in displaying her nervousness, and she chews the bottom of her lip in trepidation.] Is something wrong?

voice;

[quickpic]

[Prompto enjoyed his time with Fuuka at the camping trip so much that he's been thinking of ways to see her again, outside of possibly bringing the charger in for a false alarm. She'd mentioned that she wanted him to keep coming around, and while he wants to comply he also doesn't want to come off as too eager. Despite a slow building confidence, he's still not the greatest with women. Having feelings he lacks the experience to properly act upon certainly doesn't help, but they're feelings he wants to find a way to act upon anyway.

And step one would be to... actually hang out with the girl he's quietly yearning for right?]

Hey, Fuuka. So you, um-- you had a good time camping right?

[He's a little nervous so skipping the pleasantries and getting straight to it!!]

[thekissoflife]

[Fuuka is currently in the spa with Eikichi's wyvren when she hears from Prompto. The response is immediate; a wave of warmth, friendliness and happiness being transferred over the connection as she responds with an enthusiastic:]

Prompto-san! Good afternoon!

[She rests against the large dragon, scratching its chin while she listens to Prompto, smiling.]

Yes, I had a wonderful time. It was a great way to wind down and relax with everyone.

I hope we can do something like that again sometime.

In person; April 30th or so

[thatgoodnight]

[Noctis picks a day when he knows Prompto is deeply ensconced in his darkroom and is unlikely to emerge for hours yet. Not only will this mean little if any telepathic texting for a bit but also almost no risk of Prompto walking in on the conversation Noct intends to have with a certain Fuuka Yamagishi. He's well aware of how Prompto feels about her (heck, even if Prompto hadn't outright told him or gone on a date with her, it's still pretty obvious with the way Prom talks about her and the sort of look he gets when he shows pictures of her), and from what he'd seen in the pictures and Fuuka's own demeanor at Gladio's birthday camp, Noct doesn't doubt that she reciprocates to some degree or another.

But even so, Noct doesn't really know her all that well outside of Prompto's chatter... which is why today he stops by her shop, hoping that she's in, she has time to spare, and that she's willing to chat for a bit. It's the duty of a best friend, after all.

So early afternoon finds Noctis poking his head into her store and looking about. He's distracted for a moment by the gadgets but the glimpse of her teal hair pulls him back on track, and he lifts a hand in a bit of a wave.]

Hey, Fuuka.

[thekissoflife]

[Fuuka is shelving some items when Noctis comes in, quietly working away until Noctis greets her. She looks up, then offers a friendly smile.]

Noctis-san! How have you been?

Action, 5/29th.

[lackofprotein]

[The familiar sights of the spa was comforting but... well, he still felt a little uneasy about being anywhere near here. Even if it'd been weeks since Castor had lashed out, he couldn't shake off the memories. Things that tugged and clawed at him, even now, but he had enough time to think past all that to consider his next step.

Listen to those who'd pulled him aside, forced him to see reason when he found it hard to believe, and though he hated to admit it, most of them were right. Fuuka's messages were... also something he was having a hard time ignoring anymore, and there'd been a few times where he almost answered back.

Yet didn't, for fear of what he might say. It was the same fear that was making him pace back and forth in front of the entrance to the spa, late at night. Because at the very least she would probably be asleep, so if he didn't want to go through with it this time, he could easily just walk away.

Pick a better day, maybe. Go back to the forest and spend a few more days with Kija and his companions. Try to set his thoughts in order, consider more on what he'd even tell her, because it was just a garbled mess of words and apologies that didn't convey his emotions well enough. Wasn't sincere enough, just... none of it.

So stupid.]

don't listen to her she is good & pure

[thekissoflife]

[Fuuka hasn't been sleeping well lately, often wondering where her senpai had went off to. She appreciated the presence of another Persona user, but with Shinjiro gone, somehow she felt even more bereft and removed from home than he had before he'd arrived. Or maybe it was simply... something else. Maybe it was just the fact they'd somehow grown so close, and now Shinji was trying to reestablish the distance they once had, if not even put more between them.

The things Shinjiro had said had troubled Fuuka deeply. This talk of things being better if he died, that he had no place here to begin with... people didn't just say those kinds of things, did they? Even others who had come here after death. But Fuuka couldn't know for sure. Wasn't one of those herself and honestly didn't have any idea if any of the people she knew had been one of them. If they had, they hadn't said as such to her.

It makes her think about when she first explained to her senpai about her guilt for not being able to help him when he died. Fuuka still honestly wasn't sure if his dying was simply inconsequential to Shinjiro, or whether it was actually preferred, maybe on some level even planned. That was a truly chilling thought... and indeed, every time she thought of it, little bits of frost would spread out from whatever surface she was contacting, and the air would drop in temperature around her.

He mattered. His life mattered. Whether he lived or died mattered, and it was deeply upsetting to hear him say such things as him preferring that over her getting hurt. Even Fuuka would feel bad, feel ill at ease to say such a thing herself. What she would really prefer is that no one be hurt at all. Not a... trade. One person's suffering wasn't less than another's, and Shinjiro's suffering certainly wasn't less than Fuuka's.

So when she feels his presence, she thinks she might be close to falling asleep and her brain is tricking her into thinking he's here. But the presence feels more definite, more pervasive. After a few moments and feeling its consistency, she sits up, looking over. Finally, she gets up and moves towards the door; a soft, startled noise comes from the little hatchling in the corner.]

Shhhh. It's okay. Go back to sleep.

[The tiny dragon blinks at her, then finally settles back down. She smiles gently, putting on some slippers and closing the door behind her, dressed in a night gown as she makes her way down the stairs. She's not overly excited because somehow she doesn't actually expect for him to be there—

But then, there he is. She freezes on the steps, stunned, like the sight of him almost seems unbelievable. After a few more seconds, she finally resumes walking down, not taking her eyes off of Shinjiro. The surprise lingers in her eyes.]

Senpai...

[She draws up to him slowly. She isn't afraid, although perhaps she ought to be. Perhaps she should be more aware of the fact that Castor still lives within Shinjiro, ready to strike, but no. Fuuka isn't afraid. She's wary of Castor now, perhaps, but she could never truly be afraid of Shinjiro.]

You're here.

ACTION - SUNDAY JULY 2ND

[izanyagi]

[At the Spa, right in front of Fuuka's door, there was a bento box. a simple but cute bento box awaited her.

No names were left! It must have come from a MYSTERIOUS STRANGER]

voice telepathy, july 2

[purrtagonist]

[please imagine Akira just lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, bouncing a rubber ball against said ceiling as he mentally calls all of his contacts on this day]

[because that is exactly what he's doing]

I sort of miss cell phones. . . what about you, Yamagishi-san?

[thekissoflife]

Oh, hello, Kurusu-kun!

[Fuuka responds chirpily, light amusement flowing over the connection at his words.]

I don't know, I've actually gotten quite used to the network. You don't have to worry about signal strength, or anything like that. Or bills, for that matter.

[She is so ridiculously adjusted to living in Verens...]

Voice, 7/4

[newrecipe]

Miss Fuuka, I apologize for the intrusion. Do you have a moment?

[The news he bears isn't good by any stretch, but he's hoping to break it to her as gently as possible.]

[thekissoflife]

Ignis-san...

[The moment he opens that connection he'll feel worry flowing over it. Because of course these two dumb lovebirds usually greet each other every morning and Fuuka is trying not to panic because Prompto isn't responding. He must have overslept, right?

... but Ignis contacting her just amplifies the worry. She tries to stem it, but really, she's so scared for what she might hear.]

Is it about Prompto?

July 4th (PROBABLY)

[lackofprotein]

[He liked how quiet the spa was after hours. The ability to take a break from the rush and noise of the day, bouncing around socializing with all the new company and those who'd never been much to leave him to his own devices - especially after everything that's happened over the last few months - made it where he enjoyed the tranquil moments of the evening. Probably why he didn't mind idly spending his time cleaning the cafe, his dragon lingering behind him to lick up the scraps that hit the floor while he wiped down each table methodically.

Though his thoughts weren't exactly focused on the task, this time, so much as silently wondering what he should do about his kouhai. It didn't take much for him to realize she'd been fretting over something, not that she made it particularly difficult to figure out. He just hadn't been able to decide on a proper way to question her about it, so he settled on the idea of waiting until later - when the two of them could actually sit down and chat with something warm to drink between the two of them. Hopefully this time the contents would actually stay that way, when considering their track record of freezing things during more serious conversations.]

[thekissoflife]

[Shinjiro had asked to talk to Fuuka later that evening, and Fuuka was sure she hadn't been very good at disguising her upset about Prompto leaving. Not that she did it intentionally so much as it was just... a natural behavior of hers, to try to put a friendly smile on for the sake of others and not wanting to bother them.

But of course her senpai would have none of that.

...but to be honest, it would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. She's just been stewing in her own thoughts about all the ways this could go wrong and it's exhausting. So that evening, she heads downstairs and sees Shinjiro already waiting for her at "their" table, a cup of tea waiting. She gives a small smile, and thought it's somewhat weak, it's genuine.]

Hello, senpai.

[She comes over and takes a seat, grabbing the cup and taking a sip. The warm, sweet liquid helps her relax, and she takes a deep breath of the aroma and lets it out as she sets the cup back down, but keeps her hands wrapped around the warm ceramic.

Quietly, looking down at it, she asks:]

... do you know what happened?

[Action]

[izanyagi]

[One day when Fuuka least expects it, there is a knock on her door.]

Fuuka-san...can I come in?

[thekissoflife]

[???

Fuuka gets up from her spot at her desk where she was reading a book— a textbook, actually— and opens the door.]

Narukami-san. [She offers a friendly smile, stepping aside and swinging the door open wider in invitation.] Of course. Please, come in.

8/17, VOICE

[purrtagonist]

[someone is PEAK STRESSED]

[the alternate reality memories just keep piling up, one after another. Haru. Futaba. Makoto. Akechi. and now, Mishima. as endless as Akira's patience can be. . . as legendary as his ability to remain calm is, even he has his breaking points]

[Yusuke has been a god send-- an anchor of sanity in an ocean of frustration. but there's someone else Akira knows who can do the same. and in the interest of not bugging Yusuke all of the time, he gives her a call instead]

Fuuka?

If this is all being caused by an Arehtei, then has anyone ever tried punching one and what are the consequences for doing so?

Asking for a friend.

[hey senpai]

[thekissoflife]

[Holy stress? Fuuka feels it right as the connection opens, even before Akira speaks, and it actually makes her just pause in the middle of some quality time with Jasper.

And then the source comes through. Ah.

She frowns down at the dragon at the question. Kouhai, please don't go punching spirits... She takes a deep breath.]

Hello, Akira. [She isn't aware of the state of everyone, but she at least knows about Futaba, so she can imagine Akira hasn't taken to that too well.]

I can't say I know. And I would personally rather not find out.

[Gently:] Would you like some company?

voice;

[thatgoodnight]

[It's around the middle of the day when Noctis reaches out to Fuuka across the amulets.]

Hey Fuuka...? It's Noctis. Are you... free to talk for a bit?

[He tries very hard to keep emotions to himself in this connection, but it's difficult to totally suppress a tired sadness that subtly threads and tangles beneath his words.]

[thekissoflife]

[He didn't respond today. It's eerily reminiscent of a couple of months ago, when Prompto temporarily went home. She— hopes that something similar happened again. Or perhaps he just overslept or got caught in something, or—

...?]

Noctis...?

[She thinks to ask him, but there's... she can feel that tired sadness over the connection, and her thoughts fly back to Prompto.

An icy coldness grips her heart. For a moment, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to ask the question, because she's afraid of the answer.

But maybe he wants to talk about something else. Her voice comes, hesitantly, softly.]

Of course.

10/15 Voice

[nofarplaneyet]

Fuuka. Hey, I haven't talked to you in a while. Been going through a few things and now that they're done, wanted to see how you were doing.

[Especially with how hard she must be missing Prompto. They'd been rather close from the little he'd seen. Close and happy. And now gone.]

[thekissoflife]

Oh, Auron. Hello.

[She's definitely not as perky as she was when Prompto was around. She's a touch on the quieter side, in fact, but at the very least she doesn't seem to be sending any traces over sadness over the connection.]

I've been alright. [Recently, she means recently. She doesn't want to worry him if she doesn't have to.] How about yourself? Is everything okay?