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Just to Lose Control
Who; Mitsuru + OTA
What; Someone made a wish and it's negatively impacting Mitsuru's control of her persona.
Where; The Market
When; 3/15 towards market closing time
Warnings; Bit of violence and mention of child experimentation
From the moment Mitsuru had manifested her Persona she had always had the ability to control her. Which, for a child, was rather impressive. After all the first manifestation had come during a time that should have caused her great stress. Instead, she had simply acted on instinct to try to protect her Father. Much of her life had changed after that moment with a great deal of pressure being placed upon her for her families actions. Now that this gift of hers had been revealed she had been expected to use it, to hone it, and to allow experimentation on it.
And she had done so without question or protest. Quite the opposite really, she'd been more than happy to help in any way she could. The Dark Hour and all the consequences that came with it had been the result of her family and as such it was their duty to correct it. That had been her motto since she was a little girl. Penthesilea had stood by her side through all of this. Fighting with her as she tried to navigate the disaster that had come from her own grandfather's hands. Her strength and level of control had only increased when she had evolved into Artemisia. It was something she'd grown accustomed to, something she was proud of, and suddenly something she was struggling with.
She wasn't certain when it happened. At some point while shopping she had found herself with a pounding headache. Her usual pale complexation had gone even whiter as she walked holding onto the small bag of fruit she'd picked up earlier. She stopped several times to put a hand on her head as she tried to figure out what precisely was going on.
"Merde," she whispered to herself. "What is...Artemisia?!"
Out of nowhere the Persona appeared. Summoning in the market of all places was something she would never do. Not only was Artemisia large but her particularly ice abilities could be quite destructive. Which was precisely the problem now. Artemisia took her chain whip into her hands and ice began to form around her and nearby stalls. Cracking and popping could be heard as the ice began to weigh on the structures, causing a few stalls to fracture.
Mitsuru desperately tried to pull her back but instead the Persona turned to Mitsuru herself, wrapping the whip around her neck. She thrashed and tried to gasp for air much to no avail. As dizziness hit her harder and harder she felt like she was slipping into unconsciousness. A thing that turned out to be a positive as it caused the renegade Persona to dissipate. Leaving Mitsuru a crumbled mess on a melting patch of ice in the market.
What; Someone made a wish and it's negatively impacting Mitsuru's control of her persona.
Where; The Market
When; 3/15 towards market closing time
Warnings; Bit of violence and mention of child experimentation
From the moment Mitsuru had manifested her Persona she had always had the ability to control her. Which, for a child, was rather impressive. After all the first manifestation had come during a time that should have caused her great stress. Instead, she had simply acted on instinct to try to protect her Father. Much of her life had changed after that moment with a great deal of pressure being placed upon her for her families actions. Now that this gift of hers had been revealed she had been expected to use it, to hone it, and to allow experimentation on it.
And she had done so without question or protest. Quite the opposite really, she'd been more than happy to help in any way she could. The Dark Hour and all the consequences that came with it had been the result of her family and as such it was their duty to correct it. That had been her motto since she was a little girl. Penthesilea had stood by her side through all of this. Fighting with her as she tried to navigate the disaster that had come from her own grandfather's hands. Her strength and level of control had only increased when she had evolved into Artemisia. It was something she'd grown accustomed to, something she was proud of, and suddenly something she was struggling with.
She wasn't certain when it happened. At some point while shopping she had found herself with a pounding headache. Her usual pale complexation had gone even whiter as she walked holding onto the small bag of fruit she'd picked up earlier. She stopped several times to put a hand on her head as she tried to figure out what precisely was going on.
"Merde," she whispered to herself. "What is...Artemisia?!"
Out of nowhere the Persona appeared. Summoning in the market of all places was something she would never do. Not only was Artemisia large but her particularly ice abilities could be quite destructive. Which was precisely the problem now. Artemisia took her chain whip into her hands and ice began to form around her and nearby stalls. Cracking and popping could be heard as the ice began to weigh on the structures, causing a few stalls to fracture.
Mitsuru desperately tried to pull her back but instead the Persona turned to Mitsuru herself, wrapping the whip around her neck. She thrashed and tried to gasp for air much to no avail. As dizziness hit her harder and harder she felt like she was slipping into unconsciousness. A thing that turned out to be a positive as it caused the renegade Persona to dissipate. Leaving Mitsuru a crumbled mess on a melting patch of ice in the market.