Twisted
Who: Adachi, Adachi's Shadow, and anyone who might come across them.
What: A man deals with his repression the only way he knows how
When: November 19 - Dark Hour
Where: A rooftop in Prospero
Rating: Not planning anything beyond PG-13, but it's Shadow Adachi and I have no plan.
Warning: Seriously. Persona 4 spoilers.
Adachi had been careful when he started hunting Shadows. He didn't want anyone looking over his shoulder, noticing things like a Persona or the fact that he actually gave a shit about the blob-monsters now. He could feel himself getting more powerful, even if he was just sniping the stupid things from rooftops with bullets and lightning. Gotta play this game smart, after all.
So, with his (minimal yet effective) efforts at caution and secrecy, it's natural that he jumps and starts when he comes face to face with another person on the rooftop. No, not another person...an image of himself, dark in the bright moonlight except for very distinctive yellow eyes.
"'sup?" asks the Shadow. Adachi, for once, is too stunned to open his mouth.
"Close your damn mouth, you look like a country bumpkin," the Shadow observes. "Or are you going native?"
"Wh-who are you?" Adachi says, raising his revolver.
"...are you serious? What kind of dumbass question is that? Ladies and gentlemen, Sherlock goddamn Holmes. And put the gun down, you don't have the stomach to shoot anyone in the face to begin with."
Adachi seems like he's about the snap back, but, somehow cowed, complies. He and the Shadow watch each other carefully...
((This will continue in comments when anyone shows up, or when I get bored and write out the rest of the conversation.))
What: A man deals with his repression the only way he knows how
When: November 19 - Dark Hour
Where: A rooftop in Prospero
Rating: Not planning anything beyond PG-13, but it's Shadow Adachi and I have no plan.
Warning: Seriously. Persona 4 spoilers.
Adachi had been careful when he started hunting Shadows. He didn't want anyone looking over his shoulder, noticing things like a Persona or the fact that he actually gave a shit about the blob-monsters now. He could feel himself getting more powerful, even if he was just sniping the stupid things from rooftops with bullets and lightning. Gotta play this game smart, after all.
So, with his (minimal yet effective) efforts at caution and secrecy, it's natural that he jumps and starts when he comes face to face with another person on the rooftop. No, not another person...an image of himself, dark in the bright moonlight except for very distinctive yellow eyes.
"'sup?" asks the Shadow. Adachi, for once, is too stunned to open his mouth.
"Close your damn mouth, you look like a country bumpkin," the Shadow observes. "Or are you going native?"
"Wh-who are you?" Adachi says, raising his revolver.
"...are you serious? What kind of dumbass question is that? Ladies and gentlemen, Sherlock goddamn Holmes. And put the gun down, you don't have the stomach to shoot anyone in the face to begin with."
Adachi seems like he's about the snap back, but, somehow cowed, complies. He and the Shadow watch each other carefully...
((This will continue in comments when anyone shows up, or when I get bored and write out the rest of the conversation.))