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[25 APR] [PERSONA 3] [MADNESS MADE MANIFEST]
Title: Madness Made Manifest
Day/Theme: 25th April 2010; when the monsters call out the names of men
Series: Persona 3
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Main Character, mentions others
Rating: G
Notes: Set early in the game and spoiler-free. May be slightly disturbing?
The Shadows speak.
He can hear them. He can hear them when his teammates can't and that fact disturbs him all the more. He cannot understand why and the frustration that unanswered question generates makes everything even worse.
The first time he had encountered them on the dormitory rooftop, their... voices, for lack of a better term, had been muted by the all-encompasing buzz that had pervaded his hearing throughout the entire fight. He had attributed it to delusions under the influence of life-threatening supernatural occurences and the adrenaline rush it had caused.
But in Tartarus... in that hellish tower, he learns that during the Dark Hour there is no room for sanity.
With the first step into their territory, the whispers already begin. The closer he is to them, the clearer the words become. They speak of dark secrets and terrible desires, the sealed away corners of the human heart open for his ears and his ears alone. There is hatred, jealousy, arrogance, lust and every other nameable or unnameable spectrum of humanity's corruption in that clamouring.
But perhaps the worst part is that he begins to recognize the voices they speak with. He hears classmates, teachers, even the local newscaster. For approximately one hour every Tartarus trip he is subjected to knowing things he should not - does not want to - be privy to, and he can only wish fervently that they'll just go away someday.
The cacophony is one he can only stifle by securing their demise. In battle, he focuses on the sound of his blade whistling through the air and their Evokers blasting more fragments of their minds away. It is not a permanent solution, he is forced to acknowledge, but he'll take what he can get.
His teammates mistake his desperation for zeal.
They do not know he is merely struggling to keep the madness at bay.
Day/Theme: 25th April 2010; when the monsters call out the names of men
Series: Persona 3
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Main Character, mentions others
Rating: G
Notes: Set early in the game and spoiler-free. May be slightly disturbing?
The Shadows speak.
He can hear them. He can hear them when his teammates can't and that fact disturbs him all the more. He cannot understand why and the frustration that unanswered question generates makes everything even worse.
The first time he had encountered them on the dormitory rooftop, their... voices, for lack of a better term, had been muted by the all-encompasing buzz that had pervaded his hearing throughout the entire fight. He had attributed it to delusions under the influence of life-threatening supernatural occurences and the adrenaline rush it had caused.
But in Tartarus... in that hellish tower, he learns that during the Dark Hour there is no room for sanity.
With the first step into their territory, the whispers already begin. The closer he is to them, the clearer the words become. They speak of dark secrets and terrible desires, the sealed away corners of the human heart open for his ears and his ears alone. There is hatred, jealousy, arrogance, lust and every other nameable or unnameable spectrum of humanity's corruption in that clamouring.
But perhaps the worst part is that he begins to recognize the voices they speak with. He hears classmates, teachers, even the local newscaster. For approximately one hour every Tartarus trip he is subjected to knowing things he should not - does not want to - be privy to, and he can only wish fervently that they'll just go away someday.
The cacophony is one he can only stifle by securing their demise. In battle, he focuses on the sound of his blade whistling through the air and their Evokers blasting more fragments of their minds away. It is not a permanent solution, he is forced to acknowledge, but he'll take what he can get.
His teammates mistake his desperation for zeal.
They do not know he is merely struggling to keep the madness at bay.