Chapter 1
Author's Note: So this is mainly a novelization of my OC in the Persona Universe. Timeline-wise it would be around a year or so after Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. Right now there's only the OC, since it's told from his perspective and he's kind of a lone wolf, but the canon characters would appear a few chapters in and play a larger role. In fact, the whole first "arc" so to speak would be how the OC met the main cast.
I should also say that I took a page out of P4G and gave my OC a special skill. Don't worry if you don't understand what it does, since there will be a general sheet of the revealed affinities and skills of the OC's Persona at the end of every chapter.
So without further ado, enjoy the first chapter!
Inner thoughts
'Persona talk'
Commands issued to Persona
Disclaimer: I only own the OC.
The Green Moon overlooked Tokyo's streets, which were overflowing with blood and littered with eerie coffins. None of the street lights functioned, nor did anything function electronically anyway. Silence prevailed, consuming all.
And that's just the way I like it.
Strolling down the empty streets of Tokyo, I hummed merrily, piercing the silence with the happy tune of Twisted Nerve. My purple hood was up, creating a comforting area of warmth right around my scalp, while my left hand was at my hip, lightly tracing the leather holster strapped on my leg. My other hand grasped the handle of a sawn-off double barrel shotgun which rested on my right shoulder.
Yep, nothing special going on here folks, just your average Dark Hour stroll going on. I chuckled at the absurdity of that thought. As if the Dark Hour was anything average….
A loud creaking sound drew my attention. Quickening up my pace, I jogged towards the sound, footsteps splashing in the puddles of blood. Anticipation was building up in my mind. One thing the Dark Hour is sure to guarantee for people like me is entertainment. And boy do you need that if you suddenly find yourself in possession of an extra hour in which nothing electronic functions.
Rounding the corner, I saw a Gigas wrenching at the lid of a coffin in an alley way. It seems to be making progress as well, since the coffin was already half-open. Just a little bit more, and the Gigas would be able to throw open the lid and reveal the sleeper within. Guess whoever's in there is real lucky I showed up. I placed two fingers in my mouth and whistled shrilly to get its attention.
I succeeded. The Gigas snapped its attention towards me, baleful eyes almost glowing in the dark. It turned towards me and flexed its muscles threateningly.
I smiled and crouched down a bit, patting my legs with my left hand: "So you wanna play, lil' Hogan? Well, come on, come to Daddy!"
The Gigas, apparently enraged by my taunt, roared and came charging towards me, fist raised and ready. My hand flashed down to the leather holster and a muzzle was soon pressed snugly against my chin. The sound of shattering glass was barely audible within the giant crash resulting from the Giga's strike.
When the dust settled, the Gigas flinched and jumped back, drawing distance between the combatants. Standing right in front of me was a Jester dressed in a faded motley colored in shades of purple, yellow, and green. Each of the Jester's limbs were manacled, with the chains all leading to a giant cross, like a marionette. The cross was held in the Jester's left hand, while the right hand grasped a mask portraying an expression of utmost calm and tranquility. But the Jester's face was the exact opposite of the mask he held. With eyes were bloodshot and wide, a nose where only two slits remain, and a smile so wide that more gum showed than teeth, he was the portrait of madness.
The giant marionette cross was faced towards the Gigas, and slightly smoking from receiving the blow. I lowered my Evoker and sneered at the bewildered Shadow in front of me.
"My, my, my, are you really that ignorant that you took my words for real? I mean, haven't you heard of Jester's Privileges?"
At my hidden command, the Jester threw his head back and roared in maniacal laughter. As I heard it, I felt fully lighter and stronger than I usually do. Judging by the Giga's panicked expression, the opposite is happening for him. The shadowed turned around and tried to escape, but stumbled due to not being used to the feeling of debilitation.
I, however, have no such problem as I sprinted towards and past the giant lumbering Gigas. Ducking under his punch, I let out a laugh of exhilaration as I swung my shotgun up and unloaded both barrels straight into the Shadow's torso. The Persona-reinforced shot sent the Gigas stumbling back towards where the Jester waited. I snapped my fingers towards the Jester.
"Chicot, Bufudyne."
Within the blink of an eye, the Gigas was encased in a thick block of ice. Strolling casually towards the trapped shadow, I lightly tapped on the ice with the butt of my gun.
The slab of ice completely shattered, with the shadow inside it. I looked down at the shattered mess and covered my mouth in mock surprise.
"Oops…"
Chicot, the jester and my Persona, cackled madly at my antics before fading away. I felt him settle down comfortably at the back of my head somewhere. Chuckling to myself, I turned around to look at the coffin that the Gigas was trying to open. There was a faint rustling coming out from it, and I tensed up, alarmed.
Surely there won't be a shadow inside, right?
Jogging towards the coffin, I peaked inside and let out a groan of relief. It was just the inhabitant of the coffin moving a bit. As far as I can see, it's a girl, late teens to early 20s I think… she started rubbing her eyes and looked at me groggily.
"Wait….. wh-" *wham*
I slammed the coffin shut before she could finish the question. There are things that are better off remaining unknown, and the Dark Hour is like that towards a non-Persona user. Now that her coffin is completely shut, she'll pass out again. Once the Dark Hour is over, she'll remember none of it and return to her normal life.
'Or she would get hit by a memory, out of nowhere, of waking up, seeing a face, and having a coffin lid slammed down upon her.' A grating voice muttered in the back of my head. I snickered at Chicot's remark, the image of that girl blinking confusedly at a random memory while the rest of Tokyo rushed around her being too amusing to resist.
'She was good looking as well. Maybe you should've asked for her number or something?'
'Chicot, we've been through this. With the life I lead, I can't get into a relationship with anyone other than a Persona-user. And you know full well she is not a Persona-user.'
'But think about all the girls you're missing out on! I mean, look around! Well, not now since everyone's transmogrified, but you get what I mean!'
'Down, boy. Libido has no place in the Dark Hour.'
'Man, you're no fun…'
Turning around towards the mess that was the Gigas, I crouched down and sifted through the murky sludge, grimacing at the task. Yuck… As if fighting them wasn't enough…. After a few minutes, I found a shiny golden belt and a gemstone. With this and all that I've gathered this month then I should be able to cover food, rent, other bills, and still have some money left over for monthly spending.
Who needs a job when you've got a Persona? Shadows are walking treasure chests!
Smiling to myself, I reached into my jacket and pulled out a mechanical pocket watch. There's only 15 minutes left of the Dark Hour, so I should head back to my apartment…
The Dark Hour ended almost the minute my apartment door clicked shut. The green hue covering the moon dissipated, and I could hear my landlord walking around in the hall. It was because of his coffin standing squat in the middle of the corridor that I almost didn't make it into my suite in time, but all's well that ends well.
The apartment was roomy for just one person. A living room with a desk which also served as a nice dining table, a couch, and a flat screen TV with a PS3 hooked on. A small, yet fully stocked, kitchen. And of course there's a bedroom and bathroom. That's all a guy really needed to get by life.
Throwing my loot for the night onto the couch, I went to the bathroom, stripped down, and turned the shower on. Sighing in relief as the hot water washed over me, I glanced at my reflection on the glass doors of the shower. A lean face with short spikey black hair glanced back. Reaching towards Chicot, I remarked:
'Yo, Chicot. Wonder what tomorrow would bring?'
'Eh, who cares? You can't start tomorrow without finishing up today. And for today, life is good.'
I chuckled in amusement as I dried out my hair and donned a set of pajamas. I know more than others that life rarely runs smoothly, especially for a Persona-user. But as I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes, I can't help but agree with Chicot.
Yeah. Life is good.
Name: Caius Gevauden
Persona: Chicot Arcana: Death
Affinities:
Physical: Resist Fire: ? Ice: ? Wind: ? Thunder: ? Light: ? Darkness: ?
Skills:
Jester's Privilege (special skill. Heat Riser + Debilitate)
Bufudyne
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