The Rebel Doctor

by Kazragoth

Ren Amamiya, leader of the once renowned Phantom Thieves, now leads a prosperous and peaceful life with his friends, and has left the world of the living, fully content in his aged years. The progenitor of Personas has other plans for him, however. One that involves an already ruined world. Well, at least he's already dead when this happened.

6. 1-5: King and Joker

"As the guide born from the hope, you should know what to do, no?"

"Of course, Master. After all, Ren and I have been together since forever! He'd be lost without me!"

"Indeed. I never tire of the stories of your adventures. Of course, there is no harm in biding your time. When you arrive, seek out an organization named Rhodes Island. I have no doubt that the Trickster is there."

"Alright. Well then, I'll be off!"

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"Perhaps, soon I will pay Rhodes Island a visit as well."

- Philemon and Morgana

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CHAPTER 5

KING AND JOKER

The first thing Ren saw when he woke up was a dim spectrum of light from the side and a tattered wooden ceiling. The human man blinked as he wiped his eyes, rising up from whatever he was sleeping on. For some reason, it felt comfortably familiar. Even the sights before him felt…familiar…

"What the?"

The moment he noticed it, Ren shot up from his bed to find a crafting table, HIS crafting table sitting there neatly. Looking sideways to the left, he noticed a lot more familiar things there. An old TV and DVD player packed in a single combo, with an old PS2 console plugged onto it complete with controllers. A shelf packed with books on his right, and another shelf on the left loaded with miscellaneous items. The potted plant he took care of back when he first came to Tokyo decades ago is also there as well, looking just as fine. No doubt about it…

"This…this is the attic back at Leblanc. But, why am I here? And what's with the eerie light? Is this a dream?"

"Indeed. You are correct, Ren Amamiya."

The same deep voice that had hounded him ever since he broke out of the park responded to his questions, and the Trickster immediately darted out of his bed on high alert. Only then did he realize that he was dressed in the same patient's garb that he wore when he died, but that info is irrelevant for him at the moment. There are far more pressing matters at hand.

"Where the hell are you? Show yourself!"

"If you wish."

Under his demand, the owner of the voice slowly phased into existence right before him. At a single glance, Ren can easily say that he is outright disturbed by the being's ghastly appearance. It was wearing the signature Rhodes Island jacket and the same translucent coat he wore on his person back on reality. Even his mask and gloves are the same, making it even more disturbing. The only difference is the fact that he bore no legs, is floating, and has shadowy tendrils flailing lightly on his back. He was almost sure that he is seeing a ghost.

"Who…who or what are you?"

The ghastly creature who floated before him took off his own mask, revealing a pair of blaring red circles as eyes and a red line as a mouth in front of his empty hood, as if he wasn't creepy enough.

"Who I am? I am merely a shadow of my former self. One who refused to admit defeat even when he's nearing death's throes, and is now bound to the soul of another who has achieved his own brand of ultimate victory in death. It would be foolish to deny my envy towards you, to be able to achieve your goal through your own means."

The Joker grew perplexed at the way he introduced himself. But his explanations prompted Ren to ask a glaring question.

"Hold up. Are you telling me you are...?"

The ghostly doctor laughed mirthlessly before responding.

"Yes. I am the original inhabitant of the body we both now share. You might be wondering how your benefactor managed to perform such a mistake, or how I even know of the fact that you have a benefactor in the first place."

"And you're not going to tell me how."

"Yes. Such information is never meant to divulged to each other for the time being. Know only now that your benefactor, in the most casual way of expression, messed up. I doubt he would care anyway if he committed such a foolish mistake."

Well damn. Ren didn't know how to react to the surge of information he had received from the man before him. For one, He is unaware of what mistake Philemon committed when he was tasked in making sure his body is still alive and working in the first place. Though, judging by the way he spoke regarding himself, he didn't expect person's soul to resemble a Shadow, but not unlike any Shadow he met. While most Shadows represent a personality much like Personas and are inspired by myths or any concept known to man such as philosophy and psychology, the Shadow before him is very much more human-like, with his very own color of personalities within him, even if his somewhat monotonously cold voice isn't helping much.

What is obvious however is that he has to live with this man floating around in his soul along with his Personas now. He doesn't even know if he had preemptively earned a few Personas from his interactions with his Operators, since he hears nothing. For now, more questioning, especially when he wanted to point something out.

"Okay, for starters. I don't understand why you say that my benefactor did a mistake when my job is to keep your body up and running while you're stuck being an amnesiac."

"Your benefactor's mistake was assuming the amnesia was thorough, or that it would render me useless. If he assumed so, then he has clearly underestimated my persistence. I have come too far to let mere memory loss hinder me from my goals."

Ren had no idea what his goals are, but if his amnesia is partial, then it's a very good thing. "Well, in either case,why are you here?"

"Did you not remember of my words, of the reminder that we shall soon converse once more? I appear before you now with the intention of introducing myself before you, the newest player in this game. One that so happens to have appeared on my side of the board. I do not intend to be vague with you regarding that."

"And how vague can you even go?" Ren's eyebrow twitched.

"To the point that the phrase I do not comprehend will end up being your catch phrase as well if I choose to do so. But I do not want to risk overriding your other beneficial qualities with something that is ultimately useless and redundant. I have no intention of being vague as well, regardless."

As much as Ren is greatly annoyed by the Shadow Doctor's speech mannerisms, at least he's amicable enough to limit himself when conversing with him. He is still annoying regardless to speak with, and this line of conversation usually has more on the table.

"There's more to this conversation, is there?"

The Shadow Doctor let out a grunt of approval.

"Dobermann was right when she spoke of your perception. She is also correct in regards to her claims of people's reservations against me. Allow me to inform you that my way of command is… reprehensible, far different that your own."

"Reprehensible. What do you mean?"

The Shadow Doctor let out a ghastly sigh despite lacking a mouth, staring at Ren with his red orbs of sight.

"You've seen how this world operates, how cruel the people treats their own kind when afflicted with a common disease that may very well affect themselves. I have participated in many wars due to the damned Oripathy, a past that I will not recount for you this early in the game. In this game, it all ends in death for the loser, and it doesn't matter what you do in order to achieve victory. Many lives I have sacrificed for the sake of this victory, and people grew to dislike me, perhaps aspire to kill me because of it. What you or they think of how I lead is irrelevant, however. Such is the choice I took when I took up the mantle of a commander. I will sacrifice as many lives as I need to achieve my ultimate goal to change this world. I have no doubt that you have some disdain for me now because of my story as well."

And he would be right. Ren is clearly having some disdain for him right now because of how easily he discards the lives of others. But whatever disdain he had for the Shadow Doctor was ultimately replaced by pity considering that his goals weren't even malicious in the slightest. Rather, it aligned with his own goals of rebellion, to change this world for the better and herald true freedom for the Infected. As the specter before him spoke monotonously, he can feel how grim his speech was. In order to achieve his goal, he was forced to expend others for his own gains on the battlefield, eventually twisting his own mentality due to getting so hung up on his goal to cure Oripathy. He may have a Jail if he was still alive, but now he's dead, except…

"If you are technically dead. How are you still here?"

The specter chuckled at his question out of amusement before speaking.

"You sorely underestimate humanity's determination, Ren Amamiya. The flesh may fail, but the soul may live on, especially for those who refuse to even submit to the comfort of death itself. Even if I were to die, I would condemn that damned lynx for even putting me in that confounded coffin and haunt her very being in the very form I show before you now. To think she would distrust me so much to even lock me in that Sarcophagus for who knows how long. I desperately clung to my own dead body as my soul deteriorated in its necrotic state. I suppose I should call it a blessing that your soul has come to inhabit this body of mine. Whatever remnants of my souls eventually coalesced into nothing more than a mere Shadow that now resides within you."

There was a certain glimmer of heated fury within his cold tone as he mentioned how he was practically sentenced to death, in which Ren can somewhat relate to, being betrayed by someone he trusted. Though, whether the Shadow Doctor trusted this so-called lynx or no before his imprisonment is unknown, and he isn't about to inquire about it now even if the answer is obvious. The ghastly figure drifted to the bookshelf, grabbing a blank book as he continued to speak.

"And as we are now bound to each other like pages in this book, it would prove to work in our benefits to be associates, no?"

"Our benefit? What's in it for you and me?" Ren inquired as he lifted an eyebrow as he sat on his lightly rigid bed, and the Shadow Doctor laughed lightly as he placed the book back on the shelf.

"Seeking clarification, are you? Know that I am far more cognizant of the pieces on our side of the board far better than you, including the very board we stand in, and the very Oripathy that has become our main cause of conflict with our opponents, those Reunion rebels. You on the other hand are my polar opposite on command and interpersonal matters, capable of inspiring your allies even when you are close to defeat without the need for treating them like expendables, and foster relationships with others without fear of sowing discord. You are also far more capable in combat much more than I do. Combine that with your Arts and your notable intellect, and your value alone rivals 2 or 3 Queens. I too will add my own presence to your roster, and I assure you that my presence will prove invaluable in this game of ours. Do we have an agreement?"

The specter stretched his hand out to him, donning his mask once more as he gave Ren the question he hadn't heard in such a long time. Ren sunk into thought as he gauged the fine prints of this deal. The Shadow Doctor is pretty much looking like the other side of him in this two-sided coin, yet at the same time, he feels a lot of commonality with him. He uses others for his own gains, yet he cares for the people linked to him as much as he does. He is just as defiant as him as well, seeing as he technically defied Death himself, and has suffered his own brand of betrayal like he did. His knowledge on Terra and Oripathy alone is a huge boon as well. The Trickster can't help but feel that he's just being used though.

Then again, he may as well use him as well for his own gains too. It's only fair, right?

"Deal."

The Trickster shook the specter's gloved hand with his own. It was then that a familiar voice rang around them.

"I am thou, thou art I."

"Thou hast awakened to a new bond."

"It shall become the second wind that floweth on the wings of rebellion."

"With the birth of the Jester Arcana, you have obtained the fires of grace that shall lead to freedom and new power…"

And a familiar set of words as well. Different words, but same structure. Checks out.

"Lavenza…" Ren quietly muttered. The specter instead chose to laugh.

"The Jester Arcana. Ignorance and suppressed freedom. An incompatibility with others. Hahahaha… The complete opposite of a Fool that embodies the very being you are. Both with limitless possibilities, yet with opposite upbringings. How fitting."

Ren looked at the specter in a scrutinizing fashion as he wondered how he managed to hear Lavenza as well. Then again, they both share the same soul now, so it may be plausible.

"So, what happens now?"

"You are to continue with your rest. Your battle against the enemy King has exhausted you greatly, especially considering your exuberant awakening to your summoning Arts. It has been 5 minutes since then and 20 minutes after spent in slumber. Your energies have mostly recovered, though I personally recommend that you sleep for 10 more minutes for a full recovery to your physical and mental state. Even then, fighting another person after such a rest would be the epitome of foolishness."

"Well hell. Guess you are a Doctor for a reason."

"How little you expect of me. I will admit that my life schedule back in the living is less than desirable, unfitting for a Doctor, however. Dobermann has testified much, and it would be pleasing to know that you will revitalize my body for me."

"Our body. Do remember that."

The specter snorted as Ren laid down on the bed, covering himself with his white blanket.

"You know what? How should I call you? We both know calling you by name would never work."

"I am but a Shadow of my former self, now bound to your soul and nothing more. That alone should provide you with proper information."

"Hum. Shadow then."

"Indeed. And know that I will never be a memory…Joker."

The ghastly figure before him, now known as Shadow to Ren, faded from the Trickster's view in his laughter. Now on his lonesome, Ren closed his eyes within his dream, and fell fast asleep, hoping to awaken in the real world this time.

Ah, yes. When was the last time he got called by that code name?

- Take Your Time -

"Urgh…"

"Doctor? Ah! Doctor!"

Amiya exclaimed with great relief as Ren slowly but surely opened his eyes. The other Operators that stood guard nearby in their recently occupied blockade practically jumped and rushed over to him, greatly worried for the person that had practically sacrificed his life for them and came back from hell's jaws alive.

"Urgh …5 more minutes…"

"Muuu… Doctor! Wake up!"

Such a response prompted Amiya to pinch Ren's cheeks which were unprotected by his mask. The mask has been mostly cleaned by an Operator's drinking water, along with his face. Only now were they able to see the Doctor's face. A youthful, attractive look, adorned with grayish black eyes and a frizzy wad of black hair on his head that looked quite unkempt. Many Operators were curious on how the Doctor looked considering that he never showed his face to anyone, especially the run-of-the-mill female Operators who paid extra attention because of how handsome he is. There was so many onlookers that Amiya was forced to ward them off by putting his mask back on, much to the disappointment of the masses. The masses themselves had a light chortle from how comedic the sight before them was.

As for Ren, being pinched on the cheeks was enough to snap him awake, much to his annoyance. Even more so when he realized that he saw that his mask is back on. All annoyance melted away once he saw Amiya, pouting at him from above. Also, why is his headrest so comfy? Was he sleeping on her legs? Either way, the Trickster whined in pain until his assistant stopped pinching him.

"OK, OK! I'm up! Goddammit, Amiya."

"Mou… Stop fooling around then, Doctor! Everyone's been worried about you! We thought you wouldn't make it out of there!"

Amiya admonished Ren with a firm stare, and Ren can see where she's going with this. Everyone was staring at him with relief and worry over his condition. To be fair, according to Shadow, he passed out for a solid half hour, and he was almost split in half with a fire sword. The Good Doctor turned his head around to address the Operators present.

"Well, sorry for worrying you all. I know what you are all thinking, but you know what? What matters is that I'm not dead, I'm still moving, back in tip top shape, and Reunion won't be chasing our asses from behind anymore. I'm certain that I passed out earlier, so what the hell happened during that time? What's the situation?"

A Defender operator stepped in to give an answer.

"When you arrived at our location, we were just about ready to strike a poorly defended Reunion outpost, Doctor. You pretty much gave us a panic attack, seeing as you pretty much fell down on your knees. We can't really abandon you like this, so Amiya and Team E1 stayed behind while we stormed the outpost. We set up camp afterward to catch a break, as well as waiting for your awakening. You looked like you took quite a beating, Doctor."

"No shit. All I managed to do to Talulah was land a few lucky hits. She's one tough cookie, that's certain."

"Spoken with such casual certainty… Why is he so fearless?! It makes him look even more cool!"

Ren didn't miss that Caster's exclamation, along with the nods of her friends. He peered up at Amiya who looked away from him, and slowly rose up into a sitting position beside her with one leg up and one leg stretched out. Safe to say, he took off his mask and looked at it.

It barely had any dry blood on it.

"Amiya, what's up with her reaction? Why did she look as if she just met a magazine model?"

Amiya, under the Doctor's demanding stare, fidgeted with her fingers before answering.

"Uhm… You see, Doctor, this is because you've never really shown us your face in the past, even before your recovery in the Sarcophagus. Because your face and mask looked so dirty with all the dried blood, we took the time to clean it and you up. We never really knew why you chose to hide your face, so maybe you can tell us now?"

"Amiya's got a point, Doctor. If looks can kill, you'd pretty much have Reunion's female leaders under your thumb now! Why hide it away?" Chimed a Vanguard Operator.

"Is it because you're shy? If so, we perfectly understand! Good looks can be a blessing and a curse!" Swung in a Sniper Operator, with a face loaded with quirky understanding.

While every no-name Operator and Amiya stared at him in curiosity and anticipation over his response, a certain voice has been parading him with morbid laughter. Ren decided to use the lull in question to issue a shrewd line of questioning for the newest inhabitant of his soul.

'How does it feel to have a contingency torn away from you by your own subordinates, which was originally torn away by your own hand? I have to congratulate you on providing me with amusement that is fitting of your moniker, Joker. It has been a while since I laughed.'

'Your shitty brand of amusement aside, why the hell did you hide your face in that fucking mask?! I see no damn point in doing so in my opinion!'

The chilling cackle of Shadow soon ceded away, and was replaced with a creepy smile.

'As I said before, it is but a contingency. I too share your level of charm, and I do not intend to have my pawns suffer an impairment to their efficiency in battle because of how I look. Even if it serves as a good source of motivation, leaving it be will garner too much attention for me. For you, however, I doubt you will have any issues with this minor problem, for it is no longer my concern.'

'You are such an asshole, you know that?'

'You can kindly blame the past wars for molding me like so. Now answer the questions of your people, before they dare to make even more false assumptions. I leave it in your meticulous hands.'

The shade of the old Doctor faded away from the forefront of Ren's mind, leaving the new Doctor to his fate much to his sheer annoyance. Even with the moments passing, everyone still stared at Doctor for his answer. He had to give them props for such high focus.

"You might be wondering if why I was so silent earlier. Well, I… actually forgot why I put the mask in the first place. But think of it like this. We're currently in a warzone, and there's a chance that the girls here would be distracted by my hellishly good looks like some crappy show with the war and comedy genres. We all don't want that now, now would we?"

Everyone proceeded to laugh and chuckle lightly over Ren's lighthearted answer. To them, it was quite a dumb answer, but it was good enough to soothe their doubts. Ren too laughed with them as well, and he can feel Arsene chuckling alongside him with Shadow letting out a grunt of approval. Regardless, he continued.

"Anyway, this mask has proven itself to be a pain in the ass now, so I'll wear it far less from now on. Sound good, ladies and gentlemen?"

"Sounds good, Doctor. Just don't capitalize on your good looks now. Wouldn't want you swooping all the girls on Rhodes, after all!"

"Yeah! Spare us less blessed folks!"

Such reactions sent even louder chortles among the no-name Operators. Amiya too laughed with them, happy that Ren is willing to connect with everyone more, far from the cold behavior he displayed back then. As for Ren, he was sharing his laughs alongside his friends and allies. Everyone knows he's handsome, and he knows he's handsome. What really threw people off the loop is that the thought of marriage never really crossed his mind, not that he'd voice his thoughts aloud. He just prefers to live his life in peace, tending to his café and seeing the smiles of his customers and friends.

That, and he wanted to spite everyone and anyone who dared to pair him with anyone in Japan or Earth. Petty reason, he knew, but it makes for a hilarious turnabout. He wasn't sure if he should keep the dumb spite for shippers still.

Eh, what the hell. New world, new life. May as well see what this borderline anime world has in their selection. Amiya, Dobermann, and Nearl are out of the question for a plethora of reasons, that's certain.

"Youth, strictness, and chivalry are frail reasoning for avoiding the opposite sex. I am not so decadent as to discard my morals, however, so it shall suffice. Spite me all you wish, for it will be fruitless and a waste of your time."

...Damn that Shadow. He really needs to know when to rear his tendril-loaded head. Anyway, he can see Dobermann, Ace, and Nearl approaching.

"Guys, you should go back to your posts. Dobermann finds out about you lot loitering around and she's gonna whip your asses to next week."

The mere mention of Dobermann, especially since they can see her walking towards them was enough to send them running away from the site, as if they're trying to escape someone's wrath. Before long, the aforementioned people arrive, seeing their Doctor live and well.

"I see you've fully recovered, Doctor Ren. Did you get a good rest? Well, I shouldn't be surprised. When we found you, you were smirking in your sleep." Dobermann addressed Ren with an amused smile. Wait…

"I was smirking?" Ren asked with a rather perky expression.

"Yep. Had a real triumphant look on your face back there. Feeling good after beating Talulah back there, Doctor?" Ace shared the same amused expression as the instructor.

"If anything, I feel like shit. For the first time in my life, I regret not having shades so I can be like those movie guys that walk away from explosions."

"Hahaha! It's amazing how carefree you are right now, Doctor. Don't you think you're making light of things a bit too much?"

"Probably. But isn't life meant to be enjoyed, no matter how dangerous it is?"

Ace laughed at Ren's honest reply. Oh, if only he knew how much shit he had to deal with back on Earth. Nearl too shared in the chortles as she spoke up.

"While I am not aversive to sharing tender moments like this, your current state is still a cause of worry. Even if the Medics have healed your wounds, the same cannot be said for your mental state. Are you still feeling tired? What of the voices?"

A question like that means he has to check his mind and for his Personas, and he heard nothing. Not even Shadow deemed it fit to speak.

Then again, only a fool would expose the "symptoms" of his power. Not when they're still running for their asses. Time to lie in front of a paladin!

"I'm not hearing any voices currently and I'm all freshened up, so I am all good. Don't worry."

Nearl let out a breath of relief before staring at the Doctor firmly.

"That is relieving, Doctor. But you must inform us immediately should they return. We'll do our best to help you."

"Appreciate it, Nearl. Anyway…"

Ren turned to face Dobermann. Before he began to speak however, the instructor beat him to the punch.

"In case you're wondering, this is the last outpost we have to break through before we reach the exit. After that, we can finally rest easy."

"I didn't even ask the question yet."

"You've asked that question so much that at this point, it's obvious."

"…Touche."

Amiya was chuckling over Dobermann and Ren's exchange of words. After a bit, she spoke up.

"Doctor? Should we go towards the exit? Everyone has earned enough rest."

Donning his mask once more, because why the hell not, Ren turned to Amiya.

"Yeah. Let's head out. Everyone, give the teams a call."

The squad leaders, Dobermann, and Amiya nodded to his request and spread out, mobilizing all teams on the extraction crew. Ren opted to stand up and stretch his arms to bring himself more into the activity. Soon they'll be free of this Originium infested hellhole, and nobody will be able to stop!

But then, a morbidly prophetic question echoed in the Trickster's head, delivered in a signature chilling tone.

'Did you honestly believe that your war of escapism will end so soon?'

- Take Your Time -

'How. Just…how the fuck?'

Oh, he really wanted to delete Shadow from his mind now, futile as it is.

Even more so when his earlier words carried implications that he knew they were waiting for them.

And by "they", he meant the army of horned men wielding katanas, massive swords, nailed clubs, and big crossbows, led by a silverhead girl holding a detonator. Also, why does almost every enemy he met so far feel the need to cover their faces, club men excluded?!

'How? You are not the only human who carries an ability innate to their soul. Much like your Third Eye, I carry an ability attuned to perception. It allows me to see everything as if I'm a bird's eye up in the sky. You may call it however you wish, but such an ability has aided me in the position of incoming enemies and their routes, as well as those stationary if they are close enough.'

'If you had such an ability before, why didn't you warn me in the first place?!'

'Seeing as we share similar abilities, sharing about it is pointless. Now you have one last hurdle to leap over, by dispatching this horde of unruly mercenaries.'

So they are mercenaries. Ren had to do a double take mainly because of that fact. If Reunion alone has a staggering amount of numbers based on their encounter with Talulah in the first place, why the hell would they need mercs in the first place? Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they're just as expendable as Reunion's low-level mooks. Mercenaries would be easier to use as scapegoats by their hands as well, which is just distasteful. Ren assumed that Shadow would treat them the same way as well.

'Still, to think that she alone would be able to gather this many mercenaries under her banner. She has grown.'

Such an offhand comment demands further explanation, in which Ren delightfully pressed for.

'You sound as if you know that silver haired young woman. Who's she?'

'You will soon see for yourself.'

And with that cold foreshadowing, pun unintended, Shadow receded from Ren's forefront. It was really irritating how the spectral "Persona" can just casually withhold information from him just like that. All he has to go on from his words is that he'll know of the mercenary leader soon enough. Holding onto that thought, he faced the forces before him, relaxing his limbs, for another battle may soon be upon them.

"Well now. Dobermann, please tell me you have the comms back up. Things may get a bit hairy here."

"It's already fixed, and I've already called the O.P.D over. But we can't get to the recon team still!"

Dobermann clicked her tongue in frustration. Something must have happened to recon if they haven't responded up to this point. Ren readied himself for the worst, laying eyes upon the silverheaded young woman. A pair of horns on the side of her head, and a way thinner pair on her front. Gray sweater, black skirt with red rims, dark leggings, and a pair of black sneakers. He didn't miss the launcher and assault rifle behind her. Forget hairy. This woman isn't gonna fuck around, and not in a good way either. Did he forget to mention that she's smiling over the whole deal?

"Well, now. You lot are quite the lively party. Did you really think you can stroll out of Chernobog this easily?"

"After seeing YOUR party? Let's just say, not anymore. Who the hell are you?"

Ren's reply only made the woman chuckle, in which Amiya grew irritated. Funnily enough, Ren seemed nonplussed by her behavior.

"Answer Doctor's question! Who are you?"

"Listen. I don't really care if you don't know about me. But, I know all about that person right there. Though, with him acting like that, I doubt he remembers me. Boo-hoo~"

The woman pointed towards Ren, making every other Rhodes personnel raise their guard. Ren in the meantime just kept his cool.

"Oh, I am so flattered that someone so charming remembers me. As much as I want to catch up, it's obvious we both don't have the time. Talulah sent you here, did you?"

"Yep. But you know what? Getting all the way here for some overtime work really doesn't fly with me. If I were to be honest, I don't really care what that dragon woman has on her head. But then something crossed my mind, and suddenly this feels worth it. Can you guess what?" The woman lightly frowned. She looked as if she'd rather be anywhere else.

"Is…is it the Doctor?" Amiya carefully answered.

"Nailed the head, bunny girl. But, I also came with another person in mind. Before that, however, why don't we just roll with the simple round of introductions? You can call me W."

The woman made a mock bow as she introduced herself. W. Just W. 23rd letter of the alphabet. At that point, Ren was damn certain her name is just a code name. After all, what kind of person would reveal their actual names to their enemies? Plus, having a single letter as your real is just so bad. Introductions aside, W continued on.

"Now, I've waited so long to finally meet that masked man, but I suppose that can wait. You have someone else that also piqued my interest. Have you ever heard of the Demon Lord of Rhodes Island? I heard he managed to teach that crazy runt a much needed lesson. Mephisto, was it? I've also heard that he somehow managed to get away from Talulah's clutches, and blew a big part of Chernobog up when he escaped her grasp. She never really told me what he looked like, but what he did alone really caught my interest, so I'll really appreciate it if you can just hand him over to me. Call it a proof of cooperation between us."

Such a response shook Rhodes Island to the core. Because of what they've seen and heard so far, it's pretty obvious who the hell W was referring to, pushing all of them into high alert. The so-called Demon Lord in question, unbeknownst to W went silent over her request, trembling lightly, and that added to the intensity of the situation. The mercenary grinned, knowing that she has rattled them, and chose to change the subject.

"Heh, seems I struck some nerves~. Well, if you don't want to cough the Lord up, why don't you let me have a bit of a one-on-one with Doctor Ren alone then? I have something on me that may interest him~." W offered with a sly grin as she stepped forward.

"You are wasting your-"

"…Haha…"

"…Doctor Ren?"

Dobermann turned to face the Doctor, who continued to quietly laugh while trembling. Everyone, Rhodes and mercenaries, also looked at Ren. His trembling soon stopped.

"…It's fine. I'm all good. I'll handle her from here." Ren calmly spoke, earning a smirk from W and a look of worry from Amiya and Ace.

"Doctor, are you sure about this?"

"For all I know, this woman may have a trap up in a store. Maybe you should bring someone with you, Doctor."

"Again, I'll be fine. If she tries anything funny, I'll be getting the last laugh. Besides, you've seen what I've done. I can defend myself."

Such an argument forced the two to nod reluctantly, and Ren turned to walk towards W. The mercenary herself was quite surprised and pleased to see the man she wanted to see personally agreeing to talk to her. She also has to note his drastic change in behavior. Compared to his cold distant attitude of the past, he seemed far more casual and compassionate for other people now with an air of confidence surrounding him. Quite…unlike him.

By the way, W had to note the fact that Doctor doesn't have his hood on, so now she can properly see his black frizzy hair since he never showed his look to anyone as far as she can remember. And god, he needs to fix it fast. And the surprises don't end there. The first thing he did once he got close to her was pulling out a sheathed knife from his coat and taking off his mask. Next thing she knew, the blade of his knife was pointed towards her cheek and their faces close to each other, alerting the mercenaries who is seeing the person before them seemingly threatening their leader.

"Listen. I don't trust these mercenaries to do nothing while you and me have our alone time, so I suggest you tell your boys to stay put. Since I don't want to do anything to this cute face of yours, if these horned men even thought of trying something to my friends, I'm going to personally kill every single one of your pack. Do you understand me?"

"…Sure, if that's what you want. So needy."

"Good."

With his silently delivered threat heeded, Ren retracted away from W's comfort zone, who was left breathless as she took in a breath to calm himself down. She then gave out a command.

"Boys, don't do anything to these blockheads while I'm gone with this man, understand? Whoever goes out of line won't get their pay, or worse."

"Rhodes. I expect the same out of you guys. Don't lay a finger on them until I come back. I may be out for a while."

Both sides nodded and saluted to their leaders' orders, and the two proceeded to walk away from the area, with the mercenary in front and doctor in back. Murmurs began to rise as soon as they left the premises, both from Rhodes and the mercenaries.

"Did you see how he swiftly took out that knife? I'm no good at lip reading, but I think he just threatened her!" Whispered a Sarkaz Swordsman.

"No shit, dumbass! That knife there barely scraped her cheek! Can't believe he actually had guts to threaten W like that!" Exclaimed a Greatswordsman.

"Don't know 'bout y'all, but I see her blushing for a second moment he took off that face mask." Chimed in a Junkman.

"Fo sho? Ya think she got shook by his face? Kid's quite a looker, I dare say. Plus, W's on that age to find herself a guy!" Swung in another Swordsman.

"We're still gonna kick their asses once they come back, right?" Murmured a Sarkaz Lancer.

Well, looks like the mercenaries have their time covered by gossiping. Rhodes Island also have their hands full with the gossips and murmurs, mostly revolving on worry for the Doctor, how cool the Doctor is, the mercenaries that they may have to fight against, and what the hell the Doctor talked about with the so-called W. Dobermann found herself sighing at how easily they can ignore the situation and the danger right before them.

Well…most of them at least.

"Haha. Cut them some slack, Dobermann. I looked at the Sarkaz forces, and seems to me they're doing their own brand of gossiping. We don't have to worry about them for a long time."

Dobermann turned her head to find Ace standing next to her while she sat on a piece of rubble. That did little to lower her guard, however.

"I know, Ace. Still, that doesn't excuse us for not being wary of those Sarkaz mercenaries. Our history has shown that they are formidable foes, even before the founding of Rhodes Island due to their experience in the old wars. One wrong move and we will have a bloodbath."

"Our men are no pushovers, Dobermann. We have you and the other instructors to thank for that. Also Doctor has already proven how capable he is in a fight many times. I have no doubt that no blood will be spilled between us with him around."

"You trust the Doctor far too much, Ace." Dobermann pointed out in deadpan fashion.

"Maybe I am. But can you blame me? He saved our asses numerous times!"

The baritone chuckle of the veteran Defender accompanied the instructor's murky thoughts that moment. Amiya and Nearl in the meantime looked upon an alleyway that both W and Ren walked into. Amiya in particular is filled with worry.

"Are you worried for the Doctor, Amiya?"

"Yes. Doctor has grown a tendency to overexert himself too hard as of late. I fear something might happen that will force him to work too hard again."

Nearl let out a mild sigh before placing a hand on Amiya's shoulder. Amiya turned to face the Radiant Knight curiously.

"Miss Nearl?"

"Amiya, it is in these times where our faith in those who we believe in is tested. I never thought a day would come when I would place my faith upon someone who entitled himself as a Demon Lord, but the Light of Kazimierz grants its blessings to everyone without equal. Such is why I am certain that the Light will accompany the Doctor's darkness. You must believe in him as well, Amiya. You are his most stalwart ally and friend, after all."

"Hmm. You're right, Miss Nearl. Thanks for reminding me."

"Don't mention it."

With her resolve renewed, Amiya looked at the alleyway with a look of trust, placing her faith in Ren's well-being. She's certain that Ren will be alright, dealing with W. Still, she can't shake the fact that she has seen the mercenary before. But, when?

- Take Your Time -

One thing is certain for W that day. Doctor Ren had a very good reason for hiding his face under that mask. But her opinion on his looks far outweighs her current thoughts.

'Really getting quite bold there, Doctor Ren. Far from how you usually act.'

Truth be told, W had grown suspicious the moment he questioned who she was. The fact that he casually just took off his mask right before her and outright threatened to kill her men just enforced it. Sure he is but a cold, almost heartless man as far as she remembered him, but she's certain that outright threats against his enemies is not within him. He would rather deal with them with a calculating stare akin to a machine, and wipe them out with all resources available. This kind of behavior is so unlike him, that she is inclined to believe that he is someone else. Add that to the fact that he doesn't remember her, and she's almost certain that Doctor Ren has amnesia.

'But do you really have it though? Would be a shame if you did. Our talk will end up having nothing.'

W turned her head to face the Doctor who walked beside him. Gray eyes staring forward, an air of indifference around him, and a hardened look. The look of someone who has seen a lot in his life. It was the first time that W ever took a look on Doctor Ren's face. Even if he looked young, his expressions gave the impression of someone who is way older. Tired, with stains of blood on his face.

Now that she thought about it, how did he get those blood stains? It's all over him.

"Hey, Doctor, what's up with the blood stains on your face and clothes? They don't really suit you."

"That alone is for you to guess. I don't see anything worth telling you how I got this." The Doctor spoke nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at W.

"So cold~. Oh well, fine by me."

The mercenary shrugged at his response, while Ren let out a snooze, hands in his coat pockets. How he responded felt more natural compared to his earlier responses. Though, in the past, they never really interacted much. She was far more invested on another person. A person both of them once served, and now some random within Rhodes Island is claiming her title for who knows what and why. That aside, for now she has to handle her suspicions regarding Doctor, whether it's really him and he lost his memories, or it's just a poser claiming as him.

Before long, they arrived at a suitable private meeting ground. A circular plaza that suffered far less damage compared to the rest of Chernobog's central area. Even the fountain in the middle is still working, weakly sprouting water from the pipes. The Doctor approached the fountain, sitting by the edge while W opted to remain standing.

"You're not going to sit?"

"Nope. Just sitting next to you makes me uncomfortable."

"You wound me. Then again, I doubt you're dragging me all way here on my lonesome just so we can get down and dirty."

"Heh. If only we met under better circumstances and your very presence doesn't tip me off. I'd give you a thumbs down regardless." W snickered, not missing his attempt of a dirty joke. Another deviation from Doctor Ren's usual behavior. How much is for her to find out.

"Ouch. Well, anyway, since I'm burning daylight and I really want to go back to my nice warm bed back at Rhodes, spill the beans. You said you have some juicy info for me." Ren replied with an inquisitive stare. A stare that W was all too happy to oblige.

"Well, let me tell you something then. Right before we met your lot, we encountered a bunch of people just like yours. Bit stiff, wore the same coats and all that."

Ren's stare narrowed at their mention, and W's grin widened as she continued.

"You know, even if they're a rigid bunch, they're quite smooth on the move, being able to elude the Ursus guards like that. That didn't stop me from bumping into them though~"

"…You killed them all, didn't you?" Ren grimly questioned. His reaction was so priceless, especially since she can see it clearly now!

"Ooh~. Getting straight to the point and getting it right as well! You're right, Doc-tor Ren. It's actually quite funny how it went. Their leader was so out of his funk, he pretty much let me and my buddies kill him. He must really be sick of living, or maybe he's sick of the thought of being under your thumb again. If it's the latter cause, this is technically your fault to begin with, you know? Or are they nothing more than your usual expendables?"

W was enjoying this all too much, seeing the Doctor enter silent mode because of the information she revealed before him. He was staring intently into the ground, as if wondering what or why the hell this happened. Her hand is on her hip, and she smiled widely.

'Hehe, I wonder what's rumbling in your mind, "Doctor" Ren. Despair? Anger? Pain? Or are you still indifferent to all this? Whatever is going on is nothing compared to what I've gone through. Do you remember, or did you forget those times? Or, has someone else taken over you, like she has?'

What W didn't know however, was that someone else is reacting to the information as well, and Ren himself is chastising that very person mentally.

'So, do you have anything to say in regards to this so called "assisted suicide", Shadow? I know you chose to act like this, but to actually drive someone into this is impermissible!'

The spectral remnant scoffed at the accusation thrown by the "other" him, assuming his cold tone.

'I see no reason why you should accuse me of such, Joker. I am aware of the ire garnered from my peers for my actions. But, as sacrificial as I am, I would prefer if my subordinates do not waste their lives so easily like what the recon team leader has done. He and his men would be much more useful should they survive. Thus it is a shame that they have discarded their own futures like so.'

'You are unbelievable, you know that?'

'A discussion that is ultimately pointless. What is more important, is the mercenary right in front of us. I remember W enough alone to know that she is one perceptive woman. You think she is speaking to you, but in reality, she hopes she speaks to me. One wrong move and we will lose a valuable asset to our journey. If worse comes to worst, she will think of me as dead when I am technically alive, deeming you an impostor and kill both of us. Sarkaz mercenaries like W are fond of taking risks for their own benefit, and this is one such game where a simple gamble will result in a win for her no matter what.'

Right as Shadow warned Ren, W continued to speak as she addressed the Trickster.

"You know, Doctor? Since you look like you're thinking so hard, let me ask you another question then for your troubles."

The usual smile on her faded, and was replaced with a scrutinizing frown as she uttered her next question.

"Who are you? Are you really the Doctor?"

'Hum. To the point, as I expected of a mercenary of her caliber.'

- Take Your Time -

As if the silence alone can't be long enough.

"What are you talking about?" Ren inquired as he seemingly snapped out of his stupor. The frown she had on him quickly shifted into a small smile.

"Oh, nothing~. You just seem so out of it that I figured I should add another question on top of the previous one. That makes it two questions you have to answer, Doc-tor~"

Despite her cheery smile, tone, and attitude, Ren can smell bullshit off of W from miles away. Long story short, Shadow is right, and W is on to them. If anything that Shadow spoke of regarding their situation holds any ground, if he so much as slips during the interrogation, there's a chance they'll be killed on the spot. And that alone is the worst case scenario. Best case scenario, she'll just lose interest in him and just leave, except she'll just pester Rhodes Island instead. Devolving this whole situation into a fight won't work in his favor as well since he just fought a large scale battle almost an hour ago. He'd be more prone to leaving himself open, and he certainly won't do well evading the grenades she has under her frilly skirt.

With that in mind, it's game plan time.

'At this point I'm starting to question if you have foresight.'

'Know that if I had that ability, I would have made use of it to far greater effect in the old wars. Unfortunately, I do not, so do not waste your time further for hypothetical drivel.'

'Whatever. Since YOU'RE the one she wants to talk to, this is also your responsibility to begin with, and it will determine YOUR fate as well. So I suggest you cooperate with me in getting out of this mess!

Shadow made a knowing grunt before replying to Ren's heated statement.

'A logical argument. To that end, as per our agreement, I shall assist you in this matter. Know first that her vague question leaves us no ground for our footing. Press her. Force her to ask in a more specific manner. The question of our identity is of far greater priority than what I think of the recon leader's death.'

'Good point.'

With that in mind, Ren turned to face W, who still kept quiet with that cheery smile of hers.

"What's wrong, Doctor Ren? Cat got your tongue? You're not really helping yourself by being silent, you know~?"

"W, was it? On the contrary, you're not helping yourself as well. How the hell am I supposed to answer such a vague question such as that? I am me, and no one else. Except I know you won't be satisfied with a half-assed answer like that. What do you think I'm having?"

Ren's nonplussed counter question planted an amused smirk on the mercenary's face.

"Well now. You're still as perceptive as ever, I see. And here I thought you lost all your memories. Alright then. How much do you remember then? I wonder if you really did forget about little ol' me. I'd be so heartbroken if you do~"

"How cute, but not helping."

And with that, Ren entered another bout of silence, closing his eyes, crossing his arms and looking greatly focused, looking as if trying to recall the memories in his mind. W can only stand as she watched the Doctor focusing his mind on remembering, her own thoughts meandering on her personal opinions regarding the current Doctor sitting before him. She has every right to be angry with him, with someone who is very much likely to be related to her death. A woman who she grew very attached to, a ruler who became pretty much a mother figure to her.

As for Ren himself, he was getting a long-winded lesson on a particular memory within Shadow.

'The Kazdel Civil War. That is where you got your Warlord status?"

'Indeed. A war at the desolate lands of the Sarkaz that sparked because an upstart regent chose to rebel against the royalists in power at the time. I do not remember why I was in Kazdel in the first place, but I know that I chose to enter that war out of reluctance. I loathed the conflicts nonetheless, for it is that damned civil war that had molded me into the cold visage you see before you now. A man turned machine. A war master who sought victory and nothing more. A man who had his peace torn away from his life as he watched lives stripped away from the lofty tower of Babel. The Kazdel Civil War is rife with mercenaries, making them the perfect choice of employment. They care only for the pay, and Sarkaz enjoy the prospect of glorious combat, making them the perfect soldiers and pawns in the chaotic chessboard that is Kazdel itself.'

'…Bloody hell. How fucked is Kazdel anyway?'

'If compared to where you originally came from, it is hell itself given form, where nightmares and abberations emerge and take names. History lesson aside, this should be an adequate answer for this lost child.'

Answer aside, the images he's getting off of Doctor's explanation of Kazdel is making him sweat. He had to wipe his forehead at the chaos going off in said images. That was also when he noticed W staring at him closely with a shit-eating grin on her face, as if she's enjoying his expressions. Ren of all people didn't seem amused by her antics, so he did what any tired person would do with a girl like her.

He put his hands out, pinched her cheeks, and spoke.

"What are you doing? You know it's rude to look at someone this close when they try to remember things."

"Haha, mercenaries like me never cared about those kinds of things. Do you remember anything yet, Doc-tor? And get your hands off my soft cheeks."

Ren let out a cold snooze as he let go of W, who rubbed her cheeks fearing they've gone red. The Doctor in the meantime uttered his reply.

"I remember…a desolate land, conflicts left and right. I was leading an army, and we scored victories left and right, many lives lost in chaos. Do you know anything about it?"

The same smile she had when Ren first met the mercenary returned to her expression as he heard of his "vague recollection".

"So, you actually remember those times. Very well done, Doctor Ren~. I'm not so keen on telling you all about back then. But, if you remember that much, you should be able to remember her then. The person we both used to serve."

"The person we both serve…"

Such a question would require another history lesson from Shadow once more, and Ren returned to consult him, yet…

'I…I feel nothing. I remember nothing.'

'What?'

The once cold and calm demeanor of the old Doctor has cracked, and mild frustration echoed from within him as the tendrils on his back flailed more intensely than usual.

'Impossible. The person I once served back then. I know her, yet I have recollection of her. Not even a single memory down to her name! How can such vital information elude me at this time?!'

The wraith-like remnant in his mind growled out the words as a shadowy aura emanated from him. Unlike Arsene, his aura is far colder, making his hairs stand on end if he ever manifested. The chills are enough to make him hold his forehead.

"Hey, Doctor? What's wrong? You're not having a fever, are you? If you do, that's none of my business, you know?"

"I…I remember nothing."

"Excuse me?" W lifted an eyebrow at Ren's quiet murmurs.

"I…can't remember who she is. This can't be possible. How can I remember the war, but not my employer?! This doesn't make sense!"

The mercenary simply watched as her old co-worker from years ago ruminated over the loss of that particularly important memory in frustration. W herself became quite disheartened at that fact. It seems that asking him of her Queen's fate will have to be put on hold due to that setback. However, she wasn't done with him yet.

"That's a shame. I was honestly banking on you remembering that part so bad, but I suppose you will soon remember when given the time. Anyhoo, why don't we move on from memory lane into main question number two?"

"And what would that be?"

"Why do you have all these burn marks on you?"

It was at that moment that the world around him seemingly stopped.

"These? I thought whoever reported back to you told you that Rhodes Island encountered Talulah. Having burn marks like this is to be expected, no?" Ren deftly replied, in which W chuckled.

"True, but I looked at your Rhodes Island buddies, you see? Out of everyone there, you're the only one who looked more burnt than the rest. Those elusive folks I told you about earlier? All their coats have a hood on them, and yours somehow just went poof. Add that to what Crownslayer has been telling me a while ago, what with that massive explosion, your combat skills and your Arts, and those bloodstains, and there can only be one conclusion, don't you agree?"

Ren can hear Shadow's echoes berating him for his so-called "act of honor" earlier, and he's tempted to agree with him on that. W got up close to him, wearing a frown on her face and spoke with a tone of accusation.

"You really got me good there, "Doctor". But too bad~. Who are you and what have you done with him? What gives you the right to usurp the title of Demon Lord so easily? I am oh-so interested."

- Take Your Time -

If Ren wanted to have any further thoughts, he was certain he is drenched in sweat now.

If anything is more certain, his cover has been officially blown out of the water, and now, he was certain that their lives will soon be forfeit via explosions. Admit defeat? Sure. Conceding? Out of the question. He's willing to draw out his defeat for as long as he needs. If possible, this near loss can be shifted into a victory for him.

"How can you be certain I'm not the person you seek?"

W let out a laugh as she looked at Ren with a piteous smile. He never liked that kind of look.

"Even when the cat's out of the bag, you're still not giving in? Man, you and Doctor have that in common at least. Let me tell you this, then. I've known the Doctor way longer than you do, way back during the war times. I've heard how you so easily beat back Crownslayer, how you caught the Sniper kid off-guard and thrashed that silverhead runt. And it's very hard for me to forget that large explosion that I heard you cause. Doctor Ren himself is not a fighter. Hell, I'm pretty sure he's quite the weakling. But then there's you, in Doctor's body doing all these crazy stunts and fights while unleashing a butt load of powerful Arts out of nowhere. Wouldn't you find it weird if your field commander decided to unleash his skills now of all times when he could have used it back in the wars? Don't even try giving me any dumb reason like how you "forgot how to use it" or "you feel it's unnecessary". At this point, your amnesia is no more than a lie. Whoever you are, you really should get out of his body, before I blow it up myself."

W was raising some very good points there, Ren had to admit. If Shadow had the power of Persona from the start, he would have used it to great effect, laying waste to the enemy and tearing them apart like flies. Hell, he was certain that Shadow would end up as a Wild Card as well with Philemon's blessing due to his Jester status. W has her detonator on hand, tossing it up and down absentmindedly with a frown. At that moment, Shadow piped up once more.

'Her reasoning is wholly sound. The power of your Arts would be a power I would gladly use to my own benefit. What irony it is to become a part of someone's power in the end. That is irrelevant, however, and we are close to a checkmate. Under these precarious conditions of your compromised state should you discover a way to overturn our situation on its head.'

'Then what the hell should I do then?!'

'No doubt she questions you under the assumption that I am dead. You must convince her that I still live within this body of mine. Only then will we elude defeat, and achieve another victory. You know what to do to pave your path, no? Show me that you are also capable with words as much as battle.'

With that spoken, the specter faded from his forefront once more. Ren closed his eyes in thought, contemplating on his next move to salvage the situation. He can hear the tapping of W's shoes as he ruminated on what to speak to save his own skin. Her patience is running thin. There's gotta be something he can do to provide solid proof that the Doctor is alive. But what?

'Trickster.'

Arsene echoed within his mind, and he deftly replied.

'Arsene?'

'Shall I appear before this demon before you to make a point?'

'What? No, I can handle this on my own.'

'If thou desirest to be stubborn, consider this then. Recall your hard fought battle against the serpent and her misled forces. Recall the actions that I have done to that fiend. Have you commanded this facet of power you hold to do those things, even the slightest proof of willing me into action?'

Ren quickly sifted his memories to his battle with Talulah. It is true that he had willed the actions that occurred before then, from the Eigaons and Swings. The only odd moment was when he saw Arsene grab hold of Talulah and hurled her aside, already incarnated. He didn't even have the time to properly incarnate him since he's too busy holding off Talulah. Yet… he can't figure out what Arsene is trying to say.

'Ascertain further then, to the time where you have caught the marksman off guard. You have seen that he has tried to shoot me down, when you are unaware that should he hit the mark, your powers over the Wild Card would be crippled temporarily along with pain delivered into your mind. Do you realize it now?'

That was news to him. The entire time that he fought back in Japan, he never had to worry about his Personas suffering any harm, unless he somehow forgot about them due to an enemy ailment spell. Which means that back then, Arsene had consciously faded away and reappeared on his own whim. Thank good... Wait…

'Arsene, you're actually capable of acting on your own?!'

Ren's heated question was met with laughter, after which the Pillager resumed to speak.

'You jest, Trickster. I am not only capable of acting by myself. Through the power of the World Arcana that you bear in your fractured soul and the blessing of the Progenitor combined, I have gained the power to become my very own being! I have borne witness to the other soul residing within this vessel. A cold wraith damned into the fires of hell when he has committed no sin. Allow the wraith to reclaim his aged body, and channel your consciousness into me. Surface, and proclaim mine form as thyself! Relish in the glory of deception that ye shall commit in the name of preservation!'

Well, now. Ren has to really give the World Arcana and Philemon some extra credit for granting Arsene the power of self-invocation, though he worries that the Pillager may incarnate himself on his own whim against his will at times. What kind of person would he be if he can't trust his true self though? He'll have to trust Arsene that he won't go out of line. It's a risky plan, not knowing if he can actually go back to Shadow's body once he goes inside, or if he is even capable of shifting his consciousness into Arsene, a literal facet of his inner rebel, but it's worth a shot.

'I have heard of the Thief's plan. An ingenious one with a worthy risk. Since this will require both our efforts, be certain that I will not settle for any mistake.'

And Shadow is also on board! Perfect. All the pieces are in place. Now all that he has to do is execute the plan Arsene concocted. The rest will be in the fog.

'I wonder how she'll react, seeing Arsene in first person.'

- Take Your Time –

"Haha…"

W who had turned to walking in circles while tossing her detonatorfor a solid minute looked at the man before him, an eyebrow lifted as she wondered why he's laughing. She was not amused in the slightest.

"Hey, you. What's with the laugh? Have you lost your marbles?"

The question was met with Ren standing up from the fountain, approaching her with an eerie smile.

"No. I'm just thinking. Are you really sure you want me to show my form before you?"

"Don't screw with me. Just get out of him now, or I'll blow you to pieces."

W's tone leaves no room for messing around. Ren can only smile as he uttered these words, hands spread wide, eyes closed.

"You'll never see it coming~"

It didn't take long for Ren's body to fall downward up front after he spoke those words. W carefully approached the body before her, turning it around before poking his face. The feeling of heat is still there, typical of a fresh body. An angered look was plastered on W's face as he looked at the Doctor's grinning visage.

"Damn you, Doctor. How could you kick the bucket when you still have much to do?! So many to explain!"

"Are you still so tied up with that attitude?"

The body immediately lit up with blue fire once the words were spoken, sending W into high alert. A pillar of flame erupted from the body before a creature emerged from the embers, a large winged beast wearing a top hat, bladed heels, red pants and corset, with large black wings behind him and a mask-like face staring at the mercenary. Who'd have thought that creatures of great power can look so classy? As he slowly shifted towards her side, she wasted no time firing a grenade from her launcher towards whatever thing she's looking at right now, and the creature swiftly avoided the grenade, the projectile exploding on the ground behind him.

"Calm now. Don't be so hasty. Before you jump at the literal gun again, why don't we have ourselves a round of introductions? I do not want to assume his name while I am like this, so let us go with another one. You may call me Joker."

W can feel her eyebrows twitch at how carefree he sounded and how swiftly he avoided her attack. Hearing one's description is one thing, but witnessing the described creature in person is another thing altogether. The reality of him parroting her introduction to Rhodes Island as well added insult to injury, and she was not going to take it lying down. She carefully aimed her launcher at the Joker, all too cautious of his plans.

"Alright. First of all, why did you choose to take over Doctor's body? You know what? Scratch that. What even are you?"

"What am I? Now that is a question I can't really answer. You see, in comparison to you demons, or Sarkaz depending on the common calling, you could say I am one of you. But then you look at my wings here, that share resemblances with an angel. So, all I can say is that it's really hard to explain what I really am. I for one, think that a Demon Lord is fitting enough to call what I am, don't you think?"

"You do not have the right to garner that title, nor will I allow you to desecrate it by parading it all over like a trophy, you hear me?" W growled her words out, her finger on the trigger.

"Nor do I have any intention of doing so. But I'm afraid it's too late for that. I may have convinced Rhodes Island to stop calling me that way, but Reunion may have latched onto calling me that and there's no stopping it at this point. Besides, I'm no fool to take that title for no reason."

"…What do you mean?" W lifted her eyebrow at his echoed voice, still wary of him. Ren, in the body of Arsene (He can't believe it actually worked!) began his answer.

"I do not know what the Demon Lord status meant to you, probably you held someone in high regard with that title, or perhaps that title can only be passed on with some rite I'm unaware of, and that I can respect. But let us put that title into my perspective. Such a lofty title should not be taken lightly, which is certain. The way I see it, demons value the possibility of freedom, the capability to live life to the fullest however they please. Based on what I've heard however, the land of your birthright, Kazdel, has been utterly thrashed by a civil war with an uncertain aftermath, and freedom at that point is pretty much a myth. You know what I think? A Demon Lord shouldn't just languish about in their hollow thrones barking orders with no substance. They should be compassionate and caring, to love their subjects and understand them, much like their mother or father. They must also be strong and strict, to dole out punishments to the upstarts and silence any naysayer that dares to speak against her rule. Lastly, they should not be afraid to extend their love and their vision of freedom to outsiders, to expand their rule and connect with the unknown. That is how I perceive how a Demon Lord must act and rule. The title I chose to bear is no more than a title compared to my calling, but I'm sure you can agree with some of my views. We may both be demons of our own right, but deep down, we're still human."

W stayed silent during the whole speech, listening to his whole rambling on what it means to be a Demon Lord. While his speech didn't ultimately address why he inhabited Doctor's body, he did address why he took up that mantle, even if it's just a title. And frankly, the way he talks about how a Demon Lord, or a Sarkaz King if going for accuracy, on how such a figure should act, specifically on compassion and care, reminded the mercenary back when she first met her. The Sarkaz King, Theresa. A prominent figure in the Civil War years ago.

The mercenary back then was no more than a survivor of Kazdel's chaos and war-torn bloodshed, who was given the name of W due to picking up the previous W's weapons and equipment. And with it, she trailed a pair of mercenaries, two Sarkaz she eventually grew fond of over the course of the war, albeit with a few slips here and there. A mission gone awry had led W's band of mercenaries into being rescued by Babel, an organization led by Theresa herself. She had felt that the Sarkaz King was a bit naïve, and even she knows that adjective doesn't really fit. But compassionate and caring was a complete definite. She was one of the very few, perhaps the only one who asked for her name, her actual name, unlike the codename given to her when she grabbed the mercenary equipment, and she grew attached to her due to her nature. Nameless Kazdelian Sarkaz are common enough in those chaotic lands, and she is but one of them. The creature calling himself Joker tried to strive for those qualities in a Sarkaz King, even stress about it, and she can't help but grudgingly agree to his long winded spiel. There's still a few holes he needs to patch up, however.

"Well, Joker. While I can agree with some of the crap you're spewing out, and since it's obvious you never really wanted that title in the first place, that doesn't explain why you went out and grabbed hold of Doctor Ren's body. I ain't letting you off the hook until you answer that."

The Joker let out a chuckle before answering again.

"Look. We both know how messed up this world is. The whole bullshit of the Infected, the oppressed masses, and a lot of other unjust things that I don't even want to know. I intend to change that. Change the whole deal on how the people view the Infected as a whole. Maybe somehow cure Oripathy while I'm at it. Maybe I'll tear Kazimierz and Kazdel a new one while I'm at it as well in this great rebellion. But only a fool would try going for such massive goals alone, no matter how strong you are, which is why I need help."

"And that is why he has sought me out, and has willing thrown himself into the fold as yet another asset. Another King on the chessboard."

The second voice prompted the mercenary to turn towards the source, ignoring the grinning mask of the Joker. Standing before her in the distance was the Doctor, approaching her with arms crossed behind his back, a cold stare aimed at the mystery. W was taken aback for the first time in forever, and spoke up accordingly.

"Doctor… You're alive!"

"Your first mistake is assuming my death in the beginning. It has been a long time since we have last met, mercenary W. Your expressions and line of questioning earlier imply that you demand something of me, something that I am currently incapable of giving."

"Earlier? Are you saying you've been watching our whole chat this entire time?!"

The cold stare of the Doctor did not fade as W frowned at him, unaware that the person she has been looking for has been watching her whole exchange with the Joker.

"I have. All the questions you have eloquently spoken out regarding my memory was answered by him under my dictation. He speaks of the truth and nothing short of reality. While I remember the time I spent in the Kazdel Civil War, I bear no recollection on who we once used to serve. Not even her name has remained in my memory, and I doubt the name alone would give the tiniest spark in my mental archive. Until I reclaim those memories, surrender the very thought of questioning me further, for it is a useless endeavor."

"As much of an asshole he is, you gotta relent this time, W. The amnesia is real, albeit quite partial."

The Sarkaz woman can only click her tongue at the Doctor and Joker's words. So the answers that the Joker has been feeding her, the answers she took at face value, were the actual truth? The mercenary had to curse mentally because of it. Her plans on finding out about Doctor's involvement in Theresa's death has suffered a big setback due to the amnesia being completely legit. In a short while, she closed her eyes took deep breaths to calm herself down. It's fine. It's all fine. What matters is that the Doctor isn't dead, and lost memories can still be reclaimed. In the short while she used to calm herself down, she can hear the words of Doctor and Joker in the background.

"Come, Joker. It is time you return to this body for the time being. Our journey is not yet finished."

"Right."

She opened her eyes to find that the winged creature with a top hat had disappeared. And the Doctor had his eyes closed with his arms spread wide. It didn't take long for him to open his eyes again, and she can no longer see the coldness in his eyes. Rather, it was warmer, and filled with relief.

"You…You're Joker, aren't you?"

"Yes. I did tell you that I can go in and out at will, didn't I? And I think we both know that he is not one to pass off so much power at his fingertips." Ren replied, finally relieved that he's back at his new body.

"True. Though, I don't see why he'd allow you to take the wheel when he can just stay on the driver's seat. Then again, you make use of his body far better than he does."

"All under full permit. However, this leaves us with one last thing to discuss. I assume you're fully convinced that the good ol' Doctor is still alive?"

"Hmm... Mostly convinced after seeing what you really are and the Doctor speaking right in front of me earlier. But really, I thought we ironed out all the nitty-gritties already. What do you want with little ol' me now?"

W's tired look was met with Ren's sharp stare as she stowed away her grenade launcher. He too was tired after pulling this whole charade, and the success is really pushing him to make sure his bullshit doesn't get out.

"You forget that you are the only person that has seen the truth of what I really am, and that makes you an accomplice. I'm sure you're eager to break the whole deal to Rhodes Island, but I suggest you don't. I don't have the energy to handle your bullshit right now."

"Relax, relax. I know I'm a bit jumpy, but us mercenaries have to keep a level of professionalism to keep the cash rolling. Though… If you want me to keep my lips shut, there's something you can pay me with~"

"You want to know what my power is all about." The grin he saw on W's face all proved it.

"Bingo. I don't really care if I can have that power of yours in the first place or not, but the fact that you managed to hold your own against Talulah alone makes the information on your power worth at least a box of those Originite Primes I see Reunion offload sometimes. What do you say, Joker? Not a bad deal, no? Don't worry, I won't spill your information to anyone. I know Doctor Ren is watching me as well."

Truth be told, Ren is still quite wary of trusting the woman before him. W is a perceptive and crafty one based solely on their interactions, not to mention that he has fed her a massive lie. If she manages to find out that he is entirely bluffing about his "existence", then he can forget about his rebellion and his life turning into an expired free trial. He'll have to keep watch on her whenever possible. Talking about the power of Persona right now in detail is impossible, so he'll need to delay the discussion on that subject for today.

Right now? He's going to have to bank on her so-called professionalism that comes with her occupation. Of course, he's going to need to throw in his own conditions as well.

"Only call me Joker when we're both completely alone like this, tell me all about what you see in Reunion whenever we meet on friendly terms from now on, and let me and Rhodes Island pass through in peace as well, and you've got ourselves a deal."

Ren extended his gloved right hand to W, in which she shook ever so casually with both sides smiling.

"You owe me a favor, and we have a deal. Pleasure doing business with you, Joker. I think we're going to get along just fine. Though, you do drive a hard bargain~"

"Likewise, as fellow free-spirited rebels. I like to make use of whatever's necessary to the fullest."

It was at that moment that a familiar voice rang in his head.

"I am thou, thou art I."

"Thou hast awakened to a new bond."

"It shall become the second wind that floweth on the wings of rebellion."

"With the rebirth of the Devil Arcana, you have obtained the fires of grace that shall lead to freedom and new power…"

And so came Lavenza with the signature words of awakening, signifying a new Social Link that had been born. Rebirth is entirely new to him. Was it because he had already forged a Social Link with that journalist back in Japan? Either way, he was brought out of his musings when W called out to him.

"Doctor~ Do you have anything else to say, or do you just want to release some pent-up stress?"

A question responded with a deadpan. "Nope. The others must be wondering about us right now. Afraid we won't be able to chat for longer."

"You know we can just chat away while we're heading back, right?"

"Fine, I'll humor you. Just don't even think of probing me on what my power is all about. I feel like total shit after what happened today. And you just made it shittier."

As they began to walk back, The King of Hearts made a fake pout towards the Joker's shrewd and straightforward reply.

"How mean~."

- Take Your Time -

It has already been 14 minutes ever since Doctor and W left to have their chat. And only now that they see the two back from the alley, the Doctor with his hands in his pockets and W tossing her detonator. Both of them look satisfied, however.

"Doctor!"

Amiya was the first to call to him, and Ren raised his hand up in response. The two leaders eventually split off, going to their own groups. Nearl was the second to address him.

"Welcome back, Doctor Ren. I assume you have reached an agreement with the Sarkaz mercenary?"

"Yes. A rather profitable one as well, I may say."

"Well, the outcome is still mystery to us, but perhaps it will be revealed to us soon."

And the outcome has indeed come. With both commanders taking front once more, W spoke up.

"Well, Rhodes Island. I have to say. Doctor Ren here knows how to strike quite the bargain. Us two have gotten ourselves quite a juicy deal. As per said deal, you can all go away, free of charge. Aren't I so gracious?"

Murmurs exploded within the ranks of the mercenaries over W's declaration. Everyone over at Rhodes opted to just stare at the Doctor, not hiding their surprise at all. Ace decided to break the silence with a question.

"Damn, Doctor. I know that your speech skills are top-notch. But how did you manage to convince her to let us go scot-free? Surely you had to pay a high price for this."

"I just needed to flex a few bits for her. That's all."

"Haha. Never really pegged you for a smooth talker, Doctor Ren." Oh, if only he knew.

One of the mercenaries however piped up in protest.

"W, are you sure about this? I don't really trust these Rhodes Island people."

"If you want to sign up on the highway to hell, that's fine by me. Just don't expect me to pick up your corpse later."

That was enough to shut him up. W turned to face the Rhodes Island, a small smile plastered on her lips.

"Hey, you guys are still here? I thought I already told you to leave. Come on, now. Shoo."

"W. What did you talk about with the Doctor?"

The one who spoke up was Amiya. W grinned.

"Ah, the little bunny…Amiya, was it? Ah, yes. I remember now. Our little deal is something you should worry your floppy little head over. Didn't I tell you? I hold no care for Talulah and her plans. We just happen to agree on a few things. That's all."

"I…I see." Amiya trailed off in her words after hearing W's vague answer. She'd press for more details, but she's doubting the fact that she'll tell her more. She feels a hand on her head, and behind her was the Doctor, with a calm look in his gray eyes.

"Amiya, we're done here. Let's go home."

"R-right! Everyone, let's go!"

Under Amiya's command, Rhodes Island moved out, passing through the Sarkaz mercenaries without so much as a fight. As Ren passed by W, he can hear her whispering her farewells.

"So long, Ren. I'll be hearing the truth from you soon enough."

Well, what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't say his own piece?

"Likewise. In fact, I'm counting on it."

Both leaders held their smiles as the sun began to fall on the horizon. Chernobog is finally behind them, as their transports finally enter their view on the extraction zone. Ren Amamiya, once leader of the Phantom Thieves, now the Commander of Rhodes Island, weighed the many options in his head with his grand plan in mind. Rhodes Island when compared to Terra is but a mere drop in the sea, and it will take almost countless amounts of time with how ingrained the people's hate on the Infected are. Even so, he will not falter, not he has done a fair share of grand feats. With his new friends and allies, he'll do whatever it takes for his own brand of uprising to take root and change this rotten world, one small step at a time.

- Take Your Time -

Of course, one side of the story may be finished, but another, far more morbid tale is about to close its own page beforehand, devoid of joy.

Hiding away in an abandoned building, 5 middle school students surveyed the situation as they hid inside it, watching as rioters and the white hooded scum rampage across the street. Having escaped the school... nay, prison, that they have been confined inside on by a madman child their age. They have no time to rejoice over their freedom, for their freedom would be short lived should they be caught. In the shadows they lay in wait, waiting for their outlandish ally to return with his findings after surviving the Catastrophe.

A lone cat had been running about amidst the chaos, the smell of blood and fire assaulting his nostrils as he ran as fast as his four legs can bring him. In a twist of fate, he had met a group of students that had planned to escape St. Peterheim, the school where he first stepped onto this world. It wasn't long before the Catastrophe, and it took him some time to allow the fact that they've been struck with a meteor shower to sink in.

Just how much destruction has this world endured? No wonder his master stressed the importance of watching over this world.

Still, as much as he wanted to stress on the objective of finding this so-called Rhodes Island, the feline guide of humanity would let himself be executed on a guillotine rather than abandon 5 middle school girls, even though it's obvious they can fend for themselves. Philemon always advised him to take his time, and believed in the concept of karma. Good things will be paid in good things, and vice versa.

And as it turns out, he believed justly.

"Ah! Morgana's back!"

A yellow haired bear girl, wielding a safe door and frying pan of all things called out. All the girls in hiding turned towards him with their leader, an axe wielding brown haired bear girl, speaking up. Twas a good thing his collar still has a name tag scribbled in English, or the fact that they know English at all.

"You're back early, Morgana. Guess this means you have some good news on how to escape this hellhole?"

With a smirk on his face, Morgana let out a meow, and nodded. The leader, known to the Ursus students as General Zima crouched down along with the others.

"Let's hear it then."

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Been a while since I answered reviews!

GXY-2013: Considered. Also, would need a lot of explaining as well! And... RIP Himeko.

bahrithariq: Kashchey, Koschei. I call him Kochsei. Flys better. Also, the hell happened?

Sulphur: Noice. Also, consider Persona making a group effort!

RealEWF: I keep slipping that part up. Goddammit

Windraider: I will take steps starting next chapter to make sure their survivability is increased during that time. Also, the closest the Students would be rescued would be the end of Chapter 3 and into 4 in canon

missingmoney: Of those points, I all agree. But Ren has seen his fair share of deals. At times, he knows when being evil is necessary when there are far worse things.

Setsuna Rizky: Watch a playthrough of one of the games. You won't be disappointed.

Blade 1986: Happy you enjoy reading it despite my shortcomings. Also, pretty sure Click would be more interested in more than just recording battles.

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Bloody hell writing this chapter is so hard.

OK, for one, I have to apologize for the previous chapter, because I had messed up. For one, I sorely underestimated how much I thrashed Faust. To put into context, if I had left it as is with no rewrite, the damage I've done will ensure that Faust will be unconscious for the ENTIRE Reunion Arc, no caps. I mean, Blaze got anemia by the end of chapter 6 and she got decommissioned for a solid 2 months for recovery! The next time we saw her is in Gavial's event which is ending any time soon!

And two, I am not real confident in this chapter. Lots of loops and hurdles I need to bypass because of it. W is a character that is kinda hard to portray in fan fiction once I put it into retrospect. She's a casual one, sure. But she is also a bit wack, awfully cautious and perceptive as well. Combine that with the fact that Ren has to convince her that Doc is still alive, and this whole chapter could be blown into high water if I mess it up. The method I chose for convincing her maybe a bit unconventional, but I sure as hell hope it checks out.

Either way, I'm thinking of correcting the previous chapter a bit more if possible. Think of it like this. Ren's victories so far is not just because of just his raw power over Persona. It's also because of his capability to outsmart his opponents when possible. He knows and admits if someone is stronger than him, and there are times where he had to kneel, the Wardens and Yaldabaoth. His attitude in battle is not because of cockiness, but rather of confidence, as clearly shown by Arsene, with pride worn in his sleeve, respect for his opponents. I fear I may have not emulated those aspects of him well enough, which is why I need your opinions on the matter. Fun fact, Ren's initial Persona was meant to be Mephistopheles and then Lucifer in the final battle before it was changed to Arsene and Satanael, to depict more on his stealthy, yet honorable attitude toward opponents and his free-spirited rebel nature.

Speaking of Personas, let's just say that I'm in a hedge regarding this. I intend to mix both the Social Links and Persona 2's Community System into gaining new Personas because of Terra's nature. W and Doctor are cases of the former, and a lot more for the latter because there's too many goddamn Operators and there are only so many Major Arcanas. I can nail down the Arcanas, but the Personas themselves are an entirely different issue due to the need for specifics. Which is why I need the help of you readers. Maybe I'll set up a forum just for this deal if I can figure out how.

Anyway, once I see that there's no further need for any rewrite, we're heading into uncharted territories in the next Chapter. Enter Children of Ursus as the feline guide Morgana has his own plans in motion before he can hightail it out of Chernobog and join Rhodes Island! what does humanity's guide of hope plan to do when he steps onto Terra, onto the dilapidated academy? You didn't think I'd leave those poor girls alone, did you?

If you need me, I'll be playing Warcraft 3 all day to chill, then continue in the next 20 hours! Rewinding Breeze may be next, but let's chill and discuss on what did you players pull in the newest Standard Banner. I got Blitz's daughter, so we take those! For those who got Eunectes, congratulations!

And as always, take your time.

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P.S: I have committed yet another massive oversight. For my dear readers, I'll address the wrongs I did in the next chapter.