text via phone;

[pheromonecoffee]

[Attached is a photo of something that looks remarkably like a gun. No, Matt has not become the proudest new member of the NRA.

He's freaking out a little bit because he has officially had the most fucked up day of his life a little over a week ago. He has never felt more pain in real life or in a memory than when that monster ripped through his persona. And he's not sure it won't happen to him now if he tries to use one again. And that thing... was inside his head? Waiting to break out again? This is not what he asked for. But no one's getting that, right? So he keeps up the deadpan humor and sarcastic attitude because he has nothing else to fall back on.]

Heads up. So there's a monster summoning system that requires you to shoot yourself in the head. The same summoning system knocks you out for a week after you use it. So don't try it at home. Also, apparently I am a harp-playing robot if the "Thou art I and I am thou" thing is to be believed.

If we ever have awards, I at least want a nomination for "most unnecessary side effects to a power."

ETA: Please don't actually shoot yourself in the face. At all.

This is seriously fucked up.

Private text to Phillip

The monsters you summon--they're called Shadows.

[OOC; And trigger warning that Matt is explicitly mentioning that this summoning is p much faking suicide in at least one thread so be careful of that.]

Comments

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[orangehoodie]

why did you go with it?

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[pheromonecoffee]

I thought it could be useful.

text;

[orangehoodie]

what if it backfired??? what if you actually hurt yourself? what if that whatever you summoned hurt you!

text;

[pheromonecoffee]

I brought a bunch of people, just in case. I didn't do it alone.

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[orangehoodie]

like who?

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[pheromonecoffee]

A few people the kid I babysit told me were okay. I don't know enough people on here yet to know who could keep something under control if it went wrong.

[orangehoodie]

[like a kid who needs a babysitter knows anyone decent.

ken cannot deal. he's really upset. he doesn't respond probably because he threw his phone down and tossed himself into his bed.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[Ken, calm yourself. He is just fine. He will even show up for tutoring tonight.]

[orangehoodie]

[He will be there too because dad made him go but he's going to work in the silence that ends all silences.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[He'll watch in silence before he gets up to go get something from one of the shelves. He comes back with a classic superhero movie and places it on top of Ken's books. Peace offering?]

[orangehoodie]

[He blinks at the movie. Then he looks up at Matt. And then he frowns, looks down, and pulls the movie closer.]

Sorry I got mad.

[pheromonecoffee]

[He is really good at bribery.]

Someone had to test it out. I'm not the only one who can summon these things.

[orangehoodie]

Do you think I will, too?

[pheromonecoffee]

Please don't.

[orangehoodie]

What if I get no choice?

[pheromonecoffee]

Then it's a last resort.

[orangehoodie]

... What do they do?

[pheromonecoffee]

Magic, from what I can tell. The one I had uses fire... but I think there's more than just that. They're for fighting these monsters called Shadows.

[orangehoodie]

Shadows...

What is yours called?

[pheromonecoffee]

It's a Persona. But it's called Orpheus.

[orangehoodie]

... The Greek...?

[pheromonecoffee]

You're a really smart kid. Did anyone ever tell you that? Yeah, like the myth.

[orangehoodie]

[!!! His face flushes red at the sudden compliment and he looks back down at his homework, scribbling down an answer.]

I read some stuff about the Greeks once. So you can summon a prophet?

[pheromonecoffee]

Well... he's a robot. With a harp.

[orangehoodie]

I didn't know they had robots back then.