2nd ♫ | come on let go of the remote

[astrogony]

THE PERSONA 4 MEME

→ Step 1: Post as your character with their name and canon and a description of your character's Shadow and their dungeon, their Persona, their Arcana and Social Link... Go into as much detail as you want! You can either AU your character into the P4 setting, or leave them as they are in canon and simply play out their dungeon as it would happen there!
→ Step 2: Others respond, and you tag around to others!
→ Step 3: Play out P4 themed interactions -- either braving a dungeon, to rescue a friend from their Shadow, playing out Social Link rank ups, the works.
Go wild!

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/internal screaming

[dollphilia]

["You shouldn't go, it would be too dangerous."

"That's right! Plus, he's weird, disgusting, awful...ugh! What if something happens to you?!"

"My my, dear Four! I don't think he's that bad! However, big sis One is right- if you went, we'd probably never see your cute face again."

"Can he really be saved? He's a Devil, so..."

Those were the last words Three heard from her sisters before she ran into the dungeon. While it was true that Satanick was arrogant, extremely perverted, and overly abrasive with his teasing...she didn't mind that much. He was interesting, and she'd grown fond of him as she talked to him more and more, so hearing that he was gone and finding about his whereabouts...well, she cared. Slightly. If only because it won over the other part of her that figured that he'd eventually get himself out trouble like he usually would.

Having searched the castle for a while and going through every room (along with slicing through the enemies and taking notice of the portraits), she stopped at one last door she hadn't opened.]

...here, then...

[Not wanting to waste any time, she kicked the door open and rushed inside.]

[diabolarchy]

What - Three?

[Apart from looking a good deal unhappier than usual, Satanick seemed like usual, in good health.

The golden-eyed Satanick standing beside him, however, wore an uncharacteristically gentle smile as he looked over to her.]

You made it. I wasn't sure you would come, you know. Did anything out there hurt you?

[He sounds genuinely concerned.]

[dollphilia]

No.

[She catches sight of the other Satanick, before looking back at the original.]

Hmm. To think you'd have befallen that fate too...I would have expected more of you.

[diabolarchy]

I'm sorry to disappoint you. [The Shadow is quick to apologize, before the original can get a word in.] It seems that even I have flaws. As much as I'd like to deny it, I'm still a person like anyone else.

I don't know what this annoyance is blabbering about, but he's a poor mimic. Don't you think so? [The original huffs, not looking in the Shadow's direction.]

[dollphilia]

If we were only judging by appearances, then yes, he's not doing a good job. However, this is different.

[She tilts her head as she stares at both of them with inquiry.]

There must be something wrong if the Devil himself looks miserable, right?

[diabolarchy]

There's nothing wrong at all, I don't know what-

You're even more worked up because Three is here, because you like her, and you don't want her to see you like this. Isn't that so?

[That quiets Satanick. He needs to lie, but he needs to lie well.]

[dollphilia]

[Three stays silent for a moment. If she felt anything about it, she didn't show it.

In any case, she looks at Satanick again, as if she's staring right into his soul this time.]

"Nothing", you say?? If it were like that, then you wouldn't be in here.

[diabolarchy]

Anybody thrown in here would be in here. It doesn't have anything to do with personal flaws.

Only we would consider having attachments to be a flaw.

[dollphilia]

[Three's eyes light up in the slightest of surprises.]

Attachments...?

[diabolarchy]

Personal connections. Caring about people, in the simplest of terms.

Now, now, you know I don't do that~

[dollphilia]

That so?

[She takes a few steps closer.]

Are you sure about that? Then what were those portraits in this castle, then? They don't look like they're there for aesthetic.

[diabolarchy]

Dead people are absolutely my aesthetic. Didn't you know? Dead people and rabbits.

[Satanick, the terrible liar.]

[dollphilia]

[Yeah, she ain't buying it, man. Just gonna give you that dubious thousand-yard soul-reaching stare.]

[diabolarchy]

...you're really annoying sometimes, you know?

[dollphilia]

I've heard worse venom spewed from the corpses of dying snakes.

[She still comes near, never breaking her gaze, and with each step she takes, her stare becomes softer.]

Why won't you admit it? You'll be stuck here just like the others, so just-

[Once she's close enough, she holds out her hand to him.]

...come back.

[diabolarchy]

[He can't take that hand. He can't admit it. It's wrong. It's a lie, a lie, a lie a lie a lie...

His smile is obviously strained.]

You have so little faith in me. I'll be fine, fine~

[dollphilia]

No.

[Harsh as she sounded, she doesn't retract her hand as she becomes more concerned.]

I won't leave until you say it.

[diabolarchy]

I'm not going to say it.

[The more she pushes, the more he resists.]

[dollphilia]

You'll die here if you don't.

[She'll keep it up as long as it takes...!]

[diabolarchy]

No, I won't. I'm far too strong for something as little as this to take me down. I won't say it.

[The other Satanick looks even more annoyed.]

[dollphilia]

Aren't you contradicting your strength by not admitting it, then?

[Takes a split-second glance at his shadow...]

Besides, better lies have been heard from reflections in a cracked mirror.

[diabolarchy]

And better metaphors from a... metaphor, thing. Look, what do you want me to say? I can't be that kind of person, I'd never live it down.

[A very, very annoyed looking Shadow.]

[dollphilia]

[Tiiilts her head slightly.]

Why not? No one is exempt from admitting their own faults- not even gods and devils.

[diabolarchy]

...I don't like having pain.

[That's not quite an admission, but it is getting closer.]

[dollphilia]

[Even if it's just a baby step towards the truth, she'll take it!]

So what? It's a part of life, isn't it?