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Power levels dangerously low... please seek out the nearest recharge station...
It would've been too much to ask for infinite battery life in this dimension, wouldn't it?
He lets out a curse as his shot misses a Preta, distracted by the warning that's been sitting in his HUD for days, which has finally started blinking on and off, a sign that he's dangerously close to running out of battery. Even his backup power supply is running out, as the ever-blaring alarm in his head ever so graciously informs him every other hour, with increasing frequency as he continues to avoid charging up.
2.47% left, a quick internal scan reveals.
God. Fuck.
He's... where would he even find a charging station, in this place? Since one of his sisters is here too, she must have a place to charge as well, but he's loathe to ask where, involved with Kirijo as she still is.
There's always the possibility that his usual station has appeared in this Tokyo, but...
With growl, he throws off the Preta when it charges at him, before vaporizing the thing with a quick Megidolaon from Loki. Mikage-cho has been a great way to both blow off steam and hide away from the others, even if the constant barrage of demons only drains him all the more. Despite that conversation with Morgana and Renée having been... enlightening, in some regards, and texting those who deigned to check up on him, he still doesn't want to see anyone right now.
The files in his head stand out as always. He's given up on trying to remove them himself, especially when power is becoming such a precious resource.
He senses another horde of demons approaching- more powerful ones, this time. He should probably get out of here.
His internal alarms still blare at him when he arrives at the nearby shrine- a place that demons seem to avoid, and he's so... tired isnt the right word, but he feels sluggish. His systems aren't working at their best performance, one by one cutting their own useage in order to keep his body running a little longer in general. A scan outside the shrine reveals that the demons are still hanging around.
... Well. No use in using up more power than he needs just twiddling his thumbs while he waits for them to leave. He can't exactly afford that right now.
2.13% left.
He settles himself against one of the internal walls- out of sight, so people looking in don't see him immediately, and allows his thoughts to drift.
Entering sleep mode...
His eyes lose their glow as he powers down, head slumping forwards, and in less than a second, he's gone.
He lets out a curse as his shot misses a Preta, distracted by the warning that's been sitting in his HUD for days, which has finally started blinking on and off, a sign that he's dangerously close to running out of battery. Even his backup power supply is running out, as the ever-blaring alarm in his head ever so graciously informs him every other hour, with increasing frequency as he continues to avoid charging up.
2.47% left, a quick internal scan reveals.
God. Fuck.
He's... where would he even find a charging station, in this place? Since one of his sisters is here too, she must have a place to charge as well, but he's loathe to ask where, involved with Kirijo as she still is.
There's always the possibility that his usual station has appeared in this Tokyo, but...
With growl, he throws off the Preta when it charges at him, before vaporizing the thing with a quick Megidolaon from Loki. Mikage-cho has been a great way to both blow off steam and hide away from the others, even if the constant barrage of demons only drains him all the more. Despite that conversation with Morgana and Renée having been... enlightening, in some regards, and texting those who deigned to check up on him, he still doesn't want to see anyone right now.
The files in his head stand out as always. He's given up on trying to remove them himself, especially when power is becoming such a precious resource.
He senses another horde of demons approaching- more powerful ones, this time. He should probably get out of here.
His internal alarms still blare at him when he arrives at the nearby shrine- a place that demons seem to avoid, and he's so... tired isnt the right word, but he feels sluggish. His systems aren't working at their best performance, one by one cutting their own useage in order to keep his body running a little longer in general. A scan outside the shrine reveals that the demons are still hanging around.
... Well. No use in using up more power than he needs just twiddling his thumbs while he waits for them to leave. He can't exactly afford that right now.
2.13% left.
He settles himself against one of the internal walls- out of sight, so people looking in don't see him immediately, and allows his thoughts to drift.
Entering sleep mode...
His eyes lose their glow as he powers down, head slumping forwards, and in less than a second, he's gone.
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No use on lingering on it, he supposes. He'll only make himself feel worse. Instead, he latches onto the topic of video games.
"I haven't taken a look, personally," he says, still sounding somewhat gruff, "I remember being fascinated by consoles, but I never ended up owning one. No need to entertain the machine when it's not needed, after all. Isshiki briefly tried to introduce me, but-"
He pauses briefly. The implication is clear as his face just barely avoids scrunching up completely. Way to make such a lighthearted topic delve into depressing shit.
Still, he continues, "And before... we didn't have the money, and by the time we did, I had other things I was more interested in doing. I guess I don't know anything about video games, after all."
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He stares down at the phone in his hands, frowning faintly. "It's also why I've yet to replace this phone. It was another gift."
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Falcon understands; he refused to replace the first gift his mother ever got him (beyond making him and setting him free): a secondhand book about the adventures of Robin Hood. Even when it started falling apart from sheer use, he didn't want to get rid of it, or replace it. He sometimes wonders if it influenced the fact that one of his Personas is Robin Hood...
It's long gone, though, alongside everything else he and his mother had, thanks to Shido. Just remembering it strengthens his resolve to kill the man.
He catches himself frowning, and wipes it off his face, realizing he's been quiet for a while now. Raven is fiddling with his phone.
"... That Dojima-san must care about you a lot, huh," he murmurs. The name sounds familiar vaguely familiar. "Sounds like you care about him, too."
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"Don't call yourself an inconvenience. You're a child," he huffs out. Seriously. "Adults are supposed to care for you. It's the bare minimum- though, I'm sure not many can even manage that much, from what I've seen."
The Shadows roaming the Metaverse certainly don't inspire confidence. He's seen plenty while triapsing through it and being a sentient personal weapon, thanks.
The way Raven talks about Dojima, it reminds him of...
"I don't know what kind of person Dojima-san is, but drop the guilt. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate it."
... his mother wouldn't appreciate it. She wouldn't want it, in any case.
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"But no, I doubt he'd appreciate it. He's reaffirmed to me several times that he cares and that I'm a part of his family. And I am grateful, but sometimes it's still difficult to comprehend."
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But Raven is a child, and Dojima seems like a good enough man, from Raven's own words. If nothing else, he's very good at pretending, and though his interaction with Crow was brief... he didn't seem any worse off than Raven.
"Crow himself is proof enough, isn't he."
It's not a question.
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It's an... awkward attempt to reassure Raven, but he's not sure what else to say. At least Raven has a timeframe as reference. His own goals are so close, yet so far from his grasp. No longer under Shido's influence, but also unable to retaliate until he's out of this place.
Ugh.
There's a moment of silence, when a message pops up on his HUD.
25% charged. Body ready to be deployed in emergencies.
Well! Sitting in this place is certainly a fucking emergency, so-
"I'm done. Finally," he says, and sends a ping at the charging station to unlatch the cable in his neck, which it does. He twitches, before he gets up, and the machine dies down behind him.
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He's free to move about, at least. He could probably do just about anything, really. Getting out of here is likely a priority.
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"First, we get the fuck out of here. This place makes my circuits crackle," he says, before stopping and turning to Raven, his face taking on a contemplative look as he waits for him to follow. He turns back to the elevator, and procures a pass from a hidden pocket in his mesh.
A moment passes as he scans the pass with a beep, and steps inside the elevator. Then:
"... I suppose I could take a look around Inaba." He's not looking at Raven. "And find a way to move the station from this damned place."
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"The network may be a good way to inquire about transporting everything. You'll likely get more results than if you searched in person, at any rate."
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"You're right," he says, "it's the logical thing to do, at any rate."
It's probably a good idea to start searching for help now. This charge will last him about a week or two, and if he wants to avoid having to sit here once again...
He shoots a glance at Raven. At least, having him here made it... bearable. It made it fly by faster, in any case, even with the.... hiccups. He still doesn't really know how to feel about the kid, but... he thinks he understands his motives a little better now. He really does want to help, in his own way. Falcon supposes he is... thankful, that he chose to stay.
"Raven... I must thank you," he admits, after a few moments of silence. "Despite my past behavior- despite my general behavior, you didn't hesitate to stay, even if only for my comfort."
There. He said it. That's the right thing to do, isn't it? It feels like it.
And just as he thinks that-
'Justice', a feminine voice whispers to him. A blue butterfly catches the corner of his eye, but when he looks, it's gone.
He looks back at Raven, who seems none the wiser, and frowns to himself.
"...Justice...?"
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He felt something, too, but...
Hm. Perhaps he should address the thanks. "You're welcome, though. Especially in light of... well, everything I had a hand in putting you through."
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"... A social link?" he asks, somewhat perplexed as he meets Raven's eye. "That means...?"
He shakes his head at Raven's following words. Futaba's files 'itch', but he pushes down the anxiety, betrayal, and anger surrounding them. Stay calm. "I've made my stance clear on that, I believe."
It comes out a little more bitter than he meant it to, but it gets the point across.
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So, very well. He continues following along.
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Relief floods his circuits when he finally steps outside, his frame visibly relaxing. God, he really hates this place, and he wastes no time putting some distance between the building and himself, setting a brusque pace down the street.
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"The Velvet Room shouldn't be too far, at least. From there..." Well, that's a question of where he'll go. He likely wants some space to collect his thoughts.
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Falcon is quiet, not replying, but also slowing his pace to let Raven catch up. He doesn't quite look at him as they travel in silence for a little bit. He, quite frankly, feels wrung out like a dirty dishrag, despite just being charged. He did plan on looking around Inaba for a -god- a place to stay, but now that he's actually out of the building and wandering Tokyo's streets, he's not so sure what he wants.
He still wants to kill Shido. He wants to get out of here, but that's not going to happen in the foreseeable future, not as long as Igor keeps denying him. Well- he doesn't want to think about Igor right now. Not after what he learned today.
He realizes he's been scowling, and smooths over his face. Hopefully Raven didn't notice.
"... I suppose I'll go to Inaba, then."
If nothing else, he can try to relax at the flood plains.
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So, naturally, he keeps following.
"Do you need help finding your way around Inaba?"
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The real question is: does he want Raven to show him around?
The answer to that is... hm. No. Maybe a little, but mostly no.
"I'll be fine," he says, staring ahead of himself, "but thank you."
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Yet he continues in the same direction regardless. After all, he does live there.
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And so, they're walking together towards Inaba. Quietly. They pass the Velvet Room. They enter the door, and then, they're in Inaba. Falcon turns to Raven, putting his hand on his hip.
"... I'll see you around, then."