[Mukuro was well aware something needed to be done. She'd been in Avalon for nearly 6 months- and outside of the controlled environment of Junko's killing game, she was struggling to cope with keeping up the act.
And, you know, deal with her own death. And her sister Junko betraying her. And killing her.
...This was a good idea. Talking about all this would help, right? And so, she headed into the office, admiring the pretty building whilst she waited for someone to see her.]
[Homura took a long, deep breath as she sat down on the chair, waiting for Maruki to be ready. This had to be done, she constantly told herself in her mind. She wanted to get so much off her chest. She needed this, to try and return back to normal.
She soon finally entered the office, though looked hesitant. And tired. Let's just say she had trouble sleeping lately. Having to hunt and cook constantly for some parties was a big factor in that too.]
As if his heart's still considering, barely-there, uncertain knocking lands a little too softly. But... his problem's sprouting fangs again, and he isn't so stupidly proud to be claiming its bite doesn't wound him. He's willing to try things.]
Maya had found out a therapist had set up shop in Camelot, an outworlder, so he could get the added stresses that come with being here. On top of what was already dragging Maya down from the start.
And Maya knew she'd need to talk to someone, because you can't just bottle up your pain forever. She's tried.
She's failed.
Instead of knocking on the yurt door she just, tries it and comes in. Quiet like a grave. Maya was good at moving around without making noises before everything? But after, well, near silence was a thing she just did from time to time. "Um, I heard there was a doctor here?"
[Therapy as a concept is not a thing that exists in Fódlan. Marianne's recovery from her lowest point has come instead with the assistance of her faith, friends so close that she considers them family, and the opportunity to literally face down the darkest of her demons. She considers herself fortunate and blessed to be able to finally look to the future and consider a life worth living, emotional scars and all.
Still, what happened last month with the Hall of Mirrors has left her a bit shaken. Her concerns at this point have less to do with the experience itself and more with her reactions to it. More than once, she felt like the depressed teenager she thought she had left far behind. It has her worried, and she'd much prefer to be proactive than risk backsliding entirely.
So here she is, sitting in Dr. Maruki's office and picking nervously at the edge of her sleeves. He says he's an expert, and perhaps he'll be able to use that expertise to help her keep going forward.]
[ kotone knows how badly she's been fucking things up lately. she's been told from all sides that she's not handling things well, that she's letting herself hurt other people because she's just... wallowing. and it's come up that she needs to talk to—someone. anyone.
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]
[It feels so strange, the idea of coming out here to talk to stranger about things that he doesn't even want to admit to. But Marianne had insisted it helped, that this man was a professional and-
Well just because she's not here to talk to she wouldn't want him to stop talking. Even if it's hard. Maybe especially because it's hard.
He's dressed in the sort of layers that he's accustomed to back home, even if he doesn't quite have the same level of formality here. But it eases his anxiety to be done up properly rather than in something he'd wear to work when he finally raises a hand to knock on the door, sharp and crisp and not at all like he's been standing outside hemming and hawing about actually coming in for the better part of ten minutes.
Not that he'd let himself back out now. He'd made an appointment and it would be incredibly rude to waste a professional's time like that.]
[ A well-meaning suggestion, Juza's awkwardness right here, these things don't seem to mix well. That his very presence, with his perma-glare, disrupts the mood of a room 's nothing new to him; he couldn't really say his name at the reception in a tone other than his own. "Juza Hyodo." Like he's stepping into a fighting ring and getting himself announced. He doesn't need magic to know what people are thinking. Besides, it seems out of place in here.
Doctor, and all that... makes you think of some sterile room, few colors, and the expectation to feel a little uneasy... It's just that he's never been involved for anything other than a bruise or a break. Turning and bolting back out isn't what's first on his mind, though. As far as looks go to be deceiving, he came by himself as much as of his own. ]
Hm? [ He missed the content of 'make yourself comfortable' to mean take a seat anywhere, though. ] Ah, anywhere......
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And, you know, deal with her own death. And her sister Junko betraying her. And killing her.
...This was a good idea. Talking about all this would help, right? And so, she headed into the office, admiring the pretty building whilst she waited for someone to see her.]
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She soon finally entered the office, though looked hesitant. And tired. Let's just say she had trouble sleeping lately. Having to hunt and cook constantly for some parties was a big factor in that too.]
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[Pretending it's Thursday]
As if his heart's still considering, barely-there, uncertain knocking lands a little too softly. But... his problem's sprouting fangs again, and he isn't so stupidly proud to be claiming its bite doesn't wound him. He's willing to try things.]
Maruki-sensei? It's Shoto.
you mean it isn't? time is fake.
F... facts...
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And Maya knew she'd need to talk to someone, because you can't just bottle up your pain forever. She's tried.
She's failed.
Instead of knocking on the yurt door she just, tries it and comes in. Quiet like a grave. Maya was good at moving around without making noises before everything? But after, well, near silence was a thing she just did from time to time. "Um, I heard there was a doctor here?"
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Still, what happened last month with the Hall of Mirrors has left her a bit shaken. Her concerns at this point have less to do with the experience itself and more with her reactions to it. More than once, she felt like the depressed teenager she thought she had left far behind. It has her worried, and she'd much prefer to be proactive than risk backsliding entirely.
So here she is, sitting in Dr. Maruki's office and picking nervously at the edge of her sleeves. He says he's an expert, and perhaps he'll be able to use that expertise to help her keep going forward.]
Um, thank you for being willing to see me.
<3 mariiiii
♥ she's finally here!
cutest bean
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canon typical persona 3 cws related to death and depression etc
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]
persona pls find some chill
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Well just because she's not here to talk to she wouldn't want him to stop talking. Even if it's hard. Maybe especially because it's hard.
He's dressed in the sort of layers that he's accustomed to back home, even if he doesn't quite have the same level of formality here. But it eases his anxiety to be done up properly rather than in something he'd wear to work when he finally raises a hand to knock on the door, sharp and crisp and not at all like he's been standing outside hemming and hawing about actually coming in for the better part of ten minutes.
Not that he'd let himself back out now. He'd made an appointment and it would be incredibly rude to waste a professional's time like that.]
baby boy ;;
it's fiiiine
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cookie cure 🍪
Doctor, and all that... makes you think of some sterile room, few colors, and the expectation to feel a little uneasy... It's just that he's never been involved for anything other than a bruise or a break. Turning and bolting back out isn't what's first on his mind, though. As far as looks go to be deceiving, he came by himself as much as of his own. ]
Hm? [ He missed the content of 'make yourself comfortable' to mean take a seat anywhere, though. ] Ah, anywhere......
cookiessss