I’m really curious as to how Zedaph’s social link would work, so I’d love to hear your ideas!!
Zedaph is making a face and kicking rocks by the side of the lake when Impulse finds him. Impulse grimaces. Well, that's not a particularly good sign for how well his experiments had gone. Carefully, Impulse lets his eyes slide over to the trees, where a glowing blue door sits.
...he already has Kikuri-Hime. He's prepared to deal with this. If Zedaph once again asks him to do odd things with his persona, he can handle it.
"So, how did -"
"It doesn't make any sense!" Zedaph says, throwing up his hands. "I'm so close to understanding it, Impulse! I'm so close."
Ah. Today is a smile and nod sort of day. Impulse smiles and nods. "You're honestly even better at most of this Negative World stuff than any of us," he says.
"Yeah, I guess, but it isn't good enough," Zedaph says. He kicks another rock. It bounces off the edge of the lake into the water. "It's the most interesting thing to happen to me in... in years, Impulse. And I can't even understand it well enough to do anything interesting with it at all!"
They've had exactly this conversation... what rank are they on... six times, probably, in different flavors. He almost wants to say: every time we talk about how you've hit a wall in researching the Negative World, I come here, you get a new lead from me, and you stop being so upset about it. But that's just a bit mean, is the thing, and there's something different about this time.
"Have you considered you don't need to understand?" Impulse says instead.
"I do," Zedaph says.
"I don't know, man. I think there are more important things than 'how exactly the Negative World works'," Impulse tries. "I mean, it's important we understand like, how the sleeping sickness works, I guess, but -"
"I have access to a magical world and I can't even do anything weird with it," Zedaph says.
Impulse sits down by the lake. Zedaph sits down next to him.
"I mean, the thing you tried to do with fusion," Impulse starts.
"I still think you were lying about fusing personas, by the way," Zedaph says.
"I wasn't! Swear I wasn't!"
"And your magical blue train station," Zedaph continues.
"If I could show it to you I would!"
"If a weird blue man you made up with a long nose can do it, I absolutely should be able to do it as well," Zedaph concludes.
"I mean, we can try again, but last time I passed out for an hour and you made Skizz cry," Impulse says.
"I'll come up with a technique eventually. Then we can fuse our power together like Voltron."
"Oh yeah. Like Voltron," agrees Impulse.
They're both quiet for a bit.
"I hate that I don't know how it works," says Zedaph. "I should know by now. I've been trying for months. I know it's magic. I know it's supposed to just all be intuitive. And when it's intuitive, it's great. It's like... all the mysteries of the world are right there, and I never have to watch my best friend die again."
Oh.
Well. That... that would be what this is about, wouldn't it.
"You didn't have to," Impulse says slowly.
"Tango knows Recarm," Zedaph says, pulling his knees to his chest. It's sort of an agreement. It mostly isn't.
"I came here to help you with an experiment. It was our deal," Impulse says. "If you have any ideas -"
"No, it's fine," Zedaph says.
"Maybe instead of the fusion thing - even if you can't get extra personas like me, we still haven't tried out seeing what happens if you negotiate with shadows yourself. And hey, that's gotta go better than you poisoning us all by trying to make magic food."
"That wasn't a poisoning," Zedaph says, sniffing. "That was a clinical trial, and you know it."
"Sure," Impulse says. "Whatever you say, man." He stands up. "You wanna go to the hospital to try to talk to shadows, or..."
"No, I think for now I'll stay here," Zedaph says. "Besides, I also wanted to test - could we use the twisted shadows to store items we can't carry in our bags? That could be very useful."
Impulse opens his mouth. He wants to say: you know you don't have to be useful, right? You know we're scared too, right? I always have a persona on me with Recarm too, you know? It's okay if this is less for science and more for other reasons.
Then Impulse thinks about the fact he made sure to bring Kikuri-Hime along to talk with his friend, and decides that perhaps he can't talk.
"Alright, man. Well, you know how our deal works. Anytime you need me to test something out..."
"Yeah. Catch you later, Impulse."
"...you too, Zedaph."
[Rank up! The Priestess, Level 7]
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I'm surprised that we didn't get a triple fusion form of Ame no Uzume, Kikuri Hime and Kushinada Hime in SMT yet
I can only see them fusing into this:
(Alpha version Amaterasu)
You know, wouldn't it be nice if every new game they adapted an unused Kaneko design, like this one or probably any of the dozens of concepts that SURELY exist in their archives? It would be too good, wouldn't it?
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@electricea | Moved from X
She knew she could count on him when it mattered. Her old friend knew what to say in situations like this. She wasn't scared at all, just puzzled about how to do this. Following his lead, she leaned back against the same wall and thought about his suggestion.
"Hmm... yeah, he does that... okay, I'll give it a try." She mumbled quietly enough and crouched down, waiting for the Shadow to turn its back.
Once it did, Panther saw her chance and quite literally pounced on its broad shoulders, a gloved hand gripped at its mark to take it off. "Show yourself!"
It groaned in pain and as soon as she stepped back, it transformed into a Kikuri-Hime and a Rangda, two Shadows they'd seen before. One was weak to fire, the other to electricity. Perfect for their training.
"Okay, we've got the advantage! Let's dance, Carmen!" Removing her mask with mask, a strong fire spell, Agidyne, was aimed at Kikuri-Hime to hopefully inflict burn on her.
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Kikuri-Hime Who?
Reimu was browsing idly through some of Keine’s historical scrolls, when she spied a familiar face. “Oh!” Reimu exclaimed. “I exterminated this youkai once, in Makai. I was, like, ten. Who is she?”
Keine looked over the shrine maiden’s shoulder at the painting, and froze.
“When you were ten years old,” Keine said, in slowly growing horror, “you beat up and drove away Kikuri-hime, the goddess of peaceful negotiation?”
Reimu shrugged modestly. “Wasn’t easy!”
Keine did not answer for a long time. Finally, she let out a long sobbing gasp of frustration. Reimu turned to face the schoolteacher, puzzled by this reaction.
Keine moaned through clenched fists. “This explains so much.”
Kikuri-hime was also often invoked to bless marriages, which might be why Shinki had invited her to Makai that particular morning, and might be why Mima had fled by afternoon…
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