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kinkfestTitle: Wireless Communication
Author/Artist: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler-free if you're done with September.
Word count: 855
Summary: Persona 3, Polydeuces/Castor: Strange bedfellows - "My owner has bigger issues than yours." "Riiight."
A/N: Thanks to my betareader, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]! This is totally NOT the way I imagine Personae, but it was the only way I could think to make this writable. At all.
It was general knowledge that Personae were just fragments of the psyche of their users, broken and mended repeatedly to resemble something vaguely human, but neither of their owners ever paid a thought to their names. Why they sometimes acted on their own, why those forms.
It all came down to archetypes, Polydeuces thought. Stories that infinitely repeated themselves, weaved in the very material of human imaginations. He could bet that there were dozens of other twins-but-not in the myriads of myths and religions people had invented. And still, he and Castor had been assigned to this pair of morons for a reason or two.
One of which may have been the utter lack of knowledge of Greek mythology Akihiko and Shinjiro had. He would have liked to blame their upbringing, but that was common to all the Japanese folk unless you were named Kirijo.
(Because yeah, one had to be either ignorant or a complete failure at deduction to not catch the foreshadowing there. Polydeuces guessed their masters had to be glad to not have gotten Romulus and Remus instead.)
"You're thinking too loud," Castor complained, "and it's already too noisy here. I can hear the party Arisato's Personae are having in his head across the goddamn hall."
Polydeuces emerged to face his twin better, and stretched. Under him Akihiko muttered something and went back to sleep.
"I'm sorry. I was just being introspective."
"Which is not like you at all. “
“That’s mean.”
“I'm supposed to be the introspective one of the two, remember? You're the impulsive one, thus you got assigned to the hot-headed boxing brat, and all that stuff."
"Of course. So you got assigned to the brooding hobo because you're emo. Very well, " Polydeuces replied, somewhat offended.
"Shut up. My owner has bigger issues than yours."
"Riiiiight. Aren't those mostly your fault anyway?"
It was a mistake to lead the conversation that way, thought Castor. He fell silent and a sleeping Aragaki wriggled under the sheets, restless. Just when Polydeuces was considering taking a nap –it was comfy inside Akihiko’s mind- Castor sighed and started talking again:
“Alright. I totally don’t have to do this, but I could explain it. If you want.”
“Hn. Go ahead.”
“So. To correctly use a Persona you have to be somewhat messed in the head beforehand, isn’t it?”
“That goes without saying, yeah.”
“This guy? He had the potential and all. But he was this huge control freak like you wouldn’t imagine. Fucking Hierophants tend to do that. Worse than Emperors. Yours at least liked you.”
Polydeuces intended to blink in educated shock, but it wasn’t considered in his design. He sighed instead, measuring his words for once.
“... You’re telling me that Aragaki was too sane?”
“Uhm, more or less. Big strain in his psyche. I was struggling to stay in there, and then— well... accidents happen.” Castor promptly shut up, realizing his phrasing was not going to gain him Polydeuces’ favor. He exhaled, his voice giving away a hint of desperation. “Look. He’s been trying to kill me, dude. Since he got me, way before the fucking pills. You would resist to that too!”
“Wait, what pi—? Anyway, Castor, we’re not having this conversation anymore.”
“I didn’t meant him any harm. I swear. It was a matter of survival.”
“You haven’t messed it this bad since that incident at the Argos.”
“Don’t bring tha— ok, I’m... I’m sorry. For real.”
“Tell that to Aragaki.”
“Guy’s not gonna listen. Have you seen those suppressants?” Castor mused, patting the head of his metal horse. “You don’t know what that stuff does to his neural system. Or to me, for instance.”
Oh. Those pills. Polydeuces had thought it was just a suspicion from his master, and felt regret and a twinge of fear. He didn’t know how it felt to be restrained, but he could use his share of imagination, and his twin had to go through it for two years. In a body that was slowly ceasing to function, organs damaged by deficient orders from the nerves. The idea was horrifying.
“It’s...”
“I don’t want to die.”
“I know you don’t. Me neither.” Polydeuces said, and crossed the space between them, his back lying on the horse’s side.
“You should... Why don’t you send your guy to help?”
“Akihiko?”
“Yeah. He could, I don’t know. Nag Shinjiro to stop him from taking the pills or something.”
“... Just like he got him to return, isn’t it?” Polydeuces stroked a hand over Castor’s shoulders and thought of the last time they had been separated. It was not a nice memory.
He thought of the deals he had to made last time, too. Perhaps he could attempt something like that here, though he didn’t knew how. Sharing his immortality. A cycle, Akihiko changing Personae once in a while so he could have both of them. Perhaps a fusion. He wasn’t sure.
“We’ll see how this develops, OK? I won’t let you disappear that easily.”
Castor nodded and felt safe for the first time since they were summoned this side of the Collective Unconscious .
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As you surely noticed, it was meant to be crackfic. The problem is, I EPICALLY FAIL at crackfic, thus it got an Angsty Ending (TM). I facepalmed when that happened, I swear.Also, not the best thing I've ever written, fo'sho.
Author/Artist: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler-free if you're done with September.
Word count: 855
Summary: Persona 3, Polydeuces/Castor: Strange bedfellows - "My owner has bigger issues than yours." "Riiight."
A/N: Thanks to my betareader, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]! This is totally NOT the way I imagine Personae, but it was the only way I could think to make this writable. At all.
It was general knowledge that Personae were just fragments of the psyche of their users, broken and mended repeatedly to resemble something vaguely human, but neither of their owners ever paid a thought to their names. Why they sometimes acted on their own, why those forms.
It all came down to archetypes, Polydeuces thought. Stories that infinitely repeated themselves, weaved in the very material of human imaginations. He could bet that there were dozens of other twins-but-not in the myriads of myths and religions people had invented. And still, he and Castor had been assigned to this pair of morons for a reason or two.
One of which may have been the utter lack of knowledge of Greek mythology Akihiko and Shinjiro had. He would have liked to blame their upbringing, but that was common to all the Japanese folk unless you were named Kirijo.
(Because yeah, one had to be either ignorant or a complete failure at deduction to not catch the foreshadowing there. Polydeuces guessed their masters had to be glad to not have gotten Romulus and Remus instead.)
"You're thinking too loud," Castor complained, "and it's already too noisy here. I can hear the party Arisato's Personae are having in his head across the goddamn hall."
Polydeuces emerged to face his twin better, and stretched. Under him Akihiko muttered something and went back to sleep.
"I'm sorry. I was just being introspective."
"Which is not like you at all. “
“That’s mean.”
“I'm supposed to be the introspective one of the two, remember? You're the impulsive one, thus you got assigned to the hot-headed boxing brat, and all that stuff."
"Of course. So you got assigned to the brooding hobo because you're emo. Very well, " Polydeuces replied, somewhat offended.
"Shut up. My owner has bigger issues than yours."
"Riiiiight. Aren't those mostly your fault anyway?"
It was a mistake to lead the conversation that way, thought Castor. He fell silent and a sleeping Aragaki wriggled under the sheets, restless. Just when Polydeuces was considering taking a nap –it was comfy inside Akihiko’s mind- Castor sighed and started talking again:
“Alright. I totally don’t have to do this, but I could explain it. If you want.”
“Hn. Go ahead.”
“So. To correctly use a Persona you have to be somewhat messed in the head beforehand, isn’t it?”
“That goes without saying, yeah.”
“This guy? He had the potential and all. But he was this huge control freak like you wouldn’t imagine. Fucking Hierophants tend to do that. Worse than Emperors. Yours at least liked you.”
Polydeuces intended to blink in educated shock, but it wasn’t considered in his design. He sighed instead, measuring his words for once.
“... You’re telling me that Aragaki was too sane?”
“Uhm, more or less. Big strain in his psyche. I was struggling to stay in there, and then— well... accidents happen.” Castor promptly shut up, realizing his phrasing was not going to gain him Polydeuces’ favor. He exhaled, his voice giving away a hint of desperation. “Look. He’s been trying to kill me, dude. Since he got me, way before the fucking pills. You would resist to that too!”
“Wait, what pi—? Anyway, Castor, we’re not having this conversation anymore.”
“I didn’t meant him any harm. I swear. It was a matter of survival.”
“You haven’t messed it this bad since that incident at the Argos.”
“Don’t bring tha— ok, I’m... I’m sorry. For real.”
“Tell that to Aragaki.”
“Guy’s not gonna listen. Have you seen those suppressants?” Castor mused, patting the head of his metal horse. “You don’t know what that stuff does to his neural system. Or to me, for instance.”
Oh. Those pills. Polydeuces had thought it was just a suspicion from his master, and felt regret and a twinge of fear. He didn’t know how it felt to be restrained, but he could use his share of imagination, and his twin had to go through it for two years. In a body that was slowly ceasing to function, organs damaged by deficient orders from the nerves. The idea was horrifying.
“It’s...”
“I don’t want to die.”
“I know you don’t. Me neither.” Polydeuces said, and crossed the space between them, his back lying on the horse’s side.
“You should... Why don’t you send your guy to help?”
“Akihiko?”
“Yeah. He could, I don’t know. Nag Shinjiro to stop him from taking the pills or something.”
“... Just like he got him to return, isn’t it?” Polydeuces stroked a hand over Castor’s shoulders and thought of the last time they had been separated. It was not a nice memory.
He thought of the deals he had to made last time, too. Perhaps he could attempt something like that here, though he didn’t knew how. Sharing his immortality. A cycle, Akihiko changing Personae once in a while so he could have both of them. Perhaps a fusion. He wasn’t sure.
“We’ll see how this develops, OK? I won’t let you disappear that easily.”
Castor nodded and felt safe for the first time since they were summoned this side of the Collective Unconscious .
As you surely noticed, it was meant to be crackfic. The problem is, I EPICALLY FAIL at crackfic, thus it got an Angsty Ending (TM). I facepalmed when that happened, I swear.
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Date: 2008-06-07 04:25 pm (UTC)And I went all AWWWW too, poor twins.
THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS FOR LIL'MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D
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Date: 2008-06-07 04:35 pm (UTC)If it made you LOL, though, I shall consider my work here done :'D
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Date: 2008-06-07 05:13 pm (UTC)*hands you a stuffed Castor with horse for your good work*
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Date: 2008-06-09 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-07 05:08 pm (UTC)And the "brooding hobo" line was great. XD Poor Shinji don't get no respect, yo.
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Date: 2008-06-09 05:56 am (UTC)Atlus doesn't give him a break. Why Castor and Poly should? XDD
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Date: 2008-06-09 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-10 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-09 02:39 pm (UTC)I mean, Personae are rooted in Jungian psychology, and this seems to be a nice portrayal of a shallow part of the collective unconscious.
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Date: 2008-06-10 01:30 pm (UTC)*F-fixes the terminology, damn, how come nobody told me before?*Well, that's a great thing to know! I tried hard to write it making sense, I didn't want it to be just crack without any base. Thanks for everything!
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Date: 2008-06-13 10:14 am (UTC)I imagine the level of the Greeks probably have greek structures or something.
Similar to tartarus, only, you descend instead of ascend.
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Date: 2008-06-09 07:06 pm (UTC)Pobres Castor y Poly D:. Pero me carackea como a una mocosa de once años la semeidad de Poly XD
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ok, comment fail, lo siento.
Y no pregunte por qué lo leí en inglés. Yo tampoco lo sé D:
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Date: 2008-06-10 01:32 pm (UTC)El crédito es casi todo de Nyx, que tiró el prompt X'D A mi tampoco se me hubiera ocurrido pensarlo. P-pero LOLOL Minato. El manso carrete que deben tener en su cabeza, ¿Cuántos puede llegar a tener? ¿200?
Puede tener a Lilith y al panteón de las diosas hindúes. Yo quiero ir *sob*Su comment no es fail <3 Y Polydeuces salió entero seme aquí, probablemente para contrarrestar el ghei de Ukehiko.
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Date: 2008-06-09 11:03 pm (UTC)♥ APRUEBO ESTO ♥
:D
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Date: 2008-06-10 01:21 pm (UTC)...OWAIT. ¿En qué parte del juego va?
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Date: 2008-06-13 12:37 am (UTC)So you got assigned to the brooding hobo because you're emo.
lololol. ♥