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Yosuke Hanamura

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Player: skarme
Canon: Persona 4
Canon Point: mid final battle
Alignment: Aiada
Date of Entry: 06 June 2015

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Age: 18 (17 at canon point)
Birthday: June 22
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Naturally light brown; not usually dyed these days
Height: 178cm / 5'10" (175cm / 5'9" at canon point)
Amulet: Small, reddish orange, thin and rectangular, like a locket on a necklace-length chain.
Contact: blitzente or PM.

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Comments

[tokyokingmade]

Well, that's the million-dollar question. I don't know where he is, but neither do our bosses.

Figured you'd want to know that kind of thing.

[windbreak]

But running away wouldn't make any sense... He's got a cushy job with you guys, and nowhere else to go.

[...Whoops, that still seems to be a habit. He should probably just thank the nice catbug for, uh - thinking of him?... - and confer with someone less locked up when he gets the chance.]

Well, I guess that's more your job, heheh. N-Never mind.

[tokyokingmade]

I'm Negotiation, man, not Investigation. And if you guys are the only ones who know his story, I say it's important you get to hear about it.

...Anything I can do to make it less shitty in there without getting you in trouble? Do they allow gifts?

[windbreak]

Uh, honestly? I'unno. [He shrugs, even though there's no point.] Like, Adachi left a knife here the other day, and nobody came to take it -

[- goddamnit.] It... wasn't a real knife? A butter knife. I haven't touched it.

[tokyokingmade]

[what the fuck.]

Uh, first off, that was before your trial, right...? Just checking.

And how about this, I bring you something a little more cheerful than a knife and we do a switcheroo.

[windbreak]

Yeah... Yeah, it was. [He's so relieved he wasn't talking to the wrong person when he eventually let that slip, it hardly matters what Akira means.] And yeah, s-sounds good.

[tokyokingmade]

Alright. [And a minute or two later...] So they don't have phones, mp3 players, or game systems here. You big on reading, kid?

[windbreak]

[By sheer coincidence, it'll sound as if Yosuke is hastily but belatedly hitting pause on an mp3 player. Telepathic memory-projecting crap is good for some things! Sometimes.] Wait, dude, you were serious about bringing something...?

[tokyokingmade]

...Yeah? Why wouldn't I be? [There's a little fizzle as he quickly swaps back from confusion to self-assured amusement.] What Akira says, gets done, kid. Have a little faith.

[windbreak]

[Whoa, that's - that's legit a cool thing to say. Man, he should step up his game. As improbable as that seems from inside a cell.]

Um, okay! I guess I read sometimes... But for real, it's all good.

[tokyokingmade]

[\o/

But also, audible snortlol.]

You're in jail, shut up. And besides, I wanna get that knife out of there before anyone gets a chance to notice it.

[windbreak]

... Shutting up right away, sir!

[After all, implicit in "trying too hard" is "trying".]

[tokyokingmade]

[A+.

Between work and finding a decent book to bring, Akira doesn't actually show up to visit Yosuke until several hours later, when visiting hours are nearly over. But he does show, and his Enforcer ID gets him in without much hassle.

He hits Yosuke with a telepathic message before anyone can arrive to summon him.]

I'm here, kid. Hide the knife on you, someone's gonna bring you out here in a minute.

[windbreak]

[He almost forgets to respond beyond a wordless note of surprise, but he does.] Uh, got it!

[Anyway, he is indeed shepherded out not long after that, looking more dishevelled than he'd like - and, it has to be said, a bit too nervous for someone who's trying to pretend he didn't stick a butterknife up his sleeve a minute ago. It's making the window rattle.]

[tokyokingmade]

[To all appearances, on Akira's end, this was a completely spontaneous visit. He's tapping a paperback book against the table in a simple rhythm, glancing around the room in idle interest, and when Yosuke enters the room, there's a moment where Akira looks him over before breaking into his trademark easy grin, like he's assessing an unknown.]

Hey, kid. Take it easy, you're not in more trouble. [He reaches across the table and thumps the surface closer to the other chair. The guard hanging around, he'll deal with in a moment.]

[windbreak]

[Sure would be nice if he gets on that. Passing a knife under the table with a guard standing right there, even a completely non-threatening kind of knife, would... probably not make the bottom 10 of Yosuke's worst life decisions, to be fair. It's just that he doesn't feel like trying it right now.

He does force himself to breathe once reminded, at least.] Uh, right... Kinda looks like it either way, though. [He shoots another glance off to their side, at the guard.] So...

[But he looks no less uncertain when he looks back at Akira. Did the guy give him something to say, again? Did he already forget? No, of course not, don't be stupid... in which case, what does he talk about? The weather?]

[tokyokingmade]

[The grin stretches wider in apparent amusement, and Akira follows Yosuke's gaze back and forth for a moment.]

You're scarin' him, man. [He cranes his head to look over his shoulder, leaning back over the chair.] Think I can handle this one?

[The guard apparently has met Akira on good terms before, because he seems familiar with the catbug's good-cop routine, and a few more lines of banter are all it takes to get him to back out of the room and close the door behind him. (The phrase "noodly arms" is invoked.)]

Right. [He reaches into his pocket and slaps down a paperback book on the table with one hand, setting his other hand beside it with his palm up. The book and the arm holding it would block a butter knife from view of the door, if it were to be slid along the table.] See? Nothing to worry about, relax.

[windbreak]

[Yosuke's own crossed arms are a little noodly themselves, and the view from outside doesn't remotely cross his mind - he slides the butterknife back out of his sleeve and pushes it across as soon as he's had a moment to settle down. There, that's one thing in the universe that nobody can claim is his fault any more. Sure, he wouldn't have wound himself up half as much if he hadn't blurted it out in the first place, but it's something.]

Say, you couldn't call in another favour like that for the other charges too?

[Nahhh, he's joking. At least 85% of him is joking.]

[tokyokingmade]

You wish. [He waves a hand like he's swatting away the joke.] Nah, I'm in here pretty often trying to work things out, he trusts me.

[The knife smoothly leaves the table and enters one of Akira's absurd JRPG-pants pockets. Problem solved.]

Got you something that looked like it had plenty of action and fighting and shit. Didn't know if that was your thing, but it seemed like a safe bet, right? There were a couple that looked a little more, uh, realistic, but I didn't want anyone getting all moral on you about it...

[It appears to be the Verens equivalent of really generic fantasy LN fare. Swords, looming threatening villain presence that is poisoning the world with hatred, etcetera. It's set in a land that borders the ocean. How fantastical!]

[windbreak]

I dunno, isn't that the point of -

[He's halfway through sliding the book the rest of the way across the table when he does a visible double take and grabs it by the spine for a closer look.] - wait, volume 4? No way, it's out already!? Dammit, that means the next one's gonna be out before they let me... uh, no, hold on...

[He trails off, but more due to a couple of hasty mental calculations than him remembering Akira is still here just yet. Suc... cess?]

[tokyokingmade]

[....

He won?]

Sounds like it's a hit. [Akira laughs gently, leaning back.] That's one worry down.

[windbreak]

[Oh, right, the catbug in the room. Yosuke all but slams the volume back on the table in his haste to look like slightly less of a loser.] Eheheh, I mean... Thanks, man.

[Because he meant one of Yosuke's worries, right? He must be pretty on top of his own stuff, to go out of his way.

With one distraction temporarily down, he glances towards the door again.] So, I guess now we just sit around? Otherwise it's gonna seem pretty short for a questioning.