InsaneJournal

Who: Mitsuru and OTA
What: She said she'd come by to help - it just took her a while
When: Day 12, about 1 AM
Where: The Gym
Rating: G, but pending
Status: Active


Though she'd said that she was going to go to the gym and help the doctors there, Mitsuru had ended up spending most of her first day in Vas Captio sitting, and thinking. She'd read through a good deal of the writing in the journal, and thought about the situation, and how the corporation was likely reacting to her sudden disappearance - and SEES. What would they be doing now?

But that track of imagination was surprisingly painful, between thinking of how furious Akihiko would be, and Yukari, and... and she hoped someone would explain it to the dog, at least. He deserved an explanation, instead of merely wondering why everyone was panicked, and she wasn't there anymore.

Most of the day, though, she spent trying to remember how it felt to summon her Persona without an Evoker. It was something she hadn't done since she was... what, eight or nine years old? Kirijo's laboratories had developed the Evoker fairly quickly, because calling her Persona unaided was "inefficient". But she had done it. She'd seen other people do it. So it had to be possible. And because, if she could remember how to call her Persona on her own, she could do something. Heal injured people; maybe her limited powers of sense and analysis would help; with Artemisia, she could fight. Without Artemisia, her options were small, and cramped, and she felt useless. But without her Evoker, it was useless. Even with more than twelve hours of trying to get into the right mindset (reminding herself of terrible things, terrible fears, her father's death and Strega and Nyx), her efforts yielded nothing.

It was late at night that she finally decided to give it up; if midnight had come and gone, though, Mitsuru had not noticed it. (Though a small part of her was nervously watching out for the telltale green tinge of light and pools of blood, as though somehow the Dark Hour might be back. And might explain this.) It took her even longer to find her way to the gym, using the map in the front of her journal, and whatever ambient light she could manage by. When she finally arrived, walking into the building full of injured, sleeping (presumably, at least) people, she was damp, with her hair frizzing up from being out in the rain so long. She wasn't injured herself, but she certainly looked worse for the wear. She stopped at the door and looked around for anyone who might still be awake.