route666radio | Entries tagged with persona 5: goro akechi

In light of recent events, I believe we're past due for more information gathering. First, I'd like to discuss the tower we encountered last month. There were... interesting messages scrawled across its surface, which I thankfully wrote down before its destruction. They read: "This remnant- Carved from [...] First Impact Remains [...] Meant to be left alone. The Tears used it in their ritual- Now it's out of control, changing everything it can" The Convoy Database regards the Silver Tears as effectively the antithesis of the Steel Wardens. Reverent to the moon and its "blessings" (the transformations). I've no doubt they're the ones behind the scattered shrines we encountered some months prior... And, obviously, we're well acquainted with those wretched Wardens, with their hypocritical obsession with "purging" this world of monsters. The words "First Impact" stick out to me as significant. I actually spoke with Blake-san about it as well, and she encountered similar mentions of an impact in scavenged books that had a great deal of information scrubbed clean. There is clearly something that one of the factions does not want us to discover. Given my previous findings, we know that something of significance was broken in two, that the moon goddess suffers in anguish, and a ritual failed, with us as replacement participants to "share her pain" and "put the ritual right." But now, thanks to that sagebrush, some of us have been gifted with visions, and I believe that if we share our findings, we can come closer to the truth. In my case, I witnessed a woman dispatching a monster before turning to panicked civilians and murdering one of them in cold blood. Presumably, she went on to kill the rest of them, but the vision ended there. For the sake of this post, I believe the most pertinent information is: • Where you had the vision. • The description of the vision... An optional detail: • The object that sparked the vision. Mine was in the battleground, and the vision came as I tried ripping the sword from a fallen cyborg's hand.

undyingcrow

This month has yielded a wealth of information, for better or worse. Rather than piggyback off of Jayce-san's post, I'd like to share some of my own findings. First, there is the matter of the messages near the power lines. While exploring the area, I came across several items from my world. I'm curious if anyone else has encountered similar texts with relevance to either themselves or their home realities. I'm not yet sure what to make of it, but it's troubling. While this doesn't necessarily bear ill tidings for our worlds, it still begs the question of how these items arrived here. For full transparency, I'll attach a few images. These are Calling Cards created by the Phantom Thieves, a group of super powered vigilantes who "steal the hearts" of wicked adults and force them to confess their crimes. CALLINGCARD_OKUMURA Sir Kunikazu Okumura, the great profiteering sinner of greed. Your success and global fame exists due to the tyranny you rain over your employees. Thus, we have decided to make you confess all your crimes with your own mouth. From, The Phantom Thieves CALLINGCARD_NIIJIMA Madame Sae Niijima, a great sinner of jealousy. You have lost yourself amidst your obsession with success. For its sake, you are even willing to promote injustice as justice. From, The Phantom Thieves CALLINGCARD_MARUKI Takuto Maruki has committed the great sin of creating an overblown self-righteous reality granting people's wishes. However, we will not soak ourselves in this false happiness, and we will overcome our pain and move forward. As a result, we will not accept your proposed salvation. And therefore, we will steal your distorted desires and take back our future. From, The Phantom Thieves If you see any cards of a similar nature, please let me know. In other news, I found a rather unusual passage myself, though I've no idea what it pertains to. He simply used the portal because it was there – an opportunist who chose to enter our world. It sent a chill up my spine. Then, I saw his eyes in town. I don’t know how, but he found m I've little idea if this relates to this world or the world of another Drifter. If you recognize it, please do let me know. Moving on, I'd like to briefly discuss a few more recent findings before I wrap up this post. First, there are the Husks. I mentioned this on Jayce-san's post already, but when the music began playing during one of our stops, I carried my phone out to the dormant Husks. Ghostly entities then arose from them, rising into the sky. The humming ceased in the immediate area... But previously, I had speculated that the monsters that attack us were once like us. I believe we now have solid evidence that this is the case. Given Jayce-san's findings about "stasis," we have a clearer picture, though I'd hardly call it a complete one. Though, I also had speculated that we're far from the first to have made the trip to Nirvana. After all, the messages on the Convoy seem prerecorded. Even the route seems planned in advance. We've yet to find anyone along our path who isn't a Drifter like us or a hostile of some sort. Here are the following pieces of evidence that I believe solidify this hypothesis: • The Husks take on a humanoid shape before the monsters emerge from within. • The abandoned vehicles were full of useful weapons, clothing, and other assorted items. This is a far cry from our vehicles, which seemed chosen specifically for us and required careful repairs. • Old messages played from the radio tower, and most notably, during the fight with the large Nargacuga. While I can't remember them word for word, I jotted down as much as I could after the battle. The name Serenith came up, as well as the Wardens. The speaker in question also implied that these Wardens were ruthless killers. I also recall another recording, where the speaker mentioned a pack and a sense of belonging... However, it's possible that I missed certain details. With the chaos of the Moon Warp, my attention was often more focused on survival than listening for clues. • Notes from the garage contain even more clues. "Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-", "Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-", "Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-", "Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right." This is all troubling, but I can't say it's surprising. Of course we'd be summoned to serve someone else's purposes. It's why I advice remaining vigilant as we continue toward "Nirvana." If anyone else gathered evidence that may be relevant, feel free to share. I believe it's in our best interest to collaborate in order to expand our understanding.

wereperrito

Hello? Hello! This is Jack.

Um, I am in one of the back trailers in the second convoy. And I have found sewing supplies and more fabric, and I thought, well, some of us have been going through, erm, changes. These can be hard on our clothing or make wearing certain clothing difficult.

I am not the best tailor in the world, I cannot make a patch or mended tear invisible or create clothing from scratch, but I know how to mend very well if you do not need it to be invisible. Also I can probably take your old clothes and alter them to fit you better.

I will be down here all evening if you would like to stop by. I will try to be here most evenings after dinner but before bed in case anyone needs help fixing your clothes. Okay? Okay.

[And with that slightly distracted-sounding final note, as the sound of fabric rustling around marks him getting back to work, he signs off.

He will indeed be down in the shops section of the convoy all evening, working diligently to patch, mend, repair, and alter clothing for anyone who comes by. If no one comes by, he's working on his own clothes or trying to work out how to make a pattern so he can learn how to make clothes from scratch, preferably with as little wasted material on mistakes as possible. He has no idea if he will ever find more, after all.]

undyingcrow

[In the middle of a restless night, Akechi addresses the radio.]

One thing has become abundantly clear since my arrival: the vast majority of us hail from different times, if not different worlds.

[He pauses, letting that sink in.]

For instance, I'm from Japan in the year 2017. However, it is specifically the same version of Japan shared by Akihiko Sanada and Naoto Shirogane... in the future. That places the three of us in a shared reality, but not the same point in time.

However, our version of Japan has endured a number of odd, even supernatural occurrences, such as a "Dark Hour" and, more recently, the vigilante work of a group of "Phantom Thieves" who quite literally changed the hearts of wicked adults through the use of a parallel, cognitive world.

[His voice remains calm, if tinged with a subtle weariness.]

But that is far from universal. In my time here, I have encountered a talking turtle from a world where yokai and mutants are real. I've spoken with someone who had been sent into a digital world, like an isekai protagonist. I even had to explain the concept of religion to Serph-san, as well what a horse is.

[...]

All this to say, it may be worthwhile to cross reference the worlds and time periods we hail from. If nothing else, it may help us discern patterns that could in turn heighten our understanding of our present circumstances.

faceguy

You know, I never got to do the big road trip thing. I never thought this is how I'd get to do it, but hey, new experiences!

[It's good to look on the bright side, right?]

So what fun road trip games do you guys know? There's gotta be some good ones! Some of you guys are from totally different worlds, right?

Here, I'll kick us off. I spy with my little eye something... blue!

thetatters

—ello? Is it broadcasting? Can you hear me? Hello?

[ Those who've met him in person will recognize John's deep and strangely resonant voice. There is a brief crackling pause as he awaits a response, then: ]

—Oh! Well.

This is John Doe. Wait, are we supposed to say what automobile we're driving? I have a black truck.

[ It's a vintage Ford from the early 1930s, but he earnestly seems to think 'black truck' covers it. Now, in the tone of a man speaking to idiots: ]

It seems that many of you have taken to robbing the altars of unfamiliar gods. This is obviously a terrible fucking idea! To worry over 'traps' is missing the point. Studying these forces at all is a fool's errand.

Whatever entities these cults once served, they may present dangers beyond our comprehension. Some things are not meant to be understood.

hexrot

—This is Jayce Talis. [ that's not going to mean anything, to anyone. this man's voice is rasping, dragging, in between sounded exhausted, heavy and ill. ] I'm a scientist. I researched . . . The Arcane, with my . . . With my partner, Viktor— most of my life.

[ frequent pauses are a must. he almost feels out of breath if he doesn't, and that puffs through the radio, ragged and sluggish. ]

All of us— seem to have a symbol. A rune, on our bodies. If you've been to the Shrine, then I'm sure . . . You have something else, now. Maybe a message. Please, if you could show it to me. I'll be . . . [ another hushed pause, ] Outside the Common Room. There's a truck, with . . . Butterflies, [ the irony in his voice is dry. ] That's— Where I'll be.

If it helps get us anywhere, I . . . Need, to crack it, I . . . [ i promised, he mutters, before swiftly adding, through a strain that's tight in his throat: ] That's all.

(action/flavor)

[ jayce is rebounding hard on his magic sepsis as his first symptom to becoming undead! so he is not visibly well for anyone who wants to come see him, but he is trying deathly hard with the symbols and trying to fight the clock with obsession. the iridescent pick up near one of the camp lights is a mess of papers in the front seats as much as the flatbed behind it, spread out and held in place with pebbles or stones, littered with those very symbols as well as formulas he's trying to link and complete like a map.

it's what keeps him from giving into sleep. ]