Makoto had half a mind to withdraw himself from this Kuoh Academy. Why would anyone want to go back to school when they had already completed every course they had offered with honors?
While he did not have a diploma from Gekkoukan, or even any of his course work, he still remembered studying and mastering the many subjects available from a higher education and had even begun studying college level subjects with Fuuka and Aigis before being sealed.
the bluenette had finally pilfered the closet for clothing after deciding that he did not enjoy the feeling of being bare to the world. The clothing provided was a dark black version of Gekkoukans uniform, minus the crimson SEES armband that signified his allegiance, giving the teen something comfortable and familiar to wear.
Say what you will, but the suit of black and white had been breathable and had fashion appeal. The school crest was no longer present on the left breast pocket and no labels were present, making Makoto wonder if it was Elizabeth or her rarely mentioned older sister who had created the suits for him.
Deciding to question it later, Makoto grabbed the wallet and flipped it open, revealing identification cards and a few more Yen notes. The ID cards were filled out with information unlike what was on his previous ID, showing that he was a legal resident of the city of Kuoh.
He was certainly thankful that the Velvet Room attendants had given him such items, because otherwise he would have had to go through the trouble of doing it himself, and he had no idea where to begin even forging such things. Involving himself with the criminal organizations that usually dealt with such requests would have left him broke at the end of the transaction, he was sure.
Pulling open the drawer of the desk, the bluenette found a manilla folder containing a birth certificate and other documents showing his transfer from one Fujima Academy to Kuoh. Next to the Folder was a sleek black pistol, not unlike an Evoker. It was the weight that told Makoto that it was no normal gun, as well as the fact that the magazine refused to release itself, signifying no real way to load ammunition into the weapon.
That was fine and dandy, he supposed, having a familiar object with him had in some form relieved some of the stress he felt building up within him at his situation. He was going to peruse the paperwork before familiarizing himself with the area, but a gurgling noise erupted from his abdomen, forcing him to put his plans on the back burner.
Leaving the room, Makoto made his way out of his room and into the hallway, revealing two more doors to his left and right that led into a guest bedroom and another bathroom.
This apartment is new. Makoto thought to himself as he took a deep breath, smelling the fresh paint and leather that permeated the air within the apartment he found himself in.
Passed the hallway was a large living room with two more doors to the right while a kitchenette furnished with cooking utensils was to the left. The fridge and cabinets were empty, of course, but Makoto knew he had enough money to sustain himself for months if he was frugal.
In the living room, a leather sofa rested in front of a glass coffee table, colored black and covered in a sheaf of plastic to keep the dust from its surface. To the right of the coffee table was a leather recliner, also colored black and covered in plastic.
There was no television or any form of electronics in the house outside of the fridge in the kitchenette and the smoke detector in the hallway, though that suited Makoto just fine. Junpei and Fuuka spent more time playing video games and watching television than they had any right to, in his opinion, whereas he spent most of his time doing odd jobs around town to earn more money and upgrade his Social Links.
He was of the opinion that both Television and Video games rotted the mind, and would much rather read a book or learn a new subject.
He stood corrected on the lack of electronics, for as soon as he looked back to the coffee table he found his old phone, mp3 player and headphones resting on top of a map of the area around him.
Convenient. Makoto thought to himself as he reached down and folded open the map, drinking in the geographical locations of anything of interest within the town.
"You are here…" the bluenette read aloud as his eyes locked onto the red circle towards the center of town, just outside of the business district. Kuoh Academy was also circled in red, just ten or so blocks away from his present location. Pulling the map closer to his face, the bluenette did his best to memorize the locations of any restaurants and stores in between himself and the school he was forcibly enrolled in. The map's boundaries ended at the end of Kuoh, preventing Makoto from finding out just how far he was from Tatsumi Port Island, the very place most of his meaningful memories were from.
Feeling confident that he could make his way around Kuoh with little difficulty now that he had a map, the Wild Card of SEES grabbed the phone, mp3 player, headphones and the set of keys to his apartment resting on the kitchen counter before making his way out of the pristine apartment building.
The sound of chirping birds, people greeting one another as they passed each other and traffic filled his ears as he started his way down the sidewalk towards the Junes shopping mall. Placing his headphones around his ears and letting his mp3 player hang around his neck, Makoto quickly found himself in his comfort zone as his mind wandered back to the note from whoever PHIL was once more, his body on autopilot as he walked.
What could he have meant by my Persona abilities being different? Makoto questioned as he sent a probing tendril of energy into his Sea of Souls, trying to replicate the process that required an Evoker for him at one point. Thanatos was quick to answer his beckoning, bringing much comfort to the bluenette upon hearing the familiar roar of the God of Death.
The aura of the Death God began to leak out from Makoto, however, causing the teen to cut the link before the black energy could manifest itself in the physical world.
He did not account for a boost in the potency of the energy, however, thus he was surprised as he felt the energy struggle to remain unleashed. The birds around him stopped chirping and flew away quickly while the couple walking next to him began to send him nervous glances upon feeling an uncomfortable presence settle around them.
Gritting his teeth, Makoto was able to finally reign in the deathly miasma that had been present within him since the age of ten, but not before more people began to send nervous glances in his direction. Quickening his pace, the Wild Card tried to place distance between himself and the crowd of passersby lest he continue to cause discomfort.
It seems that his very presence was capable of being drawn out in the world now, no longer bound to be isolated to Tartarus or the Dark Hour alone. While no longer leaking out a deathly aura, the power of the Universe Arcana still trembled beneath his fingers, roared through every fiber of his being, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice.
He couldn't trust himself to test his abilities until he was far away from prying eyes, not wanting to bring harm to this world's natural inhabitants in the slightest. While apathetic, he was not one who wanted to cause discomfort for the sake of satiating his curiosity.
Filing away his thoughts of testing himself for a later time, the bluenette soon found himself enjoying the scenery as he made his way closer and closer to the Junes shopping mall, unaware of the figure keeping pace with him just a few feet behind.