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[After a while, the weird becomes ordinary, and the ordinary becomes forgettable. In Yosuke's probably limited experience, that's how it works. First it was the case, then it was the academy - he's optimistic that he'll get used to this universe-hopping thing they get to do now in more or less the same way. It just takes time.

Heck, he might already be adjusting. He only yelps a little bit when his vague sense of disorientation suddenly coalesces around his ankles as so much cold river water.]


Gah, it's freezing! [Forgetting his hospitality for a moment, he splashes his way up the stony riverbank, one hand clumsily thrown up to shield his eyes from the sun.] Oh man, I liked these shoes...

[Once he's past the little stone pier and onto solid ground, he finally allows himself to flop down and start wrestling with his shoelaces. Thank god nobody besides them appears to be hanging around at this time of day, but that only gives him the feeling that some of the discarded Junes carrier bags in the grass are judging him instead.]
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It began, as Yosuke so often did, with a late-night text.

YO
Guess what i heard!
That bookstore in Okina from that one time, they moved locations so there's gonna be a biiiig sale on
U said u didn't have plans this weekend right? Wanna come with??
I swear i wont even try to tell people were on a date
PLZ???
plz


And that, with a little more back and forth wheedling, was that.

But the appointed time came and went like the watery sunlight on the steps of Yasoinaba Station, and Yosuke was nowhere to be found. In itself, this wasn't unusual. The unusual part was the lack of mildly hysterical phone call complaining about wild bears and bemoaning his lot in life to accompany it.

Only about twenty minutes later did a battered-looking yellow bike finally squeak mournfully into the parking lot, carrying an equally harried-looking figure - who, for once in his life, seemed to be pedalling at a sensible speed. How bizarre.
windbreak: (hold it time out)
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1
Wherever you are in the Holy City on the eve of martial law, whatever business you were going about, something catches your attention: a high-pitched yelp, a loud crash, or maybe just the frantic blur of paws. The point is, you are now looking at a small orange dog crawling out from behind an overturned bin. Asgard does have strays, but whether or not you're familiar with the ones in this area, this one might be hard to recognise. Besides, it looks a little too well-groomed to fit in with them even as it scrabbles to remove a discarded paper bag from its head, and a lot too disoriented. And it seems to have a collar -

- wait, is that a collar? Some collars do have stones inset into them, but...

2
One way or another, you have successfully identified the strange dog, which he's pretty relieved by, and life goes on. Unfortunately... well, life goes on, and biological processes with it.

Not necessarily that one, though. This whining and pawing at your ankles could mean anything, after all.

3
The metalworks scattered around town have been getting more and more business as tensions rise and more people sense the need to protect themselves. For the young native woman at this particular shop, today hasn't been too different. But right now it's quiet, so, she's on break: her door is propped wide open, for whatever little respite it offers from the heat of the forge, and she's lounging just outside.

She gives you an amicable nod as you pass by, completely ignoring the small fluffy dog nonchalantly padding up to her from the other side of the street. Sure, you don't usually see many pets or strays in this area, but it's not a suspicious sight or anything, is it?

4
All of a sudden, the door handle you were reaching towards turns by itself and bursts violently outwards.

Once you recover from the surprise or worse, you imagine you can hear a small squeak, which might sound almost apologetic or might just be the canine equivalent of snickering, but you can't see the source. How mysterious.

5
idk look he's a Pomeranian now let's just do this thing
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... There you are!

[Whatever your plans might have been for this cloudy afternoon, they now need to accommodate being literally grabbed by the collar in the middle of town.]

Partner, you gotta help me! It's serious!

[If past events are anything to go by, he might need a moment to calm down. In the meantime, there's no clue to whatever has him so flustered in the quiet street behind him -

- wait, did something orange dart under that bush over there just now?]
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