Of course, you belatedly conclude after a bout of thinking, standing around will give you no answers as to your current location.
You once again look down, eyeing the courtyard of man-made polished stone at the entrance of the giant building you stand in.
"Hmm…"
And thus, you make the only sensible decision.
You hold onto your Compendium tightly with both of your arms, it being the most precious of your possessions. ...Not that you have many of those. Barely being able to make out the outlines of the local denizens at this height, you wait until the opportunity presents itself.
And so you leap, steering clear of the ascending spire you were just in, aiming squarely for an empty space in what you see are otherwise busy roads.
The wind screams on your ears, and you're certain you heard the sound of shattering glass, but you pay distractions no mind as the ground comes upon your face.
Two seconds before you touch down, your whole body
twists, feet changing position with your head as your knees bend slightly to dampen the upcoming impact.
You gracefully smash into the ground an instant later, your body consuming most of the force of the impact from what you correctly guessed to be flimsy stone.
...You still end up making a crater, despite your best efforts.
Waving your hand in an attempt to disperse the annoying dust from your vicinity, you do not succeed in the slightest, and you spring out the dent you accidentally made to escape its dark and malicious hold on your vision.
Several highly distressed humans stare at you in what seems to be shock as you walk out of the impact zone, the closest one to you currently sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily and with a trembling hand over his chest.
Your brows knit in confusion. What are they so troubled about? Your landing harmed no one, so they should have no reason to be so rude to you.
A commotion appears to be starting, as several bystanders recover from their hysteria and take out rectangular devices you know to be called 'smartphones', similar to the ones used by the Phantom Thieves in order to access the Metaverse, and point them in your direction.
You give the mortals another strange look as you perceive them through your truest senses, your world briefly pulsing blue in the least intrusive scan you can muster.
Disappointedly, or perhaps logically, you see nothing but the latent and dormant potential of the masses, it's brightness a touch more obscure than usual.
Such a disturbance for so little gain. You shake your head, already crestfallen. Margaret would chastise you, were she here.
...Of course, you have barely explored the surface of this world, and after casting another strange look at the crowd around you, you walk down the steps onto the main street way, quickly leaving them behind.
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Extending your perception far and wide while you stroll the new city, you rapidly get into the heart of the matter, the thing that interests you the most.
Magic.
You and your siblings can't perform what most would constitute as true magic, instead relying on your Personas to do the heavy lifting.
That, however, does not mean you lack 'tricks up your sleeve', as they say.
"Wow, your cosplay's so cool!"
A sigh escapes you at the ridiculous and nonsensical remark of a teenaged girl in your path, and you briskly walk away, focusing back on your much important task.
It seems you are no expert in human behavior, and you will never be, if all of them prove to behave as erratically as the ones you have encountered so far.
Why do they refer to your everyday attire as 'cosplay', and why is your 'cuteness' such a crucial factor in its effectiveness?
You purse your lips as you banish those insidious thoughts from your mind, its journey to fully understanding them an exercise in madness.
A surprisingly strong spiritual presence stops you in your tracks, and you look left to see a much tidier and clean version of the structure you saw in the portals, an alleyway.
You cautiously enter, Grimoire under your left arm and ready to be drawn should anything pose a threat to you.
Of course, your paranoia goes unrewarded, as there is nothing but a portal of noticeable dark magic to another reality, only visible to you thanks to the veritable spiritual bonfire it produces by simply existing.
You eye the blank wall suspiciously, musing on why someone would go to such lengths in order to hide the entrance to another dimension in reality, but not where it
mattered.
Truly, this world is just one conundrum after another.
What do you do?
[] Try to open the gate, then enter.
-[] Forcibly.
--[] With a Persona, duh.
--[] Punch it?
--[] Something else?
-[] Carefully.
--[] Pour some energy into it.
--[] Something else?
[] Don't open it.
-[] Then do something else?
[] Write In.
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This update took a will of its own, apparently. Please remember that creative and logical solutions are preferred, and that the options above aren't guaranteed to open the barrier.
