Twenty-two people sat in Leblanc, sipping on coffee and enjoying the atmosphere of the small cafe. Some chatted among one another, groups of two or three people gathering in places to gossip about their acquaintances or perhaps to complain about their exams coming up in only two short weeks. It was a Sunday, and you all felt fairly comfortable on such a lazy day. No school, none of you worked full time, and you were able to just sit back and relax. Even the owner of the cafe, seemingly slaving away at a hot stove to make curry for you all, seemed to enjoy having people over.
Someone in the room glanced at the TV, and then turned the volume higher. It still couldn't be heard well, but conversation's gradually died down as people began to listen in.
"...56 people died today as an oil tanker's driver mysteriously passed out at the wheel. His vehicle drifted into the opposite lane and the subsequent crash resulted in a car catching fire, igniting the tanker and killing most everyone involved in the crash. This event is linked with the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, an upstart group who gained national recognition last month whe-" the TV cut out, and you assumed it was someone turning it off, but the lights in the room cut off too. And the music. Someone gasped, and a light filled the room from the ceiling.
"Well, isn't this a conundrum?" A voice said, seemingly from nowhere, but coming from everywhere at once. "Well, I think.. we should play a game." You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, and it snaps back shut. You can't open it. It is almost as if your lips have been sewn together in an instance, and you look around and see the other patrons - your friends, people you knew - clutching their faces as if the same thing just happened to them.
"The Phantom Thieves are in this room, you see. And each one of you has a.. problem. Your hearts aren't pure. In fact, they are very dark. Who's to say they won't come after you next?" He - at least you think it is a he - chuckles, and the light goes brighter.
"If you don't want to end up like Mr. Tanker Driver on the television, I suggest you play in my game. Not like you have a choice anyways. You will each be transported from here to.. a place, call it another world if you will, where you will be forced to root out which one of you silly geese are the Phantom Thieves. If you manage to do it, they will die. But you will be saved. If you don't manage to do it, well, I guess the Phantom Thieves would say the world is a better place now, right?"
You hear a snap, almost like someone snapped their fingers, and the cafe disappears. In it's place, the subways of Tokyo, dimly lit, with black veins and a red substance eerily similar to blood covering the walls. There are twenty-one other souls hear with you, and the bright light is gone. But the voice speaks once more.
"I will bring you back to the real world at night.. but every single day from this moment on, you will be brought here, until you figure out who the Phantom Thieves are... or until they deal with you however they see fit. After all, I wasn't lying when I said some of your hearts could use some cleaning up."
And then it was you. With almost two dozen other people. In a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. How would this play out?
6. Monika - Town Manipulator?
8. Dark Link Reigns
21. Bolero of Fire
If you, at any point in this game, claim a character or claim an Arcana, you will be modkilled. You are welcome to discuss them - what each arcana entails - but any hints as to what you are will result in a modkill.
You can role claim as normal.
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