Cute. Sounds like you took a shine to her. [That's alright, it sounded similar enough to Hizumi's name he could guess some of the motivation behind it anyway. He eyes the key curiously, closing the lunchbox and stacking it with the others.]
Philemon wants the visitors to have it? Why?
[Philemon...Philemon... Something was nagging him about his involvement, but he couldn't quite...
He pauses in his motions of spooning rice into the bowl, eyes going slightly wide.] ...A golden butterfly.
...That dream I had a few days ago. [Damn, why didn't he realize it sooner? He sets down the rice scoop and bowl, before turning to face Hizumi with a frown.]
There was a golden butterfly in it. It landed on that mirror before it started showing all those things.
[He thinks back to his own dream, his eyes narrowing...]
...The chess game. Visitors were black, and... someone else was white. Black moved according to the rules, but the white pieces did whatever they wanted.
Of course they did. [He leans back on the counter, thinking. They were limited in what they could do, after all, with the mismash of visitors Philemon pulled in and their personas. It was a functional system, but they weren't really a trained, coherent defense force by any means.] White usually moves first.... so they might have an advantage of initiative too. Anything else you noticed?
Sounds like a plan. We should probably figure this out as soon as possible. [He nods, settling down to eat his own breakfast. Today was looking like it was going to be busy-- all the more reason to eat.]
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[At the second part, he'll put down the food he'd gotten, grabbing something out of his pocket and turning to hold it up for Ayumu to see.
It's a small silver key.]
I woke up with this in my hand. Apparently Philemon told her to give it to the first Visitor to show up.
Lucky me, I suppose.
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Philemon wants the visitors to have it? Why?
[Philemon...Philemon... Something was nagging him about his involvement, but he couldn't quite...
He pauses in his motions of spooning rice into the bowl, eyes going slightly wide.] ...A golden butterfly.
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[A shrug. But when Ayumu mentions the butterfly, he's back at attention.]
-? What about it?
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There was a golden butterfly in it. It landed on that mirror before it started showing all those things.
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[Thank you for the warning there, Philemon.]
Wonder what it all is supposed to mean? Watching out for danger is a given, but...
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...Wonder if they had flying whales once, to go with the dolphins...
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It's possible.
[He thinks back to his own dream, his eyes narrowing...]
...The chess game. Visitors were black, and... someone else was white. Black moved according to the rules, but the white pieces did whatever they wanted.
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Nothing in particular. I didn't bother to keep track of the moves - I didn't expect it to be anything significant at the time.
[...Even if a chess figure that looked like him was a rather heavy-handed metaphor.]
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That key might be some sort of tool to help, maybe-- [Or not.] At least, he obviously wanted a visitor to use it somehow. But where? And for what?
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[Jerk.]
I'll keep it with me and see if I can find anything. I wonder if that long-nosed guy knows anything...
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[Considering who gave them the power to use personas in the first place...]
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[Sigh. Look at him being all responsible for once.]
D'you think we should grab Taro and head over later today?
[No need to make the tanuki feel left out.]
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[It's kind of amazing they haven't fired him yet. Must be that super charisma.]