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Midway through the week, once Makoto has found speakers that were compatible with his little music player, even if he'd had to find a new cord for it to work it all out, he sent out a text to Wing:

Got some speakers. We could go train or something and set up my music so you can hear the music from my world. Up for it?

That was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise. His little communication device gives him a blip and pulls his attention, and the message on his screen gives him a smile. It isn't long before he'll reply.

I am. That sounds wonderful. When and where should I meet you?

The Perimeter Guard building sound good?

He didn't mind the location, really. At least there they had the space to play the music without disturbing anyone and Makoto could more easily display his Persona. Without disturbing anyone in a much less acceptable manner.

It does. I can be there soon. I'm not far from it right now.

Not far at all. He can be there in a matter of minutes if he really wanted, but he'll take a leisurely walk over there when Makoto decides.

In the mean time, Makoto would head there and hook up the speaker and his music player. He even set Burn My Dread to start playing before Wing could get there. And the start stretching.

It wasn't a chance he got often before heading into Tartarus. They usually didn't waste time since it was only there for an hour. And their muscles still ached after because of the strain of being active during the Dark Hour.

He's not familiar with the music he hears as he approaches, but it's different and interesting enough. Anything, he would give at least one chance. Primus knew he'd been given more than one in his own time. There's a smile on him as he nears, seeing the human stretching as he had come to know their kind would do before an exercise. These people fascinate him to no end.

"Is it going well?"

He certainly didn't miss Wing's approach and he looked up to him with a grin as he finished one of his stretches. It briefly crossed his mind that it must be so much easier if you didn't have to stretch. Which made him wonder if Wing had an pre-exercise habits or needs.

"Pretty well, yeah. What about you? Everything good?"

A nod and he slows to a stop an amicable distance away, giving them good space for whatever they should do without having to yell across distances. "Very much so. The patrol this evening went well and I've thought to spend the rest of my day about. What will you be showing me today?"

"Glad to hear that." He gave him a smile and stretched his arms over his head a bit, buying himself an extra moment or two to think about how to approach the situation that was his Personae.

"I figure, since we'll be working together, you should probably meet Orpheus and Messiah. The only problem is that summoning them... is a little uncomfortable for other people."

Without anything more to do, he nodded. "I like to keep an open mind. I don't have a feeling that you'll frighten me away with their introduction, but we're to work together. We should know each other."

A slow nod, and his hand hovered over his Evoker's holster for a moment before he unclipped it and drew it out.

"Those of us in SEES call this an Evoker. We can't summon a Persona without the reminder of death since what we do always comes with that threat. We have to be accepting of death."

He wanted the explanation out of the way at least so that there wouldn't be too much worry as he raised the Evoker to his head and pulled the trigger with a muttered 'Orpheus' just before a pale blue fog enveloped him and Orpheus appeared behind him, lyre in hand.

"This is Orpheus, Master of Strings."

Even for his limited experience with humans, what this one takes from his waist reminds him an awful lot of a gun, a manner of projectile weapon at the least. While he can appreciate and respect that this human, and whatever SEES is or stands for, must always remember that a fight may bring the end of a life - he himself has always trained under that notion, when life is so precious to him and to those he stayed with - the manner in which Makoto executes the command is a little... unnerving.

Does it hurt? Does the human kill himself, in a way, to bring out his warrior? Not that the warrior itself isn't impressive. Technology like this doesn't exist even in his own world, so it's a surprise all over again to see it appear. But Wing does flinch slightly, one hand twitching toward Makoto in an effort to offer aid when none is needed, to see him pull the trigger.

Once he's certain Makoto is okay, he turns his attention toward the Persona. "Incredible. I will admit, that was startling to see you call... this being forth." Now that he knows what to expect, it won't pull his attention sideways if they do need to fight together. "Hello, Orpheus."

It was usually unnerving to the other members of SEES as well, especially when they first started. That was the point though, and Makoto had never been afraid of death. At least, he hadn't been for a long time.

It didn't hurt though, even as Makoto's head snapped to the side after he pulled the 'trigger.' He did sometimes wish he had it as easy as Yu and his team did. Cards seemed much easier than worrying about what other people might think.

"Greetings." Came Orpheus' reply, with a dip of his head, but his voice came from the speaker in his abdomen than anything else.

"They're, ah, not very talkative. Especially Orpheus. Thanatos just kind of screamed the first time I accidentally summoned him."

This was an experience, to be certain, that he had not had before in all of his time, but the newness of it was refreshing almost, if not for the way that the Persona had to be invoked. He nodded back to Orpheus, then turned his attention back to Makoto for the moment.

"Oh? Is he... a part of you? I'm afraid I don't fully understand."

It would be so much easier if he could summon his like Yu did. Crushing a card was so much easier than convincing someone that no, he didn't have a death wish.

"Kind of. The way Igor explained it is that a Persona is a manifestation of a users psyche. Kind of a mask that protects us through hardships.

"I have the Wild Card ability, so I can use all sorts of Persona while everyone else is limited to just one."

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Certainly less startling! But he'll be far more prepared for it now and all the more glad for it if an emergency ever does arise. He nods, looking the Persona over and still not quite wrapping his head around the concept, though he'll take it at face value for now.

"So he is you, but he isn't at the same time. You said he wasn't very talkative." He looks to Makoto, then back to Orpheus again. "I feel a little rude, speaking of him like this, not addressing him."

And that's what he wanted, really. He didn't want, or need, the Perimeter Guard as a whole thinking he had some problems that should have kept him off the Guard. Or trying to prevent him from summoning a Persona.

"Not really. None of them are, except the first time Orpheus heeded my call." He turned his head, smiling, and Orpheus fades away. "Since they're just a part of us. And, in mythology, Orpheus lost the ability to speak anyway."

There's a mythology he isn't familiar with but it's intriguing. Everything about this world and the way this human works with his abilities intrigues him, if he's honest. He watches the Persona disappear, much like the holograms he is so used to in his own world, then turns back to Makoto.

"That's extraordinary, it is. I haven't seen him fight for you, but I know you trust him, being a part of who you are. What I have won't be able to just appear and disappear at will, so I don't foresee startling you. Just simple blades."

He'd have to find some books about it sometime to show Wing. Or maybe ebooks, regular pages would be too much of a pain to turn for how large he is.

"He's kind of limited, since he was the first Persona to heed my call, but he'll use his lyre as a weapon or he sets things on fire for me. He saved me a few times with that. And if I had Apsaras with me, he could heal wounds but Messiah can handle that now."

Burn Our Dread

Wing!

yay!

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