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Who: Akechi and Sumire
What: Ghost hunting
When: Mid-October
Where: Prufrock

[ Akechi hadn't been intending to lean too much into this whole Hunter thing, preferring instead to tinker with the idea of establishing himself as a private investigator.

And then the first job he gets involves someone asking him to lean into this whole Hunter thing anyway.

Well, fine. It figures the two professions would end up intertwined in a place like this. It works out in the end since there's someone else he thinks needs a 101 on how things might work here. Akira he trusts to figure things out on his own but Sumire...

Well, even now he feels somewhat responsible for making sure that she's not left to fend for herself. So shortly before nightfall on a chilly October afternoon he stands in the foyer of his home, pulling on his gloves even though he knows for a fact it's not going to be entirely relevant once they get started. Once Sumire joins him, he greets her with nothing more than a simple: ]

Ready?

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I thought it might be similar to how the Metaverse functions. Thinking something should behave a certain way means it will behave that way.

Someone here got worked up about the festivities and willed a facsimile of Kuchisake-onna into existence - and the pervasive belief that wearing a mask will ward off monsters overwrote the normal rules for dealing with her. That's my theory.

[ Akechi rounds a corner as he explains, taking them off the main road and down a narrower, darker side street. He doesn't outwardly seem to mind the change in atmosphere, but his mind has already turned to the possibility of combat. Thus: ]

Have you tried summoning your Persona since you arrived?

[virtuosital]

[She looks thoughtful-- when she'd first been in the Metaverse, and really through most of her time in it, she hadn't taken much time to understand how it worked, having too much else on her mind to worry about it. What she did remember, at least...] That's why prop weapons worked as real ones there, right? Because we thought they would, and enemies thought they were real. In the same way, someone thought up a Kuchisake-onna, so one is here now, but not completely to the letter of how stories explain them.

[She hums at the question.] I did try, but I couldn't call her.