My new home (transitioning post)

Tykal looked around his new living quarters. It looked similar to a nice dorm room than what he expected. It was somewhat spacious albeit minimalist in design. The white florescent lights hurt his eyes but fortunately his room had a dimmer switch. Tykal turned it down some examining his new home. There were holoscreens by a keyboard on the desk. A plain bed and small nightstand. The walls were that same dingy grey. This troubled Tykal. There was no essence of life here. His room in his world was calming. Soft tan walls, cherrywood floors, and vines that crawled from the massive pots in the corners of the room carefully guided up to the ceiling and around the roof on strings. The window provided dim and soft lighting for his various plants. Even the desk in his new quarters lacked the charm of his humble wooden computer desk. No rugs, no plants, not even a poster or calendar. This room lacked life. Tykal felt more uncomfortable here than he did in the halls. At least there the rust added color and effect. The hum of machinery whispered in the distance amplified by the rooms general emptiness. "I've got to get out of here" Tykal muttered to himself.

He walked to his bed and sat down. It was hardly comfortable in comparison to what he was used to. He was so tired though it didn't matter. He normally would've cleaned himself up but he seemed to lack clothes that weren't destroyed already. He decided he'd at least use the sink to wash his face and arms that were covered in soot and dried blood from the scrapes on his arms. When Tykal left the bathroom he saw folded clothes on his bed. A pair of jeans and a black button up shirt. He looked around, he didn't hear anyone come in. He opened the door and looked down the hall seeing several Waddle-Dees waddling about. Perhaps it was one of them. They did seem to be the ships little helpers. Tykal closed the door getting changed.

After changing Tykal examined himself in the mirror. The clothing left on his bed surprisingly fit perfectly and with a now washed body he at least felt better. He looked at his arm. The module that sat on it left a strange weight he'd have to grow accustomed to. He was happy to received a persona plug of his own. He was worried when he couldn't call on Agni any longer. Given that in the first hour of him being on the ship was nothing but fight after fight, being without a persona meant he was defenseless. He examined his module before whispering, "Stolas" to himself.

He didn't recall the others actually talking to their Personas. He certainly would've noticed if any of them went to 'That' place. Perhaps his plug was different or the surgery made the link stronger or something. Tykal didn't know what to think of Stolas. He didn't take kindly to be called 'Selfish Human' by him either. Regardless Tykal apparently had the choice to not forge a pact with him, so what happens now was Tykals own fault. He looked in the mirror again seeing a transparent silhouette of Stolas behind him for just a second before it disappeared. Tykal shook his head in disbelief bringing his hand up to his brow. "You know Agni never did any of this craziness" he said aloud as if Stolas could hear him. Maybe his plug was defective. He wondered if he should talk with the others about their plugs. Were they also seeing their personas and having strange dreams about talking to them?

Tykal recalled the endless ocean of flowers and marble walkways from his dream. The massive statue of the man holding a large tome with a raven at his feet and an owl on his shoulder. Most of all he remembered the rain of black feathers that seemed to cloud the sky. The dream seemed so real. Tykal could feel the soft cool breeze wrap around him and smell the fragrance of the flowers. The texture of the feathers as they rolled off him onto the ground. He even recalled the voice of his Persona being eerie and cold sending shivers up his spine. It had to be a dream.

Tykal continued to stare into the mirror contemplating the myriad of things on his mind. His meditation was broke by the sound of the Drop Bear entering the room. It had a hammock in the closet to retire in since it was deemed that they'd be sharing a room. Tykal paid it no mind deciding he just needed some air to calm his mind. Maybe even a cup of tea if they happened to have it on this ship. "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit." he said to the Drop Bear before walking out of his quarters into the corridors. Even in these long hallways, he felt like he was walking a busy street passing Waddle-Dees. He remembered hearing there was a bar on the ship. Perhaps he could get something to drink there and perhaps it wouldn't be so crowded.

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To Be continued at the Mermaids Tear