Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191001031629/@comment-29194274-20191002014939

So can you give me some time to get home from rehearsal? Thanks.

"Prometheus!" Futaba tosses her mask off her face, and a mini verison of her Persona appears next to her. Prometheus hums in a voice very similar to Futaba as a clawed tentacle extends from her spherical form and picks up the laptop.

" R u n n i n g s c a n s ! " Prometheus chirps in a much voice much like Futaba's but happier in tone. " A n y t h i n g e l s e y o u w a n t d o n e ? I ' m s u r e T e c h n o l o g i c c o u l d b e o f m u c h a s s i s t a n c e, a n d c o u l d m a k e t h i s p r o c e s s m u c h f a s t e r . A n d a c c u r a t e . I t ' l l c e r t a i n l y b e a b l e t o f i g u r e t h i s m a c h i n e o u t , a n d I m u s t a d d t h a t I ' v e n e v e r s e e n a n y s y s t e m s q u i t e l i k e i t ! F i g u r i n g o u t i t s s e c r e t s w i l l b e q u i t e f u n . "

"Hmmmm, you raise a good point. 「TECHNOLOGIC!」" Futaba raises her hand, blue vines invisible to all but Ryuji. Instead of taking the laptop, the vines pick up the phone, and using Technologic's divination ability Futaba begins checking if the information Prometheus is gathering is correct. The pair have switched to muttering to each other in Japanese during this process.