[ Ren glances uncertainly between Ryuji and the blond stranger, intuiting his role in saving Ryuji from himself in the moments before Ren's arrival. While he'd prefer to keep their abilities underwraps, they don't have much of a choice at the moment, and if their masks are returning there is the distinct possibility that they will be able to access the Metaverse in some capacity. What would be important is to not draw a line explicitly from their masks to the hearts being changed, when it comes down to it.
Exhaling softly, Ren looks worriedly over the the ruin Ryuji's palms have become, his own hovering steadily underneath, cautious to touch. One last probing look is sent at the stranger before he wades into any Persona-related talk. ]
Without your commands Seiten Taisei probably doesn't know he's doing it. He's defending himself.
[ Or that's the best conclusion Ren can come up with for now. But considering he's defending himself from himself this is a problem that needs solving now, before anyone else gets accidentally electricuted.
He takes Ryuji's hands carefully in his, keeping the palms turned up. ]
Stay still.
[ Whew. This'll be the easy part, he hopes. Like riding a bike.
Grey eyes flash a brief glowing yellow, and in the next instant a white birdlike mask familiar to Ryuji grows out of a scattering of blue flames framing the top of Ren's face. ]
Cybele.
[ The flames explode again, sweeping the mask off and up into the faint shape of a lithe, horned woman behind him. Her blue-purple hands twirls the thin blades held in either hand and they're crossed before her.
It backlights Ren's head, time seeming to still briefly until a flurry of motion emanates from their hands, blue sparks passing into Ryuji's hands and not so much knitting the skin back together as reversing the fiery burst of the lightning itself, starting on the outside and drawing slowly back inward until no mark remains.
Ren presses his thumbs in, seemingly satisfied with his work if the quiet smile playing around his mouth is any indication. ]
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Exhaling softly, Ren looks worriedly over the the ruin Ryuji's palms have become, his own hovering steadily underneath, cautious to touch. One last probing look is sent at the stranger before he wades into any Persona-related talk. ]
Without your commands Seiten Taisei probably doesn't know he's doing it. He's defending himself.
[ Or that's the best conclusion Ren can come up with for now. But considering he's defending himself from himself this is a problem that needs solving now, before anyone else gets accidentally electricuted.
He takes Ryuji's hands carefully in his, keeping the palms turned up. ]
Stay still.
[ Whew. This'll be the easy part, he hopes. Like riding a bike.
Grey eyes flash a brief glowing yellow, and in the next instant a white birdlike mask familiar to Ryuji grows out of a scattering of blue flames framing the top of Ren's face. ]
Cybele.
[ The flames explode again, sweeping the mask off and up into the faint shape of a lithe, horned woman behind him. Her blue-purple hands twirls the thin blades held in either hand and they're crossed before her.
It backlights Ren's head, time seeming to still briefly until a flurry of motion emanates from their hands, blue sparks passing into Ryuji's hands and not so much knitting the skin back together as reversing the fiery burst of the lightning itself, starting on the outside and drawing slowly back inward until no mark remains.
Ren presses his thumbs in, seemingly satisfied with his work if the quiet smile playing around his mouth is any indication. ]