Bellow High Gymnasium, PAR-TAY Mode [Monday Evening]
Wizard. Pirate. Cop. Phoenix Ranger. Nothing.
That last one wasn't to say that the guy was wearing nothing1 or wearing a costume representing the concept of "nothing."2 He just had no costume. Some guys were just like that, somehow - they felt the obligation to show up to a costume party but still wouldn't dress up. Strange. This particular one looked familiar, though. One of his classmates, perhaps?
...the guy from last night! That was him. The group had gotten a couple of wanderers into the court over the past weeks, but none had actually stuck around. It was kinda lucky for them, actually - the Court was stable as it was, so it was best that nobody else had to risk their rear ends. Not so lucky for this one, if his outburst in class and approach just now were anything to go by.
"Hey, can I have a word with you?" the last-night-guy asked, looking pretty directly at Sigmund. Yup, definitely not so lucky. He began to stammer out something halfsensical about making sure that last night hadn't been some sort of Mischief Night prank. Sigmund shook his head in response and wiped the bit of punch from his chin that he had been trying to get to emulate blood. Apparently he was going to have to break the news. Not usually his thing, but -
"Okay, so, Kevin?"
"Levin. Cool. So there's a good answer to that, but here is the wrong place for it. Follow me a bit." Trying to act as collected and veteran-ish as he could3, he lead the other classmate out the main doors and down one of the campus paths. Most people were heading toward the party rather than away from it right now, so hopefully whatever got overheard could be attributed to video game or movie talk. Once the two were clear of the crowd about the doorway, Sigmund started speaking at length, stopping only to answer aside questions when he could and shrug when he couldn't.
"So, here's the deal. You saw those shadowy creature-things last night, right? Of course you did, or else you wouldn't be asking. Those're shadows - they're bad juju. They've been causing that Apathy Syndrome that's been going around. Thing is, they only show up at a certain time of night. Other thing is, most people're asleep that time of night or their brains just skip right over it. Yeah, it's weird, just consider it the witching hour and stick with me for a sec. We don't know why, but some of us can actually stay awake through the Court of Miracles - that's what our boss calls the shadow hour. That kinda gives us the option of trying to get rid of them, since nobody else really can. It's not quite as dangerous as it sounds - being able to stay active through the Court means that you can summon a Persona - spirit guardian, familiar, whatever you wanna call it - which is cool and all, but it only sticks around for the dark hour. You saw us use those? ...no? Well, bottom line is, they're on our side. Super useful. Makes fighting shadows a whole lot easier. Thing is, now that you've seen it all, you've kinda got a choice to make."
Ready to finish off his spiel, Sigmund turned on his heel and jumped onto a nearby rock, flourishing his cape a bit for effect and barely managing to keep his balance. He raised the right side of his cape and explained,
"You can join us. Fight the shadows, help get rid of Apathy Syndrome, break through to the heavens and all that jazz. Nobody else to remember us, a bit dangerous, but a pretty rare chance. Or..." he raised the left side, "you can just walk away. Ignore the Court long enough, it'll start ignoring you, you'll forget the whole thing and life goes back to average. Probably the safest option for your personal health." Sigmund now hopped down from his perch, letting his cape bellow out slightly and standing eye-to-eye with Levin.
"'Course, you don't have to choose right away. You want in by midnight, talk to the school Pharmacist. Should be in the gym, dressed like a mummy, I think. You don't know, you can think it over as long as you need to. You want out, you don't have to do a thing. No shame in any choice." Giving him a firm nod, Sigmund thumped his classmate on the shoulder and left him to think, slowly wandering back to his spot near the front of the party.
Yeah, that had gone all right.
1 Which would be impressively gutsy, but liable to get one kicked out at best and arrested at worst.
2 Which would be downright near impossible.
3 Which would be, on a scale from one to ten, only mostly convincing.