[ he's already tried his best to break out of the capsule, from scratching at it with tiny not-quite-cat paws to using his large head to bust it and although there are some nicely sized cracks forming, he's yet to really escape this second 'jail' of sorts. even with his slingshot and his sword, he's not really willing to use weapons to get out--- who knows if he'll hurt someone just beyond the glass case's walls?
oh well.
hey, maybe he'll get lucky (read: unlucky) with his next idea. despite his cell being small, the silhouette of Mercurius is quite the size difference compared to Morgana. ]
Take... this!
[ big apologies to whoever is passing by! there are two possibilities... a.) get spooked by the shattering of glass as the weakest Miracle Punch barely makes it through, or b.) get smacked in the side by a boxing glove when Miracle Punch works (or doesn't work) in Morgana's favor! ]
III:
[ he's thoroughly convinced he's in someone's Palace, though Morgana is very uncertain as to who it may belong to and why everything is so... odd. regardless, it's the only explanation as to why he's able to maintain his bipedal form and not forced to be a cat--- which is also pretty darn nice. the freedom of having almost hands! it's a joyous and momentous occasion, or would be if he wasn't majorly concerned about locating any of his fellow thieves or worried about getting jumped on by some kind of Shadow.
but anyway.
he's at one of the many carnival game booths. the problem is that he can't reach or look up over the counter, but Morgana is pretty sure it's a shooting game. his specialty! so, when someone looks in his direction, he beckons them over with both paws. ]
Hey, hold me up and I'll win you a prize. You can have any you want! I just need the practice.
[ trust him. he's got great aim and comes with his own slingshot! ]
Morgana | Persona 5 | Projected Example
[ he's already tried his best to break out of the capsule, from scratching at it with tiny not-quite-cat paws to using his large head to bust it and although there are some nicely sized cracks forming, he's yet to really escape this second 'jail' of sorts. even with his slingshot and his sword, he's not really willing to use weapons to get out--- who knows if he'll hurt someone just beyond the glass case's walls?
oh well.
hey, maybe he'll get lucky (read: unlucky) with his next idea. despite his cell being small, the silhouette of Mercurius is quite the size difference compared to Morgana. ]
Take... this!
[ big apologies to whoever is passing by! there are two possibilities... a.) get spooked by the shattering of glass as the weakest Miracle Punch barely makes it through, or b.) get smacked in the side by a boxing glove when Miracle Punch works (or doesn't work) in Morgana's favor! ]
III:
[ he's thoroughly convinced he's in someone's Palace, though Morgana is very uncertain as to who it may belong to and why everything is so... odd. regardless, it's the only explanation as to why he's able to maintain his bipedal form and not forced to be a cat--- which is also pretty darn nice. the freedom of having almost hands! it's a joyous and momentous occasion, or would be if he wasn't majorly concerned about locating any of his fellow thieves or worried about getting jumped on by some kind of Shadow.
but anyway.
he's at one of the many carnival game booths. the problem is that he can't reach or look up over the counter, but Morgana is pretty sure it's a shooting game. his specialty! so, when someone looks in his direction, he beckons them over with both paws. ]
Hey, hold me up and I'll win you a prize. You can have any you want! I just need the practice.
[ trust him. he's got great aim and comes with his own slingshot! ]