Persona 3 Mask Novels & Stories

How come this sounds better than the one I gave? [Heart of Amethyst Set] +20 mana regeneration +20% Physical resistance. For now, it's pretty good. Now I have to put it to use! And there we go! This is a perfect match! All I need now is a mirror to see how I look. While the metal mask is a bit uncomfortable, I enjoy using it when my face needs to be hidden. I need to check one more thing now, my human form. What do I need to do to change forms?

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

The mysterious woman removed her mask, revealing her face as she smiled at the room. A woman in a black bodycon dress and a fur over her neck stepped in, she was covering her face with a mask, she swayed her hips as she walked next to Terrone. “Welcome home my forever” Terrone said feigning happiness as he kissed her hand, the strange woman took off her mask as she smiled at all of them.

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

“The color of that dress suits you perfectly.” My cheeks flush with a rosy pink sort of hue, and I’m glad to have the mask covering my face. I glance down at the intricate lacework of my dark blue gown and the delicate Venetian mask that hides my identity. “Thank you,” I reply, my own voice barely more than a whisper as well. “You look handsome as well. I like your mask.” Karl chuckles, reaching up to touch the simple black mask covering half of his face. “You’re sure?” he asks. “I was worried it’s too simple.”

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded. Inside was no chatroom. No stream gallery. No usernames. Instead, it was a gallery of masks. Each mask hovered in a shifting carousel, stylized avatars that represented users. Some were grotesque—stitched leather mouths, eyeless mannequins. Others elegant—gilded Venetian designs with cruel smiles. The more elaborate the mask, the more power its user seemed to wield. At the center of the display was a mask outlined in red. A silver fox.

Only the corridor and the echo of my own soft footfalls. Another door stands slightly ajar. Through the narrow crack, a monitor blinks green. A rhythmic beep keeps time with my heartbeat, a measured metronome. I slow, drawn toward it. My reflection catches in the small square of glass: eyes darker than I remember, hair falling in waves, a faint shimmer of light across my skin. I lift a hand and trace the outline of my face on the glass as if to prove I’m solid.

Inside the car was a person who has his face covered with a mask. "Oh no! Another mask person and she had not been able to know the identity of the masked woman now she had another masked person to deal with." She thought to herself. She gave the person a thorough observation. She was able to have a glimpse of his hands. The right hand was covered with keloid scars probably from burns.probably why he is very well covered. Her eyes traveled to his arms up to his neck and when she reached his masked face. She saw a glimmer of a smile at the side of the mask where the skin is exposed.

could be easily described as a minimum, his visits were short and rare, and in each time he would tell her he couldn’t or won’t be able to visit because he had a lot of work, however, according to Eren, her father barely did his work… Sitting back straightly, Sara noticed that Eren had placed a mask on his face as well, a black one that didn’t exactly match his clothes but definitely matched his unique personality, his enigmatic charm, and mysterious character, the mask was simple, with just continuous patterns decorating it in a very discreet manner. It was a beautiful but bold choice indeed but she didn’t care much about that, for the fact he wore one made her heart flutter as he was annou