June 17th
                              Madran arrived back at the Velvet Room on the sultry Friday afternoon to find only Philemon sitting down and messing around with tarot cards.
                              "Hey, Philemon, what's up?"
                              "Oh, you're here. Well, I have both good and bad news."
                              "Uh, bad news first."
                              "Mitsuru told Ulala, who told Maya, who told me, that she would be awaiting your final decision tomorrow."
                              "Tomorrow?"
                              "Yes. She said that due to what you had told Makoto, she would have no choice but at face you. Madran, I must ask you..."
                              Philemon looked to Madran.
                              "Answer this honestly, please. Do you want one of us to accompany you when you face Mitsuru?"
                              "Huh? No, I don't. All I really want is a chakra persona with healing abilities aside from Decarabia."
                              "I see. Then, have this."
                              Philemon gave Madran a card that had the symbol of the Hanged Man Arcana on one side. When she flipped it over, she saw that it was a man fully clothed in brown mummy-like wrappings with detached legs and arms, a small dagger, a face that had green and white skin and had a sad look to it, and two small horns from the top of his head.
                              "Who's this?"
                              "Attis."
                              "Oh, right. Dharma!"
                              Madran then summoned Dharma.
                              "Ok..."
                              Madran then brought Attis forth.
                              "You seem to have put me in other hands, master. What is your wish, young maiden?"
                              "Join me!"
                              "I see."
                              Attis then went inside the third chakra.
                              "Ok, thanks!"
                              "You're very welcome. Attis has a few buffing skills, as well as Recarmdra, Mediarahan, and an instakill move. I know not how Mudo or Hama works with this new setup, or how potent the healing is, but nonetheless, I wish you luck."
                              "Yeah. I hope that Mitsuru leaves me alone after this..."
                              "We can only hope and pray. Oh, someone's coming."
                              Philemon then looked over to see Maya walking through her door.
                              "Oh, hey, you two."
                              "Hi, Maya. How are ya?"
                              "Kinda annoyed. Uh, at Mitsuru."
                              "I mean, anything new?"
                              Maya chuckled and sat down.
                              "Hey, Madran, I've been thinking."
                              "What?"
                              "Do you have an idea for your super-special move for your persona?"
                              "Huh? Like what?"
                              "Like, uh, Crescent Mirror, or Twinkle Nebula."
                              "No, not really. I kinda already have the whole chakra persona thing, so an entirely new special skill may not be necessary. I mean, almighty magic is cool and all, but, I mean, you catch my drift, right?"
                              "I see. I mean, that's ok. The whole chakra thing is kinda new to me, mainly because I've never really seen something like that before, and, like, I like unique, and you're probably the most interesting persona-user I've seen since Tatsuya."
                                      
                                   
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Working With Phantoms
FanfictionWhen Philemon suddenly gets better, Madran takes The Bodacious Babes and goes for their next target, Kamoshida. There, she finally finds the Trickster, but realizes that all is not gold. As she continues her conquest throughout the Metaverse, Madran...
 
                                               
                                                  