messiah

minato arisato (persona 3) affiliated with citta alveare

[bereavedbelle-deactivated202007]

Food is rare. Chocolate is basically diamond.

Maybe that’s why Wendy’s found staring at someone else, with no regard to their own comfort. Well, she’s mainly staring at the small, delicious treat in their hands. She’s still got some manners- she’s not going to go up and steal it, or anything! But… she will keep staring, scheming about what if she went up and stole it.

The smooth delicious outside, the warming inside, the sweet relishing effect on her tongue…

Yes, she’s staring, wide eyes and all. And she’s a little bit… dazed?

@foolpotential

[foolpotential-blog]

Minato definitely notices the wide eyed girl staring at him; or rather, at his acquisition. 

No. This is his chocolate, dammit.

Unless she was dying of hunger or something... he could probably let her have it then, but she didn’t look extremely malnourished. Maybe a little, but if she were, she’d be better off eating something with more nutritional value.

Just let him eat his junk food without a guilty conscience.

[koshukeimajishan-deactivated201]

[ ◈ ] With the bitter realization that this ‘version’ of Minato Arisato wasn’t the very same Fool that had died to protect them all. Now he was wondering if Minato had witnessed his death that was nullified by Chidori. There was just far too many questions bubbling in his chest that wanted to escape out of his lips to make themselves known. But the fear of losing the Fool once more ran so deep in the Magician’s soul — or rather the Magician & Hanged Man’s soul. He gulped for a few moments as he continued to stare at his boss.

      “B-boss! I didn’t mean to get so startled by you being here! I thought you would be back home! Man, this place is really a damn mystery! I ran into like….an older version of Akihiko-senpai! Now I run into my own leader! So found any good panties to take a snap shot of?”

[foolpotential-blog]

“Yeah... I wish.”

He leans back, hands in his pockets as Junpei starts backpedaling into his unmistakably Junpei gig. Nothing out of the ordinary there--

Except...?

“An older Akihiko-senpai...?”

Minato can’t help it; his mind immediately begins to conjure up mental images of his senior, several years older. All that training had to have paid off, by then...

It’s not bad. He’s just caught himself wondering if his vision is similar to the real thing.

He’d have to try and find out, if only to sate his own curiosity. 

“None.”

[nemure-deactivated20200812]

☙ evoke THIS

[nemure-deactivated20200812]

Nemu knit her brows together at his answer. How could he not understand the fundamentals of the killing game? There had to be a dictator, unless the battle royale was still raging—and all she’d seen so far was peace and quiet. Well, as quiet as a booming city could be.

“You’re not playing the game?” she asked, uncertain of how to phrase her question otherwise. Lowering her gaze to his neck, she was further surprised to not see the same collar she was wearing. This didn’t make any sense. Had the rules changed while they were locked in the underground facility?

Frustrated in more ways than one, Nemu lowered the evoker to an empty spot of concrete. She pulled the trigger and felt a slight kickback that was easily diffused between both of her hands. Otherwise… nothing happened. No bullet buried itself in the ground. She’d been ready to say “That will be your head next if you don’t answer me,” but the result quieted her and increased her confusion.

“…Oh,” she said quietly, peering at the gun in amazement. She turned it over in her hands. “You’re carrying a fake gun? How useless.” Her body rigid but prideful, she stepped forward to hand it to him. Afterward, she resumed the short distance between them and crossed her arms. She looked uncomfortable.

“Is this city not involved in another killing game?” 

[foolpotential-blog]

“No?”

He doesn’t even know what ‘the game’ is. How is he supposed to answer her? As he ponders he notices the girl aim his evoker at the ground.

“Hey, wait--”

But by the time he attempts to get her attention, she’s already fired it. Seems like nothing happened... he always kind of wondered what would occur if a ‘normal’ person fired it. At least he knows, now? Kind of boring, though he wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary.

As she hands his evoker back he thanklessly slips it back into its holster, a little grateful she hasn’t tried to grab anything else of his. Minato would definitely watch her a little more closely, now.

“It’s a long story.”

“And what do you mean by that...? ‘Killing game?’”

There has to be more to it than she’s said. Whether she chooses to elaborate is up to her, of course, but he’ll tell his story if she tells hers.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them.

No matter what they may be, my muse will spill all.

[foolpotential-blog]

Another extremely eventful day for Minato as he relaxes on the futon and manages to fall asleep with his cell phone on his chest.

He didn’t exactly have anything planned, anyway.

[nemure-deactivated20200812]

☙ evoke THIS

Running back to Rokukeikan Academy had never taken her here before. The researchers at the facility had never used false names before. Just taking a step out into this sprawling city was dizzying—it was only a new playground for the researchers to make her miserable in, but it was vast and not like anything she’d been forced into prior. Nemu closed her eyes against the noise and tried to breathe.

Her heart beat erratically in her chest as she forced her body to move. Rather than her usual confident strides, unease forced her to move like a puppet. No one was killing so far. There was no destruction, no fighting, no disorder whatsoever. It only served to increase her confusion, but it didn’t water down her resolve.

A few blocks later, Nemu decided to act rather than wait. She was passed in front of a restaurant with a single young man sitting at an outside table. His back was to the sidewalk. There: she could see a gun on him. He didn’t look any older or more powerful than her, but the killing game went on. 

Quietly, she stepped up beside him and leaned over, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder, whispering affectionately into his ear. “Honey…”

As the sweet petname left her mouth, her fingers pried gently at the holster of his gun. Once they wrapped around the grip of the gun itself, she let go of him and shot back, the weapon in her hand. She raised it and held it steady, pointed at his head from a short distance. “Tell me who the dictator is here,” she asked, the saccharine tone from before gone completely. “Why is no one fighting?”

[foolpotential-blog]

Minato’s just trying to mind his own business, really, and so far he’s been doing well in that regard, seated at a table out on the sidewalk. He’s a little fixated on eating, more than halfway finished with his burger. It sits on the far edge of the crinkled paper, a modest pile of fries in the center. Poking at them meekly, he grabs a few, fully intending to eat them--

And then immediately drops them back onto the paper with a waxy, subtle crash as he’s touched from behind by someone whose voice he’s never heard. It happens so quickly he doesn’t even have time to jerk his head around, a jolt of sudden panic rushing through his body.

He pivots on his rear, legs swinging around to fully face the direction his assailant had come from. For a moment Minato doesn’t even recognize the mouth of the barrel of his own evoker; it’s been a while since he’s felt fear, even a small burst like this.

Her words, sharp and demanding, only serve to confuse him.

“What? Dictator?”

The way things were suddenly imposed on them sometimes, he might as well have been living in a dictatorship, but... there was no dictator he’d ever heard of, not formally. It wasn’t even that bad.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He thinks for a moment, perusing his mind for an afterthought.

“I wouldn’t go looking for a fight, either. But I guess that’s just me.”

He’s fully realized by now that she has his evoker, but telling her it’s not a functional weapon isn’t a top priority. She’d figure that out quickly enough, if fighting was a concern.

[iimpulsiveredclad-deactivated20]

@foolpotential

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   “Sometimes I have no idea what you humans are thinking about. With a deadpan looks like yours.”

[foolpotential-blog]

“I’m not thinking about anything, don’t worry.”

He’s just going to ignore the fact that he responded to an overgrown talking turtle. That’d be for the best, he thinks.

[koshukeimajishan-deactivated201]

@foolpotential

[ ◈ ] Not even expecting to see his boss ( the Fool he served under ) alive and well right in the open of this city, the one who held the Magician arcana was stunned. He was unable to process it in his mind as he choked out a question — more like a whimper of the name that seemed forbidden to say for such a long time: “Minato?”

[foolpotential-blog]

He hadn’t been expecting to see Junpei either, not at all; aside from Fuuka, there weren’t really very many familiar faces in this place, and he hadn’t quite made any new friends yet. Would he ever?

Well, he kind of had to, eventually... if things worked here similarly as they did in his own world, anyway. He was relieved to see his fellow SEES member, his features betraying a grin. 

Once he noticed how the other boy had processed his appearance, however, it quickly slid off his face.

“Junpei...?”

He’d seemed a little... different? Minato had been expecting a gleeful greeting, even a joke or two. That’d definitely be typical of Junpei, but humor appeared to be the last thing on his mind.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

[consecutivenormalpunches-blog]

because why not

Was it a coincidence that these two souls met one another?

Maybe. Maybe not. As contrived as it was for Saitama to walk into a convenience store at the same exact time as one Arisato Minato, it happened and he crushed his glove against the metal handle of the door while trying to squeeze on by.

Stubbing his dominant hand like this was not how he expected to go down. Crippled by the pain of first world problems, Saitama dropped to his knees and idly remembered to himself that most convenience stores had cameras pointed at the exits. Ah. So his defeat had been recorded. Even better.

“Why do bad things happen to good people?”

@foolpotential

[foolpotential-blog]

After everything he’s experienced up to this point, more than one person would probably argue that fate had it in for him. Thankfully, he wasn’t the guy who just stoved his hand on the door handle of the store he was about to walk into.

So that was a little reassuring.

“Beats me.”

The way the man was reacting, it looked like he’d been struck down by something brutal. Minato felt kind of sorry for him; he extended his hand, reaching out in an attempt to help him back up.

“Sorry.”

[foolpotential-blog]

“You can celebrate Pocky Day by yourself, right?”

As it stands he’d need a very, very good reason to consider sharing his box.

[dralphys-archived-blog]

@foolpotential

“Um… Hello there! I was just wondering… Is there a spider bakesale going on? Since there is… er, a lot of spiders right now.” It kind of made Alphys want some spider cider herself.

[foolpotential-blog]

A... talking lizard? He’s not really sure what to make of her, but she seems nice enough. 

“Spider bake sale?”

There were a lot of spiders, but Minato wasn’t aware that they gathered for any particular reason, especially not for baking. Spiders could bake?

If so, this changed everything.

He could let them live in the dorm in exchange for baked goods, maybe. Unless this was a different species of spider? A rare species of baking spider... he mentally shrugs. If a lizard could speak, spiders could probably bake.

[oracleabuser]

It was tiring, running like this all the time, but here she was. Running. Running to the only person she’s ever run this much to. Silently, she thanked him for being such a slow person, not moving from his spot.

Each time she felt Orpheus, it was different. The Persona was never the same; the abilities were different, and perhaps even it’s stats. But she could tell each of them were different, although subtle. Just because of that, she couldn’t simply bring up past encounters, or past happenings with the Fool. 

All she could do was cry.

And that’s what she was doing, right this moment, in front of the boy. He hadn’t paid attention to her coming, so the expression on his face was full of surprise. It was very likely she’d spill the beans about his previous incarnations and their adventures, but even so, he wouldn’t understand. Fuuka just let the tears fall, and punched him in the chest. It was a weak one, but it was still enough to knock him back a step or two.

“Where’ve you been?”

[foolpotential-blog]

“Why are you crying? It hasn’t been that long... has it?”

It feels like just yesterday she was there in the dorm with him and the others, relaying statistics and advising caution when she believed certain fights would be rough when they traveled to the domain of Shadows. Fuuka’s voice was gentle yet unwavering, and he heard that same tone even in her apparent sadness; he punctuated her strike with a small ‘oof,’ staggering backwards a bit and recollecting himself before shuffling right back to his original place.

Where has he been? That’s a good question.

“Lost,” Minato decides, and it’s not entirely an untruthful answer. If he wasn’t eating or sleeping here, odds are he was probably wandering about. At least in his own world he had found a purpose, a reason to exist...

Even if Fuuka was the only one of his classmates here, perhaps he could find that reason again.

[foolpotential-blog]

For being the adept and brilliant leader his teammates often described him as, Minato was feeling particularly lackluster lately. He’d been in this city for a little while now... familiar faces seemed to have come and gone. Without his companions, what was he supposed to do...? There wasn’t a school to go to, and there certainly was no Dark Hour or Tartarus to investigate. 

Yeah, he could feel that depression he’d become so familiar with creeping back up on him. At least Shadows were tangible, physical things he could fight with his own strength, but this... it wasn’t a battle he could wage alone. There wasn’t anyone left to fight for, was there?

Or maybe there was. His classmates would refuse to have him think otherwise, he knew that much. It was almost as if he could feel their presence here, somewhere--

Somewhere extremely close. Like, practically right in front of him close.

@oracleabuser

“Fuuka?”

His surprise was quickly overshadowed by relief seeing her here.

“It’s good to see you again...”

[foolpotential-blog]

Too many puns.

He’s going back inside.

[paperpines]

    Tyrone sighed. Well, it was worth a shot. Maybe if he couldn’t get any information out of the guy he could at least make a new acquaintance. It didn’t hurt to know more people, that was for sure. The more people he knew the more resources he had and maybe somebody would eventually figure out how to leave.

    “Well, my name’s Tyrone. I’m going to be looking for information, so if you find out anything new come find me, alright?” For a twelve-year old he acted beyond his years, or at least he did on the surface. When it came down to it he was pretty immature, although, there was no way he would let that show in front of a complete stranger.

[foolpotential-blog]

“Sure. I’m Minato. Nice meeting you.”

As young as he may be, the boy-- Tyrone-- really appeared to have it together. It reminded him of a friend; Minato wondered about him absentmindedly, hoped to himself that he was doing all right. 

Well, all he could think of to do now was extend his hand in a formal shake of friendship. He did so, his other hand thoroughly jammed in his pocket.

[foolpotential-blog]

paperpines:

“Hey! Have you lived here for a while?” Tyrone asked, cranking his head up to get a good look at the lanky teen. This was the most average person he had come by in a while, which was pretty refreshing. Yet, the longer he looked at him the more intimidated he became. He had a pretty intense gaze.

“I’m looking for some information about this city. Maybe figure out how to leave, even. Then again, if you knew how to leave I guess you would have done it already, huh?” 

“Nah. I’m pretty new here.”

He’s quiet again, thinking. Asking around was probably the best way to get answers, provided everyone else knew at least a little something.

“You got me there.”

What has he learned about this place? Not much... he’d done a pretty good job of remembering the locations of the vending machines and stores with the best food, and aside from sleeping Minato hadn’t done much else. He really did want to learn more about this place he was in. If energy weren’t such an issue for him, he’s certain he’d have found out much more by now. With no Dark Hour happening at midnight he could only assume that not only was he in a different place, he was in a different universe altogether. That theory wrapped up the most loose ends, anyway.

“Yeah...”

If he were to leave, Minato can only hope he has a world to get back to.

[foolpotential-blog]

paperpines:

Wandering around aimlessly wasn’t very productive. In hopes of finding answers about the mysterious location he had been dropped in, Tyrone spent most of his days exploring. But exploring easily turned into a lot of getting lost for the young twelve year old clone. Well, he looked twelve. Technically he was a lot younger than that. Tyrone actually had no clue how old he really was, considering he couldn’t remember much of anything about himself.

But he had all the knowledge and life experience of a twelve, almost thirteen, year old. He was an exact clone of Dipper and as a result had all of his memories. They were his memories as well, or at least it felt like they were. The whole paranormal clone business was pretty hard to understand, even for him.

Tyrone usually just rolled with it.

Taking a seat on the sidewalk, he sighs and looks up at the sky, thankful that it wasn’t cloudy. No clouds meant he didn’t have to look for shelter anytime soon and he could, for the most part, have a worry-free day. For once. Maybe. It would be awfully nice if he could have a single day where he didn’t feel like his life was being threatened. Being made out of paper did that to a guy - he had become very weary of the world, even more than he was by default. A single drop of water was enough to give him what would probably be the equivalent of a third-degree burn for a regular human being.

The streets were relatively empty on that particular day, save for a few people here and there who were mostly going about their days and minding their own business. Tyrone wondered if he could get any answers from people passing by. Perhaps there were citizens of the city that had been around longer than he had and knew how things worked a little better. 

He just needed answers.

Mustering up the courage to flag someone down, he jogs to catch up to a random person.

“Hey, wait up!” Tyrone called out from behind them, “I have some questions for you!”

Minato had been walking back to his place when the voice of a younger boy stopped him; he turned to look him over, eyes casting downward. That was refreshing... he usually was the one looking up at people.

“Huh?”

He’d never seen this kid in his life.

Minato hoped he wasn’t some sort of small traveling salesman.