The Blind Fool

✦ ι'м noт aғraιd oғ dyιng. ι aм aғraιd oғ noт тrυly lιvιng.

[minaxoarisato]

beyondarrest

Even if she’s simply being flippant (and there’s every possibility that’s the case), Katsuya chooses to take her seriously when she expresses something like respect. But it’s strange—for something he chases so desperately, he has no idea what to do with it when he gets it. Self-deprecation guides the way he lifts a hand to the nape of his neck, rubbing idly at the hair clinging limply to his throat.

“Ah,” is all he has to say on the matter, crooked smile directed towards the door. It’s far easier to talk about her, anyway—and that’s the part he’s interested in. Every previous reservation he held about the Velvet Room’s plans seem tested when she says things like that: she’s been given a purpose, given companions.

He can’t argue with that, can he? Prior to the same thing coming his way, he’d been alone in a rut so maybe that’s how Igor prefers them—if you stand for nothing, you fall for anything. Hand instead carding through his mop of (inconveniently) damp hair, he considers how to sound diplomatic. Treating her like a child only makes this whole thing easier for him.

“But how can you be so calm about it? Weren’t you remotely frightened? You have your whole life ahead of you.” (Or she should; the first time she held a gun to her head was slow poison, death secured with the slowest-burning symptoms.) “What would your parents think?”

( ♡ ) - Minako can’t suppress the giggle that escapes her when the oh-so-serious officer became flustered. How surprisingly modest of a man who invested so much in designer threads. First seeing him, she expected someone more arrogant but his questions were so pointed, just the right ones to ask, that he seemed to have an observant side instead. A true detective. People never ceased to surprise her. 

She lets out a single laugh and shakes her head, “No, my parents aren’t too worried about me.” The girl with auburn hair falls silent. Her crimson gaze is pained but its betrayed by the smile on her lips. Now comes the part she hates, having to explain. Minako doesn’t want his pity or condolences. The last thing she needed was someone trying to play parent with her. 

“They passed away a long time ago...so I guess you could say I wasn’t that scared because of them.” She pauses, having to collect her thoughts and think of a way to explain the sense of familiarity she has with death. It never scared her after seeing her parents die. “I’m just not as afraid to fight and get close to my mortality.” 

“ — But just because I’m an orphan and all of that depressing stuff doesn’t mean you have to treat me like some sad case.” That fire in her voice lit up again as she spoke. The Fool was adamant to not let her tragic backstory dampen his impression of her. 

[defensivesuggestion]

I want to be cute with you, but I must also keep watch.

[minaxoarisato]

medeac

     was it supposed to be cute ?  it really fell on deaf ears in the end as she ignores the fact that she was probably supposed to be acting thankful to them for taking her in at all —- why should she ? it was their choice , not hers , and they had been the ones who brought it all up !  so why thank them !? ( TO BE POLITE , MAYBE ? …     WHO CARED . )     but at least the woman turned her head when the opposite female proposed gathering sleeping bags and camping out on the steps of the building with her .      “     …       you can’t do that . then everyone’ll find us trampled by feet in the morning .     “

          “Oh really?”

    ( ♡ ) - Someone telling Minako she can’t do something is like begging for her to do it. There was no use in trying to get the redhead to sleep inside—- in a match of butting heads, Chidori was probably more stubborn. So the Fool disappeared inside for a moment to retrieve blankets kept in the lounge closet. 

     A bundle of turquoise fabric dropped into the lolita’s lap. She resumed her seat with a similar lavender one wrapped around herself and wearing a victorious smile. 

        “Then I guess we’ll get trampled together. Don’t worry we can get Koromaru to bark at anyone who tries to step on us.” 

[dolgelo]

I  FEEL  AS  IF  I’VE  GOT  A  YOUNGER  SISTER  NOW.      

YOU  HAVE  GIVEN  ME  PRIDE

    ||  @minaxoarisato  said:   “minako and mitsuru in these outfits tho”   but in the end i would have done it anyway for every dam n social link SO let me sssob i dk what came out tbh but i liked it and its cute and save those two its so vague im dying lmao

[minaxoarisato]

dolgelo

||| ♕ |||

her eyes had deceived a lot, throughout the last couple of years; and every time she simply blamed her weak heart and still fresh wound: how hard had it been, for the whole group, to see her… simply go away ?  to not have a last chance to tell her goodbye ?  yes, difficult enough to keep her awake countless nights. but now, it had all faded away. for that girl was MINAKO. a strange sensation seemed to be awakening within her heart, a gentle grip - at her sight,at memories returning to burn, as marks, inside her. she had grown up. mitsuru could tell that for sure… she was slightly taller, maybe - and her profile and visage had become thinner, yet still well-shaped. befitting a young woman, not a high schooler anymore.

nothing else mattered, nothing was more important than that. not even the dress, or the buzz around them  –  little she cared of the spilled drink, or the stain on the floor they surely had to clean !  when the younger girl enveloped her arms around the other’s body, so tightly it almost hurted, mitsuru could not help herself but returning ( although slightly less strongly )  the hug.  “senpai” .  she still called her like that ?!  ha, amazing !

              «  No, you haven’t changed at all…   »

she could not tell how long the embrace did last, but surely enough to draw curious eyes and attention on them, by both clients and staff members. well, it was to be expected after some time… and when she noticed, mitsuru slowly patted her shoulders, before murmuring with a weak embarrassed smile. maybe they… should have moved somewhere else.  she had to visit the restroom for the stain:  by now the warm liquid had touched her bare skin, passing through the thin fabric of her clothes.

             «  T-They’re all looking at us… now, Arisato. »

( ♡ ) - With her eyes closed and face buried in the scent of Misturu’s soft familiar tresses, the coffee shop seemed to disappear and for a moment Minako was certain she could be back at the Iwatodai Dorm.  How often did she yearn to feel a friends arms wrapped around her like this since waking up? Nostalgia burned painfully at scarred memories. It was the wetness on her abdomen that finally drew her back to reality. Vermilion eyes widened and a similar redness crept onto her cheeks as she remembered her clumsy accident. It seemed some things truly hadn’t changed. 

         ❝ Ah! Sorry about that. You’re right, we should go clean up. ❞

The Fool slipped out of their embrace to clasp her hand, still manicured as always, and guide them past staring strangers. Minako hardly even noticed them. It had been years since she strode forward leading them like this. How strange it felt to be walking in old shoes. As the two women were alone in the fluorescent light of the bathroom the atmosphere became more private, more comfortable. 

         ❝ Looks like I’m still spilling things on your nice clothes. ❞

A joking smirk accompanied her words. Truthfully, the brunette didn’t have the slightest idea how to clean the fabric of the dress she was wearing. It was definitely foreign and expensive. She was more afraid to ruin it further than anything. At least they were in the shopping district of Tokyo. 

[minaxoarisato]

{ i have finally returned. dont worry guys im still alive and ready to f i g h t  that giant mountain of drafts }

[minaxoarisato]

ᚡ

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun?

{ when I was 12, I was riding my bike on the beach boardwalk very fast and some police on a mountain bike behind me tried to pull me over. me being a little girl, thought ‘fuck the police’ or something and tried to outrun (outbike?) them. eventually they apprehended me and delivered me home with a stern warning and a fake ticket. }

[memedelene]

Yet Another Munday Meme  Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc 

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[berubettorumu]

tag urself 

(if you know the source artists for the p1, p2, p3 and p5 art message me!!)

[minaxoarisato]

hidetoshi: *at juniors* students aren't allowed to wear make-up

mitsuru: *passes by, with red lipstick and dark eyeliner*

hidetoshi: understood?!!

[sseoulful]

[cecaelias]

It scares me that one day I won’t remember this day, this night, this moment. it scares me that one day, I’ll forget what it feels like to be this young, this full of potential. I’m wrapped up in a million things, and I feel like I’m letting time pass by, letting moments blur together and not grasping all that I can before everything changes.

[minaxoarisato]

shojikisa

“Rice,” he said, simply, casting a sideways glance her way as though she’d asked him something far more bizarre. Joining his satchel once he’d slung it to the ground, he stretched out his legs to cross them at the ankles—perhaps he had been stuck at a desk for too long. “I don’t actually eat first-years. That’s just a rumour.“

So he said with a straight face—or rather a grimace, because he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did people talk about at lunch? Surely exchanging recipes wasn’t part of the deal, and making small talk had always struck him as tremendously vapid… though this was Arisato. It was best to be direct.

"I’m actually surprised you’re in any position to ask me that question. You’re usually so busy that I almost expected you to turn me down.” The makings of a grin crept onto his face, chopsticks tapped against a container. “Or is this where you tend to hide out?”

( ♡ ) - His plain lunch is as bizarre to her as breaking the rules is to him. It seems to fit him, though. She tosses back her head and gives a laugh at his joke. Here was the dragon of the school hallways sitting curled up beside her. It was an unknown yet refreshing side of the domineering Hidetoshi she saw in the student council room. 

“Well I’m more surprised you actually asked me to eat with you,” she replied. Minako had always assumed that she had started off on the wrong foot with him when Mitsuru asked her to join without any qualifications ( not that being caught running in halls helped. )

Or perhaps he doesn’t dislike her as much as she imagines he does. “I usually eat lunch with others but sometimes I like to come here to rest or take a nap.” The Fool is rarely by herself but she enjoys her occasional solitude. “Why did you ask me to lunch today?  —Not that I dislike it or anything but it’s kind of surprising from you.” 

[minaxoarisato]

persona arcanae explained

the fool: disaster kids with incredible destinies

the magician: no. no, don't do that. I SAID DON'T DO THAT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD -

the high priestess: i know they seem calm but if you fuck with them you're dead

the empress: classy ladies who have probably killed a man

the emperor: they seem cool but they're all extremely eccentric

the hierophant: they're gruff but they care! honest!

the lovers: adorable pink-loving teenage girls who will destroy you for daring to think you have the right to look at them

the chariot: ALRIGHT CHUMS LET'S DO THIS!

justice: adorable children (and katsuya)

the hermit: vidya games (and a fox)

the wheel of fortune: pretty boys with secrets of varying severity

strength: they are your bro, they are there for you, one of them is a dog

hunger: HE IS NOT YOUR BRO, HE IS NOT THERE FOR YOU, STAY AWAY

the hanged man: jesus shitting christ that's an unhappy backstory

death: they're creepy but really nice, except eikichi, he's FABULOUS and really nice

temperance: ha ha no persona steve (i seriously think we have never met a persona-user of the temperance arcana)

the devil: no

the tower: you have issues and your arcana reflects that

the star: i know they seem sweet but they are hiding something

the moon: let's be positive to hide our crushing emotional issues

the sun: surprisingly troubled but will never talk about it

judgement: we're all in this together (and elly)

aeon: short-haired nonhuman girls who are extremely eccentric because they are nonhuman

the world: god in a school uniform

[minaxoarisato]

beyondarrest

So she knew nothing; this case was shaping up to be enough of a migraine even before she’d divulged the full story. He paused to pinch his nose… which provided an opportune moment for Arisato to use herself as a battering ram.

Stop treating her like a child, he told himself, complying upon being told to back off when concern urged him forwards. That didn’t stop the voices of his mother—and various other ancestors—all tutting with disappointment while he watched, helplessly, as Arisato took those first few steps into delinquency.

“What did you need this knowledge for, exactly?” Katsuya asked, her warm smile only earning narrowed eyes. Yet he still stepped forward, extending an arm to halt her; he couldn’t allow her to wander in there first. One hand fumbled for the light-switch as the other withdrew his gun—but he wasn’t sure what he was expecting when the room grew illuminated.

A personal armoury waited at the end of the stairs, the walls adorned with blades and other forbidden fruits. He lowered the revolver, held limply at his side, oblivious to the space he’d left beside him.

“—But I can spot twelve different violations here already! And some of these things shouldn’t be entrusted to teenagers. I should really let the station know…!”

( ♡ ) - The brunette awkwardly laughs off his question, crimson eyes avoiding his scornful gaze. She doesn’t need to tell this member of the police about the troublesome group of kids she tagged along with in middle school. That was a very different time in her life to stay locked away in the past. 

Minako pouts as he blocks the doorway but she allows him to take the first step. Wordlessly her hand slips into her purse to clasp her Evoker as Suou draws his gun. She keeps it hidden though, not wanting to panic him. 

As the basement lights up, so does her face as the room is illuminated with sparkling new weapons.

“Wow...! That is the coolest room ever!” She’s practically bouncing with excitement at the top of the stairs, eager to get down them. His incredulity fell on deaf ears. The Fool pokes his side sharply, “Don’t you dare report this! Our team needs this stuff a lot more for rescuing people from Tartarus.” What would the police even use a rapier or axe for? 

Impatience triumphs over compliance as Minako can’t hold herself back any longer and ducks under the taller man’s arm to rush down the stairs. The girl with auburn hair is like a kid in a candy store as she’s immediately drawn to the naginatas leaning against the wall. “These are so pretty!” she takes one and admires it. 

[beyondarrest-a]

#{ *pushes muses together* get along girls or katsuya will yell at you }

> hasn’t drawn anything for 2 years but my brain apparently decides this was essential

[medeac-archive-deactivated20240]

@minaxoarisato‘s working things out with the dorm-mate .

        “   i can’t get comfortable in there . the whole ‘ this place is home ‘ idea can go to hell .   “

       chidori and her blunt words strike again as the female crosses her arms over her knees , going ahead to lean forward as she settles on the front steps to the entryway doors . ( THERE”S NO COMFORT IN BEING SURROUNDED BY ONCE ENEMIES , EVEN IF IT WAS JUST THAT : ONCE . ) she’d rather stare at the stars until sun - up rather than put herself through a night of sitting up in the bed , paranoid one of the brats were going to stab her in the back .          “    so if you’re here to tell me to go inside , no .    “

[minaxoarisato]

      “That attitude is so not cute you know.”

    ( ♡ ) - The two girls had been sitting in the dim streetlights for nearly half an hour. Minako felt responsible for costumed redhead’s welfare when she was with them ( because if Chidori wasn’t safe from Medea then neither were her teammates. ) The Fool sighed and tilted her head back; maybe the stars had more answers. She couldn’t force the other to demolish her emotional walls; she understood how long they took to build. 

      “If you’re not coming inside then I’ll camp out here with you. I’ll even bring a sleeping bag.”