If there’s anything that can stress Minato in the heat of battle, it’s someone who’s not supposed to be there. Especially when that person doesn’t have any means to defend. “Do I look like I’m kidding around? Get out of here! It’s too dangerous!”
"And do you think I am merely making fun when I said it is imperative of me to observe someone like you?" She was dead serious despite the excited tone in her voice, though she knew first-hand about the dangers.
"…Very well, I shall only be in the safe distance. If you are worrying about my survival, then rest assure I have some sort of means to defend myself." Pause. "…In theory!"
"Oh, for the love of—!!" Clearly, her steadfast choice to continue observing irked Minato to no end, but he had to give props for her adamant stand. It was like meeting a more human version of Aigis when he first met his now-successor of the Wild Card.
Silvery-sapphire irises rolled in unison at the mention of her having a ‘means to defend herself’— though he doesn’t know whether she actually has one, the best he could predict was it was done for additional bravado. Thus, secretly, the swordsman tapped into his power to encase the unknown woman in an invisible barrier— impervious to attackers that will go after her. At least, he doesn’t have to worry about her getting hurt by the abominations that were beginning to spawn from pools of darkness in front of him. The Shadows are here.
"Sorry, that’s not going to work on me."
"We’ve talked once, so you lost your chance." Only someone smooth can counter another smooth person.
"Well, I like your look so believe me when I say you’re gorgeous!"
"Aah! So you do remember my name, Mina-chi."
"…" Silence followed her whimsical comment and the debut of what apparently is a new nickname for him. "…A lot of people say that. I usually just brush it off."
things that make me happy: summer rain
Remind me to fix the Social Link page within the next few days. I think it’s high time I updated the links.
”But since you’re so awfully vague, I’ll do the same.
— I’m someone who, countless times, countless years ago—died. And was reborn anew from a single emotion.
How was that?”
"Honestly, I don’t need that description. I know too much already."
"Akemi Homura—the sole Puella Magi who had the ability to turn back time, but thanks to witnessing too much revolving around Kaname Madoka, had become something even more than the representation of Hope."
"The wind feels so nice…This is my first time experiencing spring.”
< ❝ Well, This is a great introduction to everything. ❞ >
[ With the tour around Beacon, as everything turned to insanity, it won’t end pretty soon. ]
"Is this always this crazy within campus grounds? I can hear the noise from the gates." Judging the scenery with a quick glance of silvery-sapphire orbs, that seemed to be the case. "Are you the one who’s going to tour me around?"
"Kyubey, let’s be honest— what you’ve done is horrid. It completely violates the rights of a human being. You’ve given countless people a lose-lose situation they can’t avoid nor escape. What you mentioned is nowhere near what you’ve done already." One could feel laced in between the words the venom of hatred that has been kept inside, like a viper’s poison from a bite. Despair was his antithesis— one who represented hope for the future, hope for living. “Though, you do mean well. I just completely don’t approve of your methods.
Before he replied to Kyubey’s offer, the phantom had prepared himself for the coming heat of battle, the two swords that represented his life materializing in a crossed manner on his back. “I could use a little help in navigation. Even I get lost at times.” Minato, you have both Juno and Kouzeon ready to aid you, and you still get lost. What a dork.
“Now now, let’s be reasonable. Yes. Yes, my Puella Magica and my Puer Magi experience great despair, but sadly we both know I need that energy produced. It’s the same as sacrificing a pawn to save your queen in a chess game. As regretful as it is… It is needful in order to prolong the life of all living creatures everywhere." he stated quietly, thought a hint of remorse was in his tone now. A bare hint of regret.
“My question is simple. Is it human nature to wish for the impossible, to beg for miracles? Things that are unattainable by normal means and then when it backfires you blame somebody other than yourself. My species has long tried to understand why humans lash at us. …I don’t fully understa—" the alien fell silent, ears and tail twitching. "…Something approaches" he warned.
"And this is why I don’t approve of your methods, Kyubey. I get it. You mean well. You want to save the universe because of certain thermodynamic occurrences that is putting everything in danger. The price you’re paying to achieve that, however, is stained with blood and despair. A calculated risk can only go so far until something is considered absolutely immoral. To be precisely blunt, you’re an extremist with good intentions." He was more surprised that he was able to caught on Kyubey’s slightest show of remorse, but to make his point valid he has to remain frigid and stern— feigning a calm look to hide a somewhat-quelled anger seemed to do the trick. "I’m fine with your motive and goal, I just don’t really approve what you’re doing to achieve it."
His attention was immediately put into notice with the alien’s alarm, but what came after it made him very wary about the two types of monsters he has to deal with in the nearby barrier— a ghoulish roar filled the streets of the ccity, one that made Minato have a hard time telling whether it was the Witch’s cry or the Shadow’s howl that scared the lights off the populace. “It knows we’re here— they’re waiting for us.” A deep breath, the legend stilled his mind and slowed his breathing, a tentative calm overtaking mind and body. One resounding “Let’s go!” later, and the swordsman made the jump inside the barrier’s dimension.
It was no surprise that she chose the bookstore to take shelter in from the impending rain— a good book could do wonders to calm one’s senses when accompanied by the song of the shower. Even he couldn’t resist the relaxation that idea could give to the Persona-user. Steeled irises took another glance to the darkening heavens above, before returning to focus on the albino he’s recently met. He hasn’t met anyone knew for so long since coming back to the world for another go— maybe now would be a great time to make a new friend? “Shall we go together then? My treat.”
♕— Anna nods her head once after a moment to maul over the idea. It had really been a while since she’d been to a store like that once — some place with books and pictures and all kinds of things to that nature. She recalled once that she’d been in such a building with Mikoto —- and they’d been reading until a certain Blue King began to tease her’s about being there at all. Promptly and rather literally, he’d picked her up and walked right out quickly to avoid the other man. Almost absently, the Strain moved over to him and she took his sleeve with one forefinger and her thumb — equal to holding hands for strangers, it seemed.
Even Minato had some special memories regarding bookstores, stemming back into his first life when he was still a Gekkoukan High student. He could immediately remember the time he spent with the old couple back in his resident bookstore, aptly named Bookworms. Bukinchi and Mitsuko had made their mark in Minato’s life, and to this day he never forgot about them. He quickly took notice of the Strain’s grasp on his jacket’s sleeve, allowing a smile to surface on porcelain tiers— something of a formerly rare occurrence for the Persona-user. “Let’s go.” And slowly, but surely, like a father leading his daughter along they began the journey to the bookstore of choice.