towerofanimus

Entry tags:

Dos

Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Fourth Floor.
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: Spain comes back after being unfortunately brought away to 'visit' her home.
Warnings: TBA

It was downright horrible.

She didn't want to believe her captors when they said her world was gone, but the truth was laid bare to her when she was somehow brought back to her world without her knowledge.

It was exactly as they said; her entire home has turned into a complete wasteland, devoid of life. She could not feel her people, and the land was dead in her heart. But yet, how could she be sustained? It must have been some sort of magic her captors pulled on her, and she touched the collar on her neck instinctively.

Sí, this must be what's keeping her alive. This strange contraption.

Back at the tower, she curls up on one of the couches on the fourth floor, looking forlornly out of the window.

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[ ... She looks quite far from happy, whomever this woman is. Minato is not particularly nosy and he pretends not to concern himself in the matters of others, but he IS stuck in this tower, and she looked fairly miserable. ]

... Would you mind if I sat next to you?

[ Because politely asking first is important. He allows his headphones to hang around his shoulders now, his MP3 player off. ]

[ Spain glances up, offering a tiny smile. This person seems polite enough that she could put up with him for the time being. ]

No, please, I don't mind at all.

[ Though, if he started getting hostile, she knows what to do. ]

[ Without any fanfare and a nod, that is precisely what he does. He then looks at Spain, inquiring. ]

If you don't mind my asking... are you alright?

[ She seemed as though something had happened to her that was quite jarring, after all. ]

[ She tenses up, then closes her eyes, fingers touching her collar instinctively. ]

No, I am not alright...

[ ... Ah. He wonders if there's anything he can do to help her. He doubts it, but... ]

Would you mind if I asked what happened?

[ He can't help unless he knows, you see, and sometimes it helps people to talk about it. If she didn't want to talk about it, then he was alright with that. That was up to her. ]

[ She takes a deep breath before she answers, her voice soft. ]

My world is destroyed. There's nothing left. Just dust and grey. Grey everywhere.

[ ... That's horrible. ]

... I'm sorry. That you had to go through that.

[ And he is honestly sorry; he means it. He is quiet for a moment after his words, but... ]

For whatever it's worth... I don't think that this is true. Even if you saw it... there's no way to know for real if it's the case.

[ He knows it's hardly reassuring, given the situation, and what Spain saw, but... still, he is trying. And hoping, that it helps. ]

How would you know, chico? Have you been sent home and left to wander for God knows how long it was?

[ Her voice rises to an almost shouting, accusing tone, until she realises she's just talking to a young boy. Where were her manners? ]

... Lo siento, I didn't mean to shout like that...

[ ... Thankfully, he's unfazed. He's heard far worse than shouting; she had every right to be angry. ]

... You have every right to be upset.

[ He pauses for a moment, contemplative. He honestly... is just holding out hope, that his friends--his family--were okay. He couldn't bear the thought of having lost them so soon. Not before they were supposed to be gone. ]

I don't want to presume that I know what you've been through. And I can't exactly say that I would understand. ... But I'd like to listen, if you'd be willing to help me understand.

[ Because, you see, he wants to help her. That's all. ]

[ Spain lets out a sigh, before she gives him a tiny smile. ]

What would you like to know then?

[ His response is simple. ]

Whatever makes you most comfortable. If you'd... like to tell me about yourself and that's better for you, I wouldn't mind that either.

[ He can only listen. But Minato knows that this is a skill not everyone possesses, so perhaps it can help. ]

Alright.

[ And then it occurs to her she doesn't know his name. He probably didn't know hers either, since she didn't introduced herself earlier. Instead she nearly shouted at him. ]

Ah, first things first... I'm Spain. What is your name?

[ His answer is quick, and concise, but friendly, despite his quiet tone. ]

My name is Minato. It's nice to meet you, Spain-san.

[ He sincerely means it, smiling a little despite himself. It was an odd name, sure, but he'd heard weirder, and he was sure if she were to let him, he could ask, perhaps, later. ]

It's nice to meet you too, Minato.

[ She smiles, nodding. ]

My apologies again, for earlier.

It's fine, don't worry about it.

[ And he does mean that. ]

I suppose the best place to start would be with your name. I'm assuming you weren't just named after the country. Am I correct?

[ It's a shot in the dark, sure, but he's... well, he's seen far stranger. ]

[ Oh, someone who's actually curious about her name... ]

Sí. I am Spain, the embodiment of the country. I was formerly Roman Hispania, but that was my past, I guess.

[ He takes the information in. So she is the embodiment of Spain, huh? ... Cool. ]

I've never really heard much about the country before now. Is it nice there?

[ She seems a little brighter, at least. ]

It is a very lovely place. Very beautiful. If I could, I'd being you around, Miño.

[ A sad smile. Oh, right. ]

It'll be silly to bring you now though, since it's all gone.

[ Minato's voice here is carefully neutral. ]

... I don't doubt it was hard on you, and you don't have to believe me, Spain-san, but...

[ He does give her a very, very small smile. ]

I stand by what I said earlier. Even if you saw it, we don't know for sure that was your world, or even if it was real. Your country may still be out there; I'm sure it's lovely. You seem very fond of it, after all. It must be.

[ ... He isn't trying to be smooth, it's more--sincerity. ]

I am fond of it, because it is my everything. Spain is everything I am.

[ her smile gets a little brighter now. ]

Enough about me. Tell me about yourself, Miño.

[ Wait what--she... wants to know about him? ]

[ Where... does he even begin? ... He is not sure where or how. There is mild confusion; no one... ever asks about HIM, and he has always been okay with that. ]

... Well--my friends and I are [ Renegade assassins? Vigilantes? Persona users? Being slowly murdered by either their subconscious or the pills they use to control it? HIGHLY entrenched in illegal activity? ] usually together... this is the first time I've been without them. I lead a team of Persona users.

[ ... He saw no reason not to be honest there. It was true, after all. ]

It's good that you have friends, Miño.

[ Tilts her head slightly at the term he used. ] Persona users?

... A Persona is... ah, let me start from the beginning.

[ How does he put this... ]

Would you believe me if I told you there's an extra, twenty-fifth hour in the day that few people are aware of, Spain-san? A hidden hour, called the Dark Hour. It occurs between twelve o'clock a.m. and a minute after.

It's... somewhat complicated, but... in short form, a Persona is a manifestation of your inner self used for protection.

[ Listens to this quietly. ]

So... in essence, you are pulling out a part of your inner being as a shield.

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