towerofanimus

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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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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.

That's correct. Though we can normally only use them during the Dark Hour. People without the ability to summon a Persona remain asleep in their coffins, unaware the Dark Hour is happening each day.

[ Although... after his time here, he has come to realize that the method in which they summon would appear very... unsettling.

There is a short pause. He does not normally say all that much unless he deems it necessary, and he does not normally... talk about himself, but he supposes a Persona isn't talking about himself so much as all of them. He... figured she didn't need to know EVERYTHING, right? He wasn't lying, so it was probably fine. ]

My Persona ability works here, although... the Persona and the way it's summoned might appear a little unsettling to some people. They tend to take the shape of mythological creatures. They're capable of advanced magic as well.

[ And she starts thinking about it. ]

Does everyone have a Persona, or does it take a special skill to summon them? Or is it only for a selected few?

[ It does seem exciting, the thought of an inner self being the protector of your flesh. ]

[ ... Heh. Minato reaches for the gun holster on his belt, hidden by his coat, and takes the Evoker out of it. It looks like a pistol, but it isn't. ]

Not everyone, no. Though I suppose if one had the potential and woke to it, they might be able to. What it comes down to is whether or not they would have the resolve to continue despite the method of summoning. We're used to it by now, but it's hard on your psyche and very tiring at first.

[ He's very good at hiding how he feels here, luckily. ]

[ She looks at the gun, frowning a little. She doesn't quite like the implication of it. ]

So... You have to shoot yourself to summon your Persona.

[ ... ]

I suppose that would be one way to say it, yes.

[ He is quiet for a moment. ]

I... never understood why it bothered everyone as much as it does. Evokers do what they're supposed to do. Given that... we could die at any moment, if we don't protect ourselves, I don't think it's surprising they need to be as impactful as they are.

[ But he also wouldn't want to... let anyone else do that to themselves. He was used to it, even enjoyed it, in a twisted way, but... it could hurt others. ]

Oh Miño...

[ she leans forward to give him a little hug. ]

The one thing I like about humans is that they never give up. Even when they're about to die. But it seems cruel to have to shoot yourself just to bring out your protector.

[ ajsdfsjghd SUDDEN PERSONAL SPACE INVASION-- ]

[ Luckily, he is a really composed guy, so Minato takes it in stride. Was it cruel? He didn't think so. Not unless you counted how he had gotten Thanatos and how Strega had been forced through what they had, but he didn't feel that ruining the conversation any further was necessary.

... As for people never giving up... well. It's rare, but he might have a... slight smile, at that. ]

I would hope people wouldn't give up. Every person is important in their own way.

[ If Spain noticed his slight panic, she doesn't comment, merely petting his hair down. She's a little amused at the colour of his hair; not many people she's met has naturally blue hair like him. ]

Sí, every single person is important. You, me, everyone in this tower, they're all important.

[ Minato's blue mop of hair isn't too unusual in his world. Still, the personal space being invaded is not something he was very prepared for, um. ]

... Which is why I believe that you shouldn't let the people who took us get to you. I think that's probably what they'd want.

[ She finally lets him go, but still petting his hair. ]

Gracias, Miño. I will believe in that.

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