[o5] ♪ Death's icy breath.

[fractus_animus]

Characters: AU Minato Arisato & people, then later AU Jin Shirato and more Persona users.
Setting: Early Afternoon on July 3rd, toward the afternoon/early evening; all over-ish -> cathedral.
Format: Action. Prose will be far too slow for this, sorry.
Summary: Minato goes crazy thanks to finding his sister gone and falls victim to a certain Cerulean blood's mind control.
Warnings: If you confront Minato after a certain point, your character WILL have a VERY HIGH CHANCE of dying! Here is the OOC info post. Feel free to backtag into forever if you like once I get this up.

[ The floors he visited had begun to ice over. Anyone who wandered near where Minato was would find it almost unbearably, bone-chillingly cold.

In fact, the walls froze around him as he walked, searching.

For what?

People. People he thinks he can... 'fix'. Or save. Perhaps his inability to do so during their time in the Pods had gotten to him.

... He had Thanatos, didn't he? Why not listen? Why not let him go? After a month of enduring Thanatos and Samael's persistent voices, he no longer had any desire to be what he now viewed as cruel. Killing people was a niceness, here. Surely, it was nice. A kindness. They'd thank him. Even if they didn't realize it. Dying was better than that. It would be better to die. If he killed them, with Thanatos, then perhaps they'd stay dead. Perhaps they'd no longer suffer...

... He was prepared to do it by whatever means, and however much pain had to be caused. Pain was good, too. Pain told them they were people, you see? That they had personalities...

Yes, he did like people.

He liked them enough to freeze them slowly and let his Persona rip them apart... ]

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[miseris_socios]

[He looked up and took a note of Minato's movements - something was definitely not right there. More than usual. But he couldn't run. He wouldn't allow himself.]

Please...

[He didn't know what to do. He couldn't fight, but he wouldn't leave them. He couldn't even if he tried - the fear he was feeling was paralyzing, and he tried to shove fearful memories away in an attempt to function.]

Please...

[fractus_animus]

[ He's not going to listen.

At all. He slowly loads his gun, propelled forward by what, he doesn't know. Takes aim. Fires. Unless Ken runs, he's getting a bullet in the leg. ]

[morituramfides]

Silence!!

[His voice was much more booming than seemed normal for a human voice.

He didn't seem to care enough anymore to attack at least; with the fear setting in, this wouldn't take that much longer.]

[miseris_socios]

[Ken falls onto his hands and knees, breathing hard. He can't run now - even if the fear had worn off he'd never make it, and he knows it.]

[He doesn't have any more words, just fear and pain. He lifts his evoker to his head, hand shaking, and summons Nemesis. She casts another Zionga at the pair, her form seeming somehow more solid from the intense emotions Ken's feeling. She disappears, leaving Ken gasping.]

[He's done. He doesn't really have any energy left.]

[fractus_animus]

[ He only barely avoids the Zionga--

... Pulse.

He's breathing, Thanatos tells him. Should... finish him off--

But whatever's in Minato's mind at the moment, between Persona and whatever else, deems itself done with this, and unceremoniously grabs Ken and dumps him down the staircase near the edge of the Cathedral going downward, hard. It will probably leave a good bruise or two.

He sensed... more people approaching. He had better things to do. More people to kill. Wounds to lick, so to speak. ]

[morituramfides]

What foul sort is going through your mind?!

[Moros is just as baffled as Jin is with this development, as he followed Minato and watched him dumb Ken down the stairwell.

Moros was here for blood and endings, not mercy. Though there wasn't much to be done now.]

[miseris_socios]

[Ken just curls up on the stairs for a bit, crying where no one could see him. He'll fix his wounds in a bit... right now he needs to just cry that he couldn't do anything to help them. Though he'd worn them down a little... even if it just depleted their energy fixing themselves up, it would make it easier for others to knock sense into them, right?]

[... It doesn't help him feel much better.]