towerofanimus | [o2] ♪ I once ran away from the God of fear;

Characters: ~~Suicide Boy~~

towerofanimus!
Setting: The dorms (room 1-14), or the halls leading to them, around early afternoonish.
Format: [ Action, if you please! ]
Summary: Minato's MP3 player is running out of energy... and he is running out of ways to cope with all of the power outages and the voices. So he leaves his room, in search of a distraction, unaware.
Warnings: None as of yet, but there is the possibility of imagery of him shooting himself in the head, and I guess some bad language...?

[ Ever since the power outage had started and he'd been in the Library floor to see that broadcast... Minato had felt unsettled. Thanatos sat, whispering in the back of his mind.

People were dying. ... He could only save so many of them, though he desperately wanted to try, many he'd come to find, he was too late for. Worse, still, was his Personas (Death, Death and Death and Death, speaking to him this place is not right, he could feel it, THEY could feel it) always telling him ever since the power had went out about the Shadow-like creatures around him... but they weren't Shadows, were they? Though Shadows had ways or luring people out of their coffins during the Dark Hour by calling them, just like this.

Unfortunately, though Minato knew this too well... the voice of his teammates had left him in something of an awful state. Normally quite willing to talk (if bothered, anyway), Minato had shut himself away in the room he shared in the dorm with Karkat, Prussia, and Dave. He simply... could not bear to hear them, because if they WERE dead... then he had left them behind.

'You promised you would never leave us behind, but you did--and now you won't even talk to us?' Ken's voice.
'Heh. Looks like all your preachy bullshit was just that in the end, huh, Minato? Takaya was right. Why don't you face us, you son of a bitch?' Jin.
'You left me with them to get attached... to be in pain. Pain I never asked for. Pain I didn't want. You made us all a promise and you've broken it... come back.' Chidori.

And, he could have sworn he heard a dog barking. It was slowly driving him mad and his MP3 player was... running dangerously low, due to the lack of working power. He tried to focus on his music, to drown out both his Personas (Samael, a hiss in the back of his mind, Thanatos a struggling roar of warning, sensing so much DEATH--) and the voices of his team... but it was the last one that finally made him get up and leave.

'Onii-chan... why...? Why did you leave me behind? Come back... come here... please...' ]

... I can't. I'm sorry...

[ He grabbed his sword from off his bed, his pistol, some ammunition, and his Evoker. Taking both in hand, putting the pistol away and his Evoker and getting a flashlight he'd gotten earlier, Minato headed out and down the hallway, not aware or caring who heard him then or who didn't.

ANYTHING was better than sitting there hoping they'd shut up. ]

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I'm made of tougher stuff than I look.

[Plus, well, sheer luck meant she has yet to run into a fight. She hasn't even needed to summon her persona once while here. It's just good luck on her part.

She stands straighter, turning down her music to concentrate better on his voice. Maybe it'll stop the one she hears--so young, so very young--whispering in the back of her mind if she does? Who knows.]

[ He can't really stand to hear it either.

Particularly... it's hearing Takaya that's getting to him. Taunting, cocky bastard. ]

You are?

[ A smirk. Distracting himself with her was far easier than listening to all of them. ]

Maybe you should prove it.

I made it this far, haven't I?

[Seriously, even if they had been raised siblings, she's sure that smirk would piss her off. It's just so condescending.

And now those voices are doing a neat trick. She hears him, as a child, echoing behind her. Why can she hear him when he's right in front of her? Because it hasn't really sunk in this person: this cold, arrogant, jerk, is the sweet little boy she had known and remembered?

Either way, whether she had help or not, she's managed to survive this long fighting shadows and in the tower. She might not be armed, currently, but she knows what she's doing. Or so she'd like to believe.]

[ Condescending and cold. Icy, really--just like death. For once, in the rare time out of several, he laughs. It's hollow and cold, not unlike Thanatos.

That was right. ... Putting her in her place, didn't that ease the pain of the little girl he kept hearing? This girl she looked so much like. He hated her for that. Hated her for it. ]

... No team to protect you here, though, is there, brat? As strong as you are, I think we both know you're not going to last on your own.

Hell, I wouldn't know whether to be amused or disappointed if one of these things killed you... but then, the only thing holding you back is you, isn't it? You, yourself, and your friend fear.

[ Oh, he can tell, Minami. He's seen it before. Bloodlust and fear of it. In his own twisted way, he might even be trying to help her, despite his cruel words. ]

When it comes down to it, I wonder if you've got the guts to let go.

[Though her expression does not change, she does clench her fists and barely manages from taking in a deeper breath than necessary. She's never understood how he could read her so well, but that's what makes her dangerous. Not once, not ever, has she brought up her fears to the members of SEES. The only person who ever commented on them was him and, well,

Considering he had the gift of being able to leave her in a sobbing mess once she was safely in her room, he was good at what he did.]

Let go?

[Let go means slashing, tearing, ripping apart shadows with her bare hands. Letting go means blood on her hands and not knowing when to stop.

Letting go meant making her enemies suffer for no reason whatsoever. How could she let go?]

... Everything dies. I don't see what you've got to fear.

[ Honestly? Probably the same things he did, if he was honest, but wasn't it so much easier to act like he knew everything about her and that she was weaker than him than it was to... admit they were the same and lower himself?

Make himself wide open and weak?

No. He couldn't afford that, not around ANYONE from SEES. ]

[o2] ♪ I once ran away from the God of fear;

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