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[o3] ♪ Sounds of madness
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Setting: Room 2-14.
Format: Action brackets works best!
Summary: Minato's Paranoia has gotten far worse. To the extent that he's stopped taking his Persona Suppressors... and he really isn't thinking straight.
Warnings:Angst TL;DR Possible violence (from a nervous wreck of a teen), possible cursing, possible allusions to suicide/shooting yourself in the head, possible death (on Minato's end). All possibilities, mind you, that might occur later.
[ After all this time... truthfully? He was breaking down. At first, he'd resisted it fine, using logic. After all, a leader had to be calm and level-headed at all times. But slowly, the nagging feeling that everyone was out to get him, that everything could be a possible trap, consumed him. He stopped talking to people in the Tower. He stopped venturing out of his room.
For the last three or so days, in fact, he had hardly taken care of himself. He had stopped taking his medication that controlled his Persona for quite some time. After all, it was FAR too suspicious that they just happened to have Suppressors.
And what of everyone in the Tower? Was Chidori really not a phantom? Were his roommates not out to get him? How could he be sure that his friends hadn't been taken somewhere? That this wasn't all some awful plot that the Kirijo Corporation was behind?
... That was it. It was painfully obvious to him now somehow, that the same people who had ruined his life would attempt to do so again. As his nerves grew worse, he sat quietly on the edge of his bed, hearing chains and voices. He was hearing Thanatos in his subconscious, reacting to his lack of control. His Persona's whispers became louder.
Louder and louder and louder and LOUDER SCREAMING--until Minato's legs moved themselves and he slid down onto the floor against the wall slowly, clutching his pounding head and breathing like he'd just run a marathon. Clenching his pistol in his other hand and trying to keep a grip of his Evoker against his aching head, he could have sworn there were signs of danger all around him. No, he didn't fear death but it wasn't time, and he had to get back. ... But he couldn't take that medication, what if he ended up like that one group of people? And then he was speaking to no one in particular, in between gasping breaths. ]
... I'm not attached... I'm not afraid...
[ He could die. It was fine. It was FINE it was fine it was fine it was fine he was fine it was okay--
And then there was a loud BANG as he fired towards the wall, towards a Persona that had manifested like a phantom (maybe, stranger, or roommate, you saw it while walking past?), echoing down the hall, and he gritted his teeth and returned to silence, aside from his heavy breathing.
Should you wander toward Room 1-14, you'd find the very, very ill-looking blue-haired teen slumped against the wall, weapons in hand, staring upward, looking rather pale and clammy. Perhaps you, too, might just hear the sound of chains... or maybe the sound of gunfire drew you here? ]
fractus_animus and towerofanimus.Setting: Room 2-14.
Format: Action brackets works best!
Summary: Minato's Paranoia has gotten far worse. To the extent that he's stopped taking his Persona Suppressors... and he really isn't thinking straight.
Warnings:
[ After all this time... truthfully? He was breaking down. At first, he'd resisted it fine, using logic. After all, a leader had to be calm and level-headed at all times. But slowly, the nagging feeling that everyone was out to get him, that everything could be a possible trap, consumed him. He stopped talking to people in the Tower. He stopped venturing out of his room.
For the last three or so days, in fact, he had hardly taken care of himself. He had stopped taking his medication that controlled his Persona for quite some time. After all, it was FAR too suspicious that they just happened to have Suppressors.
And what of everyone in the Tower? Was Chidori really not a phantom? Were his roommates not out to get him? How could he be sure that his friends hadn't been taken somewhere? That this wasn't all some awful plot that the Kirijo Corporation was behind?
... That was it. It was painfully obvious to him now somehow, that the same people who had ruined his life would attempt to do so again. As his nerves grew worse, he sat quietly on the edge of his bed, hearing chains and voices. He was hearing Thanatos in his subconscious, reacting to his lack of control. His Persona's whispers became louder.
Louder and louder and louder and LOUDER SCREAMING--until Minato's legs moved themselves and he slid down onto the floor against the wall slowly, clutching his pounding head and breathing like he'd just run a marathon. Clenching his pistol in his other hand and trying to keep a grip of his Evoker against his aching head, he could have sworn there were signs of danger all around him. No, he didn't fear death but it wasn't time, and he had to get back. ... But he couldn't take that medication, what if he ended up like that one group of people? And then he was speaking to no one in particular, in between gasping breaths. ]
... I'm not attached... I'm not afraid...
[ He could die. It was fine. It was FINE it was fine it was fine it was fine he was fine it was okay--
And then there was a loud BANG as he fired towards the wall, towards a Persona that had manifested like a phantom (maybe, stranger, or roommate, you saw it while walking past?), echoing down the hall, and he gritted his teeth and returned to silence, aside from his heavy breathing.
Should you wander toward Room 1-14, you'd find the very, very ill-looking blue-haired teen slumped against the wall, weapons in hand, staring upward, looking rather pale and clammy. Perhaps you, too, might just hear the sound of chains... or maybe the sound of gunfire drew you here? ]
you are late. ... but fashionably
His Personas are whispering to him rapidly now. Samael tells him danger, someone who poses a threat, they're trying to get into his mind and Thanatos won't stop screaming and it hurts his head but the sounds are different...
and he'll fight it for as long as he can, but it isn't easy. Seeing as he himself has never cared about living or dying as much as he should, this won't be an easy feat. ... Especially with Death attempting to block you. Though it's not impossible, of course, it might just take more concentration.
Though you may not want to go in much deeper, Charles; there is a darkness in this boy's mind like an evil creature sealed inside a jar. One that is far older than it's prison, and it will do anything to get out.
The pain intensifies, because of Charles' interference and he bites hard on his lip, to stop from screaming or showing weakness. ]
I... [ Pain, his head, his lungs and Thanatos is getting angry and every minute it gets harder to speak, harder to breathe ]
I don't care. It isn't... get out!
[ Pain, pain, pain, PAIN ]
Get out... get out of my head... I'll... kill you.
I even dressed up
I'm sorry, I was just-- I want to help you, let me help you, Minato.
[Even if he hadn't remembered his name, it was easy enough to get the boy's name from his mind and he hopes using it will help him focus. Help him get some control over the situation.]
What's hurting you like this, what's causing all your pain?
[Because he could still feel it himself, a light nausea that buzzed around him, hardly anything compared to what it felt like being in the boy's head.]
oooh Professor ooh so suave
... But at least he isn't as panicked as he was, even with the Tower still pushing on him and dictating his thought process.
He, on the whole, was unaware of just what WAS within him; he only knew it was a Persona, not a fragment of something worse. Even so, he can hear his Personas thrumming away, the sound angrier by the minute. The longer they aren't placated. ]
... Why should I tell you?