towerofanimus | [o3] ♪ Sounds of madness

Characters: ~~SUICIDE BOY~~

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: ~~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? ]

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[And he does see that, that slight flicker but at that flicker he feels the presence of Thanatos even more for that moment. And he'll nod at Suzaku, more to confirm to the boy that he did hear him, before he's pressing fingers to the side of his own temple and focusing hard into Minato's mind. As much as he can be allowed, or that Thanatos will allow him.

He speaks, but more to that presence of death itself in Minato's mind. To Thanatos.]

ENOUGH.

[Because picking a fight against something you don't fully understand is a great idea.]

[ Minato sighs absently.

This is really just giving him an awful migraine, you guys. Thanatos, on the other hand, is not even remotely pleased, the energy unleashed leaves the walls around them slowly freezing over, quite literally. The presence fades, it seems, but not before Minato is left breathing rather heavily, even though he tries to hide it. ]

... Stop interfering with what you don't understand.

[ He says it simply, matter-of-factly, as though it is stone cold fact. His expression is apathetic at best, at this point, even though it's his life that's at risk. It truly is as though he does not care if he dies. ]

It doesn't matter what happens.

[Unfortunatly for everyone Suzaku was a vetran at interfering with what he did not understand. He wasn't thinking straight, it was impossible to with all the visions and noises blocking any chance he had at thinking. Not being able to hear Charles' conversation with Minato it really seemed that the man was just sat there doing nothing.] Of course it matters.

[Suzaku leapt forward to fight again, this time he didn't aim at Minato, but to the side. Probably the wrong side, there were monsters all around him, he had no idea which one was the one hurting him.]

[Charles will wince and cry out at the energy Thanatos sends out, the shock of it jarring him as he's all but thrown out of Minato's mind. Looking around, holding his head a little, Charles will see the walls, the ice on them and swallow thickly.

What was he up against here?]

Then explain it to me. Help me help you. [Charles will ask, almost demand, of Minato, sounding a bit worn out now.]

[ ... He turns to Suzaku, irritated. This guy reminds him WAY too much of SEES. ]

You're one of those goody two-shoes, aren't you? The kind who thinks he can just save the world all by himself, that no sacrifices ever need to be made. You look like it. ... I hate people like you.

[ His irritation is evident here. As for Charles, well... he's still extremely paranoid, but it's obvious he wants to help. Dilemma. What to do, what to do... ]

You're not one of us, you wouldn't understand. We can't be helped. It doesn't work that way. ... Why do you even care? It doesn't matter if we die.

[Suzaku glared a him darkly, but didn't stop trying to attack the shadows all around them in case one was this boys attacker. The words irritated him because they were partly right, or they had been right once. He once thought he could change the world by himself, from the inside.

However he had never been in doubt about sacrifices. Or consequences.] You only can't be helped [He goes back to fighting monsters that aren't even there] Because you don't want to let anybody help you.

It matters if anyone dies. Life is important, you shouldn't be so eager to just give in.

[He wished he understood what was fully going on, so he could be better help. But it seemed talking was finally starting to get through to Minato. To some degree.]

And he's right, if you let us help you you might find that things are not what you thought.

[ Minato isn't particularly amused, and he narrows his eyes at Suzaku; he was extremely tempted to lash out, but he knew if he didn't keep himself in check, this would only get worse. Nevertheless, his hand tightens around his Evoker.

Damn. Withdrawal is such a bitch. ]

In order for life to be important, that requires being alive. My time... no, all of our time was taken from us. We stole some back, maybe, but in the process the result's damn near the same, so what does it matter?

[ He accepted that years ago. God, they were so stupid. Why couldn't they just see and understand that his time was shrinking more and more? He didn't want to feel. He didn't want to try or believe differently. He knew if he did, he'd only be in pain. ]

... Just--get out. Don't make me ask twice, or I might change my mind about how pissed I am about this, and I don't think someone who values his life would want to die, would you?

[ It isn't a threat so much as a promise that he isn't going to be able to hold the door to his mind shut very well if this goes on, because it takes focus and concentration. His breathing is heavy as he tries to move away from Suzaku, turning his back in disgust.

They just had to leave and he had to stay uncaring. That was it. Short, simple. ]

[Suzaku frowned, he understood what the man was saying, but he could still not let this happen. He shook his head and stepped closer. The monsters crowded around him but he concentrated on moving closer to Minato and reaching out to touch his shoulder, to turn him round to look at them again.]

So then you're going to die soon, is that it?

[Because that's what he was gathering from all of this. It was that thing in his mind, wasn't it? Charles eyes narrow a little and he'll roll closer, but he's still not too close.]

I would have to ask you the same question, Minato. Surely you must value what time you have left? Let me help you. Please.

[He was watching Suzaku as well, not sure if he should tell the boy to back off a bit or not. Really this whole situation was like walking a fine line. Who knew what would tip it over at any point.]

[ ... He's in a really, really bad mood. He's sorry about it, honestly. Normally he'd be a bit more considerate, but... at present? Not really. So he just smacks Suzaku's hand away, glaring. ]

I didn't ask for your help!

[ ... It's so unlike him, to raise his voice, but his nerves are on edge and he can't shake the feeling that these people are just trying to torture him, that they're not here to help him in the least.

His hand slowly moves down back to his side, curling into a fist. He takes a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm himself. His words are slow and icy when they're finally spoken. ]

... I should be laughing. Your views are naive and childish. I don't fear dying, neither does my team. We don't fear much when it comes to pain of any sort. I'd much sooner die than remain a labrat again.

[Suzaku removes his hand and steps back, he wants to help but he is obviously just making the situation worse. Not to mention he is being attacked by more shadows.

He tries to concentrate, he doesn't go away in case the other man needed help, but he will let him do the talking, since Suzaku was obviously just making the boy more annoyed.]

[o3] ♪ Sounds of madness

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apologies, LJ never sent me a notif :|

THAT'S FINE o/

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