Arisato Minato ▫ 有里湊 (
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[EVENT] ▫ 和睦的相伴勝過完美的孤獨 ▫
Who: Seta Souji [
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jivitadana]
Where: The Mansion's rooftop
When: Sunday, August 19
Rating: PG
Summary: Souji and Minato discuss things that can never be, things that shouldn't be, things that already are... all while watching the ominous cursed fog
The Story:
It had taken more effort than was normal for Minato to climb the stairs from the Third Floor to the rooftop of the Mansion. From his room and out the window, he could see the fog's reach, see just how far it spread outward and climbed upward. In the interest of avoiding that fog since the wolf goddess had said as much that it would cause anyone who touched it to turn to stone, Minato found temporary sanctuary at the highest point in Wonderland that he could think of.
From there, he had a better view of that fog and the black murkiness of the ocean. There didn't seem to be any feasible way to banish the curse, and he could only hope that this was like any other event, simply transitory and ephemeral. It was slightly disconcerting to no longer hear the echoing voices of his Personas within him, though the feeling was far from unordinary; perhaps though, after residing in Wonderland for longer than he had actually had been able to hear those pieces of his soul, he was accustomed to their constant and comforting presence. Without them, he felt as he had before his year back in Iwatodai: empty, lost, and listless.
As if to fill in silence, to somehow call them back if he could, Minato decided to make use of his violin. He stood on the rooftop, his comm device on the ground, his mp3 player in speaker mode broadcasting the background accompanying track, and began to play this song.
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Where: The Mansion's rooftop
When: Sunday, August 19
Rating: PG
Summary: Souji and Minato discuss things that can never be, things that shouldn't be, things that already are... all while watching the ominous cursed fog
The Story:
It had taken more effort than was normal for Minato to climb the stairs from the Third Floor to the rooftop of the Mansion. From his room and out the window, he could see the fog's reach, see just how far it spread outward and climbed upward. In the interest of avoiding that fog since the wolf goddess had said as much that it would cause anyone who touched it to turn to stone, Minato found temporary sanctuary at the highest point in Wonderland that he could think of.
From there, he had a better view of that fog and the black murkiness of the ocean. There didn't seem to be any feasible way to banish the curse, and he could only hope that this was like any other event, simply transitory and ephemeral. It was slightly disconcerting to no longer hear the echoing voices of his Personas within him, though the feeling was far from unordinary; perhaps though, after residing in Wonderland for longer than he had actually had been able to hear those pieces of his soul, he was accustomed to their constant and comforting presence. Without them, he felt as he had before his year back in Iwatodai: empty, lost, and listless.
As if to fill in silence, to somehow call them back if he could, Minato decided to make use of his violin. He stood on the rooftop, his comm device on the ground, his mp3 player in speaker mode broadcasting the background accompanying track, and began to play this song.
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"I think... I didn't realize what I had before until I was old enough to look back at it, and then compare."
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"The same thing happened to you in Inaba, right?"
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Minato didn't know how he'd react if he had a Persona at a younger age, or if any of the people he had met throughout his years before moving to Iwatodai would've been part of his Social Links, or how any of that would have worked.
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"Sometimes I dream about being there. Sometimes about what could've been."
He wondered then too if fate had a hand in any of his feelings. But they seemed so intertwined that it was hard to pull them apart and separate them.
"But I don't know if it's a waste of time since I can't do anything about it here."
Or anything about it at all. Was that why he had to take this chance and just run with it?
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"I know it does. But I don't want to waste it being unhappy or feeling guilty either."
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He turned to Souji. "Are you though?"
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"I'll see to it that you are."
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"Mn... I'll play you something." He opened his violin case again. It was still rather ominous outside, but at least the fog couldn't catch them here. "I might play it for him too."
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