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Characters: Faust, Minato, the rest of those crazy people at the clinic when we get to that point.
When: Shortly after Faust's arrival.
Where: Safezone, somewhere.
Rating: Wild guess says PG or PG-13.
Summary: Faust is somewhere, Minato is somewhere else. With roughly this much knowledge, Minato attempts a little game of connect-the-dots.
Even though Minato had only just arrived at the clinic (and at this weird place; really, it was a shame, he'd adjusted quite well to the dorms and the usual commotion that went on there), he was already on the road again. Not that he knew, entirely, where he was going; he was pretty sure that whoever he was helping didn't know, either, based on the vague directions he'd received. But still, it was better than nothing at all. For both of them. Even so, it was a direction, and it wasn't as though the experience of being almost completely lost and alone was something new to him (his near-nightly trips to Tartarus had done a good job of shaping his resistance to almost all things strange and disorienting, perhaps save for all of this. Time compression...it sounded like something the Kirijo Group would have done, if they even existed in this world. But he knew now to expect the unexpected, and this was definitely a lesson in that.). He wasn't the one who really needed the help, though; even if the road he was on seemed to be a main sort of road, he didn't know if he was on the right main road, or if he was in the right area...it was like being separated, communications cut off. And then there was the woman who ran the clinic. Hopefully she didn't have too much of a problem with this...
When: Shortly after Faust's arrival.
Where: Safezone, somewhere.
Rating: Wild guess says PG or PG-13.
Summary: Faust is somewhere, Minato is somewhere else. With roughly this much knowledge, Minato attempts a little game of connect-the-dots.
Even though Minato had only just arrived at the clinic (and at this weird place; really, it was a shame, he'd adjusted quite well to the dorms and the usual commotion that went on there), he was already on the road again. Not that he knew, entirely, where he was going; he was pretty sure that whoever he was helping didn't know, either, based on the vague directions he'd received. But still, it was better than nothing at all. For both of them. Even so, it was a direction, and it wasn't as though the experience of being almost completely lost and alone was something new to him (his near-nightly trips to Tartarus had done a good job of shaping his resistance to almost all things strange and disorienting, perhaps save for all of this. Time compression...it sounded like something the Kirijo Group would have done, if they even existed in this world. But he knew now to expect the unexpected, and this was definitely a lesson in that.). He wasn't the one who really needed the help, though; even if the road he was on seemed to be a main sort of road, he didn't know if he was on the right main road, or if he was in the right area...it was like being separated, communications cut off. And then there was the woman who ran the clinic. Hopefully she didn't have too much of a problem with this...