21st Persona
[Home action (1764 Beaver Street)]
[It was all a split-second difference.
One moment he remembers shoving Tohsaka aside, away from the sniper. Then next he awakens in his familiar bed, like nothing had happened.
A dream? The words formed in his mind but didn't pass through his lips. Of course it wasn't; that was another one of Mayfield's events. Possibly their worst so far. (And given what he's endured in the past, that's saying a lot.) The last memory still lay fresh in his mind. Following Tohsaka, pushing her, and then...a gunshot, a split-second of loss of feeling, before he collapsed and woke up.
So he died again. This made it the second time.
But he didn't think too much about it. Soon, drone!Minako knocked on his door, to wake him for school. He complied, giving her a hug for good measure. He had to hand it to Mayfield; for all the messes it caused, it at least cleaned up them up afterwords.
Now he's at the table, taking the time to eat breakfast. His schedule is going to be tight today, but for now he can relax knowing peace has returned again.]
[School: lunchtime]
[His lunch...is just a regular paper-bag lunch. Minato hadn't had time to prepare his own today, so there's no special treats inside. He didn't mind it, but if your character wants to trade him something go ahead.
He may also seem to be looking for someone.]
[Cosplay cafe: after school]
[Horrible bomb disaster or not, he's still got work to do. These costumes won't sew themselves, after all.]
[Beaver Street: near-evening]
[Another event, another package. And lo, it's another Persona. This time instead of a monster-like shinigami, it's a fierce-looking, sword-wielding angel with pink and white feathers, and punk hair. Don't ask if that's any better.]
[Phone: evening]
So, what's up?