Okay, so it's been forever since we've done this and I know for a fact that Route is filled with amazing writers. Not to mention this stuff is just good for creativity. That being said...
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The very first second he'd arrived in the world, there had been a panic welling from deep inside of him, reflected only in the tiniest widening of his eyes as he was summarily shoved out the door by his new 'mother'. Thoughts raced, sweat beaded; no no no this was wrong all wrong he wasn't supposed to be here where was here who was guarding the Seal from Erebus if he was here the world was going to end it was going to end--
It had taken an hour before he'd calmed down enough to speak. There had been a reason his first communique had been so late in his first day. The surprise of the world not ending on its own had been almost too much to endure.
Rocks weren't supposed to live. Dogs weren't supposed to spit fire. Giant snakes weren't supposed to be transportation vehicles. Ghosts, most of all, weren't supposed to be goofy funsters under his command.
Minato could handle gods living in his head, whispering advice in friendship and romance. Minato could handle a gigantic tower, soaring up like a giant middle finger to his tiny, human struggles. Minato could handle said tower being filled with inhuman monsters, and him with his friends the only barrier between them and the complete destruction of the world. Minato could even handle that moment of floating up into the sky, knowing his fate and accepting it without reservation.
Nothing had hurt before this, before that year where his potential had finally been gripped and firmly shaken by destiny. He'd drifted from school to school, dorm to dorm, bothered by no-one and making friends who'd forget him as soon as he left again. He'd been that weird, quiet kid in the back who wasn't that great at anything- quiet, average to poor grades, who just generally kept out of the way.
Then Iwatodai, and he could feel himself growing, changing into something much more. Girls actually looked at him, he answered everything right in class, he strove in every area of his life to be as good as he could; the fate of the world rested on his shoulders and to all appearances, he held it up effortlessly
( ... )
When you got used to gods speaking to you inside your head, that was probably a sign that you were going crazy, right? That was the general consensus, no matter who he thought about asking.
But it was weird, and undeniable; he had gotten used to it over the course of that year. Orpheus, calm and wise master of strings; Thanatos, harbinger of death; Cybele washing down healing light over them all again and again. Minato knew them all by name and could recite a dozen different creation myths without blinking an eyelid thanks to their influence. But here, his mind was quiet, a disturbing barrier placed between him and them. He could feel their presence, but it was like there was a tinted glass wall- anytime he tried to reach out and touch them he was met with only cold, hard resistance.
Right after he'd finished hyperventilating on his very first day, Minato had tried his Evoker. He'd found himself taking in a nervous breath, barrel pressed against his head, finger quivering on the trigger until...boom.Something had fallen open.
( ... )
There was a memory he had, from that last month before their final battle.
He'd been sitting in the big, comfy armchair in their communal lounge, idly grinding in some game he couldn't remember on his PSP. Akihiko and Mitsuru were out on business, Junpei was at the arcade, Yukari and Fuuka were trying to study in Yukari's room, Ken was asleep. Aigis was recharging. He had the place to himself, and the crown was weighing heavy. They were strong, but not strong enough; he tried to push the thought away but it just kept coming back. They couldn't defeat this foe...it was just too large, too powerful. They were kids! What the fuck were they doing with
( ... )
It had been sunny on the day he finally met up with Yukari- sunny, with a light breeze, enough to ruffle their clothes as they approached each other in the street. The pair had just stood there, looking at each other for some time, Minato remembering every inch of her now; that confident posture, hair swaying in the breeze, the fashionable clothing even when she was completely travel-ready. Every long night in her company back home, every time he'd struck down some Shadow that had gotten past her arrows, every time he'd spaced out in class and just studied the back of her head.
He hadn't needed the multiple-choice options at all, one thought coming through clearly: When I go home, I won't see her again.
Minato's feet moved before his mind had caught up, moving forward to catch the girl in a tight, emotional hug. Now that he saw her, he knew he'd really been lying to himself.
Minato Arisato | Persona 3 | ofmywill
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It had taken an hour before he'd calmed down enough to speak. There had been a reason his first communique had been so late in his first day. The surprise of the world not ending on its own had been almost too much to endure.
Minato wished he could go home.
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Minato could handle gods living in his head, whispering advice in friendship and romance. Minato could handle a gigantic tower, soaring up like a giant middle finger to his tiny, human struggles. Minato could handle said tower being filled with inhuman monsters, and him with his friends the only barrier between them and the complete destruction of the world. Minato could even handle that moment of floating up into the sky, knowing his fate and accepting it without reservation.
But come on. Talking rocks.
Minato wished he could go home.
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Nothing had hurt before this, before that year where his potential had finally been gripped and firmly shaken by destiny. He'd drifted from school to school, dorm to dorm, bothered by no-one and making friends who'd forget him as soon as he left again. He'd been that weird, quiet kid in the back who wasn't that great at anything- quiet, average to poor grades, who just generally kept out of the way.
Then Iwatodai, and he could feel himself growing, changing into something much more. Girls actually looked at him, he answered everything right in class, he strove in every area of his life to be as good as he could; the fate of the world rested on his shoulders and to all appearances, he held it up effortlessly ( ... )
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But it was weird, and undeniable; he had gotten used to it over the course of that year. Orpheus, calm and wise master of strings; Thanatos, harbinger of death; Cybele washing down healing light over them all again and again. Minato knew them all by name and could recite a dozen different creation myths without blinking an eyelid thanks to their influence. But here, his mind was quiet, a disturbing barrier placed between him and them. He could feel their presence, but it was like there was a tinted glass wall- anytime he tried to reach out and touch them he was met with only cold, hard resistance.
Right after he'd finished hyperventilating on his very first day, Minato had tried his Evoker. He'd found himself taking in a nervous breath, barrel pressed against his head, finger quivering on the trigger until...boom.Something had fallen open. ( ... )
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He'd been sitting in the big, comfy armchair in their communal lounge, idly grinding in some game he couldn't remember on his PSP. Akihiko and Mitsuru were out on business, Junpei was at the arcade, Yukari and Fuuka were trying to study in Yukari's room, Ken was asleep. Aigis was recharging. He had the place to himself, and the crown was weighing heavy. They were strong, but not strong enough; he tried to push the thought away but it just kept coming back. They couldn't defeat this foe...it was just too large, too powerful. They were kids! What the fuck were they doing with ( ... )
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He hadn't needed the multiple-choice options at all, one thought coming through clearly: When I go home, I won't see her again.
Minato's feet moved before his mind had caught up, moving forward to catch the girl in a tight, emotional hug. Now that he saw her, he knew he'd really been lying to himself.
He didn't want to go home at all.
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choo choo.......................
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A-again, I'd like to see Ken in one maybe BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO if you can't.
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