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[ the problem with the current date is it means that minato arisato of liberty city, united states, earth, has been in hell for two months, twenty-three days, and nineteen hours.
if you're looking to convert that to the time of the underworld, that's two years, nine months, and nineteen days.
it's no wonder, then, that the minato walking the halls looks like he's seen better days. the suit just barely clinging to his pale skin looks ready to fall apart on a moment's notice, the fabric shredded and torn by what must have been nasty claws. that pale skin? marred here and there by the very claws that took to his once pristine suit. flesh tears much the same as fabric does, y'know. he knows that well. too well.
right now, he doesn't have a clue why he's here. why he's been giving a reprieve. this doesn't make sense. it's too good to be true. once you're thrown in the pit, there's no backing out. "abandon all hope, ye who enter here." god, is it true, so why is he here? why is his each step not hindered by thrashing, screaming bodies? where's the cacophony of screams? where are the ones that take such delight in hearing him cry out and seeing his blood spill?
this is... too much.
hello, bench. it's good to see you. he just needs to drop down heavily to the well worn wood and take a break, his head hung low. ]
[ ooc; h-hello, again, after so long. i know i'm so terrible by doing this, but, um. it's kinda true that minato was doomed to this fate! D: i felt like bringing him back out, despite... well... game over. SO YEAH. HI. ;A; ]
if you're looking to convert that to the time of the underworld, that's two years, nine months, and nineteen days.
it's no wonder, then, that the minato walking the halls looks like he's seen better days. the suit just barely clinging to his pale skin looks ready to fall apart on a moment's notice, the fabric shredded and torn by what must have been nasty claws. that pale skin? marred here and there by the very claws that took to his once pristine suit. flesh tears much the same as fabric does, y'know. he knows that well. too well.
right now, he doesn't have a clue why he's here. why he's been giving a reprieve. this doesn't make sense. it's too good to be true. once you're thrown in the pit, there's no backing out. "abandon all hope, ye who enter here." god, is it true, so why is he here? why is his each step not hindered by thrashing, screaming bodies? where's the cacophony of screams? where are the ones that take such delight in hearing him cry out and seeing his blood spill?
this is... too much.
hello, bench. it's good to see you. he just needs to drop down heavily to the well worn wood and take a break, his head hung low. ]
[ ooc; h-hello, again, after so long. i know i'm so terrible by doing this, but, um. it's kinda true that minato was doomed to this fate! D: i felt like bringing him back out, despite... well... game over. SO YEAH. HI. ;A; ]