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realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
messianic) wrote in realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
Minato | Tiir | 020
[The last thing he remembers is infinite space.
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
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Follow me, then. You might want to stay close as well.
[... reign in those heterosexual vibes there, Minato.]
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I'll stay close. You won't have to worry about me.
[Following like a boss! TAKE HIM TO YOUR LEADER--
or well
your home place]
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He starts walking, but as he does, he looks over his shoulder.]
Didn't I say it before? I can't help but worry about you.
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...I guess so. I'll try to not make you worry too much then.