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[It is fair to say that Minato has not seen Pharos in a very long time.

It is fair to say--through struggles and hardships, through battles and The End--that Minato has not seen one of his very good friends since long before.

Pharos was a key player in this drama.

Minato thinks, sometimes, that it's funny that it would be so long since he'd seen him.

But Elizabeth is a power that cannot be matched in the universe, and Erebus can be withheld by more than just a lonely boy's soul--

And so it comes to pass that Minato is not so trapped anymore. But he's also not quite sure what to do.

He ends up in a park, on a bench, watching life pass by him, just for the brief moment.

...And then he ends up asleep on said bench. Whoops. Help him out here, Pharos.]

redcloakedthief

[It's really not uncommon at all for him to be tossed into a jail cell. It's part of the job hazard--of being a thief, that is.

If they don't try to cut off his hand, he'll be fine. If they do, he'll make a quick and hasty exit.

Simple.

So he's brushing himself off after having been rudely shoved on in there, but he recognizes pretty quickly that he's not alone in this cell.

Still, he doesn't speak until he's brushed off every speck of imaginary dust off, and then he crosses his arms behind his head and comments lazily without even looking--]

I wasn't expecting to have such nice company when I was thrown in here.

messianic

[It's a pretty chill day in the city, and Minato has his hands tucked in his pockets as per usual, headphones on and listening to music.

He's pondering very difficult choices: should he get an ice cream cone? It is ridiculously hot to his mind right now.

Should he get something healthier?

Or should he maybe avoid that demon coming at him--

Yeah, he should do that.

I lied, it's not a chill day. It's a day in the lockdown, and while Minato seems to think things are pretty chill, he should really avoid dying.

Even if he's done that once already.

Atsuro, don't mistake one chill blue-haired protag wearing headphones for another in the lockdown--]

messianic

[He's been there for a month or so. He's been there, been introduced, and...well, he's been given the cold shoulder for the most part.

He hears the mutters, hears the distrust, knows it's entirely because he's human.

And he accepts that, as is his way.

But he does what he can to make it better, just as he promised Tiir he would. He watches the children--there is always someone else who is there with him, just in case, but still, he enjoys the children. He takes care of the chores nobody likes--and that is what he is doing now, buckets in hands, full of water.

They're heavy...but he does the work uncomplainingly. And he's blissfully unaware still just how dangerous life can be here, and blissfully unaware that when he walks through the forest, his steps are stalked by the things that can be dangerous to Tiir and his kind.

He walks through the camp with his shoulders slumped and buckets in hand--And then he runs into Tiir.]

...Ah. Sorry, Tiir-san--

messianic

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messianic

[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.]

firstwife

[They have been here long enough to know exactly how this world works--

But regardless, Rokuro is unsettled and uncomfortable as he paces the room.

. . .

He has now not been at his lord's side for some amount of weeks.

It is a hideous thing to realize, even as he fingers the makeshift bandages he had wrapped around--the eye that does not work and yet...is somehow still present. Newly present.]

messianic

[It's not a particularly out of the ordinary day in the bubble, and this is why Minato thinks little of it when he spies Tiir as he walks, welcoming basket in hand (it's that time of month, after all), and lifts his other hand out of his pocket to wave.]

Tiir-san. How are you?

charientisms

[Who decided that Break could be a therapist?

worst decision ever

But regardless, he is sitting in his chair, feet propped on the desk in front of him as he sucks on a lollipop and waits for his patient to walk in.

La la la.]

unbending

[He'd never hesitate.

Not when it came to fighting for the Toyotomi. Not when it came to something as sacred as that. Mitsunari is fast and skilled--but he is not perfect. Surely it was only a matter of time before...he messed up.

And that was all it took. A moment's misstep, a moment's unbalance, but that was more than enough in the thick of a battle like this.

He was struck over the head, tumbling to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, sword skittering away on the dead and beaten ground. But thankfully--this was not where his story ended. Part luck and part protection on the part of the Toyotomi meant that he did not die on that battlefield. But injured he was, and he did not wake up even as the battle drew to a close and he was carried off the battlefield, under the care of the Toyotomi that he served so faithfully.

So with that care, it was really only a matter of time that he would wake up again, head bandaged and taken care of.

But when he opens his eyes, he doesn't move, merely blinking at the ceiling for a long moment--his actions are strangely muted for him, but perhaps he is simply still...not quite conscious?

Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something else entirely.]

unbending

[He's pacing. He's pacing because his nerves are taut and he is stressed and part of him can't believe this is even happening--

Why is this happening.

Why did he agree to this, anyway?

Pacing. Pacing back and forth, hands tucked in his pockets and not doing anything particularly productive, but hey. So long as he's keeping himself busy, he's okay.

...Or so goes the thought-process but he's still pretty scattered already. Things haven't even gotten started yet.]

unbending

[It's strange.

The last thing he remembers is faltering for a moment. That split second was all it took, of course; Ieyasu did not falter and Ieyasu did not miss.

And Mitsunari wonders what happened in all of this. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Would this sort of ending...would it disappoint Hideyoshi-sama...? He'd fought so very, very hard, only for the end to come to this--

And then he doesn't wonder anything at all.

Not until he opens his eyes and ponders how very strange this is. He remembers dying very starkly, and yet here he is. It's quiet, he notes, about the same time that he notes that his sword is very much absent.

It should not be absent. It should not be quiet. And he should not be alive.

But as he absently clenches a fist and looks up, he wonders if he really is alive at this point. The sky is blue; the ground beneath his feet is grassy and untouched. And--

And turns sharply as he realizes that there's someone else there.]

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