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badfic_manor2010-12-14 06:44 am
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001; in person
[ The first thing he notices is that he appears to no longer in be in constant, agonising pain. Pretty easy thing to notice, all things considered!
The second thing is that it is fucking cold. Minato sits up with a jolt, drawing in one sharp breath, eyes wide for just a few seconds as everything comes flooding back: noise, people, sunlight, life...the boy's breath rises and falls for some time, just staring straight ahead, before he manages to get himself together enough to notice anything other than broad concepts.
He appears to have been laying on a park bench, bundled up in his usual winter clothing, a name searing itself indelibly into his conciousness within those first few seconds. Elphaba...whoever that was, he had to get a present for Elphaba.
Then someone yells at him to get a job and he sits up properly, swinging his legs off the park bench. People walking past, a hot-dog vendor over there, ducks...and everyone is speaking- what is that, English? It is.
Curiouser and curiouser. Minato feels a few weights on his person and gets to investigating: his mp3 player and headphones are back, thank goodness, and his Evoker is tucked into a safe inner pocket. That just leaves this odd cellphoney device- he tugs it out and looks down at it, eyes still hazy from sleep and confusion. ]
...a city? How?
[ H-help, guys. He has no idea what's going on. ]
The second thing is that it is fucking cold. Minato sits up with a jolt, drawing in one sharp breath, eyes wide for just a few seconds as everything comes flooding back: noise, people, sunlight, life...the boy's breath rises and falls for some time, just staring straight ahead, before he manages to get himself together enough to notice anything other than broad concepts.
He appears to have been laying on a park bench, bundled up in his usual winter clothing, a name searing itself indelibly into his conciousness within those first few seconds. Elphaba...whoever that was, he had to get a present for Elphaba.
Then someone yells at him to get a job and he sits up properly, swinging his legs off the park bench. People walking past, a hot-dog vendor over there, ducks...and everyone is speaking- what is that, English? It is.
Curiouser and curiouser. Minato feels a few weights on his person and gets to investigating: his mp3 player and headphones are back, thank goodness, and his Evoker is tucked into a safe inner pocket. That just leaves this odd cellphoney device- he tugs it out and looks down at it, eyes still hazy from sleep and confusion. ]
...a city? How?
[ H-help, guys. He has no idea what's going on. ]
action;
[a moment of reminiscing before she withdraws their hands from her pocket and let's go so as to hold her coco in two hands.]
Do you want to walk? I could show you the manor.
action;
[ but he nods and does the same, warming his hands against the hote liquid. ]
action;
action;
action;
[and a giggle]
I was wrong. You're not as much like my brother as I thought; you're more laid back than he.
action;
Shall we go?
action;
You can lead. I promise I won't let you get lost.
action;
[ Striding off down the street, then! With his usual stellar slouching abilities. Minato seems absorbed by all the shiny shit around them, drinking it all in. An American city...man. ]