minato arisato (
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recolle2018-08-01 11:05 pm
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i'm too impatient for the event so play something small with me maybe
WHO: Minato/ota
WHERE: Wiffle-Waffle
WHEN: Friday, 8/3, all day
WHAT: a """stake-out""" aka eating waffles and talking because nothing will happen on the 3rd like it usually does. some info-sharing to get people up to date (or alternatively, non-productive wheel spinning with Minato because he knows NOTHING haha)
WARNINGS: none
i.
[ Shit goes down on the 3rd every month --> we don't know what's going to happen aside from something being wrong with Retrospec --> the waffle house used to be where the Retrospec building is and its mailbox is outside --> stake out the waffle house just in case something happens
That's basically the thought process that went into this, but word might not have gotten around that it's happening. If anything, what draws people's attention, if not by word of mouth, is that whoever's on the way to the waffle house early Friday morning may see Minato on his way there too, struggling to push a wheelbarrow up the street.
It's a covered wheelbarrow. There is definitely a blade or three poking through the cover where he'd tried to tie the fabric down so it wouldn't blow off. But don't mind that; help him push. ]
ii.
[ The Wiffle-Waffle is a respectable business which wouldn't appreciate loitering, so head on inside and let's have a waffle party. You're also paying for your own waffles, because Minato isn't made of money. He tries to keep his head down, mostly, finding a far away corner booth to sit at and waving people down with a credit card in one hand, the other hand held by the side of his face as if it does anything to obscure his identity from the workers there who shoot uneasy looks his direction from time to time. ]
Four waffles. Plain. If you can order that for me...
iii. (chronologically after prompt i.... I so clearly edited this in after the fact without reading)
[ He's just stuffing a mini-armory of axes and swords into the mailbox, don't mind him. ]
iv.
[ Time trudges on with nothing happening— a good thing, really. But Minato fiddles with his phone a lot during the time, pulling up a message he'd sent to Zee, checking and rechecking Wednesday's post from Joanne in hopes that it'd corrected himself.
With people here, it's a good a time as any for some info sharing. If anything, it'd be good for people to catch up on what happened last August that'd gotten so many "veterans" riled up, and Minato's one of those who wasn't there and is interested in learning more about it all. ]
So... Summer in Recollé sucks, huh. [ yeah ] ...I was talking to Zee a little, and he mentioned something about old maps, if you know anything about those. I guess it's of the city? Or Retrospec itself. I'm still a bit lost on it all, actually.
WHERE: Wiffle-Waffle
WHEN: Friday, 8/3, all day
WHAT: a """stake-out""" aka eating waffles and talking because nothing will happen on the 3rd like it usually does. some info-sharing to get people up to date (or alternatively, non-productive wheel spinning with Minato because he knows NOTHING haha)
WARNINGS: none
i.
[ Shit goes down on the 3rd every month --> we don't know what's going to happen aside from something being wrong with Retrospec --> the waffle house used to be where the Retrospec building is and its mailbox is outside --> stake out the waffle house just in case something happens
That's basically the thought process that went into this, but word might not have gotten around that it's happening. If anything, what draws people's attention, if not by word of mouth, is that whoever's on the way to the waffle house early Friday morning may see Minato on his way there too, struggling to push a wheelbarrow up the street.
It's a covered wheelbarrow. There is definitely a blade or three poking through the cover where he'd tried to tie the fabric down so it wouldn't blow off. But don't mind that; help him push. ]
ii.
[ The Wiffle-Waffle is a respectable business which wouldn't appreciate loitering, so head on inside and let's have a waffle party. You're also paying for your own waffles, because Minato isn't made of money. He tries to keep his head down, mostly, finding a far away corner booth to sit at and waving people down with a credit card in one hand, the other hand held by the side of his face as if it does anything to obscure his identity from the workers there who shoot uneasy looks his direction from time to time. ]
Four waffles. Plain. If you can order that for me...
iii. (chronologically after prompt i.... I so clearly edited this in after the fact without reading)
[ He's just stuffing a mini-armory of axes and swords into the mailbox, don't mind him. ]
iv.
[ Time trudges on with nothing happening— a good thing, really. But Minato fiddles with his phone a lot during the time, pulling up a message he'd sent to Zee, checking and rechecking Wednesday's post from Joanne in hopes that it'd corrected himself.
With people here, it's a good a time as any for some info sharing. If anything, it'd be good for people to catch up on what happened last August that'd gotten so many "veterans" riled up, and Minato's one of those who wasn't there and is interested in learning more about it all. ]
So... Summer in Recollé sucks, huh. [ yeah ] ...I was talking to Zee a little, and he mentioned something about old maps, if you know anything about those. I guess it's of the city? Or Retrospec itself. I'm still a bit lost on it all, actually.
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H-Hey, wait--!
[ MINATO DON'T FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM THE CRIME SCENE oh my god... naegi just watches as minato runs away and moves out of the country and changes his name to something like makoto yuki. he'll wait here... forever... until help arrives... ]
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Alright. Let's get your shoe off and see the damage.
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... mmfay.
[ translation: "okay". he decides to keep the waffle in his mouth so he could use both hands to untie his shoelaces to properly get his foot out. once done, he slowly pulls out his toe and oh god, he can already see the blood on his sock he can already see the blood on his sock and there it is, ladies and gentlemen, there is naegi's foot with the big toe missing oh boy there it is there it totally is. naegi looks like he's about to faint ]
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You can put that there... [ Um. ] I think we can seal the wound with an egg. The membrane. [ "I saw it on the internet once" but he doesn't say that. ] I'll go get one.
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I-- I think we should... call... an ambulance...
[ he's going to pass out soon, minato. don't do your weird internet hacks. let naegi get his toe back ]
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Luckily for Naegi, Minato's got all his weapons at his disposal. He stands in front of Naegi, and removes his Evoker from the hostler on his belt. ]
Shh. Don't move. I will end your suffering.
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W-Wait! I-I can still live! Losing a toe doesn't mean it's the end of my life!
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This is hostage. Please don't move.
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Minato... why?
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Parvati, maybe? He'll call out Parvati. ]
Hold the toe to your foot and press hard. [ He tosses the toe back to Naegi. ] Make sure it's on straight.
Also... I'm sorry.
[ He puts the Evoker to his head, and pulls the trigger. ]
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[ anyway, naegi does what he says, doing his best to press the toe to his foot in the midst of everything and he just shuts his eyes. whatever you're going to do, minato, just make it quick. he'll see his dead classmates sooner that way ]