[She can't sleep. This in and of itself isn't strange, since Minako often has bouts of insomnia, nights where school and work and thoughts keep her up. But tonight she's unable to concentrate on anything that would normally keep her busy through the late hours. Parking herself in the darkness of the living room, curling up on the couch and vibrating with restless energy, she waits. For what, she doesn't know, but--
the explosion of light in the city, combined with the ominous toll of Lucy's grandfather clock marking midnight...it feels like a sign. She jolts up, flinging open the front door just in time to see something flicker across the sky. Minako is overwhelmed with the sudden need to be there, right now, some sort of primal instinct that almost stifles the common sense of taking her spear with her, before she runs out the door in just her pajamas and a pair of boots.
The city streets are different at night, but she navigates through them without really seeing anything, running at a fast clip until she skids to a stop at the Towers' enormous empty parking lot. The building is ominous as ever, equated as they are to the Tartarus of the other Minako's memories. But it's the figure in front of it that has her on edge now.
There's a hundred feet between them but she thinks it hears her regardless when she speaks.]
...was it me who was drawn here, or were you calling for me? [She fixes her gaze on the white mask, terrified but unable to look anywhere else.] Either way, what do you want with me?
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the explosion of light in the city, combined with the ominous toll of Lucy's grandfather clock marking midnight...it feels like a sign. She jolts up, flinging open the front door just in time to see something flicker across the sky. Minako is overwhelmed with the sudden need to be there, right now, some sort of primal instinct that almost stifles the common sense of taking her spear with her, before she runs out the door in just her pajamas and a pair of boots.
The city streets are different at night, but she navigates through them without really seeing anything, running at a fast clip until she skids to a stop at the Towers' enormous empty parking lot. The building is ominous as ever, equated as they are to the Tartarus of the other Minako's memories. But it's the figure in front of it that has her on edge now.
There's a hundred feet between them but she thinks it hears her regardless when she speaks.]
...was it me who was drawn here, or were you calling for me? [She fixes her gaze on the white mask, terrified but unable to look anywhere else.] Either way, what do you want with me?