☽ A Game of Ping Pong

[messianic]

Characters: Minato and you!
Location: In a building just off of the center plaza
Time: All dayyyy
Style: Whatever works!
Status: Open open open!

[It is the strangest thing, to remember dying and then wake up as if nothing had happened. It left him strangely restless, and so he'd skipped out on Welcoming Committee duties, he'd drifted a little away from his social life for just a brief period of time--

He'd died in that strange place, that place that wasn't Vatheon.

But...he'd woken up alive, headphones around his neck and not pressed into Tiir's hands. Was something that vivid really just a dream? So he wandered, in search of something to expend his restless energy on.

And he's found himself at a ping pong table. At first he considers that lack of an opponent a problem, bouncing the ball on the table idly. But then he decides to play with the wall (it doesn't seem to bother him that he can't ever win that way).

So there is the click! click! click! of a ping pong ball being hit back and forth coming from an otherwise quiet building into the plaza. He might be getting a little into it.

Further inspection reveals a whiffed shot--don't get hit by the ball!]

Comments

[messianic]

[He's met someone who was reincarnated before, so he just nods. What he's really concerned about is--]

How are you doing with that?

[How do you feel about it? Of course he's most concerned about Ruca.]

[demonicbookworm]

<sub>[he's surprised that you're not surprised.

For a moment he is wondering how he should answer this question.]</sub>

Well... at first I was glad-- I mean, the person I used to be in my past life was complete different from me right now. He was strong, powerful, fearless and respected by everyone... but...

_{[how should he put this?... It's not like he thinks it's bad he has those memories. Sometimes it was really hard on him though. He remembers how he died and some people from his world would want to kill him just because he was Asura in the past...]}

[messianic]

[...He's quiet for a long moment, absorbing that. It takes a lot these days to surprise him--but he is a little concerned about Ruca.]

...That's a lot on your shoulders, though.

[Talk to him. He's here: as a friend.]

[demonicbookworm]

_{[He nods sadly.]}

There is. But it's okay... I'm not going to complain about anything. I can't do that.

_{[Someone has to fix that mess.]}

[messianic]

[...Mm.]

So what do you do instead?

[If you can't complain. If there's something else you have to do--]

[demonicbookworm]

I... I have to keep moving onwards and never give up. After all, there is something I have to do...

_{[he has to fix the world somehow.]}