☽ 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 freezes, blinking at Walter.

And, slowly, he responds, even if he has to clench his hands into fists in his pockets so Walter can't see them tremble.]

I...

You...remember it too?

[...but how.]

[asea]

[The noticeable pause prompts him to continue, ignoring Minato's question.]

That was no ordinary dream. What happened in it was real.

[messianic]

[...A slow, steady breath.]

But...that doesn't make sense.

...I have my headphones back. I gave them to Tiir-san.

[also minato you died]

[asea]

That doesn't make it not real.

[That particular one, at the very least, had been.]

Everything took place in a separate dream world. There was simply a physical disconnect between there and Vatheon.

[Like visiting another place entirely in one's sleep . . . sound familiar?]

[messianic]

[...h-hnn.

He draws in a slow breath, and nods, lifting his chin.]

I see.

That may very well be. In which case...thank you for protecting her.

[asea]

Protecting her was not my intention. She would have prolonged a battle that ended quickly.

[It was more efficient to hold her back than to let her loose.]

[messianic]

Whatever your intention, you did protect her, and for that I'm grateful.

[:|b]

[asea]

[A pause, then he turns around toward the outside.]

I don't care.

[Which equates to a farewell for him as he takes off.]

[messianic]

[...oh. well. okay.

He'll just let Walter go, resuming his game against the wall.

Click. Click. Click.]