07

[asea]

Who: Walter and you
Where: Nostalgia Nook
When: Early evening
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Walter treats today like any other day, seeing as how the event revolving around it is none of his concern. And today he pays the Nostalgia Nook a visit, though he's not particularly wealthy in StarFish Tokens, wading through the small crowd of children playing at the park to the heart of the shops. This time, one shop of familiar colors catches his attention, and the peddler behind the booth beckons him to come closer. On the display are a few samples not unlike Walter's attire.

The peddler says something or another about what a coincidence it must be, but Walter is more preoccupied with the pamphlet nearby. He takes it.

Shining Blue
Land encompassed by a shimmering ocean [ . . . ] This shop reflects the culture of mythological creatures.

This is outdated.

The peddler offers in an outstretched hand an orange earring like pair on Walter's left ear. He shakes his head, and says maybe a little coldly,]

I don't need it.

[Sometime after that, he'll be wandering around to familiarize himself with what's there tonight, glimpsing at the occasional pamphlet the stores shove onto him; there may very well be a chance he's looking at one about your world.]

( ooc: Feel free to write vague blurbs on what might be found on the pamphlet for your character's world at his/her respective store! )

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[asea]

. . . Well?

[Go on, before he loses that small shred of patience.]

[messianic]

[First he shoves the flowers into Walter's grasp, because--]

Hold these for me.

[And then he leads the way.

Yeah walter he just gave you flowers.]

[asea]

[What.

There . . . really isn't anything else he can do with them but drop them, so after a moment of watching Minato's retreating back, Walter's one-handed grip on the flowers tighten. Then he follows.]

[messianic]

[Yay good.

Minato leads his way on over to a simple shop that has a Jack Frost outside of it. And with his hands tucked into his pockets--]

This is my world's shop.

[asea]

[Walter takes one glance at the Jack Frost, not recognizing the appearance of the creature, then turns back to Minato, silent. Minato's crawling to a point here.]

[messianic]

[Crawling.

For a reason. He draws in a slow breath--and sighs.]

I can't go back home anymore. [Because he's dead.] Regardless of what happens here.

But it's still important to me.

[asea]

[He can easily guess as to why, given what he's seen of Minato's character. Actually, the one time was more than enough.

He doesn't say anything, and waits for Minato to continue.]

[messianic]

[He just lifts his chin then, looking at Walter squarely.]

You can be angry at whoever you want, and for whatever reason.

But if you want things to change, you have to be willing to educate people. And you are the only expert on your home.

[asea]

[This is what Minato brought him here for? To tell him to educate people? In the name of change?

No, people are the same. They are incapable of learning. They see one thing and refuse to hear the other, the more humane part of what they deem monstrous. Whether a monster is capable of crying or speech, they don't care.

They tried change a long time ago. It failed. It is a fool's move to try something that failed again.

Walter levels Minato with an icy look. Flatly,]

The change you speak of isn't what I desire. Educating them is far from my interests.

[No, the change the Ferines want is the change back to the beginning. Back to how things were . . . ]

[messianic]

[He was afraid of that. He was a little afraid that Walter didn't care to make things change, didn't care if he was always at odds with people.

It makes Minato a little sad.

But it also means he has to change his tactics a little. He just meets Walter's gaze, nodding.]

Then what do you want?

[asea]

[At first, his instinctive reply is to say, "I don't want anything." All Walter strives for is what his people need. Want on a selfish level shouldn't factor into this, but the truth of the matter is that it does. It always has.

And it is personal, and not something for people to know so carelessly.]

I know what I want. I don't need you to ask to remind me.

[Nor is he about to share.]

[messianic]

[He tilts his head. "Remind" him? That hadn't been his intention at all.

But he just nods.]

Alright. I'm glad to hear that then.

But--

[asea]

[Curiosity killed the cat, Minato.

Walter's scowl persists. But what now?]

[messianic]

...If you care about your people so much, why don't you correct people? When they're wrong about them?

[Yeah, he's pieced some of it together.]

[asea]

[Unsurprising, given all the clues and blatant answers Minato has received in fragments. Walter stares, then rests a hand on his side, the other arm extending forward.]

. . . because it won't make a difference.

[messianic]

[...It's not challenging so much as curious, when he responds.]

How do you know that for sure?

[What happened to make you believe that?]

[asea]

[Because they'll end up dead anyway.

Because people don't change.

Because it's all he's known.]

They're all the same.

[With that, Walter turns around, ready to leave.]

[messianic]

[He doesn't stop Walter for a long moment, hands tucked into his pockets as he watches him go.

And when he responds, it's to call out--]

You're doing your people a disservice to think like that, Walter-san.

They deserve better than to have a hopeless cause.

[asea]

[A moment to slow down and hear Minato out -- because he gives Orerines that much, at least -- and he has nothing to say to that. The blood in his body, however, boils at what it takes to be an offense to the Ferines.

A disservice, hm? They're happy to go along with it. No, he's only been following the crowd. He's never once deviated from the masses. That is what they had wanted. That future they had sought is one overflowing with hope.

With that thought and no visible reaction to Minato, he marches away.]