[Minato had not heard what would happen should he light a candle and the protective light that enveloped him shortly after was rather warm and comforting. It wasn't until he noticed the change in attitude amongst the locals that he realized something was up. They weren't mean or anything.
But the pitying looks were hardly wanted. Or, perhaps, it was mere sympathy.
He didn't need to be told what was going on, though. And it was only confirmed once he overheard a native advising other otherworlders what the candles meant and what would happen depending on their circumstances. He pursed his lips, earphones clipped onto his ears and head lowered as he decided to step away from the crowds.
Minato had not told very many people, indeed not even a handful, what had happened to him prior to his arrival. He had wanted to keep it that way but now he was a beacon. There was no real way to avoid it now, strangers and friends alike. So, he did his best to try and find a more secluded route to head home.]
Candles - B
[Minato didn't quite make it home. His stomach led him to an establishment that didn't seem too crowded, but the food smelled very invitingly. It was rare that he would look uncomfortable and shy as he waited to be seated. But, as he had come to find, the waiter was quite kind and respectful and didn't bring attention to the light surrounding him. Instead, he was led to a booth that was away from other customers (per his request) and given a menu.
Once he found out that his meal would be discounted, Minato decided to loosen up a little. It also came with free dessert. So, in this particular eatery, one may find it startling that a boy of Minato's size would have a table full of different foods. And he was easily eating through it all. He had the money, even if it wasn't discounted, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage. He also figured he could get a take out bag of the meatless dishes for Louis.]
Ghosts
Um, excuse me?
[Minato, still bathed in that light from lighting the candle, awkwardly held onto a flower wreath at an empty table. A paper ghost was patiently holding onto it as well. He hadn't decided the paper crafts for the ghosts, he was no good at that sort of thing, but he wanted to help them move on, at least.
He knew a thing or two about that, what with not moving on himself and then ending up here. Although, he wasn't a ghost, of course.
He looked down at the wreath and back up to the person.]
Do you mind? They want to move on.
[And he needed a second person to do this.]
Mysterious Masquerade
[Thankfully, the light dimmed sometimes and it seemed being at the masquerade was one of those times. Talk about awkward otherwise, right? Still, he didn't have an outfit on hand so he was givensomething upon arrival. He certainly approved of it, the butterfly look gave him a weird bout of nostalgia although he had no idea why.
While dancing is totally not his thing, the music does help him stop being a wallflower. One hand still in his pocket, the other is held out to you.]
Wanna dance?
Wildcard
[Or we can do something else! Let me know. Just PM this journal, hit me up on Discord at mossflowered or plurk at rainy_mood
Minato Arisato | Persona 3 | Spring | Already in Game
[Minato had not heard what would happen should he light a candle and the protective light that enveloped him shortly after was rather warm and comforting. It wasn't until he noticed the change in attitude amongst the locals that he realized something was up. They weren't mean or anything.
But the pitying looks were hardly wanted. Or, perhaps, it was mere sympathy.
He didn't need to be told what was going on, though. And it was only confirmed once he overheard a native advising other otherworlders what the candles meant and what would happen depending on their circumstances. He pursed his lips, earphones clipped onto his ears and head lowered as he decided to step away from the crowds.
Minato had not told very many people, indeed not even a handful, what had happened to him prior to his arrival. He had wanted to keep it that way but now he was a beacon. There was no real way to avoid it now, strangers and friends alike. So, he did his best to try and find a more secluded route to head home.]
Candles - B
[Minato didn't quite make it home. His stomach led him to an establishment that didn't seem too crowded, but the food smelled very invitingly. It was rare that he would look uncomfortable and shy as he waited to be seated. But, as he had come to find, the waiter was quite kind and respectful and didn't bring attention to the light surrounding him. Instead, he was led to a booth that was away from other customers (per his request) and given a menu.
Once he found out that his meal would be discounted, Minato decided to loosen up a little. It also came with free dessert. So, in this particular eatery, one may find it startling that a boy of Minato's size would have a table full of different foods. And he was easily eating through it all. He had the money, even if it wasn't discounted, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage. He also figured he could get a take out bag of the meatless dishes for Louis.]
Ghosts
Um, excuse me?
[Minato, still bathed in that light from lighting the candle, awkwardly held onto a flower wreath at an empty table. A paper ghost was patiently holding onto it as well. He hadn't decided the paper crafts for the ghosts, he was no good at that sort of thing, but he wanted to help them move on, at least.
He knew a thing or two about that, what with not moving on himself and then ending up here. Although, he wasn't a ghost, of course.
He looked down at the wreath and back up to the person.]
Do you mind? They want to move on.
[And he needed a second person to do this.]
Mysterious Masquerade
[Thankfully, the light dimmed sometimes and it seemed being at the masquerade was one of those times. Talk about awkward otherwise, right? Still, he didn't have an outfit on hand so he was given something upon arrival. He certainly approved of it, the butterfly look gave him a weird bout of nostalgia although he had no idea why.
While dancing is totally not his thing, the music does help him stop being a wallflower. One hand still in his pocket, the other is held out to you.]
Wanna dance?
Wildcard
[Or we can do something else! Let me know. Just PM this journal, hit me up on Discord at mossflowered or plurk at