[ Minato can be found in the vicinity of the hospital during the critical early half hour, delaying the progression of the Cursed Heroes in various ways. Rather than taking them head on, he would use the various elements to cause the ground at their feet to be slippery, to block them off with raising up the ground, and even futilely trying to deter or distract them with fire or water. This was a challenge... but he was less afraid than tired. He'd been casting at a consistent pace, he needed some time to catch his breath--but this was going to be one long night. He hoped if he lived by the end of this, he could have a nice nap that spanned a week. And if not, that the embrace of death would at least be relaxing. ]
Streets - A & B; A) vs. An Old Memory;
[ Because his day wasn't bad enough.
Minato gets distracted from his evacuation duties by seeing a familiar face across him: A familiar face that he last saw a long, long time ago. Minato stares at her, and she stares back with a gentle expression that nonetheless felt off. He thought he was better than this; and truth be told, this was something the Shifter would not have been able to find in detail within the depths of his mind, if circumstances had played out differently. ]
[ There's more than a passing resemblance between the two. Minato had inherited her blue hair (though hers went down just a bit past her shoulders), and a soft expression, hers more apparently kind, than Minato's being dazed. What was he supposed to do? She shouldn't be here. She couldn't be here... ]
... Mother... That's not you.
[ She tilts her head, smile slowly extending further past normal into her cheeks. ]
[ Minato breathes heavily. When he exhales, he casts a concentrated Firaga, and his following expression is unreadable, if it was more in sadness, or rage. This being Minato--maybe it would best be put, he didn't care for this situation, or this oncoming fight. He knew he was at a disadvantage, and can't win without his Ghostbuster job. But he couldn't take another second of this sickly impersonation that attempted to be sweet. He had let go of the past a long time back, with no intention to yearn for impossibilities like some child. ]
She died ten years ago. Don't wear her face like that.
[ Finding him, somehow, was very easy for her this time around, even if she wasn't really herself. She set a nearby house on fire to make her presence known to him... How flashy. ]
Elizabeth-san--
[ Without warning, he next feels the biting chill of more freezing wind at his shoulder, narrowly dodging it with his thankfully now-existent battle instincts. He stares in disbelief, and he could feel his heart pounding harshly against his chest. The round, floating snowman figure with its wide smile disappeared, and was now replaced by a tall dark figure, with a hammer. They listened to the bidding of the blood-splattered, silver-haired woman.
Run. Run, she'll kill you.
Though he had only gained minimal information during the time they had spent together--he could feel it in his mind, that she was unleashing the powers of Persona. Didn't she call herself a friend? Was there any awareness of her self, still in there? One more try, then he would retreat. ]
Elizabeth-san...!
[ But no response. A thunderbolt crashes loudly behind him and shattered tile and debris crash into his back, blurring his vision and hearing as he felt the sharp pain over his right shoulder. What strength she had--! He's never felt this forced into a corner before. He notices the street behind his footing now had a steep, gaping hole in it... Ah, so that's how it was; literally had himself right where she wanted him. Her steps continued on slowly, in an unsettling half-drag, half-rhythmic skip. Even if she probably had no emotion as this shell moved, it was like she was having fun... maybe toying around with him, before finishing him off properly? Minato clutched his stinging shoulder, looked around his other sustained wounds, and with his palm dripping red verified that he was bleeding. ]
...
[ Damn it, he could barely feel his legs. Resignation to his fate flashes over his eyes, but... maybe someone can catch him before Elizabeth's next move. To join him in action, or to yell at him to run... Or Minato might just do something a little nuts that involves changing his elevation. ]
Around the Hospital, In the Streets
[ Minato can be found in the vicinity of the hospital during the critical early half hour, delaying the progression of the Cursed Heroes in various ways. Rather than taking them head on, he would use the various elements to cause the ground at their feet to be slippery, to block them off with raising up the ground, and even futilely trying to deter or distract them with fire or water. This was a challenge... but he was less afraid than tired. He'd been casting at a consistent pace, he needed some time to catch his breath--but this was going to be one long night. He hoped if he lived by the end of this, he could have a nice nap that spanned a week. And if not, that the embrace of death would at least be relaxing. ]
Streets - A & B;
A) vs. An Old Memory;
[ Because his day wasn't bad enough.
Minato gets distracted from his evacuation duties by seeing a familiar face across him: A familiar face that he last saw a long, long time ago. Minato stares at her, and she stares back with a gentle expression that nonetheless felt off. He thought he was better than this; and truth be told, this was something the Shifter would not have been able to find in detail within the depths of his mind, if circumstances had played out differently. ]
Hello, Minato̙̲. Beautiful night, i̢̬̪sn't it? Are̷͍n't you t͖̺͠i̧red? Why ḑ̗̰̹̝̝͓̳o̮̣͇͠ņ̟̰̭'̧t͟ ́ỵ̥ou ̖̼͔̻r̸͇̤̬̖̼͉̭eͅs̼̫͜t̤͔̦̹̺̝ ̵̹͖̞̹͔f̨͕̩or ͙̼̠̗̘͖ḁ ͙̯͈͇͕whil͏͇̪̣̲̩̣̥e̹̩͙̠͓...
[ There's more than a passing resemblance between the two. Minato had inherited her blue hair (though hers went down just a bit past her shoulders), and a soft expression, hers more apparently kind, than Minato's being dazed. What was he supposed to do? She shouldn't be here. She couldn't be here... ]
... Mother... That's not you.
[ She tilts her head, smile slowly extending further past normal into her cheeks. ]
Ẁha̺̖̗t͓̼̠̖̲̼̲͘ ̮d͕̱͇̫͍o̰͚̣̫͚ ̯̫̮̫̦̗͇yo̧u͖̤̳̜̞͍͝ͅ ͈m̢͙ẹ̹͈͟a̱̗̳̬̻̠n̡̼͓͈͍͚̬͎?̹͎̩̖͍ͅ
[ Minato breathes heavily. When he exhales, he casts a concentrated Firaga, and his following expression is unreadable, if it was more in sadness, or rage. This being Minato--maybe it would best be put, he didn't care for this situation, or this oncoming fight. He knew he was at a disadvantage, and can't win without his Ghostbuster job. But he couldn't take another second of this sickly impersonation that attempted to be sweet. He had let go of the past a long time back, with no intention to yearn for impossibilities like some child. ]
She died ten years ago. Don't wear her face like that.
[ So shut up, and stop trying to deceive him. ]
Y̴̲͇̺̓̓͆̉̚o̠̳̗͚̬͉ͭ̂u͓̗͓͓͊̊̾̂̄ ̨̰̻̰͒̽ͦͦ̎̚ḷ̳̦̦͔̃̿̓̓i̙̣͉͓̙̝̓͐ͧ̓̋̽̌t̨̺̟͛̎̎ͭ̒͆͒ṱ̶̩̯̥͚ͭl͍͇̮͕͚͖̥ͮ̏̌e̫̲̥ͫͭ̆̽̒̇ ̮̼̝̀̇̂ͤ̊̊̒BR̪̝̥̯̰͉̦͗̀̅ͭͥ̿Aͦ̋̓͐́́͘T̵ͬͣͣ.̴̖̜̦̱ͩ̋͆̌̉
̩͇͕̥̭͓͇ͬ͐ͨ͞
̨̫͇̹̺̠̝̓̿̂̇D͗́ͯ̔̌ͥI͍͓̙͍̠͓͇ͭ̾̽̽ͫ̉̚͜E̠̯̻͍̻̥ͯ͊̈́̅͞ͅ.͕̮̰͚̬̱̼
B) vs. Elizabeth;
[ Finding him, somehow, was very easy for her this time around, even if she wasn't really herself. She set a nearby house on fire to make her presence known to him... How flashy. ]
Elizabeth-san--
[ Without warning, he next feels the biting chill of more freezing wind at his shoulder, narrowly dodging it with his thankfully now-existent battle instincts. He stares in disbelief, and he could feel his heart pounding harshly against his chest. The round, floating snowman figure with its wide smile disappeared, and was now replaced by a tall dark figure, with a hammer. They listened to the bidding of the blood-splattered, silver-haired woman.
Run.
Run, she'll kill you.
Though he had only gained minimal information during the time they had spent together--he could feel it in his mind, that she was unleashing the powers of Persona. Didn't she call herself a friend? Was there any awareness of her self, still in there? One more try, then he would retreat. ]
Elizabeth-san...!
[ But no response. A thunderbolt crashes loudly behind him and shattered tile and debris crash into his back, blurring his vision and hearing as he felt the sharp pain over his right shoulder. What strength she had--! He's never felt this forced into a corner before. He notices the street behind his footing now had a steep, gaping hole in it... Ah, so that's how it was; literally had himself right where she wanted him. Her steps continued on slowly, in an unsettling half-drag, half-rhythmic skip. Even if she probably had no emotion as this shell moved, it was like she was having fun... maybe toying around with him, before finishing him off properly? Minato clutched his stinging shoulder, looked around his other sustained wounds, and with his palm dripping red verified that he was bleeding. ]
...
[ Damn it, he could barely feel his legs. Resignation to his fate flashes over his eyes, but... maybe someone can catch him before Elizabeth's next move. To join him in action, or to yell at him to run... Or Minato might just do something a little nuts that involves changing his elevation. ]