[ He did fill up his compendium, but that's not necessarily all of them, is it? He would give anything to have Cerberus... but unfortunately, it looks like there are Personas unique to certain people, and it's impossible. ]
I have a hundred and fifty. They're real, but I dunno how I can show you.
[ He points a finger at his head and mimes pulling the trigger, as if that means anything to her. ]
[ Honestly, Nanami should be more focused on things like figuring out where they are, how she's still functioning, if this is even real, or a million other things, but those are things to worry about later. There is a Pokemon next to her! And a person who is apparently saying that they have soul monsters; though this guy might be more like Gundam and just say that stuff. Regardless, this conversation is more in the realm of things that she knows so it's easier for her to carry on talking without pausing a hundred times. ]
Why do you need a wagon?
[ She's automatically thinking of small-sized balls, forgetting that there are larger ones. Sports are definitely not her forte and all important ball-shaped items are small, like Materia and Pokeballs. ]
Hmm... the max capacity is six so a fifth can go in your bag... and a sixth under your hat...?
[ Maybe Minato is just a really weird guy who likes to do things the hard way and keep his balls really far apart from each other. Nanami isn't here to judge because what does she know? She's just an AI. ]
[ Persona... compendium... PC. It's not an automatic process, though, and it's a little more complicated than he can wrap his mind around, so he sort of just shakes his head and shrugs helplessly, to indicate that he knows fuck all anything else about the process. ]
I've never seen this one before, though. [ He gives Chansey a poke on the side. Or ass. He can't see what he's poking, it's just a huge expanse of pink on his lap. ]
[ Nanami nods. She sees. So, it's similar to Digital Devil Story: Megami Tensei and its demon program. That makes sense to her. She nods again in response to Minato's question. ]
It's a Chansey. It's a normal-type Pokemon.
[ She looks upwards as she thinks. It's finally time to start figuring out what's going on. ]
[ Normal type is like... what... beast Persona or something. It doesn't really matter, if he can't get this thing off of him, so instead he leans forward and presses his cheek against Chansey to use as a pillow while he looks around the room.
It's a pretty small room, four beds and a sink in the back with a cabinet above it, and a door that leads outside. Empty, clean, and white. ]
It looks like a hospital...
[ He tears his gaze off the door and looks back at Nanami. ]
[ Such a sentence would have shaken most people to the core, but not for Nanami. She knows she died. There's no doubt about it. Her real-life counterpart died years ago and she, this copied version of the original, was executed. She doesn't seem very distressed about that, however. She willingly chose to accept her death and even asked for it, so she's not that upset. It was for her friends, but she's more confused. Do programs go to an afterlife? Is this the recycle bin? ]
[ Recycle bin............ as if they'd have the mercy of sparing her shift delete. ]
Mm... I don't know. I'd like to think so.
[ He thinks of Aigis, naturally, of how she'd grown to become her own person and how he'd left her behind... He wouldn't want her to follow him here after death, no matter how lonely he feels without her and everybody else, no matter her promise to always be by his side. ]
I wouldn't know if this is heaven, though. Purgatory, maybe? The space before it.
[ There's no reason for him to believe he would go to heaven, but maybe Nanami still has a chance. ]
[ It suits better as well. The afterlife isn't just split into heaven and hell and, well, this doesn't look like heaven like they look like in games. Where are the clouds? Don't they get angel wings? ]
[ He agrees readily, but there's still the problem of being a temporarily (HOPEFULLY) paraplegic, and he makes one last attempt to rolls Chansey off his lap so he can get off the floor. ]
Hey, uh... hm. What's your name?
[ He looks to Nanami helplessly, and then goes back to the Pokemon. ]
[ There's nothing wrong with peeing your pants, Minato. Nanami can immediately think of one character who peed their pants for their first appearance in a video game series and he's still a beloved main character (i.e. Otacon). She won't judge. ]
... Chansey, can you stand up?
[ Nanami still has an egg in her hands so she can't poke it. I hope the Chansey just looks at them like this. ]
Maybe if he pees his pants, it'll get uncomfortable enough and get off. It'll be his last resort, so he hopes Nanami wins this staring contest and sets him free. Barring that, maybe there's something in his pocket he can use... a goho-m maybe...
He pulls out a pocketfull of rancid gravy and tries to reach around Chansey to entice it, and ends up sort of smearing its side with gravy. ]
[ Oh my god. It's been there since last April so almost a full year, yeah, that's getting the Chansey off his lap with a shriek, and it runs out of the door screaming down the hall with panicked "Chan! Chan! Chan!!" while the sounds of multiple doors being flung open can be heard outside of the room.
Somebody pulls the fire alarm and the alarms start blaring, lights start flashing, and the ceiling sprinklers go off too for good measure, because maybe that can help wash out the smell.
[ Can you start off a social link already reversed? Just get to the first level but it's immediately red? Asking for a friend because she has video games in her backpack and she's going to be very upset about getting them wet. ]
[ She would just bolt but she actually cares about people so she doesn't ditch Minato, as much as he deserves it. She'll help him up and out but as soon as they're standing amidst all the other evacuees, she gives him the face in the icon while taking off her backpack. She is soaked and her bag is dripping... ]
[ Invest in waterproof backpacks, Nanami... Minato stands and almost immediately collapses back against the bed because his legs are on fire as the blood finally gets the chance to flow through them again.
That look on her face is hard to pretend he didn't notice... He doesn't have much on him besides the clothes on his back, but he can at least shrug off a soggy jacket and lay it down over her head and backpack, where it doesn't help very much because it's also wet, but it'll keep her and her things from getting wetter, maybe. For a minute. ]
Let's... get outside.
[ Thunder booms overhead, followed by the drumming of heavy rain on the roof. ]
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[ He did fill up his compendium, but that's not necessarily all of them, is it? He would give anything to have Cerberus... but unfortunately, it looks like there are Personas unique to certain people, and it's impossible. ]
I have a hundred and fifty. They're real, but I dunno how I can show you.
[ He points a finger at his head and mimes pulling the trigger, as if that means anything to her. ]
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You don't have your Pokeballs with you?
[ The gesture does mean absolutely nothing to her. Guns aren't even allowed in Pokemon, so she doesn't know what he means. ]
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No...? What are those?
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Did you mean... you have real soul monsters?
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[ He places a hand on his chest. Right here in his heart, even though it's sort of in his head too? It's complicated. ]
Max capacity of twelve. Seems a little more convenient than balls. Did you have to tow around a wagon, or...
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Why do you need a wagon?
[ She's automatically thinking of small-sized balls, forgetting that there are larger ones. Sports are definitely not her forte and all important ball-shaped items are small, like Materia and Pokeballs. ]
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[ Are there more important things to talk about? No. ]
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[ Maybe Minato is just a really weird guy who likes to do things the hard way and keep his balls really far apart from each other. Nanami isn't here to judge because what does she know? She's just an AI. ]
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I don't own a hat, or a bag... After six, does the rest go into your soul or something?
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[ She says this so matter-of-fact as if everyone is just born with a hat and a bag. ]
Mm, it goes into a PC. Where do your soul monsters go after twelve?
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[ Persona... compendium... PC. It's not an automatic process, though, and it's a little more complicated than he can wrap his mind around, so he sort of just shakes his head and shrugs helplessly, to indicate that he knows fuck all anything else about the process. ]
I've never seen this one before, though. [ He gives Chansey a poke on the side. Or ass. He can't see what he's poking, it's just a huge expanse of pink on his lap. ]
You know it?
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It's a Chansey. It's a normal-type Pokemon.
[ She looks upwards as she thinks. It's finally time to start figuring out what's going on. ]
... I wonder where we are? Or why we're here?
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It's a pretty small room, four beds and a sink in the back with a cabinet above it, and a door that leads outside. Empty, clean, and white. ]
It looks like a hospital...
[ He tears his gaze off the door and looks back at Nanami. ]
We're here 'cause we're dead.
[ Fact. ]
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[ Such a sentence would have shaken most people to the core, but not for Nanami. She knows she died. There's no doubt about it. Her real-life counterpart died years ago and she, this copied version of the original, was executed. She doesn't seem very distressed about that, however. She willingly chose to accept her death and even asked for it, so she's not that upset. It was for her friends, but she's more confused. Do programs go to an afterlife? Is this the recycle bin? ]
Do AIs go to heaven, though...?
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Mm... I don't know. I'd like to think so.
[ He thinks of Aigis, naturally, of how she'd grown to become her own person and how he'd left her behind... He wouldn't want her to follow him here after death, no matter how lonely he feels without her and everybody else, no matter her promise to always be by his side. ]
I wouldn't know if this is heaven, though. Purgatory, maybe? The space before it.
[ There's no reason for him to believe he would go to heaven, but maybe Nanami still has a chance. ]
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[ It suits better as well. The afterlife isn't just split into heaven and hell and, well, this doesn't look like heaven like they look like in games. Where are the clouds? Don't they get angel wings? ]
... hey, let's go outside and look around.
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Hey, uh... hm. What's your name?
[ He looks to Nanami helplessly, and then goes back to the Pokemon. ]
C'mon... Get off... What if I have to pee?
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[ There's nothing wrong with peeing your pants, Minato. Nanami can immediately think of one character who peed their pants for their first appearance in a video game series and he's still a beloved main character (i.e. Otacon). She won't judge. ]
... Chansey, can you stand up?
[ Nanami still has an egg in her hands so she can't poke it. I hope the Chansey just looks at them like this. ]
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Chansey just looks at them like that. Just like that. Blank smile and everything. You're not my trainer!!! ]
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...
[ Nanami says nothing and just watches Chansey. Maybe it's just lagging. ]
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[ ... staring contest?? ]
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(:!!! The Chansey does not back down.
Maybe if he pees his pants, it'll get uncomfortable enough and get off. It'll be his last resort, so he hopes Nanami wins this staring contest and sets him free. Barring that, maybe there's something in his pocket he can use... a goho-m maybe...
He pulls out a pocketfull of rancid gravy and tries to reach around Chansey to entice it, and ends up sort of smearing its side with gravy. ]
Whoops. Uh... Hey, maybe you're hungry...?
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[ How long was that rancid gravy in Minato's pocket because this but with gravy. An alarm is going to go off. ]
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Somebody pulls the fire alarm and the alarms start blaring, lights start flashing, and the ceiling sprinklers go off too for good measure, because maybe that can help wash out the smell.
The entire hospital is being evacuated. ]
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[ She would just bolt but she actually cares about people so she doesn't ditch Minato, as much as he deserves it. She'll help him up and out but as soon as they're standing amidst all the other evacuees, she gives him the face in the icon while taking off her backpack. She is soaked and her bag is dripping... ]
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That look on her face is hard to pretend he didn't notice... He doesn't have much on him besides the clothes on his back, but he can at least shrug off a soggy jacket and lay it down over her head and backpack, where it doesn't help very much because it's also wet, but it'll keep her and her things from getting wetter, maybe. For a minute. ]
Let's... get outside.
[ Thunder booms overhead, followed by the drumming of heavy rain on the roof. ]
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