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[Anyone hanging around the spring area better not be standing too close, least they get splashed on. The individual that falls out of the air and into the water looked like they had been plucked from their world in the middle of a nap… or a drunken coma, as the case may be. They certainly woke up once they hit the water though, coughing and sputtering in utter confusion as they struggled to shore.]

[The person clung to the edge of the spring once he got to it, staring around blearily, as if he didn't really know what he was looking at. Finally, he ran a hand over his face as a green dragonfly fluttered down to hover around his head.]

…if Dojima-san was looking for a new way to wake me up, he sure went overboard…

[Later on, said person appears on the orbs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He looks really frumpy and slouched over, not to mention completely soaked.]

M-man, and here I was worried about waking up with a hang over. I guess I should have been more worried about random splash downs.

[He pauses for a moment, trying to regain some of his dignity (not that there was much there to begin with).]

Adachi Tohru, Inaba PD. Er… anyone mind filling me in on what's going on here?

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[He's quiet for a few moments, letting that line of thought settle. There are other more important and more comfortable points to discuss.]

I guess I should explain that people here are brought from different times, too. I'm from 2010.

Wha-- really?! We're way into twenty-twelve before I ended up here.

I thought so. Shirogane-san said the events in Inaba began in 2011 and finished in 2012. We've been talking a bit, trying to work out some connections between our experiences.

[Casually slipping into actual business here. They're close enough to the house, he can start the talk.]

Yeah, I... had to tell her...

[The memory of that conversation still made his stomach twist. He really didn't want to tell her how many people Seito killed; not a Naoto that looked up to the kid as a leader instead of him. That wasn't fair.]

...How things were different in your version of things. [He assumes its different, and bad, from what he already knows.] She told you Seito Souzen is here, I take it? Assuming you're the "Fool of a detective" he mentioned.

...There's a lot to cover, I guess you realize that by now.

H-ha... yeah, that would be me, literally.

[His stomach did another flip. He had called himself that in jest, and Seito threw it back in his face to mock him. Knowing that he was still calling him that... ugh.]

Yeah, quite a bit. Let's get that done behind closed doors though...

[Minato's comment about being a Fool with an mp3 player had been in jest, and look where it got him.]

Right. We're almost there. [He indicates a nearby house with his head. It's a reasonably sized one, since he and Marie had gotten a house with room for both of them and a little extra.

Once they get there, he politely holds the door for you.] We can talk in the living room or my room. Doesn't really matter. [His room will just have more hints of a familiar shade of blue, and a couple personal items. And an arsenal in the closet.]

Wherever you're comfortable; it's your house.

[...not a shabby place either. Sheesh, and here he was in Japan in a rinky dink apartment. There was something seriously wrong with that.]

[He nods, and leads the way to his room. It's...honestly pretty bare. His room back in the dorm was, too - he doesn't have a whole lot of things of his own. It's neat, and organized. There's a wooden chair, and a noticeably nicer blue comfy chair.

The only real personal items that can be seen are on some shelves, and it's a random assortment of things. A couple keys, some paper with writing, a bead ring, sports tape... Nothing that really looks special, but don't you dare call it junk.

He claims the blue chair.]

Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Minato Arisato, Fool Arcana, Wild Card. Field leader of the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad. Former guest of the Velvet Room. Deceased. [That's all said pretty casually.]

[Adachi took that all in stride, looking around at the room and trying not to call Minato on him not actually being Michael, because seriously. Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad sounded like a fancy way of saying, "We kill shit." Fool Arcana, Wild Card; hey him too bro. Former guest... well, Igor had said they might not see each other again at the end of his journey too. That just meant Minato succeeded in what he set out to do and--]

[...then he got to that last part and near dropped himself into the wooden chair.]

Wha...

[Yeah yeah, bases covered. He was expecting the last part to hit a little harder.]

Yeah. Died around the...fifth or so of March, 2010. It's a damn long story. Started way back in the '90s.

Ye-eah... I have a feeling that story's going to give me a headache.

[Really, he's curious, but not that curious. So he'll just shrug and... deal with the fact that he's talking to someone that's been dead for two years. Yep.]

Er... well, I'm Tohru Adachi, detective with the Inaba Police Department, transferred in from Tokyo. Ditto on the Fool Arcana and Wild Card, along with former guest of the Velvet Room...ish? Not sure on that, really... Igor kinda just wished me well after everything ended.

I can give you the nutshell version, but you'd probably have a million questions.

[Because the nutshell version is basically "people experimented on Shadows, there was an extra hour to the day, and then the world ended until I BS'd my way out of it".]

Good to know he's still being his usual ambiguous self. How about Elizabeth? Did she manage to get her horizontal bars?

I don't think I'd be able to get my brain around it all at this point.

[He raised an eyebrow at him.]

Elizabeth? Don't know her.

You'll have to sooner or later. I'm pretty sure the incidents in Iwatodai and Inaba weren't isolated events. There's got to be something behind it all.

[That gets a blank Look.]

You know, Igor's assistant? Keeps the Compendium, asks you to do everything from bringing her soda to defeating the Reaper?

...no one ever told you about the death goddess, hunh?

[Please don't tell him there's more to it than that. Please.]

No... my assistant was Michael. You're a dead ringer for him, that's why I got confused when I saw you.

Shirogane-san told me a little, about Izanami. ...Unless that's different for you, too, and Nyx is back somehow.

[Sorry man, there's another goddess of death.

...He can't picture himself as an elevator attendant.] Really? Then what happened to Elizabeth? She seemed pretty determined to stick to her duties in the Velvet Room...

I dunno; I'd have to get with her if there were any differences there. What's Nyx?

[Too many damn death goddesses.]

I don't know. Michael mentioned someone that 'saved' him, but he said he'd tell me more if we ever met. Unfortunately, I never saw her.

[...] Nyx is the maternal being, all Shadows are a piece of her. She's omnipotent but not malevolent. Her role is to answer humanity's collective wishes for destruction. Her descent brings about the Fall - the death of all things.

[Way too many.

That last part about Michael is...confusing, and worrying. Minato thinks a few minutes before remembering why Elizabeth stopped going on dates with him. His eyes widen.] ...Shit.

Izanami said something like that too, that humans just wanted to live in the fog of their own lies... but we proved to her that wasn't the case.

[He paused at Minato's reaction, blinking in surprise.]

What?

...Then I guess I owe you my thanks. [Thanks for keeping the Seal strong, man.]

Elizabeth was in love with me. To the point she was worried it would distract her from her duties. She knew how I ended up, if...if we assume I'm Michael, or I become him or whatever, she might have left the Velvet Room to try to free me.

You're... welcome? [This is awkward.]

That... I guess that would make sense? I mean, you seriously do look a lot like...

[Wait, hold on a sec. Adachi patted his jacket pockets, before finally pulling out a pair of glasses. He unfolded the legs, handing them over.]

Here, put these on. Michael wears glasses; he said he can't see that well.

It's a long story. [And you seem pretty against hearing it right away, so awkward it will have to be.]

Well, my vision's fine... [But he'll reach out and put the glasses on. It couldn't hurt, right?] Well?

[Excuse him while he stares, at a complete loss for words. There was no way this kid could be anyone else; make his hair a lighter blue and put him in a limo uniform, and it was fucking Michael.]

… you look just like him. You are him.

[He takes off the glasses and stares at them, quiet for a few long moments. It's a lot to take in, and he's struggling to process the idea that he could actually be freed. He's...not sure he'd want to, given the implications. What the hell happens to the Great Seal?]

...I don't know how that's possible. I'm- I'm fucking crucified and chained in place over a giant pair of metaphysical doors. I have to be there.

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