05 - MECHA-HYDRA: RISE UP

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Who: Yamato Hotsuin and YOU
Where: Virgo Ward
Summary: Yamato's upgraded. He's making a hydra out of metal cutlery this time
Warnings: You can almost track the gradual loss of sanity.

As Scorpio District is still getting cleaned up after the insanity that was The Event, Yamato had to get his 'supplies' from somewhere that was a bit more generic in terms of wares. Yes, yes, shocking that someone as serious and work-minded as Yamato would go out and do some more arts and crafts, but the thing was...

He actually enjoyed it.

It was a private joy, and no doubt if someone asked him about it he would stone cold deny it without hesitating, but he felt he could indulge in it once in a while. It wasn't like he had anything else to do in his free time (which had thankfully lessened now that he had a job with Ideo in the labs...), so he felt no guilt in wasting his time on it.

So in the Virgo ward, Yamato bought a box of metal cutlery. You heard right. Metal cutlery. He was going to try and out do his earlier project of plastic dragons, and make metal dragons. Bending the metal was a bit harder than the plastic - although it was less likely to snap - but Yamato was quite strong physically (even if he had to use magic to be so) so it wasn't anything too difficult.

Bug him, or simply interested in buying one? Feel free to approach! He is just sitting on one of the few tables outside a café, cup of coffee the only thing fuelling his busy fingers.

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"Pharos," Yamato repeated, his eyes squinting slightly as they gazed at the child. He frowned before abruptly dismissing it, resuming his crafting without pause.

"You hold a strange power about you. Are you a demon?"

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"Demon?" he said. Well, you could say that he shared certain similarities with them at the very least, or you could just call him a personification of an abstract concept, or a godly being, but he did fit into the title given to the generalization of humanity's repressed emotions. The corners of his mouth curve up.

"Actually, the term used for what I am in my universe is a 'Shadow,'" Pharos answered. The Thirteenth Arcana was never supposed to be, born of the union of the Arcana Shadows, Son of Nyx, herald of the Fall, and so on.

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Yamato paused. 'Shadow'? That sounded familiar to him. Hrm, did Minako say something about Shadows...?

...whatever he was, Yamato was going to keep a close eye on him. He didn't seem hostile, but, well, beings of a supernatural nature enjoyed having a contrary personality. Calm one moment, raging and hissing the next. He'd like to be paranoid than caught off guard.

"Do you know someone called Minako Arisato?"

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Ones supposes it is for the best to not let your guard down too much around Death, whether it actively harbors malice towards you or not. At the mention of Minako after the pause however, Pharos looked happier and nodded in a positive response.

"We're old friends," he revealed casually. Their time together had been a long, fruitful one with an unwilling beginning, and while he could only communicate to his host successfully during the last months of it, he felt it certainly more than qualified for him to say he knew her.

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"Is that so?"

Yamato considered, his eyes narrowing in thought. He didn't wholly trust Minako, obviously, but he trusted her enough not to stab him in the back in the midst of battle. She seemed like one of those irritatingly honourable sorts anyway.

"Old friends...how long have you known her?"

Yamato does not understand boundaries.

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That's okay, Pharos does not understand them either.

"Yes."

His hands drop from his pale cheeks to join his elbows resting on the smooth table, hands folding over each other and fingers lacing together. The being that appeared to be young deliberates for a couple of seconds, slow and pondering, over his answer before offering in a seamlessly cracked sort of way, "We've been together for a little over a decade."

And Pharos had left. But that was alright... They would always be friends, after all. A part of him would remain to aide them. And he'd found them, both of them, here again. That was nice. Just being around Minako and Minato was nice. He'd be sad if he had to leave once more.

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Yamato didn't bother saying that Pharos barely looked to be over a decade. It would be a stupid observation considering that Pharos wasn't even human.

However... "Do you also know a Minato Aristo?" he asked after a pause, a sudden realisation occurring to him. He had been aware of Minako and Minato's curious similarities in names, but their personalities and physiology seemed dissimilar enough for it to be a coincidence - but Yamato didn't believe in coincidences.

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"Just as well as I know her," Pharos said simply with a smile on his lung face.

They shared a common soul, after all, and he had resided in both of them regardless of which universe they had existed within. Two sides of the same coin, and all that. The only humans he had ever befriended in his long, long existence. His first friends.