[ Minato your blood... Well. The good news is that it's only dried, and he (probably) showers, so. That's a later problem, even if her nose wrinkles at it ever-so-slightly. That really must've hurt. ]
Well... I don't have one.
[ Which goes against every perception of cupids, it's true. Koharu pauses yet again, considering, and then ultimately decides it would be a little silly to hold back on the guy who pulled out his own gun for... whatever magic he possesses. ]
Cupids used to use them, but I think they're considered old-fashioned nowadays, so... [ Koharu lifts both hands, and with a little poof! a pistol appears, dropping onto her fingers. ] I use this instead. But everyone has their preferences on what kind of firearm they use.
[ The double blink of momentary disbelief returns because -- oh. That's a gun, but... who's to say the modern era didn't require modern solutions and technology? ]
It's probably harder too, running around with the extra equipment.
[ The more you know!
Minato raises a hand to point at the pistol nestled in Koharu's palms. ]
...so if you shoot someone with that, they'll fall in love.
[ Actually, that might be scarier than a real firearm... ]
[ His surprise doesn't go unnoticed, but at least he appears to take it in stride. Which... good. Again, she nods. ]
That's the simple explanation, at least.
[ Koharu turns the pistol around in her hands, as if inspecting it over while she speaks. ]
If we choose the right target, they will, but it depends on if their likes and preferences are compatible with the person we've decided they would love. So, basically—if 'person A' would've never had any interest in 'person B' no matter what, shooting 'person A' would be ineffective.
[ There's a science behind it then... Minato wrinkles his nose at Koharu's explanation. Skittering around, trying to hunt down compatible pairs of people sounds like it would run anyone ragged. ]
Mm. ...that doesn't sound very easy.
[ Cupids sure seem to have it rough. ]
...people fall out of love though, don't they? Or... they think they're in love, but maybe they were wrong.
[ She has a few difficult jobs under her belt, but Koharu responds with an earnest fondness about it; at the end of the day, she has come to enjoy it. ]
Mm, and people do fall out of love sometimes—their feelings could change, or things do happen, but... that's okay. If they want to find love elsewhere, then we'll be there to help them.
You said my life sounded exciting, but yours sounds like it was the same.
[ It... sounds like the good sort of life, the fulfilling sort of life. A muted smile returns to Minato's expression. ]
If you make it home, I hope you can keep doing that.
[ After all, based on her explanation, it seems like Koharu's come to enjoy her personal duties. He thinks it's a good thing to fall in love and to facilitate that process, even if it may end in heartbreak. Fresh wounds heal over in time, a bruised heart mending itself until it is prepared to search anew. ]
But I hope so, too. [ With another little magical poof, the pistol disappears, as if it were never there. ] For now, though... I guess we'll see what happens. I probably shouldn't worry about it too much right now.
[ The pistol vanishes into thin air. Convenient, Minato thinks to himself. ]
...yeah. It might be awhile.
[ He goes quiet again, counting silently within his head. ]
...it's been -- nine months for me, I think.
[ He hadn't seen the point in counting initially, not when he'd been under the impression that maybe this is where everyone ends up after they close their eyes the final time. But then he'd run into people who were almost definitely alive prior to arriving in Aldrip, so he started counting again. ]
[ Augh—that's just awful! That makes her visibly deflate, gaze lowering. ]
That's so much time... [ Time she'll lose working towards what she needs to back home; so much for finishing within a year. ] I just wish I understood what we need to do to get out of here.
[ Obviously, though, she isn't the only one. If anyone knew, someone would have said so by now. ]
Sometimes people go missing here, but that's probably because they went home.
[ And sometimes those people end up here again. Sometimes they return with memories of their time in Aldrip, and other times they seem like an entirely different person.
Allegedly, obeying the Council would bring a person one step closer to going home, but it's not clear who's in charge of the place anymore.
Minato figures all of this information will probably cause more distress, so he holds his tongue and keeps it to himself. ]
[ It's a little demoralizing knowing there's nothing to be done, but it isn't as if Koharu was a fighter, either. There's just... accepting it. It sucks, but what else is there? ]
It's—well... If that's what it takes, I think I'll be okay.
[ She doesn't feel it right now, but perhaps eventually. ]
[ There are the handful of people who seem a little suspicious, but they don't seem to be too bad to Minato. On the other hand, his tolerance for hanging out with just about anyone tended to be pretty high. ]
I live at the inn, so... if you need help with anything, that's probably where you can find me.
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Well... I don't have one.
[ Which goes against every perception of cupids, it's true. Koharu pauses yet again, considering, and then ultimately decides it would be a little silly to hold back on the guy who pulled out his own gun for... whatever magic he possesses. ]
Cupids used to use them, but I think they're considered old-fashioned nowadays, so... [ Koharu lifts both hands, and with a little poof! a pistol appears, dropping onto her fingers. ] I use this instead. But everyone has their preferences on what kind of firearm they use.
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It's probably harder too, running around with the extra equipment.
[ The more you know!
Minato raises a hand to point at the pistol nestled in Koharu's palms. ]
...so if you shoot someone with that, they'll fall in love.
[ Actually, that might be scarier than a real firearm... ]
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That's the simple explanation, at least.
[ Koharu turns the pistol around in her hands, as if inspecting it over while she speaks. ]
If we choose the right target, they will, but it depends on if their likes and preferences are compatible with the person we've decided they would love. So, basically—if 'person A' would've never had any interest in 'person B' no matter what, shooting 'person A' would be ineffective.
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Mm. ...that doesn't sound very easy.
[ Cupids sure seem to have it rough. ]
...people fall out of love though, don't they? Or... they think they're in love, but maybe they were wrong.
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[ She has a few difficult jobs under her belt, but Koharu responds with an earnest fondness about it; at the end of the day, she has come to enjoy it. ]
Mm, and people do fall out of love sometimes—their feelings could change, or things do happen, but... that's okay. If they want to find love elsewhere, then we'll be there to help them.
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[ It... sounds like the good sort of life, the fulfilling sort of life. A muted smile returns to Minato's expression. ]
If you make it home, I hope you can keep doing that.
[ After all, based on her explanation, it seems like Koharu's come to enjoy her personal duties. He thinks it's a good thing to fall in love and to facilitate that process, even if it may end in heartbreak. Fresh wounds heal over in time, a bruised heart mending itself until it is prepared to search anew. ]
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Yeah, maybe it is a little.
[ She could give herself a little more credit. ]
But I hope so, too. [ With another little magical poof, the pistol disappears, as if it were never there. ] For now, though... I guess we'll see what happens. I probably shouldn't worry about it too much right now.
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...yeah. It might be awhile.
[ He goes quiet again, counting silently within his head. ]
...it's been -- nine months for me, I think.
[ He hadn't seen the point in counting initially, not when he'd been under the impression that maybe this is where everyone ends up after they close their eyes the final time. But then he'd run into people who were almost definitely alive prior to arriving in Aldrip, so he started counting again. ]
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[ Augh—that's just awful! That makes her visibly deflate, gaze lowering. ]
That's so much time... [ Time she'll lose working towards what she needs to back home; so much for finishing within a year. ] I just wish I understood what we need to do to get out of here.
[ Obviously, though, she isn't the only one. If anyone knew, someone would have said so by now. ]
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Sometimes people go missing here, but that's probably because they went home.
[ And sometimes those people end up here again. Sometimes they return with memories of their time in Aldrip, and other times they seem like an entirely different person.
Allegedly, obeying the Council would bring a person one step closer to going home, but it's not clear who's in charge of the place anymore.
Minato figures all of this information will probably cause more distress, so he holds his tongue and keeps it to himself. ]
...I think all we can do is keep waiting.
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[ It's a little demoralizing knowing there's nothing to be done, but it isn't as if Koharu was a fighter, either. There's just... accepting it. It sucks, but what else is there? ]
It's—well... If that's what it takes, I think I'll be okay.
[ She doesn't feel it right now, but perhaps eventually. ]
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[ There are the handful of people who seem a little suspicious, but they don't seem to be too bad to Minato. On the other hand, his tolerance for hanging out with just about anyone tended to be pretty high. ]
I live at the inn, so... if you need help with anything, that's probably where you can find me.
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... Thank you, Minato.
[ It's a simple kind gesture, but in such a confusing, baffling time, it does mean a lot. ]
I'll try to find you if I need to. Hopefully it won't be too much.