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[b][color=darkred]Level 1[/color][/b] - (4/10) EXP
[b][color=darkred]Location:[/color][/b] 1-1, Master of Master's Mushroom
[b][color=darkred]Word Count:[/color][/b] 868

[sub][b][color=darkred]Awakening - pt.4[/color][/b][/sub][/center]
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Tora's speech got a subtle groan from Minako, likely not loud enough to hear unless one were really close or especially perceptive. How does one even go about saving their friends without knowing where they are? In a world made up of other worlds, how does one begin to find the spirit of their former comrades? Obviously, they would need something capable of finding anything, but how do they find that? Where do you [i]really[/i] begin?

It was a whole lot of directionless courage, though it seemed like the group had an idea of where to go. But unless they had a reason to continue past that, and just went with the flow, they wouldn't last long. It was painful just how alike this experience was. With each passing moment, something would remind her that she was back in square one, starting the same journey once again. If this was going to be a common thing then Minako had to get used to it quick, else she lose herself to her past, a fate likely worse than death for her. 

Thankfully he was off before long, replaced by the Master of Master's, though his words did little to quell her suspicions of him. Sure, he wanted to help get her friends back, but for what reason? Something told the teen that the hooded man had plans of his own, and if that little eye could see the future, then he probably already knew she thought that. Unless, of course, she kept it to herself and didn't let anyone feel the same. She had time to decide what to make of him yet, and so merely nodded, closing her eyes after so he couldn't pick up on any subtle hints of her wariness. However this didn't last long, as Blazermate and Linkle gave Minako reason to open her eyes up again. Though the Aeon didn't say much, the Hermit was a little more talkative, which wasn't exactly out of the question for one. After all, it was just social isolation, and that could be represented in a variety of ways. Maybe she was compensating for a lack of people to talk to in her youth? The Fool couldn't say.

But from both their statements, Bowser was clearly the Tower: the giant pillar of (reptilian...?) strength, both physically and emotionally. Not hard to pick out from among the crowd, even if there were others who could fit that description. Great guess on her part. 
The energy beam that had been attached to her body awhile now was filling her with renewed strength, but strangely only up to a certain point. After a little while she simply didn't feel any different from before, no matter how much Blazermate may have felt it was making a difference. It's easy to get a feel of your peak and your floor when fighting is a huge part of your life, and Minako was far from her peak, but definitely felt better. Given this, the redhead sat up with yet another audible groan, letting her legs touch the ground on her own. A little wobbly, but overall working, just needed a stretch. [color=darkred]"Thank you,"[/color] her tone was genuine, if a little tired still, [color=darkred]"but I think this is as far is it gets for me. Sorry, I've just been... really, [i]really[/i] tired lately. I'll be fine."[/color]

As though to prove this the girl got to her feet, almost stumbling to the floor if she didn't catch the naginata propped up by the tent. It was a sight for sore eyes, as was the Evoker and holster lying nearby on the ground. Naturally the Master had disarmed her before or while she was tied up, otherwise there was a chance of being attacked by your own captive. Maybe he was smarter than he let on? All the more reason to keep an eye on him...
[color=darkred]"Hah. Sorry. My legs are still asleep. I can walk though, so you go catch up, I'll be there shortly."[/color]

Would she really?
Maybe.
But was it such a good idea? Maybe not. Then again, she didn't really have a choice, considering the state she was in. She just had to hope she got along with everyone, really. With some renewed strength, the holster and her Evoker were returned to their rightful position on her right leg, and her naginata, thankfully bearing a strap, along her back. With everything in place she had a decision to make: follow the rest or forge her own path?
Well, it really wasn't a hard decision, at least not this very moment it wasn't. Though her pace was a little stiff and slow to begin with, Minako gradually settled into a more relaxed and natural walk, not necessarily quick but enough to not fall behind. It was her first real time seeing this world, though the landscape had little in the way of eyecandy. Maybe somewhere in this world was Tartarus? If she were to head off anywhere on her own, it would be a massive tower in the distance bathed in green, because at least that was familiar. All this just looked like something out of a video game...