April 15th, arrival of Minato Who: Namikaze Minato and Open to a greeter When: Night Where: Fountain ice skating What: Arrival Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Death's chuckle still rang in his ears as he walked. It was dark, he could barely see where he was going. Actually he couldn't see anything at all. All he knew was that there was firm ground beneath him. There was a light up ahead, like from a doorway. He headed toward it, any light was better than nothing.
Minato knew he was at a disadvantage. He was walking toward a light that could be any number of things. It could be a house of the enemy. Death would have a sense of humor like that, rather, lack thereof. Sighing Minato paused, studying the light. It didn't flicker, there were no shadows that passed over it, it was steady. He waited for a good thirty minutes it felt like. Now was the time.
If he was walking into a trap, so be it. Nothing could compare to the years he spent in Death's stomach battling the Yin part of Kyuubi.
Striding forward he held his head high. He walked to the light, as he got closer it got larger. Smirking he recognized the light from a doorway. He was going to be free. Still bearing himself like the Hokage of Konoha should, he walked through. Minato could feel the change. The power. This place was...icy.
Slipping he yelped, not prepared for the sheet of ice under his feet. Regaining thought he put chakra to his feet, holding on to the slippery surface with that. Snorting he looked down and shook his head. Blue eyes slowly took in his surroundings. Christmas?
His brows furrowing he shuddered. He hated the cold. Give him fire, give him unbearable heat, give him dehydration, give him rain, anything but cold. Growling a little to himself he walked to the fountain edge and stepped over. He had only ice skated for a good three feet, not too shabby for the unexpected.
The place was grand. There was no evident threat really, none that he could feel anyway. Rubbing his hands together, Minato called out, "Hello?!"