[Hi. Hello. Don't mind him as he walks into the kitchen, intent on acquiring one (1) apple and then booking it. He's ready to make a beeline for the fresh produce, when he glances towards the appliances and—]
—Anya-san?!
[... spots Anya trying to pull something out of the oven with her bare ass hands, ig. WILL HE HAVE TO PHYSICALLY PULL HER AWAY OR WILL SHE STOP WITH JUST YELLING... You're so mean to her, Dana.]
[HER HEARING STILL WORKS - and so she blinks to attention when she hears her name, pulling her hands back after just her fingertip manages to make contact with the pan.]
Oh?
[IT
DOESN'T HURT.
So she doesn't notice that she forgot to put the oven mitts back on this time as she looks to Akechi.]
[Well. No pain is a whole ass mood, but that doesn't mean this is a thing she should be forgetting. Unfortunate. She didn't actually grab it, though, so that's good enough for him... He sighs out of relief as he approaches her.]
You should be wearing oven mitts. Are you alright?
visibly fretting. she's murmuring softly to herself in Russian as she paces back and forth and back and forth and - peers into the kitchen before sticking her head back out and trying to rub at her eyes - which are already a bit red]
[HELLO, ANYA. Once she heads out to stargaze, she will eventually run across Akechi in the playground. He's sitting on one of the swings, glaring at the ground like he's trying to burn a hole through it... which is probably understandable, given everything that happened. It's fine.
Luckily for her, he does look up when he hears her approach. Blinks at her. Immediately glances down to her hand.]
... Anya-san. [...] Your fingers. Should you be out here?
[her hand is - bandaged with whatever they could find, at least. she immediately hides it behind her back once he glances at it though, like she's embarrassed for it to be seen. she knows it's childish though - given that she just lets out a soft breath]
... just 'Anya' is okay.
[for the record, since akira did that to her today too]
... I do not want to be in house. [and she asks, almost unsurely] Компания? Okay to sit with you?
[SURPRISE, AKECHI hope you don't mind the sudden ache at the knuckle of your right index finger and pinky! it's only there until you get the occasional sharper pain - though it disappears again rather quickly!
perhaps a little more unfairly there is just the dull feeling of loneliness for.... a while.
but in happier news - the smell coming from the kitchen seems to be.... curry???? care to follow your nose, mr. detective?]
[Hm! Don't like that. Anya gets nothing in return for her physical pain, but as far as emotions go? It's unfortunate, but she'll be forced to deal with a constant undercurrent of anger and exhaustion, the kind that clings to you like a second skin.
It's fine, though.
It smells like curry and he's hungry, so. Kitchen time!
[ . . . well, she's actually pausing a little bit in surprise at the sudden emotion that washes over here, coats her own consciousness with a different type of feeling than she's used to experiencing. She rests a hand over her heart even as she stirs the curry pot...
Maybe she's hangry?
Though she turns her head when Akechi enters and - the loneliness disappears just like that, replaced by a spark of genuine happiness to see him.]
not that anya is thinking that aggressively - even though the sentiment sort of sits in her heart. it's probably only some vague sense of responsibility and understanding that she can't worry others that brings her to the infirmary to pick up some bandages - though she'll pause when she sees akechi there.
reflexively, she wipes at her face, as if to make sure that all signs of crying are disappeared (they're not quite, but it's close at least)]
[Akechi is clearly in the middle of lining his pockets with medical supplies, grabbing bandages and painkillers when Anya walks in. Though... Given the fact that he's still visibly beat up from his adventure in the morgue, that's probably not too surprising.]
Ah... It's you, Anya. [Hi. Hello. Judging from his expression, he... probably can tell what she's been up to. But he's merciful enough not to bring it up.] ... I'm alright. I'm only preparing myself for another emergency. But more importantly, are you unharmed?
[ . . . it isn't, and honestly, unfortunately, Anya would assume nothing from him anyway. I wish she would, but she wouldn't! Until she really has reason to!
[i hope that akechi's watching shutter island or cabin in the woods or something - anya will be wandering in curiously though, if only to see what else is on the tv. she perks up when she sees him, because of course she does, but tries not to be too loud as she stage whispers - ]
Goro... ♪
[ - and then with the eye contact, it all shifts.
It's a middle school classroom, and it is loud. Class has stopped for break time, and your classmates speak excitedly to teach other - but it is hard to follow what they say. It's Japanese, but only some words make it through the haze as they speak so quickly. I. Movie. Watch. Brother. Play?
Anxiety settles in your stomach - but you think of what your mother told you the day before, in gentle tones. "They want to be your friend too, Anya. Just try."
Your feet move slowly - but they move. You walk up to a small cluster of classmates and try not to notice the judgment and confusion in their eyes as you extend a hand. To your ears, you ask clearly in Russian: "What are you talking about?"
Their eyes narrow, frustrated over your inability to express yourself, and you fluster - trying to amend in Japanese, simple as it may be. "Talking about... what?"
- and so their frowns turn to sneers. They repeat your words "Talking about what?" with your accent, then laughing. They mock the way that you speak, and your hand comes back to your chest, as if their mean statements manage to shoot an arrow through your heart.
You retreat back to your desk even as they continue to laugh - and you're now a part of their conversation, you're sure of it. But you can't hear the clear words of their taunts, and you think that maybe that's for the better. You think that maybe it's better to say nothing at all now. Another group of students whispers manage to drift into your ears with words like: Strange girl. Cold. Can't speak.
And break is over - but you wonder if tomorrow will be any different at all.]
[PQ2 says he knows about Soylent Green, which unfortunately means that's what he's currently watching. Bad. Still, he he tilts his head around to face her when she stage whispers to him, and—
It's disorientating, really, going from a movie theater to a location that appears to be too fantastical to be true. Endless stars shine brightly above you, a thick glass dome being the only thing separating you from the cold emptiness of outer space. But for some reason, this does not bother you. You are secure in the knowledge that even if the dome were to shatter right now, your lungs will still be filled with air.
Believing is seeing in this world, after all.
So you stand back, and you watch, and watch, and watch.
Seven teenagers. One cat. One soon to be dead man.
They defeat him, and he begs for forgiveness. They accuse him of being responsible for the crimes you undertook on his orders, and you have to keep yourself from laughing. They interrogate him, and they get nothing but snot and tears in return. It's only when the ground begins to shake, the Palace destabilizing beneath their feet, that the teenagers realize the danger they're in. You keep watching as the man's daughter shows concern towards him, and you think that it's stupid.
She should be thankful for what you're about to do, after all.
So, you wait until only the man remains — and then you pull the trigger. Once, twice, until he's nothing but smoke rising from the ground.
... And Anya will find herself back in the here and now, while Akechi flinches away from her as if he had been struck, falling out of his seat in the process.]
something in her mind calls back the feelings from the week before - the anger that she wore like a second skin when she was connected to Akechi - and she wonders if this is what that meant. she thinks about what she learned about stefano and actually reassess, reevaluates - maybe she understands better than she wants to admit, what it's like to believe in someone only for them to be...
and yet.
she startles at the same time he does, and when he falls, she reaches out to try to catch him - ]
Goro!
[and somehow she still manages to sound more concerned in the moment than mad, even though her hands are shaking]
[COMPLETLEY UNAWARE OF AKECHI'S GAYASS ROMANCE DRAMA
there's someone making curry in the kitchen once he arrives, if he's looking for a bite to eat. and then if nothing's weird at all, anya is going to turn to him and wave with her uninjured hand]
[NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT HIS GAYASS ROMANCE DRAMA... PLEASE LET HIM REST.
He looks relatively okay once Anya turns to him, however! He is visibly bandaged up, but it's nothing severe and he is walking around without a visible limp. He does, however, look... exhausted? Though that's likely to be expected.
He blinks at her a couple of times, as if caught off-guard by her question, before he slowly nods.]
... Yes, I am alright. My group did not encounter anything overly perilous. [He gives her a lookover, though. How injured does she look?] What did your group find?
but she honestly looks mostly fine. her right wrist looks rather securely bandaged, but that doesn't stop her from being in the ding dang kitchen. otherwise she doesn't seem to be all too injured - up until she manages a rather deep sigh in relief. which. then makes her wince a little bit. surely it's nothing
she tries to smooth her expression out very quickly]
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week zero, monday morning.
—Anya-san?!
[... spots Anya trying to pull something out of the oven with her bare ass hands, ig. WILL HE HAVE TO PHYSICALLY PULL HER AWAY OR WILL SHE STOP WITH JUST YELLING... You're so mean to her, Dana.]
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Oh?
[IT
DOESN'T HURT.
So she doesn't notice that she forgot to put the oven mitts back on this time as she looks to Akechi.]
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You should be wearing oven mitts. Are you alright?
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Oй! [she deadass didn't realize and will rush over to the sink to run cold water over her hands]
Okay... Do not feel it, but... [she knows burns aren't the greatest thing]
Sorry to worry.
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week one, friday
visibly fretting. she's murmuring softly to herself in Russian as she paces back and forth and back and forth and - peers into the kitchen before sticking her head back out and trying to rub at her eyes - which are already a bit red]
Mm... Very bad...
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Yeah, there's no way he's not going to check this out.]
Anya-san? [Approaching her!] Is something wrong?
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[she's going to gesture over to the kitchen which -
looks pristine. whoops]
But... this place is making tricks again.
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week one, saturday.
Luckily for her, he does look up when he hears her approach. Blinks at her. Immediately glances down to her hand.]
... Anya-san. [...] Your fingers. Should you be out here?
[ANYA, YOUR FINGIES...]
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... just 'Anya' is okay.
[for the record, since akira did that to her today too]
... I do not want to be in house. [and she asks, almost unsurely] Компания? Okay to sit with you?
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... Just "Anya," then.
[He gestures at the unoccupied to his left.]
Of course. This is a public space, after all.
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week two, tuesday
perhaps a little more unfairly there is just the dull feeling of loneliness for.... a while.
but in happier news - the smell coming from the kitchen seems to be.... curry???? care to follow your nose, mr. detective?]
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It's fine, though.
It smells like curry and he's hungry, so. Kitchen time!
What's Anya up to when he enters?]
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Maybe she's hangry?
Though she turns her head when Akechi enters and - the loneliness disappears just like that, replaced by a spark of genuine happiness to see him.]
Goro! Голодный? Hungry?
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week 2, friday
not that anya is thinking that aggressively - even though the sentiment sort of sits in her heart. it's probably only some vague sense of responsibility and understanding that she can't worry others that brings her to the infirmary to pick up some bandages - though she'll pause when she sees akechi there.
reflexively, she wipes at her face, as if to make sure that all signs of crying are disappeared (they're not quite, but it's close at least)]
Goro... Hurting?
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Ah... It's you, Anya. [Hi. Hello. Judging from his expression, he... probably can tell what she's been up to. But he's merciful enough not to bring it up.] ... I'm alright. I'm only preparing myself for another emergency. But more importantly, are you unharmed?
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Anyway,]
... Сейф. I am okay.
[and her brow furrows]
You?
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week 2, post-execution
all things considered
not that bad of a sunday, comparatively
but she's going to go find akechi and ask something sweet and simple:]
Hello. Goro's favorite food is?
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My favorite food...? Why do you ask?
[... jeopardy music stalling to think of an answer that scores the most reputation points.]
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anyway she answers very easily]
You are working very hard. Награда. You should get to eat what you want.
[as a treat]
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week three, tuesday.
Goro... ♪
[ - and then with the eye contact, it all shifts.
It's a middle school classroom, and it is loud. Class has stopped for break time, and your classmates speak excitedly to teach other - but it is hard to follow what they say. It's Japanese, but only some words make it through the haze as they speak so quickly. I. Movie. Watch. Brother. Play?
Anxiety settles in your stomach - but you think of what your mother told you the day before, in gentle tones. "They want to be your friend too, Anya. Just try."
Your feet move slowly - but they move. You walk up to a small cluster of classmates and try not to notice the judgment and confusion in their eyes as you extend a hand. To your ears, you ask clearly in Russian: "What are you talking about?"
Their eyes narrow, frustrated over your inability to express yourself, and you fluster - trying to amend in Japanese, simple as it may be. "Talking about... what?"
- and so their frowns turn to sneers. They repeat your words "Talking about what?" with your accent, then laughing. They mock the way that you speak, and your hand comes back to your chest, as if their mean statements manage to shoot an arrow through your heart.
You retreat back to your desk even as they continue to laugh - and you're now a part of their conversation, you're sure of it. But you can't hear the clear words of their taunts, and you think that maybe that's for the better. You think that maybe it's better to say nothing at all now. Another group of students whispers manage to drift into your ears with words like: Strange girl. Cold. Can't speak.
And break is over - but you wonder if tomorrow will be any different at all.]
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Well...
One memory ends, and another begins.
It's disorientating, really, going from a movie theater to a location that appears to be too fantastical to be true. Endless stars shine brightly above you, a thick glass dome being the only thing separating you from the cold emptiness of outer space. But for some reason, this does not bother you. You are secure in the knowledge that even if the dome were to shatter right now, your lungs will still be filled with air.
Believing is seeing in this world, after all.
So you stand back, and you watch, and watch, and watch.
Seven teenagers. One cat. One soon to be dead man.
They defeat him, and he begs for forgiveness. They accuse him of being responsible for the crimes you undertook on his orders, and you have to keep yourself from laughing. They interrogate him, and they get nothing but snot and tears in return. It's only when the ground begins to shake, the Palace destabilizing beneath their feet, that the teenagers realize the danger they're in. You keep watching as the man's daughter shows concern towards him, and you think that it's stupid.
She should be thankful for what you're about to do, after all.
So, you wait until only the man remains — and then you pull the trigger. Once, twice, until he's nothing but smoke rising from the ground.
... And Anya will find herself back in the here and now, while Akechi flinches away from her as if he had been struck, falling out of his seat in the process.]
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she doesn't understand.
something in her mind calls back the feelings from the week before - the anger that she wore like a second skin when she was connected to Akechi - and she wonders if this is what that meant. she thinks about what she learned about stefano and actually reassess, reevaluates - maybe she understands better than she wants to admit, what it's like to believe in someone only for them to be...
and yet.
she startles at the same time he does, and when he falls, she reaches out to try to catch him - ]
Goro!
[and somehow she still manages to sound more concerned in the moment than mad, even though her hands are shaking]
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wow??
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someone told me it's week 6, friday
there's someone making curry in the kitchen once he arrives, if he's looking for a bite to eat. and then if nothing's weird at all, anya is going to turn to him and wave with her uninjured hand]
Goro...! Невредимым? Are you okay? Hurt?
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He looks relatively okay once Anya turns to him, however! He is visibly bandaged up, but it's nothing severe and he is walking around without a visible limp. He does, however, look... exhausted? Though that's likely to be expected.
He blinks at her a couple of times, as if caught off-guard by her question, before he slowly nods.]
... Yes, I am alright. My group did not encounter anything overly perilous. [He gives her a lookover, though. How injured does she look?] What did your group find?
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but she honestly looks mostly fine. her right wrist looks rather securely bandaged, but that doesn't stop her from being in the ding dang kitchen. otherwise she doesn't seem to be all too injured - up until she manages a rather deep sigh in relief. which. then makes her wince a little bit. surely it's nothing
she tries to smooth her expression out very quickly]
... very much.
[please akechi it's such a long story]
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