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[After their impromptu brawl, Akechi is leading Akira to the *throws dart* Lounge. The soft music should, at least, mask their voices to some degree. Once they're there, he's going to nyoom towards the back of the room and then turn around to stare at him expectantly.]
You're certain you're not dead. [Said like he still fucking doubts it, but. Well. He crosses his arms. Doesn't take a seat in any of the several comfy couches.] Explain yourself. What's the last thing you recall?
You're certain you're not dead. [Said like he still fucking doubts it, but. Well. He crosses his arms. Doesn't take a seat in any of the several comfy couches.] Explain yourself. What's the last thing you recall?
[the lounge is a pretty good place to have this conversation, all things considered. Akechi nyooms to the back of the room, but Akira remains near the doorway to close said door and lean against it so nobody accidentally interrupts them]
[thanks to their brawl, Akira has lost both his hat and his monocle and his suit is super disheveled. his face is a bit red from where Akechi hit him, but the most i'll be is a mild bruise, so. he isn't too worried]
I'm positive I'm not dead.
[. . . a beat]
Hold on, before I answer that, did you try to beat me up because you thought I was dead?
[thanks to their brawl, Akira has lost both his hat and his monocle and his suit is super disheveled. his face is a bit red from where Akechi hit him, but the most i'll be is a mild bruise, so. he isn't too worried]
I'm positive I'm not dead.
[. . . a beat]
Hold on, before I answer that, did you try to beat me up because you thought I was dead?
[after the VERY DISTRESSING realization that Akira can't taste his morning coffee (DEPRESSING) he makes his way from the kitchen, mug in hand, back to his room]
[except when he reaches the stairwell he stops, eyes flickering to the side, before he pivots on his heel to face-- nothing?? there's nothing there???]
[. . .]
[his gaze narrows, but he says or does nothing. hm. someone is easily spooked this morning]
[are are u doing Akechi]
[except when he reaches the stairwell he stops, eyes flickering to the side, before he pivots on his heel to face-- nothing?? there's nothing there???]
[. . .]
[his gaze narrows, but he says or does nothing. hm. someone is easily spooked this morning]
[are are u doing Akechi]
[It's fine? It's fine. This week is off to a good start. Akechi can't feel a hecking thing, so he's descending the stairs with a look of utmost concentration up until he spots Akira. He may or may not be gripping the hand rail with more strength than is absolutely necessary, though it doesn't look like he's noticed.]
Good morning. [What is he doing...? Stopping just so he can stare at him, shooting him a questioning look.] You seem rattled.
Good morning. [What is he doing...? Stopping just so he can stare at him, shooting him a questioning look.] You seem rattled.
[Well.
The billiard room door is apparently slamming shut on them at exactly 11:00 PM on the dot, so. You know. That's fine. That's great. That's lovely. Just two boys who absolutely have not tried to beat the shit out of each other before, locked up in a room all by themselves.
A second after the lock clicks shut, Akechi is going to walk over
and try the doorknob.
............... Nancy Drew voice:]
It's locked.
The billiard room door is apparently slamming shut on them at exactly 11:00 PM on the dot, so. You know. That's fine. That's great. That's lovely. Just two boys who absolutely have not tried to beat the shit out of each other before, locked up in a room all by themselves.
A second after the lock clicks shut, Akechi is going to walk over
and try the doorknob.
............... Nancy Drew voice:]
It's locked.
[THIS WAS NOT ON PURPOSE??? THIS WAS NOT ON PURPOSE!!]
[in fact as soon as the door slammed shut, Akira froze, staring at the blocked exit with a blank expression. it isn’t until Akechi points out the obvious that he speaks, tone flat and blase]
. . . is this a trust exercise. . .
[because they will fail]
[in fact as soon as the door slammed shut, Akira froze, staring at the blocked exit with a blank expression. it isn’t until Akechi points out the obvious that he speaks, tone flat and blase]
. . . is this a trust exercise. . .
[because they will fail]
[BANG BANG BANGABAGNAGNBANG]
[hi someone is knocking on your door akechi]
[answer y/n?]
[hi someone is knocking on your door akechi]
[answer y/n?]
[Well. Here's to hoping Akira had a good night's sleep, because the moment he walks into the gun room? He's going to stumble across Akechi.
Akechi seems to be in the middle of inspecting one of the handguns, turning it around in his hand as he sizes it up. But as soon as he notices Akira is there, he stops in order to stare at him. After a moment, he smiles and—]
Good morning, Akira. Excellent timing.
[—aims the gun at him.
GUESS WHO'S STILL MAD FOR SOME NEBULOUS REASON? IT'S THIS BITCH.]
Akechi seems to be in the middle of inspecting one of the handguns, turning it around in his hand as he sizes it up. But as soon as he notices Akira is there, he stops in order to stare at him. After a moment, he smiles and—]
Good morning, Akira. Excellent timing.
[—aims the gun at him.
GUESS WHO'S STILL MAD FOR SOME NEBULOUS REASON? IT'S THIS BITCH.]
[after the hullabaloo that was ARMLESS ASCH, Akira is. . . somewhere in the mansion, I don't know, but he's pacing in clear frustration when Akechi finds him, hands curled into fists at his sides. he does stop when he hears that voice, head lifting, gaze meeting Akechi's]
-- we do.
[CALLOUT POST FOR THE ASSHOLE THAT MURDERED NIA TEPPELIN]
-- we do.
[CALLOUT POST FOR THE ASSHOLE THAT MURDERED NIA TEPPELIN]
Edited 2020-02-29 00:55 (UTC)
[visibly upset? it's a surprising. . . 1!! probably. that depends on how well Akechi is at reading Akira's moods right now]
[because Akira can be found crouched near some of the undamaged flowers in the garden, hand extended as his fingers run delicately across the petals. his shoulders are a bit stiff, but his expression. . . it's practically blank, maybe only laced with a bit of quiet pensiveness]
[the only indication that Akira isn't himself in this picture is the fact that he hasn't noticed Akechi's presence yet. usually he's way more on the ball than this]
[because Akira can be found crouched near some of the undamaged flowers in the garden, hand extended as his fingers run delicately across the petals. his shoulders are a bit stiff, but his expression. . . it's practically blank, maybe only laced with a bit of quiet pensiveness]
[the only indication that Akira isn't himself in this picture is the fact that he hasn't noticed Akechi's presence yet. usually he's way more on the ball than this]
[okay, so. . . Akira has like a thousand and five questions!! he has dealt with so much!! HE IS EXHAUSTED!! but because of Akechi's state when he reappeared after his and 45's and Hunter's. . . adventures. . . he shovels them all to the side and allows the detective time to clean up and compose himself]
[and so sometime on Wednesday afternoon, Akira knocks at Akechi's door, the rapping gentle and smooth. he isn't nearly as frantic or panicked as he is earlier, but there's still definitely slightly manic exhaustion on his end of the emotional link]
[and so sometime on Wednesday afternoon, Akira knocks at Akechi's door, the rapping gentle and smooth. he isn't nearly as frantic or panicked as he is earlier, but there's still definitely slightly manic exhaustion on his end of the emotional link]
[They can have a manic exhaustion feedback loop, because now that the adrenaline has worn off? Akechi feels like shit and Akira will absolutely know it thanks to the link they currently share. There's a flash of annoyance after Akira knocks the door, but it... hm. Mellows down, in a way, once Akechi opens the door to see it's him.]
... What?
[He's tired............ He's probably also wearing one of the stupidly expensive sweatpants and jackets because everything hurts, man. But at least he's clean and no longer smells like a graveyard upchucked on him.]
... What?
[He's tired............ He's probably also wearing one of the stupidly expensive sweatpants and jackets because everything hurts, man. But at least he's clean and no longer smells like a graveyard upchucked on him.]
[Akira's feelings since waking up have been an absolute whirlwind: cranky, exhausted annoyance; a spike of shock and anger and a bit of grief; guilt and frustration and helplessness; all of which is then drowned out by determination. a refusal to give up. a refusal to let the unusually high body count defeat them]
[this isn't over yet]
[. . .]
[Akira's emotions settle into a quiet, buzzing anxiety that is smoothed out by his usual calm. it takes him some time to locate Akechi, but when he does? he leans against the doorframe of the infirmary, a box tucked under his arm]
[and then he knocks against the wall to catch the detective's attention]
[this isn't over yet]
[. . .]
[Akira's emotions settle into a quiet, buzzing anxiety that is smoothed out by his usual calm. it takes him some time to locate Akechi, but when he does? he leans against the doorframe of the infirmary, a box tucked under his arm]
[and then he knocks against the wall to catch the detective's attention]
[Grief, shock and frustration. Akira will, unfortunately, be keenly aware of all three emotions in the hour between the announcement and this very moment. Though all three have fizzled out by now, at least, giving way to cold anger. The determination to be patient, and wait for the right opportunity to strike and destroy whoever is responsible.
He's clearly in the midst of stealing medical supplies from the infirmary when Akira makes his presence known, lining his pockets with bandages and a suture kit as he looks up. He absolutely has not slept yet but, eh. It's fine.]
Akira.
[... His gaze snaps to the box tucked under his arm. He lifts an eyebrow.]
You found something?
He's clearly in the midst of stealing medical supplies from the infirmary when Akira makes his presence known, lining his pockets with bandages and a suture kit as he looks up. He absolutely has not slept yet but, eh. It's fine.]
Akira.
[... His gaze snaps to the box tucked under his arm. He lifts an eyebrow.]
You found something?
[Now that the trial is over, Akechi is very blatantly exhausted... but it's impossible to ignore how satisfied he feels after solving all three murders. So, congrats. He's in a good mood when he eventually finds Akira in the duck pond.]
Good job.
[THANKS FOR DOXXING PEOPLE TODAY.]
Good job.
[THANKS FOR DOXXING PEOPLE TODAY.]
[Akira is also exhausted, and said exhaustion pretty much drowns out any other emotion he might be feeling right about now, including any effects from Akechi's satisfaction. this time. . . he hears the detective approach, head tilted to listen in on the sound of his footsteps as he idly tosses duck feed into the pond]
. . . thanks.
[HE ISN'T HAPPY ABOUT IT, but a small part of him is hopeful for what may happen tomorrow]
And to you, too.
[THANKS FOR TAKING OVER STRIP SEARCH 2.0]
. . . thanks.
[HE ISN'T HAPPY ABOUT IT, but a small part of him is hopeful for what may happen tomorrow]
And to you, too.
[THANKS FOR TAKING OVER STRIP SEARCH 2.0]
Edited 2020-03-08 03:52 (UTC)
[.............. That sure was a conversation. Rise has been gone for all of three seconds before Akechi turns toward Akira, holding his left hand up as 👌 and squinting at him.]
There's something you haven't shared. What did she mean by this?
There's something you haven't shared. What did she mean by this?
[Akira's hand is still extended, curled into a fist as though he is still holding the kiss Rise blew at them. the he brings it to his lips cuz he is a ho. chuu~~~~]
[finally, he turns to Akechi and smiles]
Mmm. It was something Ash and I didn't want everyone to know, just in case.
You remember my Third Eye, right?
[finally, he turns to Akechi and smiles]
Mmm. It was something Ash and I didn't want everyone to know, just in case.
You remember my Third Eye, right?
[BACK TO THE MUSEUM THEY GO... Akechi is definitely giving one of the items a dirt look before getting down to business, leaning against the display.]
Well?
[muffled in the bg...]
Well?
[muffled in the bg...]
[HERE'S THE MAIL IT NEVER FAILS IT MAKES ME WANNA WAG MY TAIL--]
[which item is Akechi starting disdainfully at. . . Akira arches a brow, curious, but he doesn't ask]
Wellllll. . .
I have a lot to report.
[a lot]
[which item is Akechi starting disdainfully at. . . Akira arches a brow, curious, but he doesn't ask]
Wellllll. . .
I have a lot to report.
[a lot]
[there's only one bed so Akira is probably curled up on the floor in a pile of blankets, his bandaged-and-amputated leg extended in front of him. he is toying with a blue lollipop (??) in between his fingers, and as Akechi addresses him, he manages to lift his head in greeting]
Remember how you were worried about Peach? She isn't sick.
Her mouth has been sewn shut.
Remember how you were worried about Peach? She isn't sick.
Her mouth has been sewn shut.
Edited 2020-03-12 18:37 (UTC)
[............... How is Akira getting around today? We just don't know. Either way, Akechi's here after fucking off to look at the museum.]
We were both in the infirmary last night, so I'll get to the point. Does it feel as if you have been stabbed in the back?
We were both in the infirmary last night, so I'll get to the point. Does it feel as if you have been stabbed in the back?
[he has crutches!!! and he looks less pale and wan, too. Brilith's beans probably helped]
[also he blinks]
There's irony in you asking me that, right?
[also he blinks]
There's irony in you asking me that, right?
[If Akira is searching for Akechi, he will eventually find him inside the bloody room on Monday afternoon. He's currently in the process of firmly dragging a gloved finger down one of the blood splatters, frowning when his fingertip comes out clean. Hm. Will he call out to him, or is he making enough noise that Akechi will notice him come in anyway?]
[he's carting around a crutch and a new cybernetic-like prosthetic leg (that he can't yet walk on by itself, because prosthetic limbs take some time to get used to) SO OF COURSE HE'S MAKING PLENTY OF NOISE]
[don't ask how he made it all the way up those stairs, also]
Creepy, isn't it?
[don't ask how he made it all the way up those stairs, also]
Creepy, isn't it?
Edited 2020-03-16 17:15 (UTC)
[it's Tuesday evening when Akira emerges from his VIDEO GAME COMA, and he can be found exiting the game room!! he's yawning a little, evidence that he's tired, and limping his way back towards his room with a crutch in tow]
[HE ALSO HAS HIS PROSTHETIC AGAIN. HOORAY]
[does Akechi stop him]
[HE ALSO HAS HIS PROSTHETIC AGAIN. HOORAY]
[does Akechi stop him]
[leaning against the door frame of whatever room Akechi is in, still carting around his single crutch and putting most of his weight on his good leg, not his prosthetic]
Among other things, yeah.
[a beat]
I thought we could share some coffee and play some more chess first, though.
Among other things, yeah.
[a beat]
I thought we could share some coffee and play some more chess first, though.
[okay, i]
[i guess Akira isn't nearly as calm as i thought he'd be when looking for Akechi]
[he is absolutely bolting around the mansion as quickly as he can (which is not that quickly, what with a prosthetic leg he's still not entirely used to), checking every single room for the detective's presence]
[and when he finally finds him in the lounge. . .]
-- Akechi?!
[he's a little breathless]
[i guess Akira isn't nearly as calm as i thought he'd be when looking for Akechi]
[he is absolutely bolting around the mansion as quickly as he can (which is not that quickly, what with a prosthetic leg he's still not entirely used to), checking every single room for the detective's presence]
[and when he finally finds him in the lounge. . .]
-- Akechi?!
[he's a little breathless]
Edited 2020-03-20 22:40 (UTC)
[Here's Akechi, covered in blood!
... No, that's a joke. Everything is fine, actually. Akechi is glaring at his cellphone when Akira finally finds him, leaning against one of the walls while nursing a drink in his right hand. He will absolutely give Akira an odd look, before just... slipping his phone into his pocket.]
Akira. [Hm...? He seems tense, but otherwise calm.] Did something else happen?
... No, that's a joke. Everything is fine, actually. Akechi is glaring at his cellphone when Akira finally finds him, leaning against one of the walls while nursing a drink in his right hand. He will absolutely give Akira an odd look, before just... slipping his phone into his pocket.]
Akira. [Hm...? He seems tense, but otherwise calm.] Did something else happen?
[Phoenix's notes are in the study, apparently, so that's where Akechi ends up a while after the trial ends. He stops once he spots Akira, watching him for a moment, before he approaches.]
Are you done?
[Shoo, he's gotta see how heavily the court record needs to be edited.]
Are you done?
[Shoo, he's gotta see how heavily the court record needs to be edited.]
[NOOOO DESECRATING THE COURT RECORD]
[especially since Akira flips his own notebook shut, all of Phoenix's notes copied onto its pages :)]
I am now.
You have good timing. I wanted to talk to you about them.
[especially since Akira flips his own notebook shut, all of Phoenix's notes copied onto its pages :)]
I am now.
You have good timing. I wanted to talk to you about them.
[WELL, THAT EXECUTION SURE WAS SOMETHING. . . WASN'T IT? things might be a little on the awkward side between them after last night, but even so. . . when all is said and done, and Lio and Galo have been taken care of by Luna, Akira goes trekking through the mansion in search of a certain detective. he's still walking with a crutch, but! he is also relying on it less. he has learned how to accommodate the weight of a hefty prosthetic!!]
[anyway, knock knock Akechi, there is someone at your door]
[anyway, knock knock Akechi, there is someone at your door]
[but what if he just doesn't answer the door.
No, that's a joke. It will take a few moments, but Akechi will eventually open the door. Akira might notice that it looks like he's holding something in his left hand, though Akechi will quickly stuff his hand in his pocket while holding the door in place with the right.]
... What?
No, that's a joke. It will take a few moments, but Akechi will eventually open the door. Akira might notice that it looks like he's holding something in his left hand, though Akechi will quickly stuff his hand in his pocket while holding the door in place with the right.]
... What?
[early on Monday, well before their meeting with Luna, Akira finds Akechi wherever he might be and just]
[casually]
[kabedons him]
[HM]
[his cat ears-- black and fluffy as they are-- are perked forward and his tail is lashing in agitation behind him]
Good mornin', detective.
Got a minute?
[casually]
[kabedons him]
[HM]
[his cat ears-- black and fluffy as they are-- are perked forward and his tail is lashing in agitation behind him]
Good mornin', detective.
Got a minute?
[Akira, he woke up looking like an uncanny valley haunted doll. Please. His day is already shitty enough. Akechi jerks in place, his whole body clicking in the most disturbing way possible, before he turns to face him. Hi? Hello? He is bundled up to cover the joints, but Akira is still going to notice the line between his neck and jaw.
... And also the very disturbing, very dilated glassy eyes. At least his complexion is perfectly airbrushed? If you ignore the also similarly airbrushed bruises, that is.]
If this is retaliation for last week, you're extremely behind schedule.
[KABEDON...]
... And also the very disturbing, very dilated glassy eyes. At least his complexion is perfectly airbrushed? If you ignore the also similarly airbrushed bruises, that is.]
If this is retaliation for last week, you're extremely behind schedule.
[KABEDON...]
[wherever Akechi may be this Thursday late morning. . .]
[someone is throwing a tiny balled up piece of paper at the back of his head to get his attention]
[someone is throwing a tiny balled up piece of paper at the back of his head to get his attention]
[He shoots... he SCORES!!!!
Though that may not be a good thing. Akechi turns around immediately, glancing at the ball of paper on the floor first and then glaring as soon as he realizes who threw it. Hissing:]
Really?
[Akira, what are you??? Five?????]
Though that may not be a good thing. Akechi turns around immediately, glancing at the ball of paper on the floor first and then glaring as soon as he realizes who threw it. Hissing:]
Really?
[Akira, what are you??? Five?????]
[once the mini-investigation is finished, once they're done exchanging information with 45, and once they're alone yet again. . . Akira leans his shoulder against a wall, expression a bit grim. but underneath it all, there's a flicker of determination, of the knowledge that he has to keep going, no matter what]
Well?
What do you think?
[ur opinions are important to him, Akechi]
Well?
What do you think?
[ur opinions are important to him, Akechi]
[...
Let's pretend they wandered around separately for a bit before they stumbled into the second floor hallway with 45, because—]
I think that Agni-san is an idiot.
[And then he turns in direction of room 6, glancing over his shoulder to look at him.]
Will you accompany me? There's something I have to show you.
Let's pretend they wandered around separately for a bit before they stumbled into the second floor hallway with 45, because—]
I think that Agni-san is an idiot.
[And then he turns in direction of room 6, glancing over his shoulder to look at him.]
Will you accompany me? There's something I have to show you.
[If Akira is looking for Akechi, he will find him in the astronomy tower. He's chilling with the pillows, an open notebook in his lap as he jots down a few notes. Sorry about the stairs, buddy, but you gotta suffer for this conversation.]
[why are you all the way up these STAIRWELLS, Akechi Goro]
[anyway after hiking up all those stairs, Akira is just. gonna flop onto the ground next to Akechi. hi]
[anyway after hiking up all those stairs, Akira is just. gonna flop onto the ground next to Akechi. hi]
[well. . . for them, tomorrow is the big day, isn't it? Akira still isn't certain what to expect from the Room of Req-whatever now that the girls have managed to cut them a path to the source (hopefully), and it's difficult to truly plan for something unexpected. but they have to try, don't they. . .?]
[no. not try. they have to succeed. there is no other option]
[all that is left is to sleep. to rest. to wait for tomorrow. to face what is left of this "game" with heads held high and determination sparking in their hearts]
[. . . but on Wednesday evening, Akira isn't sleeping. he is meandering through the mansion looking for a certain detective for one last private conversation]
[SO WHERE ARE YOU, OH ELUSIVE AKECHI GORO. THERE IS A JOKER TRYING TO FIND YOU]
[no. not try. they have to succeed. there is no other option]
[all that is left is to sleep. to rest. to wait for tomorrow. to face what is left of this "game" with heads held high and determination sparking in their hearts]
[. . . but on Wednesday evening, Akira isn't sleeping. he is meandering through the mansion looking for a certain detective for one last private conversation]
[SO WHERE ARE YOU, OH ELUSIVE AKECHI GORO. THERE IS A JOKER TRYING TO FIND YOU]
[This time, Akira will find him in the Museum. Considering how late it is, most of the items are gone — and it doesn't seem like Akechi is here to pick something else. More like he's staring at the broken glass that's all over the floor now, leaning against the ouija board's pillar with a hand on his chin.
He glances up once he hears someone else step into the room, only somewhat surprised to see him.]
... Oh, it's you. Have you finished preparing for tomorrow?
He glances up once he hears someone else step into the room, only somewhat surprised to see him.]
... Oh, it's you. Have you finished preparing for tomorrow?
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