[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]
[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.]
[no flurry of questions, despite the litany of them that still plague his mind. and without further commentary, he shoves a mug of warm coffee at Akechi. made however he took it when he ordered coffee at Leblanc]
There's a flash of surprise when the mug is shoved at him, quickly followed up confusion as he takes it in his hands. He stares at him for a moment, blankly, and then....... he sighs, stepping aside and holding the door open with his right arm.]
Well? Don't just stand there.
[There is totally a stab of pain in his right arm while he does this, but. Eh. It's fine. Get in, loser.]
[yeah, just to make it clear that Akira can feel that, he reaches over to touch his right arm as he steps into the room. you can't hide from him this week Akechi NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY]
[that is probably somewhat terrifying, especially since it goes both ways, but eh]
[once inside, Akira turns to face the detective again, hand falling away from his arm]
[It is absolutely terrifying and Akechi will absolutely ignore that little gesture. It's fine? It's fine. Nothing is wrong, and he is going to lock the door behind them (sorry roommate) before leaning against the door, lifting the coffee mug to take a sip.
... Which is yet another bad idea, because it makes the pain on his back and his sides flare up, but Akechi doesn't even move to acknowledge this. Is he trying to make Akira buzz off? A mystery.]
You think I don't know that? I felt your emotions every step of the way. [IRRITATING... He takes another slow sip from the mug, watching him.] ... By the way, you're a fan of that idol, right? Rise Kujikawa?
[. . . well, someone is letting out a surprise hiss as the pain courses through his own side. Akechi gets a pointed look as Akira crosses his arms and leans against the wall]
And I felt yours.
[and okay, like, that's kind of a. weird question??? that has nothing to do with why Akira is here?]
Yeah? Ann gave me a poster of her to hang in my room. But why are you asking me that now?
[He frees up a hand to draw a lazy circle around his chest, right where his heart would be.]
Autopsy report stated she died of a "broken heart." [Deadpan.] Apparently, someone carved her heart out while she was still alive. But don't worry, I took care of it.
[RIP Risette, sorry you never got to release your new album... He pauses, though, staring at his coffee mug before adding:]
... She looked younger than I recall. About our age. [...] It said she was 16.
Who knows? The way things are, I doubt we would get a straight answer even if we asked. [Because the furries are fucking CRYPTIC.] Furthermore, I'm not so sure this house originally belonged to Master Blue.
[Either way... Akechi watches Akira's reaction for a moment longer, before pushing himself away from the door. He then moves towards the closet, digging through it for what appears to be a box with something written on it. He will then pull out a, uh, slightly gross looking envelope out, which he will hand to Akira.]
We were forced fight twelve other [ah] creatures before we could complete the puzzle that let us exit the room. I found this at the end.
[There's a single sheet of paper inside, also gross... There are definitely some bloody smudges on there, dry but still fairly recent looking.]
That explains the pain. And. . . the injuries. What I wouldn't give for a good Diarahan right now.
[a deep breath, and Akira composes himself in time for Akechi to hand him the envelope. despite the gross goo and smudges littered across the paper, he takes it without hesitation, opening it up to scan the paper inside]
[There is, in fact, something written on it! It appears to be a journal entry dated for October 31st, though the year is illegible. It reads:]
It has come to my attention that few are cognizant of the issues presented in the identification of the dead. In many cases, a medical examiner cannot create a death certificate if the body is missing or cannot be properly or accurately identified at the time of the certification. Without proof of a cause, can the victim truly be claimed as dead?
Subject 9's heart beats steadily and seems to fully function on its own after isolating the anomaly. Subject's 6 and 11 continue to serve as a standardized test of durability, and while subjects 2 and 3 have formed some sort of bond, subject 15 remains increasingly hostile and subject 12's cause of death still remains unidentified.
The most unusual guest, subject 13, continues to prove himself to be highly intelligent post-mortem. Though incapable of speech, subject has shown immense strength of will and almost seems to display human-like emotions and understanding. Reconstructing the body has proven successful, and other subjects have been properly disposed.
The answer continues to allude me, but the last of the guests have been finished off. It appears as though several of them lived well past their time of death, though most of their minds have quickly deteriorated. So long as they remain in their cells and are isolated from one another they are manageable. Regardless, I fear that they may overwhelm me in this house the longer I study them, and if a proper method of killing is not found soon.
They grow stronger every day. Though proud of the work accomplished, I still wonder what it's all for.
[Akechi will just watch him, drinking his coffee while waiting for him to react.]
[He takes the envelope back, watching him for a moment longer... and nodding. Even though Akira clearly feels angry, Akechi is strangely subdued. Or, perhaps, exhausted is more accurate. Like of course this is happening. What else did he expect? It's not like he isn't used to being the subject of someone else's manipulations.]
Because it is one. [Unfortunate! Don't mind him as he finishes off the mug, sets it down, and moves to tuck the page away again while walking and talking.] But if it's relevant to our situation, it makes things far more complicated than I previously thought. The anomaly present in these guests may be related to the one we're currently up against... and the true reason for our presence in this mansion.
[Emphasis on "guests," a word used by both the sisters and the author of this entry.]
The living dead would fit the theme we've seen so far, after all.
[Akira has never been one to feel things halfway, though that surge of anger does begin to summer into something cooler. less immediate. still present, but more controllable]
Have you tried asking the sisters about it yet?
[because he has no theories himself. all he knows is that the idea of being treated like some kind of experiment makes his blood boil]
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w2, wednesday
[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]
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... 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.]
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[no flurry of questions, despite the litany of them that still plague his mind. and without further commentary, he shoves a mug of warm coffee at Akechi. made however he took it when he ordered coffee at Leblanc]
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There's a flash of surprise when the mug is shoved at him, quickly followed up confusion as he takes it in his hands. He stares at him for a moment, blankly, and then....... he sighs, stepping aside and holding the door open with his right arm.]
Well? Don't just stand there.
[There is totally a stab of pain in his right arm while he does this, but. Eh. It's fine. Get in, loser.]
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[that is probably somewhat terrifying, especially since it goes both ways, but eh]
[once inside, Akira turns to face the detective again, hand falling away from his arm]
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I've been freaking out since Tuesday.
[Akechi would know he felt it]
What even happened?
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... Which is yet another bad idea, because it makes the pain on his back and his sides flare up, but Akechi doesn't even move to acknowledge this. Is he trying to make Akira buzz off? A mystery.]
You think I don't know that? I felt your emotions every step of the way. [IRRITATING... He takes another slow sip from the mug, watching him.] ... By the way, you're a fan of that idol, right? Rise Kujikawa?
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And I felt yours.
[and okay, like, that's kind of a. weird question??? that has nothing to do with why Akira is here?]
Yeah? Ann gave me a poster of her to hang in my room. But why are you asking me that now?
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[He meets that pointed look with a smile.
Casually:]
In that case, I suppose I should inform you of her passing. We found her reanimated corpse in that room.
[... So, maybe that explains why he's suddenly asking about Akira's taste in pop music. Whoops.]
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What?
H-- how?
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Autopsy report stated she died of a "broken heart." [Deadpan.] Apparently, someone carved her heart out while she was still alive. But don't worry, I took care of it.
[RIP Risette, sorry you never got to release your new album... He pauses, though, staring at his coffee mug before adding:]
... She looked younger than I recall. About our age. [...] It said she was 16.
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So it was another time discrepancy. Like with Amada-san.
[jesus christ.]
Or she was killed years ago, and Master Blue has been inviting victims into their mansion for years.
[JESUS CHRIST. Akira rakes a hand through his hair, hissing a curse under his breath]
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[Either way... Akechi watches Akira's reaction for a moment longer, before pushing himself away from the door. He then moves towards the closet, digging through it for what appears to be a box with something written on it. He will then pull out a, uh, slightly gross looking envelope out, which he will hand to Akira.]
We were forced fight twelve other [ah] creatures before we could complete the puzzle that let us exit the room. I found this at the end.
[There's a single sheet of paper inside, also gross... There are definitely some bloody smudges on there, dry but still fairly recent looking.]
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[a deep breath, and Akira composes himself in time for Akechi to hand him the envelope. despite the gross goo and smudges littered across the paper, he takes it without hesitation, opening it up to scan the paper inside]
[is there anything written on it???]
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It has come to my attention that few are cognizant of the issues presented in the identification of the dead. In many cases, a medical examiner cannot create a death certificate if the body is missing or cannot be properly or accurately identified at the time of the certification. Without proof of a cause, can the victim truly be claimed as dead?
Subject 9's heart beats steadily and seems to fully function on its own after isolating the anomaly. Subject's 6 and 11 continue to serve as a standardized test of durability, and while subjects 2 and 3 have formed some sort of bond, subject 15 remains increasingly hostile and subject 12's cause of death still remains unidentified.
The most unusual guest, subject 13, continues to prove himself to be highly intelligent post-mortem. Though incapable of speech, subject has shown immense strength of will and almost seems to display human-like emotions and understanding. Reconstructing the body has proven successful, and other subjects have been properly disposed.
The answer continues to allude me, but the last of the guests have been finished off. It appears as though several of them lived well past their time of death, though most of their minds have quickly deteriorated. So long as they remain in their cells and are isolated from one another they are manageable. Regardless, I fear that they may overwhelm me in this house the longer I study them, and if a proper method of killing is not found soon.
They grow stronger every day. Though proud of the work accomplished, I still wonder what it's all for.
[Akechi will just watch him, drinking his coffee while waiting for him to react.]
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hey what the fuck]
[surprisingly, this time? Akira doesn't react. but he does gently fold the paper and stick it back into the envelope to hand back to Akechi]
. . . it reads like a research journal.
[his tone is clipped. Akechi will feel a surge of anger— directed at whomever wrote these notes]
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Because it is one. [Unfortunate! Don't mind him as he finishes off the mug, sets it down, and moves to tuck the page away again while walking and talking.] But if it's relevant to our situation, it makes things far more complicated than I previously thought. The anomaly present in these guests may be related to the one we're currently up against... and the true reason for our presence in this mansion.
[Emphasis on "guests," a word used by both the sisters and the author of this entry.]
The living dead would fit the theme we've seen so far, after all.
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Have you tried asking the sisters about it yet?
[because he has no theories himself. all he knows is that the idea of being treated like some kind of experiment makes his blood boil]
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Not yet. But it's on the agenda.
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Okay.
[the anger continues to cool, but it's replaced by exhaustion. frustration. a silent question— why this again??]
. . . thanks for sharing. I really want to know who wrote that, and if our presence here is another one of those stupid experiments.
But in the meantime, I have something to show you, too.
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What is it?
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[SEE DISCORD FOR WHAT IS ON IT]
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I think someone was trying to send me a message? I found this in my pocket earlier today.
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