catch-all: akira.

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Right... You're on good terms with her. Perhaps it would be prudent to request her services again tomorrow or Thursday to keep an eye on her health.

[FROWNS TIMES TWO... Peach, are you becoming a monster cat...]

By the way, I learned something about that "cure." It was apparently a prototype Master Blue lost track of. We're lucky it worked on Hunter at all.

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[DON'T LIKE. . . DON'T LIKE AT ALL!!]

She and I are good friends, yeah. [Akechi has a point. . . Akira will certainly do this, just to make sure Peach's condition doesn't worsen]

Mmm. Peach said it was comprised of ancient ingredients that were hard to come by, which is why it's difficult to produce more. She's trying, but. . .

[wags a hand back and forth]

[SCIENCE IS ROUGH]

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But, that means it will be a very long time before we have access to another dose... If at all.

[So that's, hm. Pleasant.]

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[to be fair, that was Peach's implication and Beau's worry last night night. Akira exhales]

There are more locked rooms on this floor.

Maybe one of them will have another antidote.

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... Perhaps. [Said like he finds that incredibly unlikely.] I would suggest against getting your hopes up.

[...]

Or entering one of those rooms without being prepared to fight for your life.

[Just. Adding that because he knows he absolutely can't stop Akira from making stupid mistakes even if he wanted to.]

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[yeah, once Akira has set his mind to something, nothing can stop him, so Akechi is smart for not starting that argument. Akira's mouth twitches as he lifts the hem of his shirt to show off the knife he still carries at his waist. the knife that. . . you know. somehow never gets shown during strip searches at trials]

[hm]

I know. I won't make any stupid mistakes.

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[.................. He sighs at him, taking that as confirmation that mistakes will be made.]

A knife isn't going to protect you if you encounter something similar to what I did. Take a gun.

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[just]

[huffs a laugh. . . then nods]

All right. I'll take one of those, too.

[he usually fights with both so!! you know. it'll be fine]

But hopefully zombies was a one-time thing, especially now that we know they were. . . ah. "Fake."

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If it's not zombies, that only means it will be something worse.

[PLEASANTLY. It's fine. Don't get killed, you fool.

Anyway—]

Was that all you had to report?

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[a nod]

Yeah. That's all for now.

But if you stumble across a black light, let Lio know. He has a blank sheet of paper from the infirmary that Peach said contained invisible ink.

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If it's just invisible ink, why not heat up the paper?

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He tried that. It didn't work.

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... I suppose I should have expected it wouldn't be that easy.

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Of course not.

[WRY. . .]

So just keep an eye open, all right? In the meantime—

[and he pulls out his wooden box of bells]

If that's everything, we should get started.

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Very well.

[Gestures at the box...]

Do the honors.

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[quirks his brows and places the box atop a glass case, popping it open once he does so. and then he picks up the blue bell, handling it carefully, before he gives it a tiny little ring]

[there's a few moments of silence before a blue mailbox in a scissor extension arm just FUCKING APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE. it almost smacks Akira in the face. he makes a surprised noise and leaps back]

Ah--

That was fast.

[time to open up the mailbox and retrieve the letter!]

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[here's the mail it never fails...........]

... I'm not sure what I was expecting. [WELL, THEN.] What does it say?

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[a hum and Akira reads aloud]

"Evening. Rather busy right now, but very interested in your comments/concerns. Please write them down. Will look over shortly."

[a pause]

I'm going to ask them what their favorite drink is.

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I will beat you to death.

[WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT.

He reaches out for it.]

Hand it over.

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[WOW]

At least have the decency to shoot me.

[ha ha GET IT]

[but he hands the letter over]

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So you may weasel your way out of it again? I think not.

[Ha ha. :/

He takes it, squinting at it.]

I'll be in charge of writing our response. What do you intend to ask them?

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[. . .]

Ask them why you're so uptight and stuffy.

[BE SERIOUS AKIRA]

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[...

TURNS ON HIS HEEL

AND STARTS WALKING FOR THE EXIT WITH THE LETTER AND ALL.]

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[AKECHI]

[GOING AFTER HIM]

I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Sheesh.

I want to ask them about the handwriting in the research notes you found in the morgue.

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Don't waste my time with jokes.

[CATCH UP TO HIM, BINCH. He's heading for somewhere with a table and chairs.

But, yeah. Timey wimey time can be now.]