[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]
[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!]
[muttering something like get a sense of humor under his breath as he follows]
[SO ANYWAY. THEY COME UP WITH THEIR LIST. THEY SEND IT TO MASTER BLUE. THEY DON'T GET A REPLY. so they split and then wait until the next day, when the mailbox almost smacks Akira in the face again!! hooray!!]
[he is searching for Akechi again with the newest letter tucked in his hand. where u be, detective]
[Let's say he's in the (throws dart) astronomy tower. Enjoy climbing the stairs for the last time in your life, Akira! He glances up from whatever he's doing once he hears him come up the stairs, though, shooting him a questioning look.]
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There are more locked rooms on this floor.
Maybe one of them will have another antidote.
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[...]
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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[hm]
I know. I won't make any stupid mistakes.
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A knife isn't going to protect you if you encounter something similar to what I did. Take a gun.
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[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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[PLEASANTLY. It's fine. Don't get killed, you fool.
Anyway—]
Was that all you had to report?
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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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[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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[Gestures at the box...]
Do the honors.
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[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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... I'm not sure what I was expecting. [WELL, THEN.] What does it say?
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"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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[WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT.
He reaches out for it.]
Hand it over.
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At least have the decency to shoot me.
[ha ha GET IT]
[but he hands the letter over]
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[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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[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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[CATCH UP TO HIM, BINCH. He's heading for somewhere with a table and chairs.
But, yeah. Timey wimey time can be now.]
TIME WARP TO W3, WEDNESDAY
[SO ANYWAY. THEY COME UP WITH THEIR LIST. THEY SEND IT TO MASTER BLUE. THEY DON'T GET A REPLY. so they split and then wait until the next day, when the mailbox almost smacks Akira in the face again!! hooray!!]
[he is searching for Akechi again with the newest letter tucked in his hand. where u be, detective]
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