[WAS EXPECTING THAT, SO. . .! braces himself on the side of the boat, shooting Akechi a Look as he continues to fish the disembodied arm out of the water]
[but when it gets close enough to the boat, Akira kind of. . . freezes]
[hang on he is leaning over the side of the boat to grab the arm by the wrist and pull it out of the water. it dangles from his grasp as he holds it as far away from his body as he can, and the reason for this becomes clear soon enough]
... Take responsibility and keep it from escaping. [HE DOESN'T CARE IF THAT JUST MAKES IT HARDER TO FISH THE LEG OUT...] I can't reattach it while it's like that.
[once they're close enough, Akira once again reaches out with the oar, only to ONCE AGAIN have the leg suddenly bob away from him. this time, he catches a small flash of color under the water as it does so]
[leans waaaaaay over the edge of the boat with his one remaining foot hooked against a seat so he doesn't fall in. instead of using the oar to nudge the leg towards himself, he grabs it tightly by the thigh and yanks it up]
[a colorful tentacle wrapped around the leg's ankle rises out of the water too]
[SADLY Akira can't fall in and the boat can't flip over because timey wimey...... So Akechi will immediately do the nice thing and grab the back of Akira's shirt so the tentacle can't pull him into the water, leg and all. Tug! Of! War!]
[TIMEY WIMEY WIBBLY WOBBLY. . . but thank god Akechi has a bit of a heart, because it is him grabbing Akira's shirt that prevents Akira from going overboard or the boat capsizing]
[Akira hisses in frustration as he yanks against his leg again. and then, quick as lightning. . . he draws a rather familiar looking knife from his belt and lashes out at the creature, severing the tentacle in two with one blow. at last, his leg is free!!! the offended creature swiftly withdraws the injured limb back into the water]
[but when Akira pulls his leg into the boat he totally brings a limp, severed bit of tentacle with him]
[He takes notice of the knife, but stores that detail away for later. For now... he keeps an eye on the water after Akira severs the tentacle, paranoid that whatever that was will return to take its revenge on them — but nothing happens. The boat wobbles as it stabilizes on the water. They're fine.
[holds up his leg as he just. . . carefully nudges away the severed tentacle with his knife (allowing it to drop back into the murky water with a plop). it's dripping, and there are large circular suction-cup markings around his ankle and lower calf, but!]
[one piece]
Seems to be. Whatever that was, it didn't take a bite out of me.
[no arguments with the "we" part of this. Akira nods and rotates his newly attached ankle, wincing as the movement activates some soreness that is definitely gonna bruise]
We should probably hurry, too.
[he doesn't want the leeches to drain Akechi's arm dry. . .]
[His arm will probably(?) rehydrate once it's reattached.
Smash cut to the aftermath of the kitchen fiasco, though... The kitchen is clean and Akechi's arm is back where it belongs. Yay! He can't help but to wince every time he moves the arm, for obvious reasons, but — it's fine. He can deal with it.
He glances over to Akira, letting his arm rest by his side for now.]
By the way, that knife... [Assuming Akira knows what he means. There is only One Knife and it's very distinctive.] Did you find it in your bedroom after yesterday's execution?
[AKIRA DEFINITELY CALLED PLUM FOR HELP CLEANING, and also received bandages and antiseptic from her maybe (items pending), but!! anyway, post cleaning, in whatever area of the mansion they are regrouping, Akira's hand automatically drifts to his waist when Akechi asks that question]
Ah— [the knife is resting in his belt, but it’s covered by the hem of his shirt. STEALTH KNIFE]
... So you received that patronizing note as well.
[Hey, Master Blue. Hey. Fuck you. Even if that wasn't their intention, Akechi sure is going to interpret it as condescending. It's just how it is... Either way, he pats his pocket with his right arm, before pulling out a red smartphone that Akira may or may not find familiar. Akechi will take a moment to hit the power button and enter his passcode, before turning the phone around so Akira can see the home screen.]
I found this inside a box yesterday. I assume the others may have received something from home in a similar manner.
[... All of his apps from when he blackmailed the Phantom Thieves are there, but so is the Metaverse navigator.]
[He sure does seem bewildered! And Akechi will assume it's purely because of the possibility of the Metaverse existing here, and not something else entirely. The metaverse still exists as far as he's concerned, after all.
He shakes his head, frowning.]
I tried it myself last night, but...
[Well. Maybe a demonstration is more effective.
Still making sure Akira can see the home screen, Akechi taps the MetaNav, and... Watches his phone promptly freak out. Nothing else happens, and he flips the phone around so he press the power button and force it to shut down.]
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ROCKS THE BOAT.
LITERALLY.]
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[but when it gets close enough to the boat, Akira kind of. . . freezes]
[. . .]
Ah. . .
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Hm.
Don't like that.]
... What is it?
[DON'T JUST SAY "AH"...]
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[hang on he is leaning over the side of the boat to grab the arm by the wrist and pull it out of the water. it dangles from his grasp as he holds it as far away from his body as he can, and the reason for this becomes clear soon enough]
[the arm is covered in leeches]
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softly screams on the INSIDE.]
... Take responsibility and keep it from escaping. [HE DOESN'T CARE IF THAT JUST MAKES IT HARDER TO FISH THE LEG OUT...] I can't reattach it while it's like that.
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[rolls his eyes a bit but does tuck the arm underneath one of the seats, where it flops about like a captured fish]
On the bright side, mine's been in there longer.
And now I almost don't want to fish it out.
[but he is rowing his way towards the leg. . .]
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Just. Watches his arm flop like a captured fish, ig.]
Fish your leg out or the deal's off.
[Keep rowing, Akira........... He refuses to help him hobble up the stairs.]
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You'd call it off that easily? After you got mad at me for supposedly not adhering to it?
[please Akechi]
[once they get close enough to the leg tho he does, indeed, lean over the boat's side to fish it out]
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[So, yes..................... And no he's not self-aware enough to know how hypocritical that is. It's fine.
Other things that are fine? The fact that Akira's leg is probably going to bob suspiciously when he starts fishing it out. Hm.]
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[the leg does bob suspiciously, and then jerks out of Akira's reach. he lets out a surprised noise]
— it moved.
Can you row me a little to the left?
[with his ONE ARM]
the leg does bop...
... Is there something else down there?
[How will he do this with a single arm? We just don't know. But, yeah. Okay. Rowing them a little to the left it is.]
bop to the beat. . .
[once they're close enough, Akira once again reaches out with the oar, only to ONCE AGAIN have the leg suddenly bob away from him. this time, he catches a small flash of color under the water as it does so]
Holy shit I think there is.
bop bop bop, bop to the top...
Shit.
That's great.]
—Then let's hurry up and retrieve it before it's dragged down.
[He may or may not have been acting like an ass over leggy loss before BUT DON'T ACTUALLY LOSE YOUR LEG, AKIRA??]
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[leans waaaaaay over the edge of the boat with his one remaining foot hooked against a seat so he doesn't fall in. instead of using the oar to nudge the leg towards himself, he grabs it tightly by the thigh and yanks it up]
[a colorful tentacle wrapped around the leg's ankle rises out of the water too]
[SCREAM]
HEY!!! That's mine!
[tug of war is ensuing]
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BAD.]
Shit— Don't fall overboard!
[SADLY Akira can't fall in and the boat can't flip over because timey wimey...... So Akechi will immediately do the nice thing and grab the back of Akira's shirt so the tentacle can't pull him into the water, leg and all. Tug! Of! War!]
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[Akira hisses in frustration as he yanks against his leg again. and then, quick as lightning. . . he draws a rather familiar looking knife from his belt and lashes out at the creature, severing the tentacle in two with one blow. at last, his leg is free!!! the offended creature swiftly withdraws the injured limb back into the water]
[but when Akira pulls his leg into the boat he totally brings a limp, severed bit of tentacle with him]
Charming. . .
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Probably.
Glancing over to Akira:]
Is your leg in one piece?
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[one piece]
Seems to be. Whatever that was, it didn't take a bite out of me.
[time to sit down and reattach his leg tyvm]
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He nods, though, just watching him reattach his leg while his left arm keeps twitching around. This has been A Morning.]
Let's head back to the shore. We need to make a stop by the kitchen.
[Emphasis on "we." Carry his arm for him, Akira...]
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We should probably hurry, too.
[he doesn't want the leeches to drain Akechi's arm dry. . .]
[BACK TO SHORE HE ROWS THEM]
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Smash cut to the aftermath of the kitchen fiasco, though... The kitchen is clean and Akechi's arm is back where it belongs. Yay! He can't help but to wince every time he moves the arm, for obvious reasons, but — it's fine. He can deal with it.
He glances over to Akira, letting his arm rest by his side for now.]
By the way, that knife... [Assuming Akira knows what he means. There is only One Knife and it's very distinctive.] Did you find it in your bedroom after yesterday's execution?
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[AKIRA DEFINITELY CALLED PLUM FOR HELP CLEANING, and also received bandages and antiseptic from her maybe (items pending), but!! anyway, post cleaning, in whatever area of the mansion they are regrouping, Akira's hand automatically drifts to his waist when Akechi asks that question]
Ah— [the knife is resting in his belt, but it’s covered by the hem of his shirt. STEALTH KNIFE]
I did. "Because I'm really smart."
[thanks Master Blue???]
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... So you received that patronizing note as well.
[Hey, Master Blue. Hey. Fuck you. Even if that wasn't their intention, Akechi sure is going to interpret it as condescending. It's just how it is... Either way, he pats his pocket with his right arm, before pulling out a red smartphone that Akira may or may not find familiar. Akechi will take a moment to hit the power button and enter his passcode, before turning the phone around so Akira can see the home screen.]
I found this inside a box yesterday. I assume the others may have received something from home in a similar manner.
[... All of his apps from when he blackmailed the Phantom Thieves are there, but so is the Metaverse navigator.]
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[the cell phone itself is not surprising, but something about it sure is]
You still have the MetaNav.
[he seems bewildered!! for many reasons]
Does it work?
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He shakes his head, frowning.]
I tried it myself last night, but...
[Well. Maybe a demonstration is more effective.
Still making sure Akira can see the home screen, Akechi taps the MetaNav, and... Watches his phone promptly freak out. Nothing else happens, and he flips the phone around so he press the power button and force it to shut down.]
As you can see, it doesn't work.
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