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thegalley_tlv2022-08-04 01:34 am
overconfidant) wrote in thegalley_tlv2022-08-04 01:34 am
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Arrival
[ It doesn't take long for Akira to register what kind of place he's been tossed to. He hasn't even really gotten settled into the Barge yet, and now this new ship is actually worse. Sure, the sentencing on the sheet is a lot more straightforward than what getting off the Barge entails, but what is that worth surrounded by bars and chains and with every last dreg of power locked down?
Sentencing. Akira smiles but it's more like baring his teeth, sharp with fury. ]
What self-righteous bullshit.
Cell Block Tango - closed to Akechi
[ Akira is incredibly offended but not actually surprised by the prisoner rooms. Apparently his is defaulted to the cell unless whoever his fucking Advocate is changes it. Plus it's attached to their room. The memories are stifling; the cot, the bars. The only saving grace is there's no blue light, no executioner's tools right outside.
He slams the side of his fist against the connecting door. It's aggressive as hell, but still technically knocking. ]
Local teen hates everything
[ He hates this place! A lot! So Akira starts making a problem of himself in pretty short order. Graffiti, bags or ropes with spots frayed to weakness, things broken where they won't cause problems for other Prisoners. Advocates are fair game there, though. Can this get him in trouble?
Probably. But like the Disney movie said, "You're only in trouble if you get caught". A lot of his stealth tricks need powers, but not all of them. Akira's a past master of looking like he's never done anything wrong in his life, for one thing.
And he's looking for whoever else here might be interested in making the Establishment's day a little more terrible. ]
[ It doesn't take long for Akira to register what kind of place he's been tossed to. He hasn't even really gotten settled into the Barge yet, and now this new ship is actually worse. Sure, the sentencing on the sheet is a lot more straightforward than what getting off the Barge entails, but what is that worth surrounded by bars and chains and with every last dreg of power locked down?
Sentencing. Akira smiles but it's more like baring his teeth, sharp with fury. ]
What self-righteous bullshit.
Cell Block Tango - closed to Akechi
[ Akira is incredibly offended but not actually surprised by the prisoner rooms. Apparently his is defaulted to the cell unless whoever his fucking Advocate is changes it. Plus it's attached to their room. The memories are stifling; the cot, the bars. The only saving grace is there's no blue light, no executioner's tools right outside.
He slams the side of his fist against the connecting door. It's aggressive as hell, but still technically knocking. ]
Local teen hates everything
[ He hates this place! A lot! So Akira starts making a problem of himself in pretty short order. Graffiti, bags or ropes with spots frayed to weakness, things broken where they won't cause problems for other Prisoners. Advocates are fair game there, though. Can this get him in trouble?
Probably. But like the Disney movie said, "You're only in trouble if you get caught". A lot of his stealth tricks need powers, but not all of them. Akira's a past master of looking like he's never done anything wrong in his life, for one thing.
And he's looking for whoever else here might be interested in making the Establishment's day a little more terrible. ]
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The punchline that's clearly never coming.]
Is that your idea of a joke, these days, Kurusu? Or is it that you believe trying to drag my name through the mud will somehow help?
[Frankly, he's very genuinely hurt. Something that only shows in his eyes before he closes them long enough to let out a tense breath.]
Whatever it is, I suggest you stop now. [Quietly:] Before you dig your new hole even deeper, and find yourself without a single hand to pull you back up.
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Not that Akira wasn't guilty of trying to do the same, even if he'd sucked at it.
He does his best to hide the sinking feeling of dread, but right now his best is borderline. ]
You- Akechi, do you...remember the Phantom Thieves?
[ Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't dwell on finding Akechi alive only for everything to be wrong, either. That way lies madness. ]
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Perhaps I should save you a bit of time and tell you what I do remember happening just before I came here...
Not long after you permanently moved in, the end of the school year came, some graduated, some made plans for the next school year. The Phantom Thieves never existed, I never died, and you never committed a crime beyond the one that landed you in Sojiro's attic. A perfect life, yes? At least I hope you think so.
Given it's one you chose. You couldn't simply let me go... So, in the end, you accepted a false reality where everyone lives happily ever after.
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[ That's something easy to push back against, so he does while he tries to make sense of the rest. Except there is no sense to it.
Aside, maybe, from difficulty in letting Akechi go. It was hard to argue with that when he'd been looking for him on the Barge. ]
I don't- That isn't me you're talking about, I didn't even make it to the end of the school year. I died in December and wound up on another ship just before this entire shitshow.
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Maybe he's been here far too long. He hates that he just reminded himself of that bitch of a "Judge".]
Alright. So you're similar to me. The last person I met from that world remembered me going on a rampage and... trying to murder you and our-... your friends, as they emphasized repeatedly. None of that changes our memories - in many ways, however, it makes it that much harder to swallow.
[With a tense breath, he looks away, his expression finally falling completely.]
I never wanted to see your face in this setting. Knowing that at least you were untouched by her - it gave me the resolve to keep going. To continue making a difference, where and how I could.
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[It's a quiet mutter, tired and almost sullen. A little pained.
Akira scrubs his hands over his face and tugs at his bangs as he listens to the rest.]
We might have the same face, but it sounds like the Akira you knew is still untouched by her, at least. ...he doesn't sound like he'd be much use here, anyway. Nobody needs to fight back, to make a difference in that kind of fairy tale.
I'll fight with you, and maybe he'll never have to.
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Well... in my original reality, as I knew it... we were. All of us. So, even though it's fake - much like... my very existence, I did experience it. Friends. Happiness... however fabricated it was. We played chess together, even went to the same school, eventually.
Fairy tale, it may have been... But I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. After learning the harsh realities, it became... motivation. Knowing both sides... It gave me perspective, for quite some time.
[Now he's looking off to the side.]
It isn't strictly the face, per se. After all, a face worn by you automatically becomes far more than meets the eye. [He reaches out, lightly poking him in the chest.] Because you'll always be far more than outward appearances, no matter which reality you come here from. Despite frustrations I may have towards you, the fact remains that you hold more than just physical similarities.
[He gives him a much wider, genuine smile. One hand is extended to Akira as he says the next part.]
Let's work together then.