[He is not silly enough to stand in front of a debilitating, ailment inducing attack - that much is clear. Hyth teleports. Akechi jumps back with all the deft ease of a person used to fighting.
Tone light, airy, and more joyous than it's been in some time-]
Of course - allow me.
[Robin Hood appears in a flurry of blue, spiraling light - Megidolaon immediately inflicted on the dual menace heading their way.]
Akechi doesn't see him - not right away. His mind takes one, two, three seconds to catch up and recognize that Maruki Takuto is in bed.
He was alone in this house, or so he thought. The bird is-
Nowhere? Akechi doesn't hear or see it. Doesn't think Maruki would hide it. Why would he want to? It must have come in here if Korokke came into this room. She doesn't willingly go to Maruki and-
She's now held by Maruki without tearing him to shreds..
What in the cognitive manipulation is happening??????? Tis the season for this reality's bullshit.]
You weren't here.
[Maruki was not here. No one was around.]
Care to explain? Or do I need to get answers from you the old fashioned way?
[ Korokke starts to twist and writhe, and Maruki lets her go before the claws come out. Time to focus only on the claws surely about to come out of Akechi. ]
What are you talking about? I've been here the whole time.
That doesn't surprise me. Japan had a similar structure with kabuki. Both roles were, and continue to be, played by men.
Though it was originally started by a woman - they were banned from the artform shortly after its creation.
Of course, that's changed in modern times. Women are no longer banned, I believe, but I think it's still a male dominated field. I don't know much about it beyond that.
No, you haven't. You left this morning and haven't stepped foot in the house since. No one has, outside of a little bird.
[This isn't Maruki. It might be the bird - it could be a shapeshifter trying to exploit cognitions. May be a random person. Could be anything.
He's only certain that it's not Maruki. There's no way he can turn into a bird. No chance he didn't notice one fluttering in if he was here the whole time. Korokke saw it, so it's not a figment of Akechi's own volatile imagination.]
Explain yourself. You have five seconds before I blow up this room.
He jumps onto the bed, standing on his tiptoes to watch the direction of this shitty thing. Towards-
The training grounds, but that's likely a coincidence.
Maybe not, if this thing has incorporated the heart and memories of its original.
So he goes. Jogs to an all too familiar area, unsure if the 'copy' will be here. Unclear if it even matters, but, well-
Maybe he shake it free from the trees - if it's not here, maybe it's nearby? It's a fucking bird. It could be across town by now. If it doesn't appear with this jostle, he'll cut his losses.
And until that loss is clear-
Robin Hood casts Megidolaon at a large group of trees near the illuminated ring.]
NO ALRIGHT. Is she just insulting herself? Is this the point where a prince steps in with a 'oh, no you aren't an npc. you're one of the main characters.'
He's too sick for this. Sure. Fuck it.]
That seems rather-
You're hardly a nameless person. I'm afraid I don't understand. Are you from a video game and you're self aware of it?
Azathoth is out in a moment, tentacles coming up from the ground all around Maruki to shield him from the attack and take the brunt of the damage. When they part, he stares at Akechi, wild-eyed. ]
[Azathoth existing with this false copy is a clue, a hint, that there's something amiss. A form, a body - all of that can exist. A persona is tied to the soul.
Two outcomes exist from this. Both are bad. Both will end up the same way, so-
Mudoon time! Good luck king! Historically hasn't worked, but hey.]
If there's ever an opportunity to show you, I will. The amphitheater may have a variation of it performed for the masses - while it won't be exact, it may be close enough to give you an idea.
To describe it - that's difficult. It's a dramatic form of storytelling that has dancing, extensive makeup and costumes. It's very...theatrical.
[ Please Prince Akechi-kun, even that's a little too cliche and cringe. ]
Yeah, basically. You're on the right track.
I wouldn't say I came from a video game, but I did come from a digital world that copied the real world and its people.
[ Hakuno didn't want to make it too long. Maybe she'll shorten the story with the main points. Well, unless Akechi asks, then she'll tell him more details. But he asked what she was, so she still needed to answer it. ]
I am a copy of Hakuno Kishinami, who lives on Earth and became my own person. Does that make sense?
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