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Thank you - I'm a quick study and wouldn't mind learning the proper methods. To be frank, all my knowledge of gun care is self taught from the internet. It's nice to see a professional at work.
As for dinner, only if it doesn't put them out to make it. I don't want to impose.
As for dinner, only if it doesn't put them out to make it. I don't want to impose.
[Eren really isn't one to fret unnecessarily, so he lets Maruki move on, taking over for him at the cutting board. He takes a quick glance at Akechi's face before he gets started, and something about it just makes him...
[Snort. What's so funny? He gets to chopping.]
[Snort. What's so funny? He gets to chopping.]
[ Akechi touches his own face at the laughter - doesn't feel anything odd, but why else would he be laughing????
Phone comes OUT because the selfie camera will save him from whatever the hell's happening, except -
It slips out of his hands and falls screen side down with a thud, a crack. Every teenager's worst nightmare.
All he can do is stare at the face down cellphone on the floor. Waits, kneels and turns it over to reveal large spiderweb cracks all over.]
Something's wrong here.
Phone comes OUT because the selfie camera will save him from whatever the hell's happening, except -
It slips out of his hands and falls screen side down with a thud, a crack. Every teenager's worst nightmare.
All he can do is stare at the face down cellphone on the floor. Waits, kneels and turns it over to reveal large spiderweb cracks all over.]
Something's wrong here.
[ By the time Maruki comes back out of the bathroom with his thumb wrapped in a bandage, Akechi's now-shattered cell phone is on display, and it makes him pause in his tracks. ]
Did one of us get cursed? We're usually not this clumsy...
[ Well. They're not. ]
Did one of us get cursed? We're usually not this clumsy...
[ Well. They're not. ]
Seems to me like you both got cursed.
[Personally, he's fine. What was he doing again, though? He turns to open the fridge - why? Scratches the back of his head...]
[Personally, he's fine. What was he doing again, though? He turns to open the fridge - why? Scratches the back of his head...]
[He's listening. Really. Pondering and considering the potential source of this - the usual suspects come to mind. Crystal. Seravo. The Moon.
He remains hunched, close to the ground, trying to turn on his phone and open up different applications. Barely any register his finger's touch. His notes are a scrambled mess. The camera setting turns the back of his phone into a boiling inferno.]
He remains hunched, close to the ground, trying to turn on his phone and open up different applications. Barely any register his finger's touch. His notes are a scrambled mess. The camera setting turns the back of his phone into a boiling inferno.]
No. [He snaps it, slamming a carrot down on the cutting board. Wasn't he just laughing a minute ago?]
We already know my head's a mess. I'm just having one of those...
[His lips snarl, trying to recall the word. He makes a tch sound, then starts chopping up the carrot. The knife he's using is way too big for the root vegetable in question.]
We already know my head's a mess. I'm just having one of those...
[His lips snarl, trying to recall the word. He makes a tch sound, then starts chopping up the carrot. The knife he's using is way too big for the root vegetable in question.]
Episodes, clearly.
[ The carrot slam, the choice of utensil - a knife is a knife to Akechi in the kitchen, but Maruki and Eren tend to have a different opinion. It's weird to see him use the 'wrong' one.
Whatever.
His phone shuts down unprompted. It's over. He holds out it to Maruki to see if his *~*~miracle of life~*~* pep talk means anything at all. It won't work. He expects the man to try to turn it on anyway. ]
[ The carrot slam, the choice of utensil - a knife is a knife to Akechi in the kitchen, but Maruki and Eren tend to have a different opinion. It's weird to see him use the 'wrong' one.
Whatever.
His phone shuts down unprompted. It's over. He holds out it to Maruki to see if his *~*~miracle of life~*~* pep talk means anything at all. It won't work. He expects the man to try to turn it on anyway. ]
[ Of course Maruki tries to turn it on, fiddling with it in his hand as he stands again to watch Eren massacre that carrot. ]
Your head isn't usually like this around us, though. Something's going on.
[ A beat, and then– ]
Maybe it's the house. Something going on in Stellari specifically.
Your head isn't usually like this around us, though. Something's going on.
[ A beat, and then– ]
Maybe it's the house. Something going on in Stellari specifically.
[That makes Eren stop chopping.
[He has no home in this place, or at least not one he can tie to a location, but it's still infuriating to think the safe haven they've tried to build is potentially the only place being interfered with. It's annoying to think that if they were on the farm, this wouldn't be happening.
[But...]
Why would it be contained to Stellari? There's that...thing going on everywhere. [He waves the knife around, as if that should spell out the word 'festival'.
[Come to think of it, though...]
There has to be magic involved. There always is.
[He has no home in this place, or at least not one he can tie to a location, but it's still infuriating to think the safe haven they've tried to build is potentially the only place being interfered with. It's annoying to think that if they were on the farm, this wouldn't be happening.
[But...]
Why would it be contained to Stellari? There's that...thing going on everywhere. [He waves the knife around, as if that should spell out the word 'festival'.
[Come to think of it, though...]
There has to be magic involved. There always is.
[ RIP phone. His assassin one WOULDN'T break like this. Anyway.
He waits for Maruki to finish his noble attempt at fixing it before plucking it back. Someone can fix it. Even Naoya has a repair shop. ]
Which means there's little we can do but wait for it wear off. What an irritating affair.
He waits for Maruki to finish his noble attempt at fixing it before plucking it back. Someone can fix it. Even Naoya has a repair shop. ]
Which means there's little we can do but wait for it wear off. What an irritating affair.
It just seems like a much more vague, general "curse" than the effects we usually s– aah!!
[ Moving to set Akechi's broken phone down on the counter was a mistake. Maruki somehow manages to trip over– what, his own shoes? A bump in the carpet? Absolutely nothing at all?
Whatever it is, it gets him good. He staggers forward, head bonking off the counter as he hits the ground, hard. ]
Ow...
[ This Will Continue. ]
[ Moving to set Akechi's broken phone down on the counter was a mistake. Maruki somehow manages to trip over– what, his own shoes? A bump in the carpet? Absolutely nothing at all?
Whatever it is, it gets him good. He staggers forward, head bonking off the counter as he hits the ground, hard. ]
Ow...
[ This Will Continue. ]
Then I'm happy to oblige. It's a good idea to have one - I'm sure many who are uncomfortable in that setting would find it easier with her nearby. People do tend to enjoy the companionship of an animal.
I'll come over when it's convenient for you. You only need to say the word.
I'll come over when it's convenient for you. You only need to say the word.
See you in a moment then.
[ What the dog doin?
True to his word, Akechi arrives to Takahashi's little hovel. He's ready to meet the dog. He even brought a treat from the depths of their home to earn favor with the little beast. Why are there dog treats in a house without one? Don't ask questions.
He knocks on the door and calls out with a - ]
It's me. Akechi, that is.
[ What the dog doin?
True to his word, Akechi arrives to Takahashi's little hovel. He's ready to meet the dog. He even brought a treat from the depths of their home to earn favor with the little beast. Why are there dog treats in a house without one? Don't ask questions.
He knocks on the door and calls out with a - ]
It's me. Akechi, that is.
Akechi-kun, good to see--ah. [ Barely even a second after opening the door, a snoot's sticking out between Akira's leg and the doorframe. Sniffsniffsniffsnorf!
With a chuckle, Akira uses his free hand to hook into her collar so the little thing won't bolt when he moves to make room. She's definitely thinking about it, still sniffing and tail wagging so excitedly at this new person. ]
Thank you for stopping by on such short notice. Come in, please!
With a chuckle, Akira uses his free hand to hook into her collar so the little thing won't bolt when he moves to make room. She's definitely thinking about it, still sniffing and tail wagging so excitedly at this new person. ]
Thank you for stopping by on such short notice. Come in, please!
[ There's no customary middle of the night text today. There's no need for it, not when Maruki went downstairs around one in the morning to get water and headache medicine and found Akechi seated on one of the long sofas in the conversation pit, eyes on the snow globe up on one of the shelves nearby.
Not a word has been spoken since. Maruki sits next to him in silence, simply letting it settle over them.
Finally– ]
Your posture is terrible.
Not a word has been spoken since. Maruki sits next to him in silence, simply letting it settle over them.
Finally– ]
Your posture is terrible.
[ It's an irritation just out of reach. The globe caught the light and his attention within days of her departure from this reality.
He wants to move it - shove it somewhere dark, out of sight, away. Knows that would start a fight that may or may not be worth picking.
Maruki doesn't ask if he's looking at it and Akechi doesn't need to comment he's staring just beyond, at a spot in the wall that looks like a hole. There's not sense in offering an excuse unprompted.
It's quiet, and then it isn't. Akechi continues to stay slouched, but turns his attention on the man instead of the trinket. ]
I don't recall asking your opinion. Go to bed if looking bothers you so much.
He wants to move it - shove it somewhere dark, out of sight, away. Knows that would start a fight that may or may not be worth picking.
Maruki doesn't ask if he's looking at it and Akechi doesn't need to comment he's staring just beyond, at a spot in the wall that looks like a hole. There's not sense in offering an excuse unprompted.
It's quiet, and then it isn't. Akechi continues to stay slouched, but turns his attention on the man instead of the trinket. ]
I don't recall asking your opinion. Go to bed if looking bothers you so much.
[ This place is crawling with shadows-
Or a dog. An active, excitable puppy that stops before it barrels out of the door thanks to an attentive little doctor.
Akechi holds his hands up anyway - lets the dog settle down with its owner nearby and slowly slinks into the building. ]
Thank you for the invitation. Can I pet her or - well, perhaps you should make her do a command to make it seem like a reward?
Or a dog. An active, excitable puppy that stops before it barrels out of the door thanks to an attentive little doctor.
Akechi holds his hands up anyway - lets the dog settle down with its owner nearby and slowly slinks into the building. ]
Thank you for the invitation. Can I pet her or - well, perhaps you should make her do a command to make it seem like a reward?
It was just a comment. I'm not bothered by it. I'm just surprised you aren't.
[ From how long he's been sitting that slouched, shrimped up position...
Maruki sighs through his nose, looks back to the snow globe that Akechi's now taken his eyes off of. ]
We can sleep out here. If you'd like.
[ From how long he's been sitting that slouched, shrimped up position...
Maruki sighs through his nose, looks back to the snow globe that Akechi's now taken his eyes off of. ]
We can sleep out here. If you'd like.
[ It was on some odd day that Varian had invited him over, thoughts turning in his head like cogs in a machine. He doesn't know much about the other boy, but he knows that he's a detective. He knows roughly what a detective is. He has an image that he's formed in his head.
So as promised, he'd invited him over to the tiny cottage that he's set up base in. It barely qualifies as a living space. The front room is a miniature lab, with notes and art pinned to the walls and neatly stacked on a table. There's scratchy triangles meant to resemble rocks, chemistry symbols and formulas that go far beyond a college level, and then far more delicate and careful ones. The beaker has tables, there's more scrolls rolled up in a barrel, and various other odd bobbles scattered about on shelves and tables; neat, precise, organized, but he's used to dealing with something better.
There's a tripwire too, that he made sure to point out when coming in - one linked to a rather childish trap - a humane way of trapping rodents by using a sticky substance, he'd explained.
The kitchen is the one place that isn't part of his workspace, and after spending quite a bit of time explaining this and that, using jargon and odd terms that only experts would understand, before settling down here. He made brownies, offered hot chocolate; childish offerings from someone who's mind has outgrown his body.
But sitting at the table, as bright-eyed as he'd started, he passes along a couple pieces of paper. They're design plans - intricate, precise, beautifully drawn and with neat notes and indicators of which piece does which. They're of automatons. ]
I was able to make one that doesn't need the winding mechanism, but the trade off is that it requires someone to manually control it... So I was thinking I would create an internal power source... I'm still figuring out how to do it, but I want it to be a perfect eternal machine...
[ None of this is what he called Akechi for. It is exactly what he called him for. No one cares what Varian does. No one cares about his inventions. That's fine. They enjoy the results, so that's fine. But he wants to share what he does. But it's something else too. It's a sort of lead in to what he's really wanted to talk to him about - something that's been consuming him in recent days. ]
What do you think?
So as promised, he'd invited him over to the tiny cottage that he's set up base in. It barely qualifies as a living space. The front room is a miniature lab, with notes and art pinned to the walls and neatly stacked on a table. There's scratchy triangles meant to resemble rocks, chemistry symbols and formulas that go far beyond a college level, and then far more delicate and careful ones. The beaker has tables, there's more scrolls rolled up in a barrel, and various other odd bobbles scattered about on shelves and tables; neat, precise, organized, but he's used to dealing with something better.
There's a tripwire too, that he made sure to point out when coming in - one linked to a rather childish trap - a humane way of trapping rodents by using a sticky substance, he'd explained.
The kitchen is the one place that isn't part of his workspace, and after spending quite a bit of time explaining this and that, using jargon and odd terms that only experts would understand, before settling down here. He made brownies, offered hot chocolate; childish offerings from someone who's mind has outgrown his body.
But sitting at the table, as bright-eyed as he'd started, he passes along a couple pieces of paper. They're design plans - intricate, precise, beautifully drawn and with neat notes and indicators of which piece does which. They're of automatons. ]
I was able to make one that doesn't need the winding mechanism, but the trade off is that it requires someone to manually control it... So I was thinking I would create an internal power source... I'm still figuring out how to do it, but I want it to be a perfect eternal machine...
[ None of this is what he called Akechi for. It is exactly what he called him for. No one cares what Varian does. No one cares about his inventions. That's fine. They enjoy the results, so that's fine. But he wants to share what he does. But it's something else too. It's a sort of lead in to what he's really wanted to talk to him about - something that's been consuming him in recent days. ]
What do you think?
Edited 2025-05-30 02:24 (UTC)
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