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[Then it's gone-
Loki vanishes. The kettle shatters. Dead silent and-
Akechi stares at his plate.
Picks up the chopsticks. A little static shock - ouchies.
And proceeds to take a bite with only a-]
That was odd. Though it makes sense glitches can happen in that manner - Robin Hood chose an interesting appearance.
[He plucks a piece of kettle out of his vegetables. Unfortunate.]
Did you put mushrooms in this?
Loki vanishes. The kettle shatters. Dead silent and-
Akechi stares at his plate.
Picks up the chopsticks. A little static shock - ouchies.
And proceeds to take a bite with only a-]
That was odd. Though it makes sense glitches can happen in that manner - Robin Hood chose an interesting appearance.
[He plucks a piece of kettle out of his vegetables. Unfortunate.]
Did you put mushrooms in this?
[ That does get a reaction out of Maruki. The cackle is familiar– the persona, and the attack it produces, not at all.
He throws an arm up in front of him as the static shrapnel strikes him too, glancing off with a jolting burn. Not enough to make Azathoth claw its way out of his soul, but it's certainly awake now, and Maruki–
Stares at Akechi.
Just stares.
Screw the kettle. Forget the mushrooms. ]
That wasn't a glitch. That wasn't a different appearance. What was that?
[ Akechi gets one chance to not treat Maruki like an idiot about this before the conversation takes a very different turn. ]
He throws an arm up in front of him as the static shrapnel strikes him too, glancing off with a jolting burn. Not enough to make Azathoth claw its way out of his soul, but it's certainly awake now, and Maruki–
Stares at Akechi.
Just stares.
Screw the kettle. Forget the mushrooms. ]
That wasn't a glitch. That wasn't a different appearance. What was that?
[ Akechi gets one chance to not treat Maruki like an idiot about this before the conversation takes a very different turn. ]
I'm unsure - it disappeared before I could see, though I did sense a shift. Your guess is as good as mine.
[A mushroom dug out and plopped into his mouth - Akechi should be feigning surprise. Acting concerned. He tries to force the hesitation to his expression and-
An act lost the second he felt that comfortable within Loki's rebellion.
It's unlikely Maruki will brush this off entirely, but his persona wasn't out long enough to study. If he can answer the attack-]
If you mean the ability itself - it's one Robin Hood had back in our reality. I didn't think it worked here.
[A beat. Some vegetables. He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes at all.]
I'll clean up tonight.
[A mushroom dug out and plopped into his mouth - Akechi should be feigning surprise. Acting concerned. He tries to force the hesitation to his expression and-
An act lost the second he felt that comfortable within Loki's rebellion.
It's unlikely Maruki will brush this off entirely, but his persona wasn't out long enough to study. If he can answer the attack-]
If you mean the ability itself - it's one Robin Hood had back in our reality. I didn't think it worked here.
[A beat. Some vegetables. He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes at all.]
I'll clean up tonight.
[ And there goes his one chance! ]
Don't bother.
[ Chopsticks balanced on top of the bowl, napkin set down on the counter. ]
Those were some interesting anecdotal hypotheticals you told me earlier about what it might take to have multiple personas, if such a thing were even possible.
[ And then he pushes the chair away and stands, grips the back of Akechi's shirt between his shoulder blades to yank him to stand as well. ]
Outside. Now.
Don't bother.
[ Chopsticks balanced on top of the bowl, napkin set down on the counter. ]
Those were some interesting anecdotal hypotheticals you told me earlier about what it might take to have multiple personas, if such a thing were even possible.
[ And then he pushes the chair away and stands, grips the back of Akechi's shirt between his shoulder blades to yank him to stand as well. ]
Outside. Now.
[Oh.
Oh. He does not like that.
It must be a side effect of the enthrallment era - his body doesn't even fucking react to having a hand curl around his shirt and pull him up.
His mouth does though. An immediate -]
Aren't you bold today. No, I don't think I will.
[Coming out of his mouth, despite being completely off the chair, standing straight.
The hell does Maruki think he's doing?
Now it's his turn to have once goddamn chance to let him go. Akechi's arms reaching for the arm behind him to drag him off - all nail and erratic movement to peel him away, feet plastered to the ground and muscles tense to stay put for the long haul.]
Go test your goddamn theories on your own.
Oh. He does not like that.
It must be a side effect of the enthrallment era - his body doesn't even fucking react to having a hand curl around his shirt and pull him up.
His mouth does though. An immediate -]
Aren't you bold today. No, I don't think I will.
[Coming out of his mouth, despite being completely off the chair, standing straight.
The hell does Maruki think he's doing?
Now it's his turn to have once goddamn chance to let him go. Akechi's arms reaching for the arm behind him to drag him off - all nail and erratic movement to peel him away, feet plastered to the ground and muscles tense to stay put for the long haul.]
Go test your goddamn theories on your own.
Don't mistake that for a request.
[ Sure, try to grapple! Maruki's not about to get into a wrestling match with him.
Azathoth is summoned instantly, silently. Two tentacles snake around Akechi's torso as Maruki lets him go and stares at him, brows raised, eyes wild. ]
Would you like to be dragged outside or are you going to walk yourself?
[ Sure, try to grapple! Maruki's not about to get into a wrestling match with him.
Azathoth is summoned instantly, silently. Two tentacles snake around Akechi's torso as Maruki lets him go and stares at him, brows raised, eyes wild. ]
Would you like to be dragged outside or are you going to walk yourself?
Funny - I could say the same thing.
[Azathoth is the bane of his fucking existence. His fingers drop to dig into the shitty tentacles - an effort he knows is wasted from every other time these stupid appendages have dragged him. No Almighty. Nothing. Bless works on the healing one - it's not coiled around him. Even if it was, that removes one of many.
He's about to mouth off again when-
Being dragged out isn't an option with their housemates somewhere. One particular annoying fly on the wall doesn't need the goddamn ammo.
Tense and wound tighter than the persona around his body-]
Fine. I'll walk. We'll go outside - remove your annoying leash.
[He isn't taking a STEP until it goes away.]
[Azathoth is the bane of his fucking existence. His fingers drop to dig into the shitty tentacles - an effort he knows is wasted from every other time these stupid appendages have dragged him. No Almighty. Nothing. Bless works on the healing one - it's not coiled around him. Even if it was, that removes one of many.
He's about to mouth off again when-
Being dragged out isn't an option with their housemates somewhere. One particular annoying fly on the wall doesn't need the goddamn ammo.
Tense and wound tighter than the persona around his body-]
Fine. I'll walk. We'll go outside - remove your annoying leash.
[He isn't taking a STEP until it goes away.]
[ To his credit, he does. The tentacles retract as soon as Akechi relents, though Azathoth doesn't return to the collective unconscious ether. It hovers besides Maruki as he makes a broad, sweeping gesture with one arm and doesn't otherwise budge.
He never walks in front of Akechi anymore for a reason, after all. ]
Lead the way. You know where we're going.
He never walks in front of Akechi anymore for a reason, after all. ]
Lead the way. You know where we're going.
[Irritating.
Akechi has half a mind to make him lead the way, since he's so adamant about confirming this whole ordeal.
He turns as requested - a pair of shitty leather gloves grabbed from the counter as he moves. Petulant. Irate. He opens the front door with force - tries to slam it in Maruki's goddamn face to prove a point about bossing people around. 'The hinge is broken' muttered under his breath when that doesn't work and-
Around they go. A familiar backyard. A training ground. The same place Akechi dragged Maruki with a certain degree of intensity when he realized that man helped killed the Green Knight.
And he stands there - arms crossed over his chest. Defiant. Rebelling. For no reason at all.]
If you were so eager to train, you should have said so. We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
Akechi has half a mind to make him lead the way, since he's so adamant about confirming this whole ordeal.
He turns as requested - a pair of shitty leather gloves grabbed from the counter as he moves. Petulant. Irate. He opens the front door with force - tries to slam it in Maruki's goddamn face to prove a point about bossing people around. 'The hinge is broken' muttered under his breath when that doesn't work and-
Around they go. A familiar backyard. A training ground. The same place Akechi dragged Maruki with a certain degree of intensity when he realized that man helped killed the Green Knight.
And he stands there - arms crossed over his chest. Defiant. Rebelling. For no reason at all.]
If you were so eager to train, you should have said so. We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
[ Maruki's simmering the whole way, his blood a low rolling boil in his veins. The nonsense Akechi has pulled on him while trying to keep the wool over his eyes – repeatedly speaking to him about the purely hypothetical idea of a psyche so split that it manifested two personas, as if Maruki's too stupid to realize that nothing he's ever said has been purely hypothetical – it absolutely infuriates him.
He can tolerate a lot from Akechi. A nearly infinite amount of bullshit. He can take verbal abuse, threats of all kinds, physical violence, sleepless nights, endless training, thankless work, mutual lies–
He can no longer tolerate Akechi faking certain things. His personality. His knowledge of the cognitive world. His estimation of what Maruki can observe and analyze.
There is a fundamental respect between them. And to Maruki's mind, if Akechi respects him at all, then he had better start respecting him enough not to treat him like a goddamn idiot.
They make it to the clearing behind the castle, partially obscured by a hill. The site of so many nighttime training sessions. The place where Akechi lay on the ground after the Green Knight was defeated, panting and staring up at the sky as Maruki admitted that it was in fact grief over a friend that drove him to discovering new heights of power.
Here he rounds on Akechi, the first part of what he's said drawing a couple wry quips onto the tip of his tongue to try to lessen the tension between them before they do battle, but then–
We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
Maruki blinks.
Smiles at him, quick and sharp and nowhere near reaching his eyes before it drops away again.
Takes a step back.
Brings his hand up to adjust his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose– ]
Let's begin.
[ Bitten out. Harsh. Far more so than Akechi's likely to have heard before, two words even more acidic than whatever Maruki barked when he would break up fights in the forest.
And without further ado, there's a nice Piercing Strike headed straight for Akechi.
Better act fast. ]
He can tolerate a lot from Akechi. A nearly infinite amount of bullshit. He can take verbal abuse, threats of all kinds, physical violence, sleepless nights, endless training, thankless work, mutual lies–
He can no longer tolerate Akechi faking certain things. His personality. His knowledge of the cognitive world. His estimation of what Maruki can observe and analyze.
There is a fundamental respect between them. And to Maruki's mind, if Akechi respects him at all, then he had better start respecting him enough not to treat him like a goddamn idiot.
They make it to the clearing behind the castle, partially obscured by a hill. The site of so many nighttime training sessions. The place where Akechi lay on the ground after the Green Knight was defeated, panting and staring up at the sky as Maruki admitted that it was in fact grief over a friend that drove him to discovering new heights of power.
Here he rounds on Akechi, the first part of what he's said drawing a couple wry quips onto the tip of his tongue to try to lessen the tension between them before they do battle, but then–
We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
Maruki blinks.
Smiles at him, quick and sharp and nowhere near reaching his eyes before it drops away again.
Takes a step back.
Brings his hand up to adjust his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose– ]
Let's begin.
[ Bitten out. Harsh. Far more so than Akechi's likely to have heard before, two words even more acidic than whatever Maruki barked when he would break up fights in the forest.
And without further ado, there's a nice Piercing Strike headed straight for Akechi.
Better act fast. ]
[Maruki's not mad.
He's furious - a vile sort of righteous anger that takes the appearance of a disease and Akechi can see the infection course through his veins, corrupt his mind, unleash something new.
It delights him - an all too familiar attack catching him off-guard only because it's not the norm for this one to come out immediately. It's meant to end their sessions, temporarily stop a barrage, or force their hands into the final phase of training. Maruki never uses it first.
Akechi gets hit in quick succession - five rapid hits landing before he manages to guard. The pain miniscule - covered up by his own joy at a provocation finally breaking Maruki down. A honey coated smile meant to needle further spreads over his face, in a light, joyous tone full of feigned benevolence Maruki hates more than anything.]
Oh my - I didn't realize how mad you were. My deepest apologies. It's not my intent to cause such anger. I hope you can forgive me.
[And he knows what Maruki wants to see and-
'Robin Hood' appears in a barrage of light instead, a smug smirk peaking through Akechi's fingertips that are pressed against his face. Flames. Fire. A beam headed for the one weak point he knows about.
A Kouga, but one not directly aimed at single tentacle or Maruki - he needs to find that shitty healtacle first in the swarming mass of lookalikes.
The bright light is headed for the center of many, in hopes of sussing out healing one by the differences in damage.]
Maruki-san - this really isn't like you.
He's furious - a vile sort of righteous anger that takes the appearance of a disease and Akechi can see the infection course through his veins, corrupt his mind, unleash something new.
It delights him - an all too familiar attack catching him off-guard only because it's not the norm for this one to come out immediately. It's meant to end their sessions, temporarily stop a barrage, or force their hands into the final phase of training. Maruki never uses it first.
Akechi gets hit in quick succession - five rapid hits landing before he manages to guard. The pain miniscule - covered up by his own joy at a provocation finally breaking Maruki down. A honey coated smile meant to needle further spreads over his face, in a light, joyous tone full of feigned benevolence Maruki hates more than anything.]
Oh my - I didn't realize how mad you were. My deepest apologies. It's not my intent to cause such anger. I hope you can forgive me.
[And he knows what Maruki wants to see and-
'Robin Hood' appears in a barrage of light instead, a smug smirk peaking through Akechi's fingertips that are pressed against his face. Flames. Fire. A beam headed for the one weak point he knows about.
A Kouga, but one not directly aimed at single tentacle or Maruki - he needs to find that shitty healtacle first in the swarming mass of lookalikes.
The bright light is headed for the center of many, in hopes of sussing out healing one by the differences in damage.]
Maruki-san - this really isn't like you.
[ Of course it's the Prince disguise. Of course it's Robin Hood. What did Maruki really expect?
He isn't going to make demands now that they're out here and the battle has begun. He's going to ferret out the splintered, unstable parts of Akechi that he's managed to keep hidden until tonight using every tool in his arsenal. The same way he can get people to easily open up and tell him anything, he can draw out the jagged edges of a broken mind. If they slice his palms in the process, all the better. In the history of mankind, there's never been a martyr that didn't bleed.
He clocks the intent of Akechi's attack as soon as it makes contact with its target. Maruki has spent enough time with Azathoth now to recognize the different tentacles despite their identical appearance, but without the benefit of that connection, Akechi defaults to the easiest way to determine which is which. It's smart. He gets it.
He hates it.
Watching the Tentacle of Healing crumple from one attack irritates him every single time. It's the most important one; it shouldn't have such an easily exploitable weakness. The others don't, as far as he knows. Azathoth certainly doesn't.
It isn't knocked out of the battle yet – it always takes at least a few attacks before they get to that point – but it's down, twitching weakly among the writhing mass. The other two alongside it react in kind, nullifying or reflecting the attack back at Akechi and rearing up–
So that one can buff Maruki's defenses, for when Akechi inevitably switches his target, and the other can–
Maruki wants to see something. ]
You don't know what I'm really like, Akechi.
[ Normally, the Tentacle of Assistance acts as a sort of energy source for him, ramping up his power at steady intervals throughout their training. It's a reliable friend.
This isn't training, though.
Maruki knows the tentacles don't attack, necessarily, but if he can shift his intention to using them against Akechi rather than for himself, he thinks he might–
Ah. Yeah. There it is. Get Tarunda'd, idiot. ]
To borrow a turn of phrase... If you were holding back on me this whole time, I'll never forgive you.
[ It's time to Amplify Force! Enjoy the free turn, Akechi! ]
He isn't going to make demands now that they're out here and the battle has begun. He's going to ferret out the splintered, unstable parts of Akechi that he's managed to keep hidden until tonight using every tool in his arsenal. The same way he can get people to easily open up and tell him anything, he can draw out the jagged edges of a broken mind. If they slice his palms in the process, all the better. In the history of mankind, there's never been a martyr that didn't bleed.
He clocks the intent of Akechi's attack as soon as it makes contact with its target. Maruki has spent enough time with Azathoth now to recognize the different tentacles despite their identical appearance, but without the benefit of that connection, Akechi defaults to the easiest way to determine which is which. It's smart. He gets it.
He hates it.
Watching the Tentacle of Healing crumple from one attack irritates him every single time. It's the most important one; it shouldn't have such an easily exploitable weakness. The others don't, as far as he knows. Azathoth certainly doesn't.
It isn't knocked out of the battle yet – it always takes at least a few attacks before they get to that point – but it's down, twitching weakly among the writhing mass. The other two alongside it react in kind, nullifying or reflecting the attack back at Akechi and rearing up–
So that one can buff Maruki's defenses, for when Akechi inevitably switches his target, and the other can–
Maruki wants to see something. ]
You don't know what I'm really like, Akechi.
[ Normally, the Tentacle of Assistance acts as a sort of energy source for him, ramping up his power at steady intervals throughout their training. It's a reliable friend.
This isn't training, though.
Maruki knows the tentacles don't attack, necessarily, but if he can shift his intention to using them against Akechi rather than for himself, he thinks he might–
Ah. Yeah. There it is. Get Tarunda'd, idiot. ]
To borrow a turn of phrase... If you were holding back on me this whole time, I'll never forgive you.
[ It's time to Amplify Force! Enjoy the free turn, Akechi! ]
[It crumbles - writhes and shudders on the ground. A pathetic skill able to fell a power that destroyed a god. It calls back every moment in Mementos where bleeding, cowering, pathetic little creatures writhed, begged, pleaded under his heel while he crushed the life out of them. The tentacles don't do any of that. He wishes they did. Azathoth is unphased as ever. Maruki-
Resolute. Intense. The real Maruki Takuto drug out to rot in a fake world.]
As if I care about your forgiveness.
[The debuff hits - an annoyance. Attack down. A new power. One turn. Three turns. It doesn't matter in the goddamn slightest. He won't stop - won't ever stop and Loki thrums in his chest. Debilitate ready. Debilitate there, but-
Not yet. He doesn't need it. Loki is Akechi - it's his true self. Akechi won't give it easily or freely.
Maruki buffs himself. Whatever. Akechi will be pummeled with an infuriating powerful attack that sparks life into him as it takes it. Glee. Hit after hit of an unmatched power he wants to grasp and rip apart with his own hands.
He doesn't even brace for it.
Almighty doesn't work - not well. He doesn't fucking bother Megidolaon - the explosive SP gouging attack does little.
Instead, he moves closer to make up for his lack of power - Kouga unleashed against the downed healing tentacle and-
He pivots - knife sliding out of pocket and into his hand, moving to get as close to Maruki as possible to stab anywhere he can. Robin Hood preparing for another Kouga at his back.
That physical damage is impossible to avoid with the range of Maruki's attack - getting close won't change a goddamn thing, but if he's lucky, the man will be hit by his own ability or Akechi's fucking knife.]
The true Maruki? You're nothing but trash!
Resolute. Intense. The real Maruki Takuto drug out to rot in a fake world.]
As if I care about your forgiveness.
[The debuff hits - an annoyance. Attack down. A new power. One turn. Three turns. It doesn't matter in the goddamn slightest. He won't stop - won't ever stop and Loki thrums in his chest. Debilitate ready. Debilitate there, but-
Not yet. He doesn't need it. Loki is Akechi - it's his true self. Akechi won't give it easily or freely.
Maruki buffs himself. Whatever. Akechi will be pummeled with an infuriating powerful attack that sparks life into him as it takes it. Glee. Hit after hit of an unmatched power he wants to grasp and rip apart with his own hands.
He doesn't even brace for it.
Almighty doesn't work - not well. He doesn't fucking bother Megidolaon - the explosive SP gouging attack does little.
Instead, he moves closer to make up for his lack of power - Kouga unleashed against the downed healing tentacle and-
He pivots - knife sliding out of pocket and into his hand, moving to get as close to Maruki as possible to stab anywhere he can. Robin Hood preparing for another Kouga at his back.
That physical damage is impossible to avoid with the range of Maruki's attack - getting close won't change a goddamn thing, but if he's lucky, the man will be hit by his own ability or Akechi's fucking knife.]
The true Maruki? You're nothing but trash!
[ Two things happen in quick succession.
One: Maruki's mind goes perfectly clear. Still and quiet. Placid as the surface of a pond. He wonders, sometimes, what it's like to be inside Akechi's mind. What a labyrinth (hah) of confusion and deception and desperation it is. How loud it must be. His own can get crowded at times, an overthinker even when he's at rest, but he's learning that when the chips are down, silence takes over.
It was the same against the Green Knight– mostly. In the heat of battle, his mind would slide into pleasant blankness to meld in with Azathoth. But it was his first true battle, and he couldn't maintain that flow state at all times.
He's trained quite a lot since.
It's easy to slip into. Easy to stay in. His mind turned to one great white palace, cavernous empty rooms, spiraling stairs. A bird flapping its wings the only motion. Peaceful. Eden.
Two: He calmly steps out of the way of Akechi's incoming barrage to let a mass of the lesser tentacles come between them.
Azathoth is fast. Brutal. Doesn't need to be told what to do, because who's in control when they share the quiet of his mind like this is always in question and always in flux. The tendrils wrap around Akechi's ankles and feet to anchor him to the ground and stop his advance on Maruki – around his torso to keep him from trying to lunge forward with the momentum he has left – around both arms, because Maruki knows by now that he can wield just as efficiently in his non-dominant hand–
And then one snakes around the hand holding the knife. Not to get him to drop it, to keep him gripping it tight as they bend his arm back until the blade points toward himself.
Force sufficiently amplified, he could easily strike Akechi when he's temporarily a sitting duck.
Doesn't. The attack lingers in the back of his mind. Maruki tips his chin down, brows coming together to meet in the middle, voice taking on an edge of placating sympathy. ]
How it feels for an ego to splinter so unevenly that multiple personas form from it... What kind of stress a psyche must undergo to develop not one, but two senses of rebellion against an unjust world. I wonder what that's like, Akechi?
One: Maruki's mind goes perfectly clear. Still and quiet. Placid as the surface of a pond. He wonders, sometimes, what it's like to be inside Akechi's mind. What a labyrinth (hah) of confusion and deception and desperation it is. How loud it must be. His own can get crowded at times, an overthinker even when he's at rest, but he's learning that when the chips are down, silence takes over.
It was the same against the Green Knight– mostly. In the heat of battle, his mind would slide into pleasant blankness to meld in with Azathoth. But it was his first true battle, and he couldn't maintain that flow state at all times.
He's trained quite a lot since.
It's easy to slip into. Easy to stay in. His mind turned to one great white palace, cavernous empty rooms, spiraling stairs. A bird flapping its wings the only motion. Peaceful. Eden.
Two: He calmly steps out of the way of Akechi's incoming barrage to let a mass of the lesser tentacles come between them.
Azathoth is fast. Brutal. Doesn't need to be told what to do, because who's in control when they share the quiet of his mind like this is always in question and always in flux. The tendrils wrap around Akechi's ankles and feet to anchor him to the ground and stop his advance on Maruki – around his torso to keep him from trying to lunge forward with the momentum he has left – around both arms, because Maruki knows by now that he can wield just as efficiently in his non-dominant hand–
And then one snakes around the hand holding the knife. Not to get him to drop it, to keep him gripping it tight as they bend his arm back until the blade points toward himself.
Force sufficiently amplified, he could easily strike Akechi when he's temporarily a sitting duck.
Doesn't. The attack lingers in the back of his mind. Maruki tips his chin down, brows coming together to meet in the middle, voice taking on an edge of placating sympathy. ]
How it feels for an ego to splinter so unevenly that multiple personas form from it... What kind of stress a psyche must undergo to develop not one, but two senses of rebellion against an unjust world. I wonder what that's like, Akechi?
[Trapped. It doesn't matter - tentacles coiled tight around his flesh and a knife about to be twisted from his grip.
Twisted from his hand.
Twisted towards his body with a sickening
The real Maruki Takuto and-
A blade's tip pointed at his own body like a-
Maruki's words ring in his ear. His own statements thrown back in his face.
[Robin Hood appears.
He isn't controlled. Not a puppet. He won't be held hostage. Not by Shido, Maruki, anyone. A blade pointed - that's fine. Akechi's always held a knife to his own neck, carved splinters into a board holding a noose he's tightened, a serrated blade ripping at his own flesh again and again and hitting others again and again and pull Maruki up to dangle under ten splinters with a chair kicked out from under his feet, ten splinters that Shido won't have the benefit of seeing, because he would never taint his last remaining image of her with that man's bloated corpse hanging, hanging, hanging-
A Kouga hits the end of the blade, sending it straight into Akechi with force. He's not a hostage, he's the hostage taker. Not a victim, he's the aggressor. He won't be tied down by a piece of shit like him.
No pain, then burning. No pain, then it surges. No pain, then Loki drums and drums and drums and Robin Hood drums and drums and drums and Akechi can barely breathe through the gagging sort of crackled laugh. One he can hear. Can't. It's painful - adrenaline surging, body slumping, he's in the depths of Mementos and Joker ripped through him with an arsenal. Loki wanted to come out then.]
I hate you - I hate you! You piss me off and I'll rip you apart until nothing's left!
[Fuck him - Fuck him.
Another Kouga to keep the blade twisted into gut, muscle and bone, pierced somewhere near his rib. He's never felt better. Never breathed easier. He's laughing - wild, free and acidic and-
Blue flames vanish for red spirals climbing high, high, high into the sky above them. Robin Hood falls like a lost prince - a hero rises from the ashes of it.]
Manifest, Loki!
Twisted from his hand.
Twisted towards his body with a sickening
disgusting
sickly
Tone meant to be a taste of his own fucking medicine from a goddamn doctor who dispenses without restraint.The real Maruki Takuto and-
The real Akechi Goro.
A blade's tip pointed at his own body like a-
Puppet. Mannequin. Body distorted to follow the whims of whoever has Akechi Goro.
He's supposed to hold the power. Control. Conquer. A manipulator not meant to be tied down by the weight of his own fucking strings.Maruki's words ring in his ear. His own statements thrown back in his face.
He's the one in control. Akechi Goro. Not Shido. Not Maruki. Not any other goddamn person in this shitty reality.
He laughs - vile, hateful and monstrous without a goddamn care who hears because the only thing left is Loki, Loki, Loki forming from red hot fire. Loki, Loki, Loki who gives him freedom and Loki, Loki, Loki who doesn't make a single goddamn appearance as-] You piece of shit - always a goddamn showoff. You think I'm bothered by the crap you're saying? Shut the hell up![Robin Hood appears.
He isn't controlled. Not a puppet. He won't be held hostage. Not by Shido, Maruki, anyone. A blade pointed - that's fine. Akechi's always held a knife to his own neck, carved splinters into a board holding a noose he's tightened, a serrated blade ripping at his own flesh again and again and hitting others again and again and pull Maruki up to dangle under ten splinters with a chair kicked out from under his feet, ten splinters that Shido won't have the benefit of seeing, because he would never taint his last remaining image of her with that man's bloated corpse hanging, hanging, hanging-
A Kouga hits the end of the blade, sending it straight into Akechi with force. He's not a hostage, he's the hostage taker. Not a victim, he's the aggressor. He won't be tied down by a piece of shit like him.
No pain, then burning. No pain, then it surges. No pain, then Loki drums and drums and drums and Robin Hood drums and drums and drums and Akechi can barely breathe through the gagging sort of crackled laugh. One he can hear. Can't. It's painful - adrenaline surging, body slumping, he's in the depths of Mementos and Joker ripped through him with an arsenal. Loki wanted to come out then.]
I hate you - I hate you! You piss me off and I'll rip you apart until nothing's left!
[Fuck him - Fuck him.
Another Kouga to keep the blade twisted into gut, muscle and bone, pierced somewhere near his rib. He's never felt better. Never breathed easier. He's laughing - wild, free and acidic and-
There's nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.
and-Blue flames vanish for red spirals climbing high, high, high into the sky above them. Robin Hood falls like a lost prince - a hero rises from the ashes of it.]
Manifest, Loki!
[ He expects Akechi's knife turned toward himself to become an attack. Would never force it himself, merely laid the trap to see what Akechi would do.
He'll never forget that first night exploring the forest together, Akechi trying in vain to fight against the Green Knight's thrall and driving his blade into his own shoulder. Whether it had been because of the entity attempting to control his mind or a purposeful ward against it, Maruki still isn't sure. Is it right to experiment with Akechi while they're mid-battle? Probably not, no, but there's very little of Maruki that cares about being right at the moment.
The blade sinks in with all the force of the attack behind it, the vile words spill forth, then it drives deeper, and Maruki's not training with him at the moment, no, but Akechi is still his ally. He's half a second away from directing the weakened Tentacle of Healing to do what it can before it's lost to the next attack directed at it when–
Loki.
The tentacles rip, tear, fall away from Akechi with the force of this new manifestation. Some wither and dissipate into the ground only to be replaced by twice as many new ones.
They don't lunge for Akechi, though. They move away from him as Maruki does, two or three steps back with an arm curled protectively in front of him, the same arm that took the brunt of the teakettle shrapnel earlier. Azathoth remains stalwart behind him, and they both watch as this new persona takes abrupt, violent shape.
It isn't fear that Maruki feels. It isn't anger, either, despite the rage that's driven him every step of the way so far.
There's a sick twist of pride through the center of his sternum, that bright, warm spot that exists only for Akechi and recognizes that he's finally beginning to see more of the whole of him.
And there's intrigue for all the unknown that Akechi represents, all the things Maruki can still learn from him.
And there's catharsis, after months spent suffering Akechi's false personality in order to better learn and perfectly uphold it.
And there's the soul-deep thrill of a better-matched fight.
Maruki folds his arms over his chest and grins. ]
Good. Show me who you really are.
[ Now it's time to hit with him the good old 2.5x Raining Seeds. ]
He'll never forget that first night exploring the forest together, Akechi trying in vain to fight against the Green Knight's thrall and driving his blade into his own shoulder. Whether it had been because of the entity attempting to control his mind or a purposeful ward against it, Maruki still isn't sure. Is it right to experiment with Akechi while they're mid-battle? Probably not, no, but there's very little of Maruki that cares about being right at the moment.
The blade sinks in with all the force of the attack behind it, the vile words spill forth, then it drives deeper, and Maruki's not training with him at the moment, no, but Akechi is still his ally. He's half a second away from directing the weakened Tentacle of Healing to do what it can before it's lost to the next attack directed at it when–
Loki.
The tentacles rip, tear, fall away from Akechi with the force of this new manifestation. Some wither and dissipate into the ground only to be replaced by twice as many new ones.
They don't lunge for Akechi, though. They move away from him as Maruki does, two or three steps back with an arm curled protectively in front of him, the same arm that took the brunt of the teakettle shrapnel earlier. Azathoth remains stalwart behind him, and they both watch as this new persona takes abrupt, violent shape.
It isn't fear that Maruki feels. It isn't anger, either, despite the rage that's driven him every step of the way so far.
There's a sick twist of pride through the center of his sternum, that bright, warm spot that exists only for Akechi and recognizes that he's finally beginning to see more of the whole of him.
And there's intrigue for all the unknown that Akechi represents, all the things Maruki can still learn from him.
And there's catharsis, after months spent suffering Akechi's false personality in order to better learn and perfectly uphold it.
And there's the soul-deep thrill of a better-matched fight.
Maruki folds his arms over his chest and grins. ]
Good. Show me who you really are.
[ Now it's time to hit with him the good old 2.5x Raining Seeds. ]
Edited (oh i guess i should add a cw lol hey how about just don't read this thread if you aren't cool with guys destroying themselves and each other) 2024-07-27 06:14 (UTC)
[Akechi's free.
Free from the tight coils of persona contorting his body, latching him to a spot and
Loki is strong. Loki is unburdened. Loki doesn't have limits. Loki is wild and alive - floats behind him without intent to protect from the upcoming attack. Akechi's hit head on with it - doesn't bother to block or move. Laughter that -
Mocks. Thrives. Coats the sensation of blade sliding from his guts as he rips it out in one swift motion. Red blooming across his shirt, like an ocean made of thick crimson viscera. Like a boy turned god about to unleash his wrath on an unknowing world. He isn't in the Metaverse - a deep, twisting wound embedded and pulled out makes him dizzy, sick, and-
Happy - joyous.]
God, I live for this!
[Loud. Blooming like the spot on his chest. Riot Gun comes easy - Loki is strong. The healing tentacle will go down and everything, everything, everything will be hit and-
Akechi wastes no time in moving closer again, undeterred by a wound, emboldened by Loki behind him and-
Debilitate focused directly on Maruki - the only image his unblinking eyes are focused on.]
You're next in line to die!
Free from the tight coils of persona contorting his body, latching him to a spot and
Free from the Robin Hood's leash, image, a false personality hidden behind a just prince manifest.
Maruki's smiling. Akechi is too - manic and ferocious with his fingers wrapped around the handle of a knife in his chest, the other threading through his hair and-Loki is strong. Loki is unburdened. Loki doesn't have limits. Loki is wild and alive - floats behind him without intent to protect from the upcoming attack. Akechi's hit head on with it - doesn't bother to block or move. Laughter that -
Mocks. Thrives. Coats the sensation of blade sliding from his guts as he rips it out in one swift motion. Red blooming across his shirt, like an ocean made of thick crimson viscera. Like a boy turned god about to unleash his wrath on an unknowing world. He isn't in the Metaverse - a deep, twisting wound embedded and pulled out makes him dizzy, sick, and-
Happy - joyous.]
God, I live for this!
[Loud. Blooming like the spot on his chest. Riot Gun comes easy - Loki is strong. The healing tentacle will go down and everything, everything, everything will be hit and-
Akechi wastes no time in moving closer again, undeterred by a wound, emboldened by Loki behind him and-
Debilitate focused directly on Maruki - the only image his unblinking eyes are focused on.]
You're next in line to die!
[ The same attack that happened in the kitchen, but with a far wider spread, more lethal intent. Azathoth and one of the tentacles take a small amount of damage; another repels, and the Tentacle of Healing goes down as intended. Maruki curls both arms protectively over his head as the static rain jolts and singes. His hiss is half one of pain, half exasperation at healing power gone when the bloodstain over Akechi's chest is growing steadily. He also ready knows he can regenerate them at will, it's just a matter of a little time.
There are more important things to deal with first.
He doesn't know what hits him, but he knows instantly when it does – both he and Azathoth feeling drained, leaden, rooted to the spot. Some sort of nerf.
He doesn't know.
He doesn't like it.
Maruki straightens up, takes one look at Akechi advancing on him, and what needs to be done coalesces in his mind instantly. ]
I regret not pointing this out to you sooner... You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
[ That was a nice Debilitate, Akechi.
Unfortunately, the Tentacles of Assistance and Protection are both still up and in near perfect health. They undo the bulk of Akechi's work in two fell swoops – it isn't the boost of power that Maruki's used to, but it's back to baseline, and that's good enough for him.
His favored attack has never worked on Robin Hood. Maruki knows that. But this persona – this Loki, he can't believe Akechi kept that under his tongue for all the times Maruki used goddamn Loki as an example when talking about the collective unconscious – is about as different from Robin Hood as can be.
Maruki doesn't waste another second once the tentacles have done their work. The enormous ball of pure, glowing energy that heralds Eternal Radiance forms in the sky above them, bright enough to blind for a split second before erupting into innumerable cosmic eyes firing off at Loki, at Akechi, at anything within striking distance. ]
There are more important things to deal with first.
He doesn't know what hits him, but he knows instantly when it does – both he and Azathoth feeling drained, leaden, rooted to the spot. Some sort of nerf.
He doesn't know.
He doesn't like it.
Maruki straightens up, takes one look at Akechi advancing on him, and what needs to be done coalesces in his mind instantly. ]
I regret not pointing this out to you sooner... You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
[ That was a nice Debilitate, Akechi.
Unfortunately, the Tentacles of Assistance and Protection are both still up and in near perfect health. They undo the bulk of Akechi's work in two fell swoops – it isn't the boost of power that Maruki's used to, but it's back to baseline, and that's good enough for him.
His favored attack has never worked on Robin Hood. Maruki knows that. But this persona – this Loki, he can't believe Akechi kept that under his tongue for all the times Maruki used goddamn Loki as an example when talking about the collective unconscious – is about as different from Robin Hood as can be.
Maruki doesn't waste another second once the tentacles have done their work. The enormous ball of pure, glowing energy that heralds Eternal Radiance forms in the sky above them, bright enough to blind for a split second before erupting into innumerable cosmic eyes firing off at Loki, at Akechi, at anything within striking distance. ]
[You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
It's an infuriating realization that hits him with every new attack discovered in midnight training sessions, in the way Azathoth hits, hits, hits with multiple attacks in quick succession - a man new to this and yet thriving in such undeniable power.
The same power that strikes Loki's weakness - sends Akechi to knees, grasping the wet spot on his chest that's coating his whole front now. Dizzying. Nauseating. Intense Debilitate did little - ]
Oh no - I'm so scared! I don't give SHIT!
[Said with his knees digging into wet ground - You can't hurt me next on his lips because he isn't hurt. Isn't bleeding from his chest. Isn't pressed against his will by a power that exploited his weakness. Doesn't need a second, two seconds, three seconds to catch his breath, remove a blood coated glove from his body, half push himself up through sheer obstinance.
He can't stand in full - knees lock. Doesn't matter. Loki's alive behind him with all the fury in Akechi's heart, the injustice of the world
Second best. He doesn't need them. Second best, despite everything. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal because Akechi has to resort to kills coated in viscera, silence and blood, instead of fog and agony.
Fuck them.
He can't breathe. Can. Loki prepares to enact Akechi's will, a column of swirling red lights surrounding the persona-] Do you really think your shitty attack will end this? That I'm so goddamn weak? Don't look down on me you piece of shit! You don't know where true power is - the broken chains on a heart. I'll shatter it again and again and again until you're dead!
[Loki's sword glows bright, bright, bright in Akechi's peripherals.
Red swirls, swirls, swirls and Akechi knows in a second - locking knees, a bleeding chest - none of it will matter. Call of Chaos explodes throughout - spreading from wound to body to brain in an instant.
And
He can't think he can't think he can't think he can't think hecan'thtinkhecan'tthinkc̸̨̲̩̻͇̖̦̮̙̥̰̠͕͎͋̊̾̎́̎̽͗̃̆̃̆̚͝a̴̧͔͇̖̮̭̲̠͈̣̗̽̽̔́̀͋̂̆̈̑̚͜n̵̢͙̭̻̹̳̈́̅̍̑̀̌͋͒͑͂͂̚̚͜ͅ'̴̢̡̡̢̟̫̫̯͇̗͖̟͓̥̹̰̓͌͆̂͛̄͌̉ţ̸͇̫̎͂́̑ ̸̨͔͙̫͍̠̬͈̯̖̜̭̤͖̍̍̇͜͜͝ṭ̶͓̥̻̪̱̇̌̈́̃̂̄̈́̂͠͠ĥ̸̢̨̡̬̘̖̬̦͖̝̭̤͔̰͋i̷̛̟̰̩͙͙̟͍̗͇̖̯̎͜͜n̸̢̛͎̙̼̪̖̲̺̤̋̄̓̄̌́̀̇̂̕͝ͅk̸̜̳̙͈͓̬̗͕̠̣̣͈̦̅̂̀̔̌̔̒͛̉̑̾̒̆͒]
It's laughter. He's standing tall again, like nothing in the world has ever phased him and-
He's headed for Maruki again, Eigaon brewing, ready, targeted.] Try AGAIN, idiot!
You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
He knows.It's an infuriating realization that hits him with every new attack discovered in midnight training sessions, in the way Azathoth hits, hits, hits with multiple attacks in quick succession - a man new to this and yet thriving in such undeniable power.
The same power that strikes Loki's weakness - sends Akechi to knees, grasping the wet spot on his chest that's coating his whole front now. Dizzying. Nauseating. Intense Debilitate did little - ]
Oh no - I'm so scared! I don't give SHIT!
[Said with his knees digging into wet ground - You can't hurt me next on his lips because he isn't hurt. Isn't bleeding from his chest. Isn't pressed against his will by a power that exploited his weakness. Doesn't need a second, two seconds, three seconds to catch his breath, remove a blood coated glove from his body, half push himself up through sheer obstinance.
He can't stand in full - knees lock. Doesn't matter. Loki's alive behind him with all the fury in Akechi's heart, the injustice of the world
A teenager born with an undeniable, with teammates, friends and-
A man born with unfathomable power, lonely and rotten like him and-
Akechi Goro who stands below both, whether they breathe or not. No matter what he does - it's alwaysSecond best. He doesn't need them. Second best, despite everything. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal because Akechi has to resort to kills coated in viscera, silence and blood, instead of fog and agony.
Fuck them.
He can't breathe. Can. Loki prepares to enact Akechi's will, a column of swirling red lights surrounding the persona-] Do you really think your shitty attack will end this? That I'm so goddamn weak? Don't look down on me you piece of shit! You don't know where true power is - the broken chains on a heart. I'll shatter it again and again and again until you're dead!
[Loki's sword glows bright, bright, bright in Akechi's peripherals.
Red swirls, swirls, swirls and Akechi knows in a second - locking knees, a bleeding chest - none of it will matter. Call of Chaos explodes throughout - spreading from wound to body to brain in an instant.
And
everything
is so fucking meaningless.
He can't think he can't think he can't think he can't think hecan'thtinkhecan'tthinkc̸̨̲̩̻͇̖̦̮̙̥̰̠͕͎͋̊̾̎́̎̽͗̃̆̃̆̚͝a̴̧͔͇̖̮̭̲̠͈̣̗̽̽̔́̀͋̂̆̈̑̚͜n̵̢͙̭̻̹̳̈́̅̍̑̀̌͋͒͑͂͂̚̚͜ͅ'̴̢̡̡̢̟̫̫̯͇̗͖̟͓̥̹̰̓͌͆̂͛̄͌̉ţ̸͇̫̎͂́̑ ̸̨͔͙̫͍̠̬͈̯̖̜̭̤͖̍̍̇͜͜͝ṭ̶͓̥̻̪̱̇̌̈́̃̂̄̈́̂͠͠ĥ̸̢̨̡̬̘̖̬̦͖̝̭̤͔̰͋i̷̛̟̰̩͙͙̟͍̗͇̖̯̎͜͜n̸̢̛͎̙̼̪̖̲̺̤̋̄̓̄̌́̀̇̂̕͝ͅk̸̜̳̙͈͓̬̗͕̠̣̣͈̦̅̂̀̔̌̔̒͛̉̑̾̒̆͒]
It's laughter. He's standing tall again, like nothing in the world has ever phased him and-
He's headed for Maruki again, Eigaon brewing, ready, targeted.] Try AGAIN, idiot!
[ What the hell.
As it happens – whatever it is – Maruki can only stare in open, wide-eyed fascination. It isn't an attack. It doesn't seem like a buff, either, not in a way that he's come to recognize so far.
But it gets Akechi up on his feet, and then some.
The blood isn't staunched. Not at all. That's the first thing Maruki catalogues. No healing to be seen, despite the undeniable surge of energy. It makes sense, of course – neither of Akechi's personas seem to have any capacity to heal. Why would they? He's hurt, he hurts, he wants the world to hurt along with him.
Idiot. He's going to get himself killed.
The Tentacle of Healing regenerates with a wave of his hand as Akechi cackles through the mounting power coursing through and around him. Maruki's just about to direct it – if it doesn't knock Akechi out of whatever spell he's put himself under, it can at least take care of that gaping wound – when another attack he hasn't experienced yet hits.
It feels brutal. Dark and heavy, antithetical to everything he feels with Azathoth. A nightmare, sleep paralysis, a demon on his chest. Azathoth can tank the hit fine, as it always does, but the utter newness of the sensation has Maruki dazed for a moment, choking on black smoke.
He straightens, staggers farther back from Akechi, tries to get a good look at him through his frenzy. There's a look in his eye that's almost, almost recognizable. If placid, peaceful emptiness had a twin opposite to it in every way but the one that matters most.
He grabs at his chest, coughs again through a squint before raising his voice. ]
Is that what you tried to do here?
[ To the gelfling they targeted. To whoever else he said he tested a surefire method on. ]
Maybe it only works on someone whose cognition is so susceptible to manipulation.
[ There's no one he saw become enthralled more times than Akechi, after all. ]
I wonder if my ability would work on you too, then. I wonder who you'd become.
[ It's an empty threat, and one said with nothing but seething, sneering compassion. Maruki would never do it. But he's furious with Akechi for hiding so much for so long, and he's too caught up in the battle to bite his words back – it might be a justified end befitting a Detective Prince, being coerced into playing that role and keeping up that perception for the rest of his life.
Healing forgotten for the moment, he focuses all of his energy on taking Akechi down with that same Bless attack again, curious to see what effect it will have on him in this new state. ]
As it happens – whatever it is – Maruki can only stare in open, wide-eyed fascination. It isn't an attack. It doesn't seem like a buff, either, not in a way that he's come to recognize so far.
But it gets Akechi up on his feet, and then some.
The blood isn't staunched. Not at all. That's the first thing Maruki catalogues. No healing to be seen, despite the undeniable surge of energy. It makes sense, of course – neither of Akechi's personas seem to have any capacity to heal. Why would they? He's hurt, he hurts, he wants the world to hurt along with him.
Idiot. He's going to get himself killed.
The Tentacle of Healing regenerates with a wave of his hand as Akechi cackles through the mounting power coursing through and around him. Maruki's just about to direct it – if it doesn't knock Akechi out of whatever spell he's put himself under, it can at least take care of that gaping wound – when another attack he hasn't experienced yet hits.
It feels brutal. Dark and heavy, antithetical to everything he feels with Azathoth. A nightmare, sleep paralysis, a demon on his chest. Azathoth can tank the hit fine, as it always does, but the utter newness of the sensation has Maruki dazed for a moment, choking on black smoke.
He straightens, staggers farther back from Akechi, tries to get a good look at him through his frenzy. There's a look in his eye that's almost, almost recognizable. If placid, peaceful emptiness had a twin opposite to it in every way but the one that matters most.
He grabs at his chest, coughs again through a squint before raising his voice. ]
Is that what you tried to do here?
[ To the gelfling they targeted. To whoever else he said he tested a surefire method on. ]
Maybe it only works on someone whose cognition is so susceptible to manipulation.
[ There's no one he saw become enthralled more times than Akechi, after all. ]
I wonder if my ability would work on you too, then. I wonder who you'd become.
[ It's an empty threat, and one said with nothing but seething, sneering compassion. Maruki would never do it. But he's furious with Akechi for hiding so much for so long, and he's too caught up in the battle to bite his words back – it might be a justified end befitting a Detective Prince, being coerced into playing that role and keeping up that perception for the rest of his life.
Healing forgotten for the moment, he focuses all of his energy on taking Akechi down with that same Bless attack again, curious to see what effect it will have on him in this new state. ]
[
Maruki's flesh, bone, and guts will create a new reality in this fake, fake world.
The attack hits. Akechi doesn't try to dodge. Back to his knees in crippling agony that he should feel, doesn't feel, can't feel with the freedom of his soul, unchained, untied, unleashed to keep going. He's strong - so strong. Loki doesn't make him strong - Loki exists because he's strong and he-
He'll kill Maruki.]
Oh, you're merciless, aren't you?
[Taunting. Wild. Happy. An attack already at the helm - the world's swimming from overwhelming euphoria as Loki burns, burns, burns behind him with every tug, tug, tug and-
He's back up. Forced up. His feet, legs, body pushed back up again and again and again and again and againandagainandagainandagainandagainandagain. He'll kill Maruki. He'll kill Shido. He'll kill Shido and-
Dizzy. Stumbles. Stands. Loki - with Loki - because of Loki - because of his willpower to create Loki-]
Die, die, die, die, die, DIE!
[Knife thrown to the ground, Loki preparing to hit Maruki with Laevateinn and-
Akechi pulls the gun from his side pocket, damp shirt leaking to his pants and lining it up with Maruki's face.
Slightly above his glasses, right between the eyes, against a
What
he tried
to do
To a meaningless nothing - a worthless piece of trash who didn't see it coming, saw nothing coming, Loki appeared to capture that trash trash trash and nothing happenedNothing happened
Something happens
Maruki halted. Stopped. Surprised.It
feels
great.
A violent hum follows every vein, pours out of his chest with every spurt of blood from his own erratic, unstoppable unstoppable he is unstoppable movements towards Maruki. Joker never got to see this - Maruki does. Joker never saw Akechi alight with the flame of battle and an all too well worn hysteria that phantom walls in a dark coated world used to absorb. Joker only saw Akechi when bone, gut and gore gave life to a blank wall behind him.Joker gave
life to everyone
around him. Akechi feltalive
dead
andMaruki's flesh, bone, and guts will create a new reality in this fake, fake world.
The attack hits. Akechi doesn't try to dodge. Back to his knees in crippling agony that he should feel, doesn't feel, can't feel with the freedom of his soul, unchained, untied, unleashed to keep going. He's strong - so strong. Loki doesn't make him strong - Loki exists because he's strong and he-
stands up again
Cackling, both hands threading and tearing and ripping at strands against his skull. It doesn't hurt - nothing does.He'll kill Maruki.]
Oh, you're merciless, aren't you?
[Taunting. Wild. Happy. An attack already at the helm - the world's swimming from overwhelming euphoria as Loki burns, burns, burns behind him with every tug, tug, tug and-
Maruki would like
to paint his soul across this world
so akechi won't stop until he does.
Healing tentacle is the target for EIGAON - nothing to get in the way and-He's back up. Forced up. His feet, legs, body pushed back up again and again and again and again and againandagainandagainandagainandagainandagain. He'll kill Maruki. He'll kill Shido. He'll kill Shido and-
Dizzy. Stumbles. Stands. Loki - with Loki - because of Loki - because of his willpower to create Loki-]
Die, die, die, die, die, DIE!
[Knife thrown to the ground, Loki preparing to hit Maruki with Laevateinn and-
Akechi pulls the gun from his side pocket, damp shirt leaking to his pants and lining it up with Maruki's face.
Slightly above his glasses, right between the eyes, against a
tile floor
starlit sky.
Edited (so used to adding cw: suicide i didnt actually need it this time) 2024-07-29 00:53 (UTC)
[ The same attack – not targeted at him this time – the Tentacle of Healing crumples to the ground again – two weaknesses then, Maruki's fury is beyond measure – useless, he feels useless – another attack being leveled at him the likes of which he's never seen – and then–
He's only had a couple seconds to register the gun when Laevateinn makes contact.
Maruki has gotten used to taking Robin Hood's attacks on the nose, but Loki is another beast entirely. The great spectral sword comes down on him and he hits the ground, hard. Pain cracks and jolts up from his knees from the force of the fall, down from his head from the strike, palms scraping and slicing against the ground as he tries to brace himself so as not to collapse under its weight entirely, a violent ringing in his ears.
His breath catches and seizes in his chest with the aftershocks of that pain – somehow, despite appearances, not magical in nature, entirely physical and much harder to shake off because of it – as he lifts his head to see–
The gun.
The same gun pointed at him in eternally dark woods.
The same gun Akechi must use back in their reality – the same gun that he will more than likely find himself up against after they return, his own hubris pushing the only ally he's ever had to turn on him, and he won't have Azathoth, he won't have anything, he'll be so useless. ]
Don't.
[ Despite the blows he's taken, his voice remains steady, strong.
It isn't fear that he feels, despite–
Maruki never saw the gun. Only heard it. Never saw anyone get shot. Only saw the bodies. By the time he emerged into the main house, the damage was done, the gun was gone. Frozen. Hadn't even been brave enough to try to get between the men and their only escape route. Could only watch in terror as hands wrapped around Rumi's throat before slamming her into a wall, could only unstick himself long enough to run to the door and watch them flee, trying to remember the car, the only car on the road, the empty road in an empty town on an empty day when nothing should have happened, and he couldn't do anything about it at all, never been more useless–
No, it isn't fear at all. ]
You're not going to kill me here, Akechi.
[ Maruki stands fast, all the blood rushing to his head, a hand out to brace himself against Azathoth's chassis as a wave of tentacles shoots forth to restrain Akechi again.
Knife on the ground – good.
Gun wrenched out of his hand and thrown aside – better.
Maruki doesn't direct Azathoth to attack. Doesn't think that far ahead. Doesn't think at all. Only advances on Akechi, wrapped in a mass of tentacles he'll surely soon be able to break free from, bleeding, gasping, laughing, psychotic. Tempestuous conviction rages in his voice – because he isn't scared of Akechi. He never has been. ]
You're not going to kill me until you have a good reason to do it.
[ Fist clenched. Arm pulled back. Useless. Knuckles connecting with jaw. Inelegant, unpracticed, but vicious, more than hard enough to hurt them both.
Maruki grips it in the opposite hand, pain radiating across knuckles that will bloom with bruises, and staggers back from him again so the Tentacle of Healing, battered but still functional, can finally take care of that goddamn stab wound. ]
He's only had a couple seconds to register the gun when Laevateinn makes contact.
Maruki has gotten used to taking Robin Hood's attacks on the nose, but Loki is another beast entirely. The great spectral sword comes down on him and he hits the ground, hard. Pain cracks and jolts up from his knees from the force of the fall, down from his head from the strike, palms scraping and slicing against the ground as he tries to brace himself so as not to collapse under its weight entirely, a violent ringing in his ears.
His breath catches and seizes in his chest with the aftershocks of that pain – somehow, despite appearances, not magical in nature, entirely physical and much harder to shake off because of it – as he lifts his head to see–
The gun.
The same gun pointed at him in eternally dark woods.
The same gun Akechi must use back in their reality – the same gun that he will more than likely find himself up against after they return, his own hubris pushing the only ally he's ever had to turn on him, and he won't have Azathoth, he won't have anything, he'll be so useless. ]
Don't.
[ Despite the blows he's taken, his voice remains steady, strong.
It isn't fear that he feels, despite–
Endless white fields, an empty paddock where chickens would be raised in the spring, the bare branches of weeping trees, a frozen over pond, a home with the door left wide open despite the snowfall. Broken glass, footprints in the snow. The clatter of furniture overturned, shouts of confusion and panic. Gun fired once. A guttural, animal noise like none he's ever heard. Complete chaos. Rumi's screams. Fired again, and again, and again.
Maruki never saw the gun. Only heard it. Never saw anyone get shot. Only saw the bodies. By the time he emerged into the main house, the damage was done, the gun was gone. Frozen. Hadn't even been brave enough to try to get between the men and their only escape route. Could only watch in terror as hands wrapped around Rumi's throat before slamming her into a wall, could only unstick himself long enough to run to the door and watch them flee, trying to remember the car, the only car on the road, the empty road in an empty town on an empty day when nothing should have happened, and he couldn't do anything about it at all, never been more useless–
No, it isn't fear at all. ]
You're not going to kill me here, Akechi.
[ Maruki stands fast, all the blood rushing to his head, a hand out to brace himself against Azathoth's chassis as a wave of tentacles shoots forth to restrain Akechi again.
Knife on the ground – good.
Gun wrenched out of his hand and thrown aside – better.
Maruki doesn't direct Azathoth to attack. Doesn't think that far ahead. Doesn't think at all. Only advances on Akechi, wrapped in a mass of tentacles he'll surely soon be able to break free from, bleeding, gasping, laughing, psychotic. Tempestuous conviction rages in his voice – because he isn't scared of Akechi. He never has been. ]
You're not going to kill me until you have a good reason to do it.
[ Fist clenched. Arm pulled back. Useless. Knuckles connecting with jaw. Inelegant, unpracticed, but vicious, more than hard enough to hurt them both.
Maruki grips it in the opposite hand, pain radiating across knuckles that will bloom with bruises, and staggers back from him again so the Tentacle of Healing, battered but still functional, can finally take care of that goddamn stab wound. ]
[
The blood staunches against his chest - his body sewing itself back together, everything else falling apart. Cooper crawls up his throat, into his mouth - over teeth, tongue, coating the insides of his cheeks. Eigaon misses the healing tentacle completely - the jolt from a fist against skull makes his vision swim.
Riot Gun misses - targeting tree, ground and earth instead of the man two feet from him, the tentacles writhing around him.]Oh yeah? I decide the reason.
[
Appears. Vanishes. Flickers back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and a shining, shining sword glowsglowsglowsglows behind him, but-
Blood spit from his mouth. Mind
Whether you live or die - none of it means SHIT TO ME!
[Loki hovers - ever watchful, ever present, ever a true guardian in a world full of rot and-
Akechi lunges for the man, intent to grappling him right to the ground.]
His
sole
purpose
seek
the truth
And he finds it in Maruki's gaze. Resolute. Fearless. A far cry from the man cowering from an ant in the marketplace, worried about a knife in his direction.
His jaw aches
from the will of Maruki Takuto.The blood staunches against his chest - his body sewing itself back together, everything else falling apart. Cooper crawls up his throat, into his mouth - over teeth, tongue, coating the insides of his cheeks. Eigaon misses the healing tentacle completely - the jolt from a fist against skull makes his vision swim.
Riot Gun misses - targeting tree, ground and earth instead of the man two feet from him, the tentacles writhing around him.]Oh yeah? I decide the reason.
[
Mocking.
Bitter.
Lost and
Found by a man who sees
Every part of him and for the first timeAkechi sees him.
Subdued for a moment. Breaking free the next. Loki-Appears. Vanishes. Flickers back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and a shining, shining sword glowsglowsglowsglows behind him, but-
Blood spit from his mouth. Mind
scrambling
running
████ ████ ████̝̺̠̖̭́͟͝f̷̡̩̲͈̺̘͍͚̻̤ŗ̸̛̲͙͉͓͚̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̛̣̰͓̻͎̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢͡ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎͡ ̝̺̠̖̭́͟͝f̷̡̩̲͈̺̘͍͚̻̤ŗ̸̛̲͙͉͓͚̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̛̣̰͓̻͎̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢͡ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎͡ ̝̺̠̖̭́͟͝f̷̡̩̲͈̺̘͍͚̻̤ŗ̸̛̲͙͉͓͚̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̛̣̰͓̻͎̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢͡ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎͡.]
Whether you live or die - none of it means SHIT TO ME!
[Loki hovers - ever watchful, ever present, ever a true guardian in a world full of rot and-
Akechi lunges for the man, intent to grappling him right to the ground.]
[ Just as Loki takes a watchful backseat, so does Azathoth. Strange, considering how little direction it needs to defend him even at the best of times, but– perhaps it's purposeful. Or perhaps Maruki's mind is just that far from their connection at the moment.
Because all of his focus is tunneled down onto Akechi, barreling into him, knocking all the breath out of him as his back hits grass, stones, dirt. ]
We both know that's not true, you lunatic–
[ If Akechi didn't care about his life at all, he wouldn't have spent months warning him to keep his head down when they return to their true reality. It isn't only about staying out of Akechi's way for his own sake.
If Akechi didn't care about his life at all, he would have shot him in his sleep several times over by now.
Maruki knows he's at a disadvantage, has no real experience in a physical altercation. He brings one arm up to guard his face, drives the other elbow into Akechi's ribs as hard as he can to try to get him off.
And despite all of this – despite everything that's transpired tonight, hit after hit, threat after threat – there is no one in either reality that he feels he respects more than Akechi. Now more than ever. Maruki wheezes out a laugh, strikes him again, and needles, needles, because he knows he can, because he knows Akechi can take it as well as he doles it out. ]
Two personas from a broken mind? One that has the ability to shatter it further?
[ In the tone of a mildly fascinated Detective Prince: ]
You really are full of surprises.
Because all of his focus is tunneled down onto Akechi, barreling into him, knocking all the breath out of him as his back hits grass, stones, dirt. ]
We both know that's not true, you lunatic–
[ If Akechi didn't care about his life at all, he wouldn't have spent months warning him to keep his head down when they return to their true reality. It isn't only about staying out of Akechi's way for his own sake.
If Akechi didn't care about his life at all, he would have shot him in his sleep several times over by now.
Maruki knows he's at a disadvantage, has no real experience in a physical altercation. He brings one arm up to guard his face, drives the other elbow into Akechi's ribs as hard as he can to try to get him off.
And despite all of this – despite everything that's transpired tonight, hit after hit, threat after threat – there is no one in either reality that he feels he respects more than Akechi. Now more than ever. Maruki wheezes out a laugh, strikes him again, and needles, needles, because he knows he can, because he knows Akechi can take it as well as he doles it out. ]
Two personas from a broken mind? One that has the ability to shatter it further?
[ In the tone of a mildly fascinated Detective Prince: ]
You really are full of surprises.
[Pressure against a stab wound. It digs in with every word and-
Shut up! [A splintered, airless laugh.] I'll make your last moments on here the most painful.
[He throws all his weight into pushing Maruki's arm to his face - fist directed to glasses. Hits until shards embed in his knuckles. Until he presses against Maruki's eye to dig those pieces into eyelid, cornea, pupil - destroy his vision. Exploit a weakness. Use it against him. Pinpricks rip at his skin - thin red lines all over his hands.
Nails dig into the flesh of his arm. Palm presses broken frame against his face. Thin lines shredded down whatever exposed flesh he can - peeling, ripping, tearing like his body will exude smoke and rot instead of muscle and blood.]
You think you know me? My mind is fine. Nothing is broken. I'm in control of you, Shido, and every other piece of shit here that falls for that pathetic act-
[
Akechi is delighted
because Maruki was never a waste of his time. Without Azathoth-He's stronger.
A persona shaped god won't be around forever and Marukifights and fights and fights
Like his life depends on it. It does. Akechi doesn't hesitate to peel both gloves from his hand, press into the elbow trying to jab air out of him - it works.It doesn't stop him.
The dizzying lack of air acting as oil.]Shut up! [A splintered, airless laugh.] I'll make your last moments on here the most painful.
[He throws all his weight into pushing Maruki's arm to his face - fist directed to glasses. Hits until shards embed in his knuckles. Until he presses against Maruki's eye to dig those pieces into eyelid, cornea, pupil - destroy his vision. Exploit a weakness. Use it against him. Pinpricks rip at his skin - thin red lines all over his hands.
Nails dig into the flesh of his arm. Palm presses broken frame against his face. Thin lines shredded down whatever exposed flesh he can - peeling, ripping, tearing like his body will exude smoke and rot instead of muscle and blood.]
You think you know me? My mind is fine. Nothing is broken. I'm in control of you, Shido, and every other piece of shit here that falls for that pathetic act-
[
Shreds, and digs
andlistens to every piece of bait
andRips and tears
andDestroys everything in sight.
Skin embeds under his fingertips - the same tracks torn into again and again and again and again and againandagainandagainandagain until it stains red, red, red on his hands. No gloves to cover it up this time. The sink will drain crimson for awhile. Akechi will wash his handsone
two
three
hours until every thought spirals down the drain.] You're so fucking stupid!Page 33 of 118
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