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You don't?
[There's some kind of critical thinking happening there - more than he can say for half the people he interacts with. This world gains something. Whatever it is must be more valuable than a person's life.
To some, that wouldn't be much anyway.]
I find it quite strange. Being tied to a leash, trapped in an impossible to escape cage due to the whims of a madman, while waiting to have your agency returned-
Why I think that would drive most people into action. The fact it doesn't is suspicious.
[Those who wear their heart on their sleeves, are timid, want to stay, want to live here, want to continue the charade of a false reality - they all make him sick.]
However, I can't claim to know much about the human mind. It's certainly not my expertise. Even I can sympathize with those who feel their best option is comply.
[There's some kind of critical thinking happening there - more than he can say for half the people he interacts with. This world gains something. Whatever it is must be more valuable than a person's life.
To some, that wouldn't be much anyway.]
I find it quite strange. Being tied to a leash, trapped in an impossible to escape cage due to the whims of a madman, while waiting to have your agency returned-
Why I think that would drive most people into action. The fact it doesn't is suspicious.
[Those who wear their heart on their sleeves, are timid, want to stay, want to live here, want to continue the charade of a false reality - they all make him sick.]
However, I can't claim to know much about the human mind. It's certainly not my expertise. Even I can sympathize with those who feel their best option is comply.
If they're trapped in a cage, a normal person will be able to do nothing but dislocate their shoulder slamming against the iron bars and claw at the walls until their fingernails have snapped off and the skin has torn off.
[ His voice is kind, but firm, like a teacher breaking something down for a student.]
Most people are weak, Akechi-kun. They'll choose the least painful option. They'll defer to anyone who promises them happiness and offers modest comfort. That's why normal people depend on those who have the knowledge and pain tolerance to save them. You understand, don't you?
[ He should. Akechi is a detective, after all. That line of thinking should come to him as naturally as breathing. ]
[ His voice is kind, but firm, like a teacher breaking something down for a student.]
Most people are weak, Akechi-kun. They'll choose the least painful option. They'll defer to anyone who promises them happiness and offers modest comfort. That's why normal people depend on those who have the knowledge and pain tolerance to save them. You understand, don't you?
[ He should. Akechi is a detective, after all. That line of thinking should come to him as naturally as breathing. ]
[ Cold, serious, calculated, a snap of her finger tips and suddenly time slows. There is no moon's shadow in this realm, not her moon, but here where reality is reformed under her domain how she likes it. Rather than the moon casting its shadow, the shadow itself must come from her and expand all around them. BB lacks her true authority from Nyarlathotep having it stripped from her, but her accessibility to power and abilities still come when called at some capacity. Even if altered within Vaeros's domain.
It's here where she manages to at least slow time between them, the blast of non-elemental energy beginning to start its explosive capacity. Budding like a nuclear reaction, blooming at the center. The energy readings blow off the charts, and she is mindful to move with gradual regard as the rest of the world around her slowly ebbs into action. A moment and then she skips upwards, using Robin's body as a means to hop into the air and float above them, with a third eye distinctively glowering on her forehead. An odd sort of light that sits on her hair and flowers with intensity. It dissipates when time resumes, as BB snaps her fingers, and the powerful blast comes to completion. Damaging his own ally -]
Akechi-chan is that kind of person, [ Dryly made look and an even-tempered statement. Odd for someone of her demeanor. ] what a horrible master ~ .
[Remain compliant. Thrive in weakness. The masses are are exploitable sheep that fear difference, pain, disobedience and rebellion. They follow what people say. Do what the media says. Think what Shido promotes. The strong will beat against cages until every nail is torn, every bone shattered, every piece of them fighting to leave an unjust world that binds them.
Dazai is a strange man. Akechi regards him with a quiet, feigned laugh. As if the whole conversation itself is deranged and not-
Something that resonates. It doesn't. This is just an eccentric detective. Another nobody. Rambling on about meaningless shit.]
Do you think those people deserve to live? That's a hypothetical question, of course. My morals and values are aligned with law and order in all ways. I would never wish for the death of another person, but your comment brings up an interesting point.
[Arms crossed and uncrossed, gaze met.]
To some, they made their decision. Learning means facing the consequences of their actions. Regrets are unfortunate, and I'm sympathetic to those who will suffer for it, however-
The strong aren't made in a vacuum. Pain tolerance isn't innate. It's all gained through a life lived. The weak won't become strong if they're saved. They'll simply rot. Or so I imagine.
[Another faint, mirthless laugh - smile plastered with a thousand little threads trying each piece of him up.
He hates this fucking place.]
What I'm saying is quite dark, isn't it? Not to be rude, but perhaps your unique mindset is rubbing off on me.
Dazai is a strange man. Akechi regards him with a quiet, feigned laugh. As if the whole conversation itself is deranged and not-
Something that resonates. It doesn't. This is just an eccentric detective. Another nobody. Rambling on about meaningless shit.]
Do you think those people deserve to live? That's a hypothetical question, of course. My morals and values are aligned with law and order in all ways. I would never wish for the death of another person, but your comment brings up an interesting point.
[Arms crossed and uncrossed, gaze met.]
To some, they made their decision. Learning means facing the consequences of their actions. Regrets are unfortunate, and I'm sympathetic to those who will suffer for it, however-
The strong aren't made in a vacuum. Pain tolerance isn't innate. It's all gained through a life lived. The weak won't become strong if they're saved. They'll simply rot. Or so I imagine.
[Another faint, mirthless laugh - smile plastered with a thousand little threads trying each piece of him up.
He hates this fucking place.]
What I'm saying is quite dark, isn't it? Not to be rude, but perhaps your unique mindset is rubbing off on me.
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Nothing. There's nothing. There's nothing.
Time stopped
So does Akechi. One single attack is fucking nothing. Almighty alignment. Not a weakness - just damage. He takes it.
But that's a problem. She's a problem. Her playground, her goddamn rules, but Akechi's never been one to sit compliant in a false world.
Voice tense, nerves grated, smile ever fucking present on his face as he assess what to do here.]
What a trick - you really are full of surprises at every turn. I underestimated you.
Nothing. There's nothing. There's nothing.
Time stopped
With two dangling feet over a tipped chair.
Time stoppedWith the drip, drip, drip of coagulated red on a battered steel table.
Time stoppedWith Maruki's breath crushed with each slam of his hand and-
Time stoppedWith a pair of eyes meeting under a looming, all consuming light meant to stop everything and-
Time stops now. Stopped. A blast of almighty not harming Robin Hood in the goddamn slightest - Akechi is injured by the explosion. His will doesn't relent. Doesn't falter. Doesn't fall back. Robin Hood remains standing andSo does Akechi. One single attack is fucking nothing. Almighty alignment. Not a weakness - just damage. He takes it.
But that's a problem. She's a problem. Her playground, her goddamn rules, but Akechi's never been one to sit compliant in a false world.
Voice tense, nerves grated, smile ever fucking present on his face as he assess what to do here.]
What a trick - you really are full of surprises at every turn. I underestimated you.
[ Dazai brings his hand up and rubs his chin, canting his head when told that he has a unique mindset. It's nothing that he hasn't heard before, but normally it's not for something so mild.
After several seconds he lifts his hands up and shrugs, deciding to give an honest answer. ]
There are thousands of ways to live, but none that will allow you to remain as such. The Sword of Damocles hangs over your head and can drop at any moment; yet, you never know precisely when it will... That's why humans live their entire lives both fearful and fixated on it.
[ It's everywhere. It's in their religious texts. It's in their stories. It's in their imagination. It's what makes torture so effective: It's not the pain, it's how the imagination runs wild with what's to come.
Dazai was born without a fear of death, so he's been able to live relatively freely by comparison. It allowed him to thrive in the mafia, it let him grin when someone would point out the new bandages on his body. Bandages which now permanently cover much of him.
It was only when he started allowing others into his world that it started to hurt. ]
There is no escaping death. You know that. You feel the Grim Reaper's blade scythe that is pressed to your neck now. We all do.
[ It sounds dark, but he doesn't think of it as such. His smile does drop briefly though, transforming into something more neutral. He doesn't fear death, so he can speak on this topic in an manner that's at once appropriately serious, a bit too casual, and entirely without judgment.
His eyes reflect that same sentiment; his gaze is serious, piercing, with just a hint of frigidity, and yet it's also distant and unconcerned, as though the entire affair has nothing to do with him.
But it's pointless to point those things out on their own. Rather, it's simply context for what he says next - ]
So, you don't wish to ask if people deserve to live... The question is instead becomes: "Why shouldn't I be allowed to kill people? Why should I feel concern myself with the death of others?"
You wish to ask questions like that, but you're afraid to.
[ But "life" is far less frightening than "death." The original question is nothing more than a sanitized version. But that doesn't erase them. They're there, along with the answers, kept away in a person's mind where they're safe from prying eyes. ]
After several seconds he lifts his hands up and shrugs, deciding to give an honest answer. ]
There are thousands of ways to live, but none that will allow you to remain as such. The Sword of Damocles hangs over your head and can drop at any moment; yet, you never know precisely when it will... That's why humans live their entire lives both fearful and fixated on it.
[ It's everywhere. It's in their religious texts. It's in their stories. It's in their imagination. It's what makes torture so effective: It's not the pain, it's how the imagination runs wild with what's to come.
Dazai was born without a fear of death, so he's been able to live relatively freely by comparison. It allowed him to thrive in the mafia, it let him grin when someone would point out the new bandages on his body. Bandages which now permanently cover much of him.
It was only when he started allowing others into his world that it started to hurt. ]
There is no escaping death. You know that. You feel the Grim Reaper's blade scythe that is pressed to your neck now. We all do.
[ It sounds dark, but he doesn't think of it as such. His smile does drop briefly though, transforming into something more neutral. He doesn't fear death, so he can speak on this topic in an manner that's at once appropriately serious, a bit too casual, and entirely without judgment.
His eyes reflect that same sentiment; his gaze is serious, piercing, with just a hint of frigidity, and yet it's also distant and unconcerned, as though the entire affair has nothing to do with him.
But it's pointless to point those things out on their own. Rather, it's simply context for what he says next - ]
So, you don't wish to ask if people deserve to live... The question is instead becomes: "Why shouldn't I be allowed to kill people? Why should I feel concern myself with the death of others?"
You wish to ask questions like that, but you're afraid to.
[ But "life" is far less frightening than "death." The original question is nothing more than a sanitized version. But that doesn't erase them. They're there, along with the answers, kept away in a person's mind where they're safe from prying eyes. ]
[The man
Akechi doesn't blink - this man isn't normal. Rational. Logical. Philosophical. Interesting.
He doesn't like it. The questions prod a deeper intent, show more of the speaker than he ever thought would come out of this conversation.
'Why shouldn't I be allowed to kill people?'
[He doesn't blink - can't. It feels like a loss if he does.]
But you bring up an interesting thought - obviously, lives aren't for others to take and you can't become personally invested in every loss. The grief would be overwhelming.
[Not really. Words turns into a numbing agent in his throat - he keeps talking anyway.]
But that changes little about the previous topic - strength is gained through charging forward through that blade, even if it slices you up. You don't stop.
[A man bandaged all over should understand that.]
Those who stop will be consumed by it and while I'm sympathetic, it is their fault. Not to be harsh, of course. Some people have those who will pull them through regardless. Often that luxury isn't afforded.
talks.
Speaks in a neutral tone, soft voice, confident edge. Death. Fear. Fixation. A sword hanging over everyone's head - some closer to the blade than others. Some bringing the edge to their neck with willful intent and slicing their own throat for a greater purpose.Akechi doesn't blink - this man isn't normal. Rational. Logical. Philosophical. Interesting.
He doesn't like it. The questions prod a deeper intent, show more of the speaker than he ever thought would come out of this conversation.
'Why shouldn't I be allowed to kill people?'
He can. Does. Chosen to do so and-
'Why should I feel concern myself with the death of others?'They're ants. Pathetic, rotten and grotesque - everyone is the fucking same.]
Please don't misunderstand - I'm not afraid of asking such questions. As a detective, those matters are often thought about in order to get into the mind of murderers and criminals. You know that as well I as do, I assume. Motive, meaning and finding reason in the seemingly unreasonable and senseless actions of those around us.[He doesn't blink - can't. It feels like a loss if he does.]
But you bring up an interesting thought - obviously, lives aren't for others to take and you can't become personally invested in every loss. The grief would be overwhelming.
[Not really. Words turns into a numbing agent in his throat - he keeps talking anyway.]
But that changes little about the previous topic - strength is gained through charging forward through that blade, even if it slices you up. You don't stop.
[A man bandaged all over should understand that.]
Those who stop will be consumed by it and while I'm sympathetic, it is their fault. Not to be harsh, of course. Some people have those who will pull them through regardless. Often that luxury isn't afforded.
[ Dazai taps his chin several times before finally responding. ]
Before I say anything else, let me ask you... Do you think I'm a strong person, or do you think I'm a weak one? I'm a human. I am a detective. I am an ability user, but my ability gives me no advantage over the average person. I save the weak and protect the orphaned.
But most importantly, I want to die.
[ He lifts one hand in a vague gesture. There's not even a hint of dishonesty to anything Dazai says, because on most days he has no particular reason to lie to others. He has even less reason today, when he's found out that even if he can, he can't. ]
Now then, do you believe I'm a strong person, or a weak one? Do you believe that you could kill me? We've only just met, but those in our field can go off limited information.
[ Akechi's views are quite well defined too, speaking volumes of who and how he must be. He must have an idea of how easily he could slash, slice, rend, and stab in a more literal sense. ]
Before I say anything else, let me ask you... Do you think I'm a strong person, or do you think I'm a weak one? I'm a human. I am a detective. I am an ability user, but my ability gives me no advantage over the average person. I save the weak and protect the orphaned.
But most importantly, I want to die.
[ He lifts one hand in a vague gesture. There's not even a hint of dishonesty to anything Dazai says, because on most days he has no particular reason to lie to others. He has even less reason today, when he's found out that even if he can, he can't. ]
Now then, do you believe I'm a strong person, or a weak one? Do you believe that you could kill me? We've only just met, but those in our field can go off limited information.
[ Akechi's views are quite well defined too, speaking volumes of who and how he must be. He must have an idea of how easily he could slash, slice, rend, and stab in a more literal sense. ]
Edited (hit send too early) 2024-08-23 21:03 (UTC)
That is only a fraction of what I am capable of, it is just unfortunate that Vaeros saw me as a genuine problem and nerfed me.
[ A pause, short, silent - a smile. ]
That said, for whatever reason, it looks like the fourth reality is bending some rules ~ ~ !!! Ohaiyoooooo ~ ☆! [ A sudden moment as she gives a peace sign up to the skies above - who the hell is she talking to? ] Letting me do more here than I am capable of otherwise - interesting. Budgets aren't everything, are they? Then again, there is a rumor that every cross-over someone has with you, they are doomed to go out of business - So BB-chan needs to be careful with you - okay ~ ♡? Or we will really, have some hard discussions about budget cutting!
[ BB then claps her hands together, and the world around them begins to shift around - Welcome to Imaginary number space(Do not bother comphrending it lmao). It's ugly, it's black, and the white marble floor beneath them could use some texture. The red cubes dancing around them make the scenery unordinary, and digitalized in some way. The feel of the area is heavy, like a pressure that is constant on your body - as if you were deep underwater.
Usually, in order to enter into this area you need to have something pining you to the reality you belong to, verifying your existence. Meaning, the more you are in here, the less truly alive you are in the reality you came from. You have quite literally, been cut out of reality - you do not exist in the other reality - they are no longer there. Maruki will effectively see his phone go out - if he has that app at this point. However, between the magic of Vaeros and how magic laws work against each other in Fate - a genuine thing. The only reality they can ever return back to is wherever Visium is, and in the town of Sominus.
If Akechi is able to use one of his "servants" which is attached to him and suffices as a true part of himself. Akechi will be able to force his way out of here if he wants to. The process would have to work in a way where either Loki or Robin, finds the same reality and plane that Visium is from. Once there, that "Servant" can repin Akechi back, and pull him out of Imaginary Space.
That is, if either of them, can find Visium through the cracks of this reality he is now in.
Otherwise, he is stuck there, with BB, to do whatever she wants.
Repeat a battle 500 times?
He can't die, but she can decide whatever previous reality they had been within effectively gets destroyed and makes it as if it had never existed in the first place. So for all Akechi knows at this point, she has had 500 battles with him or maybe just 2 - whatever you want.
She smiles. ]
Ne, ne Akechi-san? Do you know what it's like to fall in love?
[ A sudden change in topic, as she spins around on her heel. Backing away from him letting the scythe in her hand follow along her movements. They both whirl around rather cryptically, it's all so odd and ominous - what does she even want from him at this point other than to toy and have fun? Other than to enjoy things and understand what it is magic is in other realms unlike her own. She stops suddenly, giving him a look, waiting for an answer. ]
[ A pause, short, silent - a smile. ]
That said, for whatever reason, it looks like the fourth reality is bending some rules ~ ~ !!! Ohaiyoooooo ~ ☆! [ A sudden moment as she gives a peace sign up to the skies above - who the hell is she talking to? ] Letting me do more here than I am capable of otherwise - interesting. Budgets aren't everything, are they? Then again, there is a rumor that every cross-over someone has with you, they are doomed to go out of business - So BB-chan needs to be careful with you - okay ~ ♡? Or we will really, have some hard discussions about budget cutting!
[ BB then claps her hands together, and the world around them begins to shift around - Welcome to Imaginary number space
Usually, in order to enter into this area you need to have something pining you to the reality you belong to, verifying your existence. Meaning, the more you are in here, the less truly alive you are in the reality you came from. You have quite literally, been cut out of reality - you do not exist in the other reality - they are no longer there. Maruki will effectively see his phone go out - if he has that app at this point. However, between the magic of Vaeros and how magic laws work against each other in Fate - a genuine thing. The only reality they can ever return back to is wherever Visium is, and in the town of Sominus.
If Akechi is able to use one of his "servants" which is attached to him and suffices as a true part of himself. Akechi will be able to force his way out of here if he wants to. The process would have to work in a way where either Loki or Robin, finds the same reality and plane that Visium is from. Once there, that "Servant" can repin Akechi back, and pull him out of Imaginary Space.
That is, if either of them, can find Visium through the cracks of this reality he is now in.
Otherwise, he is stuck there, with BB, to do whatever she wants.
Repeat a battle 500 times?
He can't die, but she can decide whatever previous reality they had been within effectively gets destroyed and makes it as if it had never existed in the first place. So for all Akechi knows at this point, she has had 500 battles with him or maybe just 2 - whatever you want.
She smiles. ]
[ A sudden change in topic, as she spins around on her heel. Backing away from him letting the scythe in her hand follow along her movements. They both whirl around rather cryptically, it's all so odd and ominous - what does she even want from him at this point other than to toy and have fun? Other than to enjoy things and understand what it is magic is in other realms unlike her own. She stops suddenly, giving him a look, waiting for an answer. ]
[ Hey.
Hey.
What the FUCK the Akechi doin??????????????????? ]
Where are you?
Hey.
What the FUCK the Akechi doin??????????????????? ]
Where are you?
Edited 2024-08-24 02:42 (UTC)
[The world is new new new.
It's not Mementos. Not where they were before. It's a vast emptiness that mimics
It's empty - it's free. They've fought, and fought, and fought and he's free.
Humanity's 'helper'. Humanity's power. Humanity's god consuming entity that became an entity beyond all. He feels it, and doesn't. Battle after battle - they happened, and didn't. It's laughable, so he does. Runs his fingers through his hair, and tightens.
Love?
`Do you know what it's like to fall in love?`]
What a stupid goddamn question.
[A prince shattered - rebuilt, retaped, rethreaded around the wavering edges of his psyche. Robin Hood blooming, Loki humming at the edge of his heart to rip this world in two. A world destroyer. A world crusher. Justice.
He seeks Justice.
It's baffling. A wild unfamiliarity that his heart enjoys above all. He hates this goddamn place. Wants to watch it fall into ribboned shreds all around them. Tie it back up. Do it again-
And again.
And again.]
I didn't take you as a warden too. When do you plan to let me out? I'm not content to be put in a cage.
It's not Mementos. Not where they were before. It's a vast emptiness that mimics
an ornate office, decorated to perfection, a powerful man's megalomania and pride a pressure in its own right.
Stifling. Suffocating. It wasn't old smoke and expensive wine that choked his throat. It was power then.
It's empty - it's free. They've fought, and fought, and fought and he's free.
Humanity's 'helper'. Humanity's power. Humanity's god consuming entity that became an entity beyond all. He feels it, and doesn't. Battle after battle - they happened, and didn't. It's laughable, so he does. Runs his fingers through his hair, and tightens.
Love?
What a stupid goddamn question.
[A prince shattered - rebuilt, retaped, rethreaded around the wavering edges of his psyche. Robin Hood blooming, Loki humming at the edge of his heart to rip this world in two. A world destroyer. A world crusher. Justice.
He seeks Justice.
Retribution. Revenge. Freedom.
The darkness is consuming, and isn't. Flecks of red in the corners of his vision - Mementos, and not. Somewhere else - he likes it. They fight again, probably. He loses. And again, probably. And he loses. And again, probably, and he loses.It's baffling. A wild unfamiliarity that his heart enjoys above all. He hates this goddamn place. Wants to watch it fall into ribboned shreds all around them. Tie it back up. Do it again-
And again.
And again.]
I didn't take you as a warden too. When do you plan to let me out? I'm not content to be put in a cage.
[Liberating.]
Strange. Indescribable. Putting either place into words wouldn't accurately paint a picture. Not to mention the manipulation of darkness, or shadows, prior. I'm unclear what she did with that.
It felt like the collective unconcious, to an extent. It wasn't.
Your earlier assessment was correct - she is remarkably useful.
Strange. Indescribable. Putting either place into words wouldn't accurately paint a picture. Not to mention the manipulation of darkness, or shadows, prior. I'm unclear what she did with that.
It felt like the collective unconcious, to an extent. It wasn't.
Your earlier assessment was correct - she is remarkably useful.
Correct. The first felt like a distortion, though it may very well have been another plane. The second one -
That was an entirely different. I have little to provide you in the way of information. Time and reality felt unattached. Things happened, and they didn't, or so I think.
I'll confer with BB about it another time.
That was an entirely different. I have little to provide you in the way of information. Time and reality felt unattached. Things happened, and they didn't, or so I think.
I'll confer with BB about it another time.
She must have had a lot of fun playing with you. I only experienced the first place. Then again, I refused to fight her, so maybe that's why.
[ HE WANTS TO SEE THE NON-REALITY? HELLO??? LET HIM IN?????? SHOW IT TO ME RACHELLLLL ]
Are you hurt at all?
[ HE WANTS TO SEE THE NON-REALITY? HELLO??? LET HIM IN?????? SHOW IT TO ME RACHELLLLL ]
Are you hurt at all?
Wow, she and the Tentacle of Healing should talk about it sometime. Good to know, thank you.
To answer your earlier question, your location disappeared. It didn't go inactive like you switched off your phone, it fully disappeared. You can see why I worried.
To answer your earlier question, your location disappeared. It didn't go inactive like you switched off your phone, it fully disappeared. You can see why I worried.
[It's a trap - a nonsensical one. No one in their right mind would ask that of someone they met ten minutes ago. It's on Akechi for being lured in by honey coated words about death - a venus flytrap, an iron maiden, a hypothetical posed like a noose he's supposed to walk into.
How stupid does this man think he is?
An act - a false disgust crossing his face, before he moves into feigned thought over the question. As if it truly bothers him to think of such things.
A hand tucked under his chin, eyes to the ground below him - fake unease, compliance. A true answer forced down - he could kill this man in a heartbeat. Strong, or weak, Akechi wouldn't hesitate.]
That's a difficult question. As for my assessment of your strength -
[A senior detective asking a junior a question. He's honest, and not.]
I can't say. You speak of an ability, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it at your disposal. That's irrelevant. I'll reassess when you regain. However, it's less about physical skill and more about willpower and resolve. A powerful will can destroy nations, an iron tight resolve can achieve greatness. If your desire to die can best the will and resolve of those who want you to stop, well-
[Look up - watch him. Wait and see. Look for the trap.]
Then I suppose I would consider you strong. You'll have to forgive me - I am a junior detective, after all. I need more information to glean an appropriate answer. Perhaps when I get to your level, I'll be able to offer an instant response with complete confidence.
[A beat - he shifts his weight to the other leg. Lets both hands rest on his abdomen, one folded over the other.
He wants to rip this man apart, piece by piece. Limb by limb. ]
I have no desire to kill you, of course. It goes against my sense of duty and justice to even consider the thought. My apologies if you find that disappointing.
How stupid does this man think he is?
An act - a false disgust crossing his face, before he moves into feigned thought over the question. As if it truly bothers him to think of such things.
A hand tucked under his chin, eyes to the ground below him - fake unease, compliance. A true answer forced down - he could kill this man in a heartbeat. Strong, or weak, Akechi wouldn't hesitate.]
That's a difficult question. As for my assessment of your strength -
[A senior detective asking a junior a question. He's honest, and not.]
I can't say. You speak of an ability, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it at your disposal. That's irrelevant. I'll reassess when you regain. However, it's less about physical skill and more about willpower and resolve. A powerful will can destroy nations, an iron tight resolve can achieve greatness. If your desire to die can best the will and resolve of those who want you to stop, well-
[Look up - watch him. Wait and see. Look for the trap.]
Then I suppose I would consider you strong. You'll have to forgive me - I am a junior detective, after all. I need more information to glean an appropriate answer. Perhaps when I get to your level, I'll be able to offer an instant response with complete confidence.
[A beat - he shifts his weight to the other leg. Lets both hands rest on his abdomen, one folded over the other.
He wants to rip this man apart, piece by piece. Limb by limb. ]
I have no desire to kill you, of course. It goes against my sense of duty and justice to even consider the thought. My apologies if you find that disappointing.
[Telling him not to worry about shit like that is so pointless, he doesn't even bring it up.]
It's fascinating. In a world where we're trapped in a town, unable to go beyond barriers inflicted against us, she managed to escape entirely. Leave this reality behind and bring someone with her.
I have to wonder why Vaeros would contract with her - give her those powers back and not expect an attempt at his metaphorical throne, so to speak.
It's fascinating. In a world where we're trapped in a town, unable to go beyond barriers inflicted against us, she managed to escape entirely. Leave this reality behind and bring someone with her.
I have to wonder why Vaeros would contract with her - give her those powers back and not expect an attempt at his metaphorical throne, so to speak.
[ Good. Give up. Accept it. ]
From what I understand, it's less that she's able to leave this reality and more that she's able to access a different layer of it. It does call to mind the possibility of us being able to do the same, eventually.
But I had the same thought. Either the powers that be are incredibly stupid, or there's a catch she hasn't encountered yet. Potentially a catastrophic one, given the scope of her power. I suppose we'll find out.
From what I understand, it's less that she's able to leave this reality and more that she's able to access a different layer of it. It does call to mind the possibility of us being able to do the same, eventually.
But I had the same thought. Either the powers that be are incredibly stupid, or there's a catch she hasn't encountered yet. Potentially a catastrophic one, given the scope of her power. I suppose we'll find out.
It's unfair question... You see, however strong or weak I may be, you simply cannot kill me. The reason for that is simple... If somebody tries...
[ He draws small circles in the air with his index finger, the cants his head and brings it up to his lips. ]
I have a prince charming who will swoop in and save me at just the right moment~
[ The delivery is dramatic, comical, lighthearted, and the assertion is dead serious. But it's not at all. Dazai doesn't have a prince charming, and for that matter he's the exact opposite of a delicate and fair maiden, but he does have a man who he can work in tandem with; a partner. That's far more useful. ]
[ He draws small circles in the air with his index finger, the cants his head and brings it up to his lips. ]
I have a prince charming who will swoop in and save me at just the right moment~
[ The delivery is dramatic, comical, lighthearted, and the assertion is dead serious. But it's not at all. Dazai doesn't have a prince charming, and for that matter he's the exact opposite of a delicate and fair maiden, but he does have a man who he can work in tandem with; a partner. That's far more useful. ]
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