The identity crises of a human turned monster is irrelevant to anything else in his life - kill Shido, get out Somnius and kill Shido, give that man a fate worse than death. A misery inflicted against his mind, body and soul. Destroy that megalomaniac's image in front of the whole world and kill Shido and-
But there's
a desire to be wanted
to be needed
to belong.
Gut churning. Shattering. A whisper of a memory, a sensation akin to stabbing again and again and again - up his chest, through his heart, unwanted.
Izutsumi is unwanted in her world. Maybe in this one. He doesn't care to find out. She's a resource. Useful. That's all that matters.
It's all he cares about.
That's all.]
If I may say something before you end this topic entirely.
If you're already defying the world with your presence alone, then what does it matter if it's big or small? You will never feel content with your place in it.
When you drag yourself from rot, you deserve a place among kings more so than the princes born there.
In simpler terms - if you are unique, special and don't fit what exists, then carve out your place. You have to. You don't have the luxury of trying to fit where no one wants you, so you need to change your perception of what it means to belong.
[Destroy, kill and never stop until you do.]
You deserve a place in the world because you fight to be in it. You will likely always have to.
But because of that, you are afforded a particular kind of freedom. You may not have a place to belong, but neither are you tied down where you don't want to be.
You're no longer in a cage. You're free in all ways, even from society itself.
And isn't that more appealing than trying to fit yourself back into a box you fought so hard to escape?
Unfortunately, yes. The months prior have conditioned me to accept what happens and adapt accordingly. Though it was difficult at first, I admit - my reality is quite calm comparatively.
[If he thinks of demolishing that castle and killing all inside, he feels better. It's fine. All gucci. #NormalBoyThings.]
While I hope you aren't trapped here much longer, if you are, you will get used to this nonsense as well.
[ carve out your place. she chewed the lead. she ran from every cage, biting and scratching her captors every time they dragged her back. she has even beaten the magic collar that would have ensured her death. the others helped, but it was her drive, her motivation that pushed her forward.
having a free spirit can mean limiting your freedom, senshi said. not everything turns out the way you want, chilchuck said. and yet, none of that had really prepared her for this place, for the future. the nebulous big future that she can't make sense of. the wide ocean stretching out before her.
what does she want to do? how can she keep doing the things she wants? and will the world allow that?
or will the world come for her, like laios said. eat or be eaten. natural and unnatural. ]
ill always be free.
but that space is always going to be empty isnt it.
[It's the truth of the matter - spoken from a monster, a woman, a person all her own. Blunt. Free.
All the carving, ripping, destroying, all consuming anger, plans of revenge and a life spent living to be wanted -
It will always be empty. They can do what they can.
They will always be alone - that is a simple fact.
A prince would console her. Claim that to be false. Hide the truth under a false veneer of sincerity and lies, but-
Why bother, with her, when she understands fully what it means to have no place in the world.]
Always, but that isn't a bad thing.
Being alone is also freedom. Unbound by bonds and chains weighing you down.
[It's the opposite of the lie he stated to her over a shared meal all those months ago.]
Izutsumi, I'm confident you will carve a place for yourself and that you have the resolve to see your life through. Whatever you decide, whatever path you walk - it is your own, always, and you only need to accept the consequences of any decision made.
You will succeed because you are strong. That's all there is to it. You've defied impossible odds and will continue to do so. That I am certain of.
[Revenge. A man's head. A life shattered and ripped to ruins like the one destroyed all those years ago. Worse than. More than. He will make sure Shido pays for her death.]
If I may be honest for a moment -
[Words typed. Backspaced. Deleted and rewritten. He doesn't need to share any sort of truth with her. It's all irrelevant and-]
There is a goal I am working towards. I need to achieve it over all else - over freedom, people, places or any other object you can imagine.
My choice is likely different than yours, given our previous discussions. Neither is wrong. It's about our perception of value and what's worth giving up to get it.
Doesn't this seem worse than average, though? At least going by what people have described to me before. The crystal is damaged, the labyrinth and the castle are gone, and it's like... reality itself is starting to fall apart.
[It's actually more like a dungeon collapsing, like Mithrun and the Canaries described.]
I guess I'm just worried everyone's gotten too used to this place.
[His attention had deviated to something off screen, for a moment and-
That comment makes it shift back.
Compliance is a disease and the majority of people are infected. It's an uphill battle to fight against. People are content, and try to thrive instead of fight.
He keeps his smile steady, tone neutral and pleasant.]
Yes, I do agree with you. The world is becoming erratic and broken. Even time itself is distorting to a large degree and dragging us with it.
People accept it, and move on with their lives after every event. Continue as is nothing happened, much like the creatures under this reality's heel. It's baffling.
[He's so mad! Actually! ]
It almost makes you wonder if some captives are working with him. Wouldn't that be interesting?
[A beat, he moves something off screen and-]
Or perhaps it's as simple as this reality being unable to handle this many intruders, and we'll be ejected into another one.
I wondered that, too, but it's not like I have any proof.
[That people are working Vaeros, that is. Certainly, compliance is a kind of passive cooperation all of its own, if nothing else, and it makes him anxious.]
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, anyway. And for helping me out when we were kids. [If Akechi remembers it! He appreciates people who were kind to him then all the same.]
Ah. What an intense gaze you are giving BB. [ A prompted pause as her own eyes glance down at the fervent gaze Akechi gives unto her. Daring, the sort of look he gives is something any God would hate to see. She is most certain that Zeus himself would find himself irritated, or be disgusted, or Aphrodite herself would try to kill him where he stood. However, for BB, it made her skin crawl and sent a definite feeling down the back of her spine. As if each mother goddess within her couldn't look away from the blatant display of the Will of Life. Determination. In the form of hate.
Dashing along and maneuvering around every constructed familiar she placed on the battlefield - Akechi moves with ease. Nothing she is surprised over, knowing his battling techniques within each reality she has oppressed from existence, thus far. Yet each tentacle instructed to pulverize him continues to try to do so. She is there, watching from above, amused by the anger that bubbles from his chest. It is almost as if he is used to these movements, almost as if he is aware of how to deftly dodge every tenuous tentacle thrown at him. ANNOYING! It is an interesting fact that never escapes her. Yet, she persists in the same manner regardless.
BB is at least entertained, has been in every other battle therein, and unfortunately by this point - is only growing ever impatient because she does want to see him suffer.
And he isn't.
Though she supposes, as a human, giving in to your own heeding anger and feeding that of which is dark within - isn't exactly far off from suffering.
However, it's his gaze - the roaring rage of a human refusing to back down, and rearing to bear arms against all living existence itself. Against the essence that is her, but even worse now as the call of chaos shrouds Akechi with this sickening fury that BB herself can't help, but shift herself around watching him cackle and lose all sense of humanity - ]
How ugly, [ A smirk, though, there is a sad detached look in her eyes. Coming from an entity looking physically down at someone from above, due to the abrasiveness now made by his actions. It isn't a sight of someone pitying another, merely a sad look of perplexity.
Far more fucked up than Dabi this one is, she thinks, far more gone from the world than Maruki was, she muses.
The picture becomes painted by every reality she's denied thus far. A decrepit young man, BB's plucking him from reality was no less a truth that already had been made into existence. So far gone from it he was, reality. That it almost seemed a blessing in disguise for her to have done that.... Wondering perhaps, if that is why That one - Maruki, is so attached to him.
So helpless, so gone? Are they two peas in a pod?
Humans are delectable things to her.
BB moves onto her elbows and her hands and fingers begin to encircle around into a shape. As if she were holding a round object, but she was not. BB squeezes it, and the realm around them begins to change, a sort of pressurized feeling of going deeper into the water. Everything around them is heavy, everything around them is shifting and conforming around to this point. Akechi and Loki are being dragged into this point because the realm around them is effectively being pulled in by gravity or more accurately, gravity itself is altering by her whim. This is imaginary Number Space, and she controls it fully.
Or reject this reality fully - - - or maybe... Maybe just eat him.
Either or, he needs to leave now or she will do the unthinkable. Restart him over again, then just eat him without question.
She will eat him, she will eat him. She will eat him. She will eat him.
Yet the him she is thinking about at this moment in question - is Loki here, and her eyes do not leave from its figure. It is a rare sight after all, for Loki to have come out the way he had.
What will happen - she wonders.
What will happen if he is gone?
Pulling him forward, she alters the realm and the gravity within, a hard tug dragging him closer to her, and if she can she will grip Loki tightly to swallow him whole. ]
You better figure out how to exit this reality, or, you will never leave, me.
[ A threat laid out, one she won't commit to because she herself cannot kill humans - she herself cannot kill humans - but oh, how even now she is finding a way around this subset rule. ]
I did. A while ago. It was disguised as a pen, and it broke easily. Disintegrated, almost.
I found another shortly thereafter, then nothing. Until today, when I was finishing cleaning up the office after the bloodbath. It was better hidden than the other two. I don't know how long it's been there.
I appreciate the offer, but I don't intend for this issue to continue any longer.
A god, a girl, a meaningless nobodystaring, staring, staring with intent, with purpose, with meaning and playful maliciousness that's for him to dole out. Not her.
Not her.
Not her.
Hates her. He hates her. Can't stand her. Wants her blood to drown out this reality and the next-
Sink yachts crossing over drowning buildings, siege a ship meant for a man turned deity. She's fucking with him. He'll make her pay.
Make her pay.
He'll make her pay
Pay for everything piece by piece.
She's something else. Gravity. Escape. A world drowning him in pressure, in air, there's too much to breathe in, nothing exhales, even with every laugh. Especially with every laugh. Every breathless, erratic motion. Still pointed, still targeted, still precise in every movement. He slices, rips, shreds whatever comes near him - doesn't care if he's hit. He gets up again, and again, and again, and again and-
He will kill it. Her. Everything - every tendril, every finger, one eye and then the other. Smash it under his heel - watch it dissipate in blood
in smoke
In drip, drip, drips against tarnished steel table.]
Shut up, shut up, shut up! All you goddamn babbling is pissing me off!
[Kill her.
'figure out how to exit'
He'll kill her.
Escape Escape.'you will never leave'
How can he escape?
He can't escape.
He can never escape.
There's no choice to escape. Bound. Chained. Caged and-
The world is churning - the world is moving - the world is unchained. Unbound.
Free.
And he doesn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't give a goddamn shit about anything - wild, erratic laughter falls easy from his lips, the world is swallowing him. He doesn't care - he never cares - why would he care about an unjust life ended in a void and-
He'll escape. He'll kill Shido. He'll escape and rip apart reality and he'll escape and ruin a world and he'll escape a raze a man to the ground until thick red foam bubbles at his lips while Akechi smashes and smashes and smashes until nothing remains and-
He attacks everything - Riot Gun, Laevateinn and Eigaon in rapid succession - Loki thriving. Delight blooming. A frenzy spreading through his veins like a white hot fire - he doesn't care. He aims for BB, for the not so stable walls of this world, stabs a knife into a tentacle to ground himself fully in this shit place.
He hates her.
He hates her.
Can't stand her.
Stamina draining - doesn't matter. He's strong.
So strong.
Powerful. Powerful. Powerful.]
You're nothing! I'll kill you - I'll massacre you! You won't trap me in this goddamn shit!
[Eyn Sof is a sacred place to a man who protects secrets spilled and petty complaints given with it. Those four walls are noose - one he willingly wears. It doesn't surprise him the reaction is this serious.]
I see.
What do you intend to do? You aren't the type to dole out judgement based on speculation, unless Azathoth has a power to discern the ownership of items. Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised at this point.
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