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[Akechi never hesitates. Never. Not when signing up to kill, not from giving up his soul. None of it.
He does now. Settles one hand against the top of her head, the overt affection so foreign and weird that it's only pressure against her skull as he tries to figure out WHAT TO DO.
But they're 'friends' - she's requesting this. Stormed into his room for this. She doesn't do this.]
You'll have to forgive me. I'm not used to touching others in this manner.
[But he does AS REQUESTED - scratches her little cat ears with a light touch. Is it??? okay???? HELP.]
Maruki-san may be better suited for this task.
He does now. Settles one hand against the top of her head, the overt affection so foreign and weird that it's only pressure against her skull as he tries to figure out WHAT TO DO.
But they're 'friends' - she's requesting this. Stormed into his room for this. She doesn't do this.]
You'll have to forgive me. I'm not used to touching others in this manner.
[But he does AS REQUESTED - scratches her little cat ears with a light touch. Is it??? okay???? HELP.]
Maruki-san may be better suited for this task.
I didn't ask Maruki, I asked you.
[ she just closes her eyes, leaning into the touch. the purr builds in her chest as she relaxes, inch by inch. ]
[ she just closes her eyes, leaning into the touch. the purr builds in her chest as she relaxes, inch by inch. ]
[Of course he promises.
It doesn't matter. A choice made years ago.
Akechi hates Izutsumi - more than ever. 'Promise?' Like it's relevant. Like it matters. Whether he's chained or not, lives or not, dies or not-
He made his choice. Would make them all over again. Would bind steel around his neck until it cut through his throat if it meant that man's death.
It's fine. It's irrelevant. He's fine and nothing matters. Fine, and all is according to plan. Fine, and a future one world away is bright, so bright. Vengeance and wrath unleashed on the one who deserves it most in the world and he'll be fine. ]
I promise.
Who gives a shit. Who cares.
Everything is meaningless drivel in a false world and what does it matter if cages and chains bind him in both. Lying doesn't matter. Telling her false truths doesn't matter. Giving the answer she wants to hear becauseThat's what a prince does. Should. Would.
Doesn't matter.So long ago.
Temporary binding isn't a lie - death a few choices away, a few slashes of a man's throat away, a cabal's grudge and power vacuum taking out the rot Shido fed and brought into existence.Akechi hates Izutsumi - more than ever. 'Promise?' Like it's relevant. Like it matters. Whether he's chained or not, lives or not, dies or not-
He made his choice. Would make them all over again. Would bind steel around his neck until it cut through his throat if it meant that man's death.
It's fine. It's irrelevant. He's fine and nothing matters. Fine, and all is according to plan. Fine, and a future one world away is bright, so bright. Vengeance and wrath unleashed on the one who deserves it most in the world and he'll be fine. ]
I promise.
[SHE CAN PURR????
What is happening????
He continues to pet the top of her head, scratches behind her ears. A motion soothing.
Done to him, as a child, in this very castle after stumbling through-
Nothing. A memory ignored, as he complies with a simple request. Being gentle isn't in his nature, being comforting beyond it further. It seems to be working through, so he doesn't deviate.]
I'm making an assumption that you don't want to talk about what happened. However, if you wish, I'm currently a captive audience.
What is happening????
He continues to pet the top of her head, scratches behind her ears. A motion soothing.
Done to him, as a child, in this very castle after stumbling through-
Nothing. A memory ignored, as he complies with a simple request. Being gentle isn't in his nature, being comforting beyond it further. It seems to be working through, so he doesn't deviate.]
I'm making an assumption that you don't want to talk about what happened. However, if you wish, I'm currently a captive audience.
[ izutsumi grumbles from her spot, her words incoherent. she just wants to sit here and not think. it's very rare for her to even extend herself to someone else's touch.
but she's heartsore with it all. ]
—cille's gone.
but she's heartsore with it all. ]
—cille's gone.
[ It hurts.
The blade sinks in, and Maruki cries out – twists, digs, slices, and his voice goes so loud and broken that he chokes on it – stabs farther, wrenches him apart, flesh flayed from muscle flayed from bone, and there's so much blood soaked into the leg of his trousers, pooling in the grass between them, he feels hot tears stinging his eyes as he goes dizzy, can't even hear the noise he's making, a deep animal hurt ringing out through the trees.
His vision swims. The Tentacle of Healing regenerates, sways over him as he drops down to the knee of the uninjured leg, hands coming down to catch him as he starts to sprawl into the grass.
Akechi is right there, blade still dug into his leg, and he could pull it out at any moment, go for the chest next, kill him before Azathoth has time to react.
It's never a fair fight when they get down to this. He nearly died the last time.
They should stop.
They really need to stop.
He's knitting back together, but it's not without its own struggle, his stamina finally starting to flicker too much for a full heal. Maruki gasps as the blade wrenches free thanks to the help of some lesser tentacles, grips his leg, there's so much blood on his hands now, there's so much blood– ]
I'm not done with you.
[ Hissing, vicious, unrelenting.
A tentacle rises up from the ground, sharp and sudden, for Piercing Strike to hit him again and again and again as Maruki rolls and staggers away from him, back up onto unsteady feet. One thing's for certain: He won't stay down on the ground near Akechi, won't give him the opportunity to get the upper hand like last time. As tempting as it is to wrap a hand around his throat and slam him back down into the ground, that's a fight he won't win.
This is, though.
He will win.
He's forgotten that at one point, they really were training.
Amplify Force and the Tentacle of Protection's Shapeless Guard hit at once, his own strength building as he gears up to be able to pummel Akechi into nothing. ]
The blade sinks in, and Maruki cries out – twists, digs, slices, and his voice goes so loud and broken that he chokes on it – stabs farther, wrenches him apart, flesh flayed from muscle flayed from bone, and there's so much blood soaked into the leg of his trousers, pooling in the grass between them, he feels hot tears stinging his eyes as he goes dizzy, can't even hear the noise he's making, a deep animal hurt ringing out through the trees.
His vision swims. The Tentacle of Healing regenerates, sways over him as he drops down to the knee of the uninjured leg, hands coming down to catch him as he starts to sprawl into the grass.
Akechi is right there, blade still dug into his leg, and he could pull it out at any moment, go for the chest next, kill him before Azathoth has time to react.
It's never a fair fight when they get down to this. He nearly died the last time.
They should stop.
They won't stop.
He's knitting back together, but it's not without its own struggle, his stamina finally starting to flicker too much for a full heal. Maruki gasps as the blade wrenches free thanks to the help of some lesser tentacles, grips his leg, there's so much blood on his hands now, there's so much blood– ]
I'm not done with you.
[ Hissing, vicious, unrelenting.
A tentacle rises up from the ground, sharp and sudden, for Piercing Strike to hit him again and again and again as Maruki rolls and staggers away from him, back up onto unsteady feet. One thing's for certain: He won't stay down on the ground near Akechi, won't give him the opportunity to get the upper hand like last time. As tempting as it is to wrap a hand around his throat and slam him back down into the ground, that's a fight he won't win.
This is, though.
He will win.
He's forgotten that at one point, they really were training.
Amplify Force and the Tentacle of Protection's Shapeless Guard hit at once, his own strength building as he gears up to be able to pummel Akechi into nothing. ]
[It's a shame he doesn't remember, and brief disappointment registers on Kabru's face, almost like he was hoping he did. Undeterred, though, he smiles as he recalls--]
Well, if I'm remembering right, you told us to shout something for help that would summon some kind of legendary hero. What was it... [An extra drawn out pause. He might be milking this a little.]
Ah, that's right! 'Fly, Fly, Feather Condor!'
Well, if I'm remembering right, you told us to shout something for help that would summon some kind of legendary hero. What was it... [An extra drawn out pause. He might be milking this a little.]
Ah, that's right! 'Fly, Fly, Feather Condor!'
[It rings out - a reinvigorating cry, proof that an untouchable man isn't the golden idol he appears. Wet spots on his arm - a splatter, drip, soaking wet blood growing larger, and larger with each dig into Maruki's leg.
Akechi drags himself out from the rot - As always.
Pulled away from prey. Knife dislodged, still in his grip. Wrapped tight in his palm, wet with drying blood. One knee dislocated. Dragged. Keep going - he keeps going. He'll stop when he's dead and he's not dead life flowing through him with every pained noise and gasp from -
poundingslammingrippingshreeding
There's no stopping.
He's struck back down again-
and again
He got him. He'll get him. Injured and backed into a corner. Akechi's been stuck at the back of that cage his whole life.
Gets up again - again and again. Call of Chaos a force of adrenaline when his own supply has run dry and even that -
Is depleted. The rush of energy weak. A force propelling him up, barely, all his weight on the good leg, he-
Slams the bad one against the ground. Force it back. Force it in. Piece himself back together, over and over, until that man is dead. Until Shido is dead.
He laughs - erratic and wild through pained exhales. Nothing snaps together. It doesn't work. Bile crawling up his throat, head light and free, but he isn't done.
One final Riot Gun - he has nothing left. It won't take down Maruki. It never does, but it distracts, it gives him seconds.
He only needs seconds.
onlysecondsonlyseconds seconds is all it takes to slit a throat and it's only seconds
Akechi shoots. Gun in hand. Gun at the ready. Gun pressed into his side for emergencies and-
He shoots. Aims for Maruki's chest and shoots - the kickback a kick forward. A stumble back to the ground. A piercing shot numbing to a buzzing head coated and twisting around static and wrath. High pitched. He can't hear - smells smoke and ash and the metallic tang of blood everywhere.]
You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so goddamn STUPID!
Akechi drags himself out from the rot -
Like always.
Pulled away from prey. Knife dislodged, still in his grip. Wrapped tight in his palm, wet with drying blood. One knee dislocated. Dragged. Keep going - he keeps going. He'll stop when he's dead and he's not dead life flowing through him with every pained noise and gasp from -
A man he hates with every fiber of his being
and himself, as he tries to keep weight off a too still leg. Nauseous. Sick. Head-Loki wanting more. Akechi wanting more.
He gets back up - as always.There's no stopping.
He's struck back down again-
And again.
With piercing strike. The bad leg buckles - so does he. Back to the ground, forced back up with crimson coated arms. Debilitate at the ready - no more stamina. Loki doesn't do it. No more stamina. It doesn't go through. No more stamina. Piercing Strike continues to pummel, Maruki moves away.He got him. He'll get him. Injured and backed into a corner. Akechi's been stuck at the back of that cage his whole life.
He'll kill him.
Prove a point.Gets up again - again and again. Call of Chaos a force of adrenaline when his own supply has run dry and even that -
Is depleted. The rush of energy weak. A force propelling him up, barely, all his weight on the good leg, he-
Slams the bad one against the ground. Force it back. Force it in. Piece himself back together, over and over, until that man is dead. Until Shido is dead.
He laughs - erratic and wild through pained exhales. Nothing snaps together. It doesn't work. Bile crawling up his throat, head light and free, but he isn't done.
One final Riot Gun - he has nothing left. It won't take down Maruki. It never does, but it distracts, it gives him seconds.
He only needs seconds.
To watch eyes bulge out of a skull
And only seconds to press a gun to a skull and watch fragments splinter with sticky viscous rot against wall, table, and-Akechi shoots. Gun in hand. Gun at the ready. Gun pressed into his side for emergencies and-
He shoots. Aims for Maruki's chest and shoots - the kickback a kick forward. A stumble back to the ground. A piercing shot numbing to a buzzing head coated and twisting around static and wrath. High pitched. He can't hear - smells smoke and ash and the metallic tang of blood everywhere.]
You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so goddamn STUPID!
[Gone is all he needs to hear. The name itself unfamiliar, even in the half stated word.
Someone's gone. Izutsumi misses them. That's the problem with getting close to others and the heartache that exists with a bond. Akechi has none, so he never hurts.]
I see.
[The pats continue - slow, and gentle. A mimicry of what he's experienced in recent weeks. Be nice. Be kind. Act princely, because it's expected.]
You're welcome to stay for as long as you wish today.
Someone's gone. Izutsumi misses them. That's the problem with getting close to others and the heartache that exists with a bond. Akechi has none, so he never hurts.]
I see.
[The pats continue - slow, and gentle. A mimicry of what he's experienced in recent weeks. Be nice. Be kind. Act princely, because it's expected.]
You're welcome to stay for as long as you wish today.
[ there's a discontented mraww sound. ]
It's stupid.
It's stupid.
[You're so dumb Where are you running to?
Where is running to? Where has he always run to? Always the same.
When he deviates. When things deviate. When people worm their way into his life and try to pressure him back, pressure him away, take him as one of their own into palaces where they ally with him, stand back to back without seeing the knife in his hand that
And when they stand by his side in a blood soaked yard, fight after fight.
I'm so sick of your high and mighty bullshit! Stop taunting me and shut up!
[And he attacks the cracks in reality - again and again and again. Every ability in his arsenal in rapid succession - the best he can. The most he can. Stamina draining - rapid and swift.
He can't beat her here.
Can't beat her in the true reality.
Can still press a gun to her head easier than he can fight gravity. There is better. There he can win. There he isn't trapped in a cage of her making, bars digging into his flesh as it crushes.]
Go to hell!
You don't get your way
Where is running to? Where has he always run to? Always the same.
Revenge is key. Revenge is the goal. Revenge a flickering bright light in the back of his skull.
Always there, always present, always pulling him back, back, back to where he's supposed to be when he deviates.When he deviates. When things deviate. When people worm their way into his life and try to pressure him back, pressure him away, take him as one of their own into palaces where they ally with him, stand back to back without seeing the knife in his hand that
stabs and stabs and stabs.
And when they stand by his side in a blood soaked yard, fight after fight.
over and over.
He wants to see her suffer. Loki wants to rip her apart. Akechi wants to smash her skull in. Every piece of her scattered across the realities she creates and destroys. ]I'm so sick of your high and mighty bullshit! Stop taunting me and shut up!
[And he attacks the cracks in reality - again and again and again. Every ability in his arsenal in rapid succession - the best he can. The most he can. Stamina draining - rapid and swift.
He can't beat her here.
Can't beat her in the true reality.
Can still press a gun to her head easier than he can fight gravity. There is better. There he can win. There he isn't trapped in a cage of her making, bars digging into his flesh as it crushes.]
Go to hell!
Yeah. It's not like we weren't going to be separated anyway.
So it's stupid.
So it's stupid.
[ Akechi's fading.
Debilitate falters, fails. Riot Gun barely glances off them before it fizzles out. He can hardly stand up straight, one leg at a sickening angle, holding himself together through sheer fury. The swirling vortex of Call of Chaos is dulled, its lifespan shortened. He's going fast. Maruki doesn't have to hold out much longer; one more good hit ought to do it, and he has that ready to go, and then they can call this off, be done with it, he can heal Akechi with the last of the energy that he has left and head back inside for the night.
A decent plan, a solid one. A plan not unlike one that would follow most other nights they've fought a little too hard.
Then the gun comes out.
There's no time. The shot fires even before Maruki's fully registered what's happening, dizzy from blood loss and pain. Akechi is too fast.
Azathoth is faster.
It all happens at once: The shot, the wall of tentacles rising up between them to tank the bullet, the boosted Raining Seeds striking down at Akechi as Maruki loses his balance and falls back onto the ground, breathing hard and panicked, hands wrapping around the blood pouring from his leg. ]
Shit–
[ Pain lances through every cell of his body, disjointed burning half-thoughts to get the gun away from Akechi as the mass of tentacles swarm him to do just that. Knock the gun away, the knife. Hold him down. Force him to break his limbs again and again to fight himself down to nothing.
Maruki staggers up to one knee. Watches. Feels faint, sickened. Feels crazed. Azathoth grows as something inside him builds. ]
If you kill me, Akechi, do you know what you'll have?
[ He stands fully then, shifting all of his weight onto his good leg, the Tentacle of Healing doing its level best. The words practically spit out of him, barbed and acidic. ]
You'll have nothing here. Nothing. There is no one who will put up with your shit the way I do. But that's what you want, isn't it? To be alone again?
[ Fuck it, have another Piercing Strike for good measure! ]
Too bad. I won't allow it. You're stuck with me, and it's exactly what you deserve.
[ Tyrant Chaos is ready on deck if he manages to make it out of all of that still psychotic and ready to kill! ]
Debilitate falters, fails. Riot Gun barely glances off them before it fizzles out. He can hardly stand up straight, one leg at a sickening angle, holding himself together through sheer fury. The swirling vortex of Call of Chaos is dulled, its lifespan shortened. He's going fast. Maruki doesn't have to hold out much longer; one more good hit ought to do it, and he has that ready to go, and then they can call this off, be done with it, he can heal Akechi with the last of the energy that he has left and head back inside for the night.
A decent plan, a solid one. A plan not unlike one that would follow most other nights they've fought a little too hard.
Then the gun comes out.
There's no time. The shot fires even before Maruki's fully registered what's happening, dizzy from blood loss and pain. Akechi is too fast.
Azathoth is faster.
It all happens at once: The shot, the wall of tentacles rising up between them to tank the bullet, the boosted Raining Seeds striking down at Akechi as Maruki loses his balance and falls back onto the ground, breathing hard and panicked, hands wrapping around the blood pouring from his leg. ]
Shit–
[ Pain lances through every cell of his body, disjointed burning half-thoughts to get the gun away from Akechi as the mass of tentacles swarm him to do just that. Knock the gun away, the knife. Hold him down. Force him to break his limbs again and again to fight himself down to nothing.
Maruki staggers up to one knee. Watches. Feels faint, sickened. Feels crazed. Azathoth grows as something inside him builds. ]
If you kill me, Akechi, do you know what you'll have?
[ He stands fully then, shifting all of his weight onto his good leg, the Tentacle of Healing doing its level best. The words practically spit out of him, barbed and acidic. ]
You'll have nothing here. Nothing. There is no one who will put up with your shit the way I do. But that's what you want, isn't it? To be alone again?
[ Fuck it, have another Piercing Strike for good measure! ]
Too bad. I won't allow it. You're stuck with me, and it's exactly what you deserve.
[ Tyrant Chaos is ready on deck if he manages to make it out of all of that still psychotic and ready to kill! ]
Edited (In a world where people only see black, white, and Grey, shrek begins to see a colourful room after his dare to kiss sonic at a party. But he was convinced that he loves his wife so he brushes it off and lies saying he still sees black and white. But wha) 2024-09-03 05:07 (UTC)
[Literally so mad actually!!!]
My apologies if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not upset in the slightest, though I was briefly concerned for your well-being and Maruki-san's own.
My fears have been allayed. I'm pleased you're still alive and well. It would be a shame to lose someone so valuable.
My apologies if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not upset in the slightest, though I was briefly concerned for your well-being and Maruki-san's own.
My fears have been allayed. I'm pleased you're still alive and well. It would be a shame to lose someone so valuable.
Then we say that your concerns briefly caused you to forget why it is that so many people bleed out before they can even hope to reach a hospital? You must have seen the amount of blood in the office alone.
Proximity aside, I knew he would find a way to help me. He's that kind of person. You can trust my judgment. I won't die just yet.
[ Not as long as Odasaku's here. ]
Proximity aside, I knew he would find a way to help me. He's that kind of person. You can trust my judgment. I won't die just yet.
[ Not as long as Odasaku's here. ]
Here I thought you would be prepared for any situation as such a senior detective.
I suppose some are just built differently than others. Not to be rude, of course. That isn't my intent. An emergency is just that. It's not as if you willingly seek out danger and death, then force others to deal with the consequences.
That would be pathetic indeed.
I suppose some are just built differently than others. Not to be rude, of course. That isn't my intent. An emergency is just that. It's not as if you willingly seek out danger and death, then force others to deal with the consequences.
That would be pathetic indeed.
I'm a detective, not an omnipotent god. Fractures in the very foundation of reality in a world yet unknown to me are outside of my wheelhouse.
You're right. I haven't tried to die since I realized who was here. It's unfortunate, but I have to wait awhile longer. I hate pain too, so I try to avoid it where I can.
Do you need me to break down the rest for you, or is that adequate to assuage your concerns?
You're right. I haven't tried to die since I realized who was here. It's unfortunate, but I have to wait awhile longer. I hate pain too, so I try to avoid it where I can.
Do you need me to break down the rest for you, or is that adequate to assuage your concerns?
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