Back in his reality, he had the power to create portals that can warp himself and others to any place he can coordinate.
I was with him when he wished to regain his power at the crystal, and he got a different one entirely. The circumstances there are complicated - it isn't strictly his power, but it's not entirely someone else's either...
Regardless, he's unpredictable and very, very strong.
That's quite a skill and one that that would be remarkably useful, even outside of the labyrinth. Perhaps a portal could even put us in our favorite captor's room.
Negotiating with Vaeros' life would likely elicit a response from someone.
In reference to Kurogiri though - I've spoken to him about the cloud creation ability. I assume that's the one you're referring to.
What do you mean by your statement of it not being his entirely?
Exactly my thinking. It's been some time since we discussed the particulars of his power, but I think the caveat was that he has to have precise coordinates. That's the only wrench in things, and it can potentially be overcome.
Ah...
I don't know. And that isn't a cop out to protect my friend. I'm trying to help him figure it out, but he doesn't entirely know either. I'm sure if you two spoke while he was resisting his enthrallment, you likely noticed that at times, he's not... all there. That isn't particular to the Green Knight's effect.
Something happened to him to manipulate and alter his memories, and even his body. He's currently unrecognizable to those from his reality.
From what I've seen, the cloud power belonged to him when he was someone else, who both is and is not him. The more I learn about it, the less I understand, but it's a grave situation.
The coordinates issue is simple, if it involves traditional latitude and longitude. The world is miniscule when it comes to the area we're allowed in.
We pick coordinates at random and see where he ends up. If it's off the island, even better. Then we work from there - adjust and adapt it to our needs until we manage to reach our goal.
But it's disheartening to hear that. A cognition so warped he can't even see his true self.
Whatever happened to him may have been deeply traumatic, even to split a psyche. It's interesting, really, how people react to the circumstances of their lives and the challenges that occur.
Or perhaps it's similar to a psychotic break that hasn't fully assimilated or went wrong. A temporary issue prolonged by bad luck alone.
Regardless, it's none of our concern. His power is necessary and an ability to wield it. You can't solve everyone's personal problems.
If he's ever able to regain it, I'll see if he's amenable to testing it out like that. Whether his circumstances are my concern or not, he was the first friend that I made here - he's important to me, and his cooperation would be a huge boon for us.
A split psyche, huh? You've mentioned such a thing before.
Sentimentally aside, do what you want with him then. He's rational and seems willing to assist in almost every area. If he at least entertains the thought initially, I'm certain he can be convinced over time.
As for your last statement, it's an idle comment based on light reading and a minor understanding of psychology.
I mean... I could always try wishing for my abilities back again to find out if there's another "other you dwelling in the sea of mankind's hearts" contracted to my soul, but I can confidently tell you now, it's only Azathoth.
If there were two personas in your soul, I imagine it would be easy to sense. Two sets of desires at odds at all times - what an unfortunate situation that would be. I truly can't fathom it.
[ It's categorically insane that Akechi doesn't realize he's picked up on the patterns in the "interesting hypotheticals" that he brings up, or his statements that are "only joking."
Noted. Screenshot. Saved for later. ]
Safe travels getting home. Don't get any achievements.
An hour passes and Akechi has half a mind to be late on purpose after that final dig. Maybe stay somewhere else for the evening. Conveniently forgetting a months long routine they have both continued with a bizarre, unspoken agreement. '
Thinks about it. Doesn't.
The castle door opens. Shoes at the doorway. No house slippers here, though his eyes always move to the corner of the entryway, as if some will appear. An unshakeable display of muscle memory.
The smell hits him, as usual. A mixture of familiar spices and ingredients. He's mad about it tonight, but sits at his usual seat, hands folded under his chin, as he watches the castle's personal chef work. Amazing how maneuvering pots and pans keeps him from acting like a goddamn part time comedian.]
The assimilation of an arcade into this reality is getting tiring.
[ Akechi arrives when Maruki expects him. He calls out from the kitchen to welcome him home; old habits truly do die hard. But otherwise, he focuses on the task at hand: Refrigerator cleanout stir fry, a truly massive and random assortment of leftovers at his disposal for it. The hazards of having cooked enough for an army at Vash's birthday...
He doesn't look up as he hears Akechi settle in, doesn't say anything at all until he speaks first. But then his response is immediate. ]
Oh, I can't stand it.
[ A spoonful of the sauce he's cobbled together, and then a surprised little face. It's actually not bad. ]
I would take the townsfolks' inexplicable violence over this, any day. I'm not cut out for video game mechanics. Back in my day, all we had was Pong, and we were perfectly happy with it...
[ That last part is a joke, and he looks over at Akechi with a grin before dumping the sauce into the sizzling pan. ]
Why, did something happen to you on your way over?
Akechi waves a hand - irate. The walk prior to their text exchange was annoying beyond measure and tested his limited patience.
He would also prefer the villager volatility. At least that was entertaining. This shit is stupid.]
Nothing worth mentioning.
[He became a tetris block and was crushed by a goblin. It was-
Not fun.]
Though on the way back, my mind wandered to a somewhat morbid topic. I often find it fascinating how others will punish their own. Did you know there was a time when people were sentenced to be crushed or dismembered by an elephant?
[The goblin had tusks that reminded him of one. Maybe there's a relation.]
They were trained to kill, usually by royalty. A person's head would be placed on stone block and elephant's foot would smash it down. Other times, they were simply slowly torn apart. Sometimes they would attach rings the animal's foot, and to the prisoner, so the body was broken with every step as the victim remained partially tied to a stake.
[ Throughout the new entry into the ever-growing list of Akechi Fun Facts! Maruki's focus slowly shifts from the nearly complete stir fry to the boy seated at the counter.
By elephant's foot would smash it down, his head is fully turned toward Akechi.
By so the body was broken with every step, his mouth has dropped open slightly and his eyes are wide behind his glasses.
At I thought that was interesting–
Maruki makes a noise that cannot possibly be quantified in any way. Part horrified, part baffled, part absurdly amused.
What the hell is Akechi's deal. ]
That's... Wow. Okay.
[ Another couple blinks at Akechi and then he shakes his head forcibly, almost violently, and returns his focus to the pan. He shifts the food around with the chopsticks that had been frozen in one hand, stares down at it for a moment longer – the chunks of leftover kabob meat, broken bits of a body smashed by an animal who wouldn't know any better what it was being used for.
His stomach lurches miserably. ]
You certainly have no shortage of interesting information to go around. I'm so grateful you seemingly always choose to share it with me.
[ Stop?? Doing this???? ]
How hungry are you?
[ BECAUSE MARUKI'S REALLY NOT, AFTER THAT STORY. ]
The same as always. I didn't do anything strenuous enough to work up an appetite.
[His reaction is-
Funny.
Akechi states these things on a whim - interesting facts he knows are morbid enough to incite a reaction, but it's not his intent. They're niche. Unknown. He wants to be the one to provide knowledge. Whether it's the cognitive world, a past torture method, volcano deaths or -
Facts over a chess match. In a palace, with a group of reckless teenagers.
He lets his hands settle on the counter and waits to be served, like a prince in a castle.]
And to your previous point, perhaps it says more about you that you seem to elicit that reaction from others. It must be the energy of being a researcher and a counselor - you naturally invoke this.
Maruki rolls his eyes, grabs two bowls from the cabinet. ]
You're right. I do have one of those faces that invites people to tell me everything.
[ It's said sarcastically, but... well, it sort of is true, isn't it.
Right. Enough food to feed a small bird for Akechi, then. And until his stomach stops turning over and over itself at the mental images Akechi's implanted into his mind, he'll take the same.
Two small portions doled out, one placed in front of Akechi, the other in front of the empty seat next to him. Maruki flicks the stove off, grabs chopsticks, napkins, comes around to join him at the bar–
And now that he's out of the way, dead center in Akechi's line of vision are the pot and kettle from earlier, freshly washed and set on a towel on the counter to dry.
Maruki slides easily into his seat, casual as he always is in their house. ]
Where do you learn all these things, anyway? Without the internet I feel like my own bank of new trivia has dried up quickly.
His eyes catch the glint of a pot. A kettle. Directly in front of him.
The food is aggressively shoved into his mouth - his eyes tear away from the suddenly offensive, innocuous kitchen items to Maruki when he sits down next to him. Normal. Questioning. Food in hand.
Is he fucking kidding?
Akechi can still see it - the corner of his eye feels like his pupil in that moment. Maruki's outside of his sight. The pot is directly in it.]
Retaining information is a specialty of mine.
[He does not give a shit about this.
Feigning nonchalance and ease, another helping of food is brought to lips, but before he chows down-
Casual. Calm. Offhand.]
Did you forget to put those up? You probably should before you start your meal. It would be a shame if food got on them and they had to be rewashed.
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The gun is coming out to train with tonight. Four bullets is more than enough to prove a point.]
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I was with him when he wished to regain his power at the crystal, and he got a different one entirely. The circumstances there are complicated - it isn't strictly his power, but it's not entirely someone else's either...
Regardless, he's unpredictable and very, very strong.
idk if it's s's or s' i don't CARE
Negotiating with Vaeros' life would likely elicit a response from someone.
In reference to Kurogiri though - I've spoken to him about the cloud creation ability. I assume that's the one you're referring to.
What do you mean by your statement of it not being his entirely?
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Ah...
I don't know. And that isn't a cop out to protect my friend. I'm trying to help him figure it out, but he doesn't entirely know either. I'm sure if you two spoke while he was resisting his enthrallment, you likely noticed that at times, he's not... all there. That isn't particular to the Green Knight's effect.
Something happened to him to manipulate and alter his memories, and even his body. He's currently unrecognizable to those from his reality.
From what I've seen, the cloud power belonged to him when he was someone else, who both is and is not him. The more I learn about it, the less I understand, but it's a grave situation.
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We pick coordinates at random and see where he ends up. If it's off the island, even better. Then we work from there - adjust and adapt it to our needs until we manage to reach our goal.
But it's disheartening to hear that. A cognition so warped he can't even see his true self.
Whatever happened to him may have been deeply traumatic, even to split a psyche. It's interesting, really, how people react to the circumstances of their lives and the challenges that occur.
Or perhaps it's similar to a psychotic break that hasn't fully assimilated or went wrong. A temporary issue prolonged by bad luck alone.
Regardless, it's none of our concern. His power is necessary and an ability to wield it. You can't solve everyone's personal problems.
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If he's ever able to regain it, I'll see if he's amenable to testing it out like that. Whether his circumstances are my concern or not, he was the first friend that I made here - he's important to me, and his cooperation would be a huge boon for us.
A split psyche, huh? You've mentioned such a thing before.
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Sentimentally aside, do what you want with him then. He's rational and seems willing to assist in almost every area. If he at least entertains the thought initially, I'm certain he can be convinced over time.
As for your last statement, it's an idle comment based on light reading and a minor understanding of psychology.
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Anecdotally and hypothetically, of course.
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It's hypothetical and based on assumption from previous notes I've read.
While I've never seen it, it stands to reason such things are possible.
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Perhaps that's where your outfit comes from.
I wonder what could make your cognition distort like that.
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Then there's nothing to worry about, I suppose.
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Dinner is in an hour.
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If there were two personas in your soul, I imagine it would be easy to sense. Two sets of desires at odds at all times - what an unfortunate situation that would be. I truly can't fathom it.
But I digress. I'll see you then.
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Noted. Screenshot. Saved for later. ]
Safe travels getting home. Don't get any achievements.
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An hour passes and Akechi has half a mind to be late on purpose after that final dig. Maybe stay somewhere else for the evening. Conveniently forgetting a months long routine they have both continued with a bizarre, unspoken agreement. '
Thinks about it. Doesn't.
The castle door opens. Shoes at the doorway. No house slippers here, though his eyes always move to the corner of the entryway, as if some will appear. An unshakeable display of muscle memory.
The smell hits him, as usual. A mixture of familiar spices and ingredients. He's mad about it tonight, but sits at his usual seat, hands folded under his chin, as he watches the castle's personal chef work. Amazing how maneuvering pots and pans keeps him from acting like a goddamn part time comedian.]
The assimilation of an arcade into this reality is getting tiring.
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He doesn't look up as he hears Akechi settle in, doesn't say anything at all until he speaks first. But then his response is immediate. ]
Oh, I can't stand it.
[ A spoonful of the sauce he's cobbled together, and then a surprised little face. It's actually not bad. ]
I would take the townsfolks' inexplicable violence over this, any day. I'm not cut out for video game mechanics. Back in my day, all we had was Pong, and we were perfectly happy with it...
[ That last part is a joke, and he looks over at Akechi with a grin before dumping the sauce into the sizzling pan. ]
Why, did something happen to you on your way over?
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Akechi waves a hand - irate. The walk prior to their text exchange was annoying beyond measure and tested his limited patience.
He would also prefer the villager volatility. At least that was entertaining. This shit is stupid.]
Nothing worth mentioning.
[He became a tetris block and was crushed by a goblin. It was-
Not fun.]
Though on the way back, my mind wandered to a somewhat morbid topic. I often find it fascinating how others will punish their own. Did you know there was a time when people were sentenced to be crushed or dismembered by an elephant?
[The goblin had tusks that reminded him of one. Maybe there's a relation.]
They were trained to kill, usually by royalty. A person's head would be placed on stone block and elephant's foot would smash it down. Other times, they were simply slowly torn apart. Sometimes they would attach rings the animal's foot, and to the prisoner, so the body was broken with every step as the victim remained partially tied to a stake.
[Gloves off for dinner and-
His nail's chipped. Ugh.]
I thought that was interesting.
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By elephant's foot would smash it down, his head is fully turned toward Akechi.
By so the body was broken with every step, his mouth has dropped open slightly and his eyes are wide behind his glasses.
At I thought that was interesting–
Maruki makes a noise that cannot possibly be quantified in any way. Part horrified, part baffled, part absurdly amused.
What the hell is Akechi's deal. ]
That's... Wow. Okay.
[ Another couple blinks at Akechi and then he shakes his head forcibly, almost violently, and returns his focus to the pan. He shifts the food around with the chopsticks that had been frozen in one hand, stares down at it for a moment longer – the chunks of leftover kabob meat, broken bits of a body smashed by an animal who wouldn't know any better what it was being used for.
His stomach lurches miserably. ]
You certainly have no shortage of interesting information to go around. I'm so grateful you seemingly always choose to share it with me.
[ Stop?? Doing this???? ]
How hungry are you?
[ BECAUSE MARUKI'S REALLY NOT, AFTER THAT STORY. ]
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[His reaction is-
Funny.
Akechi states these things on a whim - interesting facts he knows are morbid enough to incite a reaction, but it's not his intent. They're niche. Unknown. He wants to be the one to provide knowledge. Whether it's the cognitive world, a past torture method, volcano deaths or -
Facts over a chess match. In a palace, with a group of reckless teenagers.
He lets his hands settle on the counter and waits to be served, like a prince in a castle.]
And to your previous point, perhaps it says more about you that you seem to elicit that reaction from others. It must be the energy of being a researcher and a counselor - you naturally invoke this.
[It's your fault, actually. ❤️]
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Maruki rolls his eyes, grabs two bowls from the cabinet. ]
You're right. I do have one of those faces that invites people to tell me everything.
[ It's said sarcastically, but... well, it sort of is true, isn't it.
Right. Enough food to feed a small bird for Akechi, then. And until his stomach stops turning over and over itself at the mental images Akechi's implanted into his mind, he'll take the same.
Two small portions doled out, one placed in front of Akechi, the other in front of the empty seat next to him. Maruki flicks the stove off, grabs chopsticks, napkins, comes around to join him at the bar–
And now that he's out of the way, dead center in Akechi's line of vision are the pot and kettle from earlier, freshly washed and set on a towel on the counter to dry.
Maruki slides easily into his seat, casual as he always is in their house. ]
Where do you learn all these things, anyway? Without the internet I feel like my own bank of new trivia has dried up quickly.
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His eyes catch the glint of a pot. A kettle. Directly in front of him.
The food is aggressively shoved into his mouth - his eyes tear away from the suddenly offensive, innocuous kitchen items to Maruki when he sits down next to him. Normal. Questioning. Food in hand.
Is he fucking kidding?
Akechi can still see it - the corner of his eye feels like his pupil in that moment. Maruki's outside of his sight. The pot is directly in it.]
Retaining information is a specialty of mine.
[He does not give a shit about this.
Feigning nonchalance and ease, another helping of food is brought to lips, but before he chows down-
Casual. Calm. Offhand.]
Did you forget to put those up? You probably should before you start your meal. It would be a shame if food got on them and they had to be rewashed.
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cw: violent thoughts, graphic violence @ self, suicide reference, murder
cw referenced self-harm
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cw brainwashing lmao here we go
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cw gun violence, murder, physical assault
CW: VIOLENCE!!!!!!!!! of all kinds
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cw: violence, eye damage, graphic violence. mmmm just dont click.
cw eye trauma, graphic violence - truly you should not be reading this thread, stranger
cw: ohhhh graphic violence oooo eye trauma, self harm (??), rock based violence!
cw graphic violence, eye trauma, near death experience
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cw get cared for after ALL THAT, IDIOT
DIRE DIRE DIRE OHHH EVIL CAITLIN
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cw injury descriptions (i don't think they're graphic, but. shrug)
cw: injury description cont!
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cw: flaying fun fact!
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cw eye trauma, graphic violence