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.
[ Quiet thanks mumbled quickly over the bowl before he tucks in. Maruki doesn't pay a lick of attention to Akechi or where he's looking, focused solely on trying to force his stomach out of knots so he can enjoy the dinner he worked hard on.
But he knows. He doesn't have to look to know what Akechi's seeing. ]
Hm?
[ He glances up at the question, follows his line of sight. ]
Oh, those? They're fine. I just wanted to be sure they were completely dry before I put them away again.
[ Maruki doesn't startle, not at the sight of Robin Hood – cakes! cakes in the kitchen!! – nor at the attack on the cookware. He only looks over at Akechi, unimpressed. ]
Interesting...
[ One raised eyebrow. ]
So in the end, you chose the pot for yourself, not the kettle.
Robin Hood appears again in another flurry of blue flames, Akechi resisting the temptation to bomb the whole kitchen. His kitchen. The kitchen with food Maruki, for all his shitty comments, cooks for him in.
Another Kouga will make the point. Akechi prepares for another 'accident' and-]
An issue occurs - he can tell that immediately by the way his chest starts to ignite. Heart racing. Soul thriving. A little cackle escaping his lips before he can even hold it back because Robin Hood vanishes under a pixelated glitch. Erased from existence and replaced with-
Loki.
A Loki who immediately uses Riot Gun on the kettle. Sparks hitting stir fry, plate, a static residual hitting Akechi's own arm from lack of distance.]
[ That does get a reaction out of Maruki. The cackle is familiar– the persona, and the attack it produces, not at all.
He throws an arm up in front of him as the static shrapnel strikes him too, glancing off with a jolting burn. Not enough to make Azathoth claw its way out of his soul, but it's certainly awake now, and Maruki–
Stares at Akechi.
Just stares.
Screw the kettle. Forget the mushrooms. ]
That wasn't a glitch. That wasn't a different appearance. What was that?
[ Akechi gets one chance to not treat Maruki like an idiot about this before the conversation takes a very different turn. ]
I'm unsure - it disappeared before I could see, though I did sense a shift. Your guess is as good as mine.
[A mushroom dug out and plopped into his mouth - Akechi should be feigning surprise. Acting concerned. He tries to force the hesitation to his expression and-
An act lost the second he felt that comfortable within Loki's rebellion.
It's unlikely Maruki will brush this off entirely, but his persona wasn't out long enough to study. If he can answer the attack-]
If you mean the ability itself - it's one Robin Hood had back in our reality. I didn't think it worked here.
[A beat. Some vegetables. He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes at all.]
[ Chopsticks balanced on top of the bowl, napkin set down on the counter. ]
Those were some interesting anecdotal hypotheticals you told me earlier about what it might take to have multiple personas, if such a thing were even possible.
[ And then he pushes the chair away and stands, grips the back of Akechi's shirt between his shoulder blades to yank him to stand as well. ]
It must be a side effect of the enthrallment era - his body doesn't even fucking react to having a hand curl around his shirt and pull him up.
His mouth does though. An immediate -]
Aren't you bold today. No, I don't think I will.
[Coming out of his mouth, despite being completely off the chair, standing straight.
The hell does Maruki think he's doing?
Now it's his turn to have once goddamn chance to let him go. Akechi's arms reaching for the arm behind him to drag him off - all nail and erratic movement to peel him away, feet plastered to the ground and muscles tense to stay put for the long haul.]
[ Sure, try to grapple! Maruki's not about to get into a wrestling match with him.
Azathoth is summoned instantly, silently. Two tentacles snake around Akechi's torso as Maruki lets him go and stares at him, brows raised, eyes wild. ]
Would you like to be dragged outside or are you going to walk yourself?
[Azathoth is the bane of his fucking existence. His fingers drop to dig into the shitty tentacles - an effort he knows is wasted from every other time these stupid appendages have dragged him. No Almighty. Nothing. Bless works on the healing one - it's not coiled around him. Even if it was, that removes one of many.
He's about to mouth off again when-
Being dragged out isn't an option with their housemates somewhere. One particular annoying fly on the wall doesn't need the goddamn ammo.
Tense and wound tighter than the persona around his body-]
Fine. I'll walk. We'll go outside - remove your annoying leash.
[ To his credit, he does. The tentacles retract as soon as Akechi relents, though Azathoth doesn't return to the collective unconscious ether. It hovers besides Maruki as he makes a broad, sweeping gesture with one arm and doesn't otherwise budge.
He never walks in front of Akechi anymore for a reason, after all. ]
Akechi has half a mind to make him lead the way, since he's so adamant about confirming this whole ordeal.
He turns as requested - a pair of shitty leather gloves grabbed from the counter as he moves. Petulant. Irate. He opens the front door with force - tries to slam it in Maruki's goddamn face to prove a point about bossing people around. 'The hinge is broken' muttered under his breath when that doesn't work and-
Around they go. A familiar backyard. A training ground. The same place Akechi dragged Maruki with a certain degree of intensity when he realized that man helped killed the Green Knight.
And he stands there - arms crossed over his chest. Defiant. Rebelling. For no reason at all.]
If you were so eager to train, you should have said so. We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
[ Maruki's simmering the whole way, his blood a low rolling boil in his veins. The nonsense Akechi has pulled on him while trying to keep the wool over his eyes – repeatedly speaking to him about the purely hypothetical idea of a psyche so split that it manifested two personas, as if Maruki's too stupid to realize that nothing he's ever said has been purely hypothetical – it absolutely infuriates him.
He can tolerate a lot from Akechi. A nearly infinite amount of bullshit. He can take verbal abuse, threats of all kinds, physical violence, sleepless nights, endless training, thankless work, mutual lies–
He can no longer tolerate Akechi faking certain things. His personality. His knowledge of the cognitive world. His estimation of what Maruki can observe and analyze.
There is a fundamental respect between them. And to Maruki's mind, if Akechi respects him at all, then he had better start respecting him enough not to treat him like a goddamn idiot.
They make it to the clearing behind the castle, partially obscured by a hill. The site of so many nighttime training sessions. The place where Akechi lay on the ground after the Green Knight was defeated, panting and staring up at the sky as Maruki admitted that it was in fact grief over a friend that drove him to discovering new heights of power.
Here he rounds on Akechi, the first part of what he's said drawing a couple wry quips onto the tip of his tongue to try to lessen the tension between them before they do battle, but then–
We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
Maruki blinks.
Smiles at him, quick and sharp and nowhere near reaching his eyes before it drops away again.
Takes a step back.
Brings his hand up to adjust his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose– ]
Let's begin.
[ Bitten out. Harsh. Far more so than Akechi's likely to have heard before, two words even more acidic than whatever Maruki barked when he would break up fights in the forest.
And without further ado, there's a nice Piercing Strike headed straight for Akechi.
He's furious - a vile sort of righteous anger that takes the appearance of a disease and Akechi can see the infection course through his veins, corrupt his mind, unleash something new.
It delights him - an all too familiar attack catching him off-guard only because it's not the norm for this one to come out immediately. It's meant to end their sessions, temporarily stop a barrage, or force their hands into the final phase of training. Maruki never uses it first.
Akechi gets hit in quick succession - five rapid hits landing before he manages to guard. The pain miniscule - covered up by his own joy at a provocation finally breaking Maruki down. A honey coated smile meant to needle further spreads over his face, in a light, joyous tone full of feigned benevolence Maruki hates more than anything.]
Oh my - I didn't realize how mad you were. My deepest apologies. It's not my intent to cause such anger. I hope you can forgive me.
[And he knows what Maruki wants to see and-
'Robin Hood' appears in a barrage of light instead, a smug smirk peaking through Akechi's fingertips that are pressed against his face. Flames. Fire. A beam headed for the one weak point he knows about.
A Kouga, but one not directly aimed at single tentacle or Maruki - he needs to find that shitty healtacle first in the swarming mass of lookalikes.
The bright light is headed for the center of many, in hopes of sussing out healing one by the differences in damage.]
[ Of course it's the Prince disguise. Of course it's Robin Hood. What did Maruki really expect?
He isn't going to make demands now that they're out here and the battle has begun. He's going to ferret out the splintered, unstable parts of Akechi that he's managed to keep hidden until tonight using every tool in his arsenal. The same way he can get people to easily open up and tell him anything, he can draw out the jagged edges of a broken mind. If they slice his palms in the process, all the better. In the history of mankind, there's never been a martyr that didn't bleed.
He clocks the intent of Akechi's attack as soon as it makes contact with its target. Maruki has spent enough time with Azathoth now to recognize the different tentacles despite their identical appearance, but without the benefit of that connection, Akechi defaults to the easiest way to determine which is which. It's smart. He gets it.
He hates it.
Watching the Tentacle of Healing crumple from one attack irritates him every single time. It's the most important one; it shouldn't have such an easily exploitable weakness. The others don't, as far as he knows. Azathoth certainly doesn't.
It isn't knocked out of the battle yet – it always takes at least a few attacks before they get to that point – but it's down, twitching weakly among the writhing mass. The other two alongside it react in kind, nullifying or reflecting the attack back at Akechi and rearing up–
So that one can buff Maruki's defenses, for when Akechi inevitably switches his target, and the other can–
Maruki wants to see something. ]
You don't know what I'm really like, Akechi.
[ Normally, the Tentacle of Assistance acts as a sort of energy source for him, ramping up his power at steady intervals throughout their training. It's a reliable friend.
This isn't training, though.
Maruki knows the tentacles don't attack, necessarily, but if he can shift his intention to using them against Akechi rather than for himself, he thinks he might–
Ah. Yeah. There it is. Get Tarunda'd, idiot. ]
To borrow a turn of phrase... If you were holding back on me this whole time, I'll never forgive you.
[ It's time to Amplify Force! Enjoy the free turn, Akechi! ]
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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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But he knows. He doesn't have to look to know what Akechi's seeing. ]
Hm?
[ He glances up at the question, follows his line of sight. ]
Oh, those? They're fine. I just wanted to be sure they were completely dry before I put them away again.
[ Casual. Calm. Offhand.
So very curious. ]
Why, are they bothering you?
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[Immediate. Spit out with force.
They aren't bothering him - not in the slightest. It's-
The mess.
It's cluttered. No sane person wants that in their vision.]
Both are dry. I can tell from here.
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[ He squints. Removes his glasses. Cleans them. Replaces them on his face and squints again. ]
Well, if you're sure, you're welcome to put them away yourself.
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[Because he doesn't care at all if they're in front of him. At all. Not one bit. It's about putting up clutter and cleaning while you work and -
His meal's temporarily abandoned for the stupidest argument of all time.
Pot. Kettle. Dabi. He isn't fucking touching either one.]
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[ Maruki's continuing to eat his stir fry! He can do that and argue at the same time. Yummy yummy baby corn. ]
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[Happy. Chipper, even.
You know that feeling when a cat jumps on a table and chooses to perch next to a particularly full cup of water by the edge of it?
That happens, in this moment. Akechi's absolute silence after an easy agreement an ominous warning.
Robin Hood appears behind him. A second later-
Blue tinted fire. Blinding. Bright. Kouga hits the pot and forces to the ground with a clatter. It doesn't sound like anything breaks, at least.]
My apologies. I don't know what happened - ah, this world is strange sometimes, isn't it?
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Interesting...
[ One raised eyebrow. ]
So in the end, you chose the pot for yourself, not the kettle.
1/3
Akechi's eyes don't leave Maruki's face for a single moment - like there's a target between his eyes he's trying to catch in his vision.
He sure did say so much with so little. An intentional act. The audacious goddamn comment.
Fuck Dabi.]
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No goddamn problem actually!
Robin Hood appears again in another flurry of blue flames, Akechi resisting the temptation to bomb the whole kitchen. His kitchen. The kitchen with food Maruki, for all his shitty comments, cooks for him in.
Another Kouga will make the point. Akechi prepares for another 'accident' and-]
3/4 actually
An issue occurs - he can tell that immediately by the way his chest starts to ignite. Heart racing. Soul thriving. A little cackle escaping his lips before he can even hold it back because Robin Hood vanishes under a pixelated glitch. Erased from existence and replaced with-
Loki.
A Loki who immediately uses Riot Gun on the kettle. Sparks hitting stir fry, plate, a static residual hitting Akechi's own arm from lack of distance.]
Stupid piece of shit!
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Loki vanishes. The kettle shatters. Dead silent and-
Akechi stares at his plate.
Picks up the chopsticks. A little static shock - ouchies.
And proceeds to take a bite with only a-]
That was odd. Though it makes sense glitches can happen in that manner - Robin Hood chose an interesting appearance.
[He plucks a piece of kettle out of his vegetables. Unfortunate.]
Did you put mushrooms in this?
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He throws an arm up in front of him as the static shrapnel strikes him too, glancing off with a jolting burn. Not enough to make Azathoth claw its way out of his soul, but it's certainly awake now, and Maruki–
Stares at Akechi.
Just stares.
Screw the kettle. Forget the mushrooms. ]
That wasn't a glitch. That wasn't a different appearance. What was that?
[ Akechi gets one chance to not treat Maruki like an idiot about this before the conversation takes a very different turn. ]
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[A mushroom dug out and plopped into his mouth - Akechi should be feigning surprise. Acting concerned. He tries to force the hesitation to his expression and-
An act lost the second he felt that comfortable within Loki's rebellion.
It's unlikely Maruki will brush this off entirely, but his persona wasn't out long enough to study. If he can answer the attack-]
If you mean the ability itself - it's one Robin Hood had back in our reality. I didn't think it worked here.
[A beat. Some vegetables. He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes at all.]
I'll clean up tonight.
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Don't bother.
[ Chopsticks balanced on top of the bowl, napkin set down on the counter. ]
Those were some interesting anecdotal hypotheticals you told me earlier about what it might take to have multiple personas, if such a thing were even possible.
[ And then he pushes the chair away and stands, grips the back of Akechi's shirt between his shoulder blades to yank him to stand as well. ]
Outside. Now.
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Oh. He does not like that.
It must be a side effect of the enthrallment era - his body doesn't even fucking react to having a hand curl around his shirt and pull him up.
His mouth does though. An immediate -]
Aren't you bold today. No, I don't think I will.
[Coming out of his mouth, despite being completely off the chair, standing straight.
The hell does Maruki think he's doing?
Now it's his turn to have once goddamn chance to let him go. Akechi's arms reaching for the arm behind him to drag him off - all nail and erratic movement to peel him away, feet plastered to the ground and muscles tense to stay put for the long haul.]
Go test your goddamn theories on your own.
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[ Sure, try to grapple! Maruki's not about to get into a wrestling match with him.
Azathoth is summoned instantly, silently. Two tentacles snake around Akechi's torso as Maruki lets him go and stares at him, brows raised, eyes wild. ]
Would you like to be dragged outside or are you going to walk yourself?
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[Azathoth is the bane of his fucking existence. His fingers drop to dig into the shitty tentacles - an effort he knows is wasted from every other time these stupid appendages have dragged him. No Almighty. Nothing. Bless works on the healing one - it's not coiled around him. Even if it was, that removes one of many.
He's about to mouth off again when-
Being dragged out isn't an option with their housemates somewhere. One particular annoying fly on the wall doesn't need the goddamn ammo.
Tense and wound tighter than the persona around his body-]
Fine. I'll walk. We'll go outside - remove your annoying leash.
[He isn't taking a STEP until it goes away.]
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He never walks in front of Akechi anymore for a reason, after all. ]
Lead the way. You know where we're going.
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Akechi has half a mind to make him lead the way, since he's so adamant about confirming this whole ordeal.
He turns as requested - a pair of shitty leather gloves grabbed from the counter as he moves. Petulant. Irate. He opens the front door with force - tries to slam it in Maruki's goddamn face to prove a point about bossing people around. 'The hinge is broken' muttered under his breath when that doesn't work and-
Around they go. A familiar backyard. A training ground. The same place Akechi dragged Maruki with a certain degree of intensity when he realized that man helped killed the Green Knight.
And he stands there - arms crossed over his chest. Defiant. Rebelling. For no reason at all.]
If you were so eager to train, you should have said so. We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
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He can tolerate a lot from Akechi. A nearly infinite amount of bullshit. He can take verbal abuse, threats of all kinds, physical violence, sleepless nights, endless training, thankless work, mutual lies–
He can no longer tolerate Akechi faking certain things. His personality. His knowledge of the cognitive world. His estimation of what Maruki can observe and analyze.
There is a fundamental respect between them. And to Maruki's mind, if Akechi respects him at all, then he had better start respecting him enough not to treat him like a goddamn idiot.
They make it to the clearing behind the castle, partially obscured by a hill. The site of so many nighttime training sessions. The place where Akechi lay on the ground after the Green Knight was defeated, panting and staring up at the sky as Maruki admitted that it was in fact grief over a friend that drove him to discovering new heights of power.
Here he rounds on Akechi, the first part of what he's said drawing a couple wry quips onto the tip of his tongue to try to lessen the tension between them before they do battle, but then–
We could have avoided the distressing loss of our only kettle.
Maruki blinks.
Smiles at him, quick and sharp and nowhere near reaching his eyes before it drops away again.
Takes a step back.
Brings his hand up to adjust his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose– ]
Let's begin.
[ Bitten out. Harsh. Far more so than Akechi's likely to have heard before, two words even more acidic than whatever Maruki barked when he would break up fights in the forest.
And without further ado, there's a nice Piercing Strike headed straight for Akechi.
Better act fast. ]
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He's furious - a vile sort of righteous anger that takes the appearance of a disease and Akechi can see the infection course through his veins, corrupt his mind, unleash something new.
It delights him - an all too familiar attack catching him off-guard only because it's not the norm for this one to come out immediately. It's meant to end their sessions, temporarily stop a barrage, or force their hands into the final phase of training. Maruki never uses it first.
Akechi gets hit in quick succession - five rapid hits landing before he manages to guard. The pain miniscule - covered up by his own joy at a provocation finally breaking Maruki down. A honey coated smile meant to needle further spreads over his face, in a light, joyous tone full of feigned benevolence Maruki hates more than anything.]
Oh my - I didn't realize how mad you were. My deepest apologies. It's not my intent to cause such anger. I hope you can forgive me.
[And he knows what Maruki wants to see and-
'Robin Hood' appears in a barrage of light instead, a smug smirk peaking through Akechi's fingertips that are pressed against his face. Flames. Fire. A beam headed for the one weak point he knows about.
A Kouga, but one not directly aimed at single tentacle or Maruki - he needs to find that shitty healtacle first in the swarming mass of lookalikes.
The bright light is headed for the center of many, in hopes of sussing out healing one by the differences in damage.]
Maruki-san - this really isn't like you.
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He isn't going to make demands now that they're out here and the battle has begun. He's going to ferret out the splintered, unstable parts of Akechi that he's managed to keep hidden until tonight using every tool in his arsenal. The same way he can get people to easily open up and tell him anything, he can draw out the jagged edges of a broken mind. If they slice his palms in the process, all the better. In the history of mankind, there's never been a martyr that didn't bleed.
He clocks the intent of Akechi's attack as soon as it makes contact with its target. Maruki has spent enough time with Azathoth now to recognize the different tentacles despite their identical appearance, but without the benefit of that connection, Akechi defaults to the easiest way to determine which is which. It's smart. He gets it.
He hates it.
Watching the Tentacle of Healing crumple from one attack irritates him every single time. It's the most important one; it shouldn't have such an easily exploitable weakness. The others don't, as far as he knows. Azathoth certainly doesn't.
It isn't knocked out of the battle yet – it always takes at least a few attacks before they get to that point – but it's down, twitching weakly among the writhing mass. The other two alongside it react in kind, nullifying or reflecting the attack back at Akechi and rearing up–
So that one can buff Maruki's defenses, for when Akechi inevitably switches his target, and the other can–
Maruki wants to see something. ]
You don't know what I'm really like, Akechi.
[ Normally, the Tentacle of Assistance acts as a sort of energy source for him, ramping up his power at steady intervals throughout their training. It's a reliable friend.
This isn't training, though.
Maruki knows the tentacles don't attack, necessarily, but if he can shift his intention to using them against Akechi rather than for himself, he thinks he might–
Ah. Yeah. There it is. Get Tarunda'd, idiot. ]
To borrow a turn of phrase... If you were holding back on me this whole time, I'll never forgive you.
[ It's time to Amplify Force! Enjoy the free turn, Akechi! ]
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cw get cared for after ALL THAT, IDIOT
DIRE DIRE DIRE OHHH EVIL CAITLIN
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