Cat? Down. Praise? Petting? To hell with that. It's a fucking cat - this is her one singular job. It's surprising Badb Catha didn't do shit, but whatever. Must be some weird bird solidarity.
Korokke jumps up to the counter, takes the opportunity to look out the window. It's a cat. It's whatever. He doesn't give a shit at this point. Only latches it back up and takes his humble place back at pride kotatsu rock, blankets shoved back under the table to cover his legs.
And just-
Stares at nothing. Vibing. Thinking. Thriving. In his lane.]
[ Ope! Bye! Byebye!! He's flying away now, actually. As fast and as high as he can, far out of the Korokke Jump Zone, up toward the bedrooms. Bye!!!!!!! ]
Akechi doesn't see him - not right away. His mind takes one, two, three seconds to catch up and recognize that Maruki Takuto is in bed.
He was alone in this house, or so he thought. The bird is-
Nowhere? Akechi doesn't hear or see it. Doesn't think Maruki would hide it. Why would he want to? It must have come in here if Korokke came into this room. She doesn't willingly go to Maruki and-
She's now held by Maruki without tearing him to shreds..
What in the cognitive manipulation is happening??????? Tis the season for this reality's bullshit.]
You weren't here.
[Maruki was not here. No one was around.]
Care to explain? Or do I need to get answers from you the old fashioned way?
[ Korokke starts to twist and writhe, and Maruki lets her go before the claws come out. Time to focus only on the claws surely about to come out of Akechi. ]
What are you talking about? I've been here the whole time.
No, you haven't. You left this morning and haven't stepped foot in the house since. No one has, outside of a little bird.
[This isn't Maruki. It might be the bird - it could be a shapeshifter trying to exploit cognitions. May be a random person. Could be anything.
He's only certain that it's not Maruki. There's no way he can turn into a bird. No chance he didn't notice one fluttering in if he was here the whole time. Korokke saw it, so it's not a figment of Akechi's own volatile imagination.]
Explain yourself. You have five seconds before I blow up this room.
He jumps onto the bed, standing on his tiptoes to watch the direction of this shitty thing. Towards-
The training grounds, but that's likely a coincidence.
Maybe not, if this thing has incorporated the heart and memories of its original.
So he goes. Jogs to an all too familiar area, unsure if the 'copy' will be here. Unclear if it even matters, but, well-
Maybe he shake it free from the trees - if it's not here, maybe it's nearby? It's a fucking bird. It could be across town by now. If it doesn't appear with this jostle, he'll cut his losses.
And until that loss is clear-
Robin Hood casts Megidolaon at a large group of trees near the illuminated ring.]
Azathoth is out in a moment, tentacles coming up from the ground all around Maruki to shield him from the attack and take the brunt of the damage. When they part, he stares at Akechi, wild-eyed. ]
[Azathoth existing with this false copy is a clue, a hint, that there's something amiss. A form, a body - all of that can exist. A persona is tied to the soul.
Two outcomes exist from this. Both are bad. Both will end up the same way, so-
Mudoon time! Good luck king! Historically hasn't worked, but hey.]
There's the homework he talked about wishing for at the crystal, surrounding him on all sides like so many bloody handprints. In an instant, Maruki feels a crushing weight on his chest, feels like his sternum and all his ribs will splinter beneath it until his heart fails–
And then, in the blink of an eye, it's gone.
No damage done that he can see or feel, but he's rattled by it, that lingering sense of impending doom that hit faster than any of Akechi's other attacks ever have.
Takes after its predecessor. Akechi isn't interested in a back and forth with a shadow. Azathoth's continued presence-
Interesting. Dangerous. ]
Or not - I don't give a shit. You'll be dead soon anyway. If you want to beg for your life, you're welcome to try by answering this question - tell me what you are?
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Cat? Down. Praise? Petting? To hell with that. It's a fucking cat - this is her one singular job. It's surprising Badb Catha didn't do shit, but whatever. Must be some weird bird solidarity.
Korokke jumps up to the counter, takes the opportunity to look out the window. It's a cat. It's whatever. He doesn't give a shit at this point. Only latches it back up and takes his humble place back at pride kotatsu rock, blankets shoved back under the table to cover his legs.
And just-
Stares at nothing. Vibing. Thinking. Thriving. In his lane.]
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Wait.
Is this what Akechi does all day when no one else is home?
Maruki keeps watching.
Waiting for him to do... well, anything. ]
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Not one bit. Not for-
Awhile.
Very lost, much thought, kotatsu warm. He's got a lot to think about.
Keep watching??? Y/N ]
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Wow.
No, he won't keep watching. Maruki flutters quietly through the house until he can land on top of Akechi's head. ]
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That is. Something on his head. Pressure??? Did he hear flapping?
Akechi doesn't move - not right away. Averts his eyes to some sort of reflective surface around him and-]
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The cat? Also sees bird and does what cats do-
Which is jump down from the window, push herself down to the ground and slowly begin to stalk bird on his fucking head.
And Akechi? Throws his hand up to hopefully??? whap the fucking thing??? be so serious he's burning down this goddamn house.]
You picked the wrong house to come into.
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WAVE WAVE WAVE WAVE
WHAP WHAP WHAP
Move YA NASTY little CREATURE.]
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Akechi and The Cat have become a united front and they both follow. The cat is the makeshift leader, Akechi the dutiful follower.
The goal? Lock it in Maruki's room to make a mess and/or let Korokke have a midnight snack.
Whatever room the thing flies into initially? Akechi will follow, cat in tow, and slamming the door shut to keep them all inside one space.]
i can't believe this got the first nat 20 of the thread
However!
By the time Akechi makes it upstairs to Maruki's room, he only finds Maruki himself reclining on the bed, book propped up against his chest.
He blinks innocently over the top of it at Akechi, Korokke in his arms. ]
What's up?
go away
Akechi doesn't see him - not right away. His mind takes one, two, three seconds to catch up and recognize that Maruki Takuto is in bed.
He was alone in this house, or so he thought. The bird is-
Nowhere? Akechi doesn't hear or see it. Doesn't think Maruki would hide it. Why would he want to? It must have come in here if Korokke came into this room. She doesn't willingly go to Maruki and-
She's now held by Maruki without tearing him to shreds..
What in the cognitive manipulation is happening??????? Tis the season for this reality's bullshit.]
You weren't here.
[Maruki was not here. No one was around.]
Care to explain? Or do I need to get answers from you the old fashioned way?
[This is not Maruki.]
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What are you talking about? I've been here the whole time.
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[This isn't Maruki. It might be the bird - it could be a shapeshifter trying to exploit cognitions. May be a random person. Could be anything.
He's only certain that it's not Maruki. There's no way he can turn into a bird. No chance he didn't notice one fluttering in if he was here the whole time. Korokke saw it, so it's not a figment of Akechi's own volatile imagination.]
Explain yourself. You have five seconds before I blow up this room.
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[ No explanation he could give would be short enough.
So, instead:
A mourning dove takes shape and zips out the window high above Maruki's bed.
He's going to the training ground! Bye! ]
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He jumps onto the bed, standing on his tiptoes to watch the direction of this shitty thing. Towards-
The training grounds, but that's likely a coincidence.
Maybe not, if this thing has incorporated the heart and memories of its original.
So he goes. Jogs to an all too familiar area, unsure if the 'copy' will be here. Unclear if it even matters, but, well-
Maybe he shake it free from the trees - if it's not here, maybe it's nearby? It's a fucking bird. It could be across town by now. If it doesn't appear with this jostle, he'll cut his losses.
And until that loss is clear-
Robin Hood casts Megidolaon at a large group of trees near the illuminated ring.]
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He does emerge from a thicket on the opposite side of the clearing though, fully human once more. ]
That's a pretty big overreaction for a pretty small bird, don't you think?
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Is it? You should know from whatever stolen memories are in your pathetic head that my reaction could have been far worse.
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Stolen memories?
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[That's all the warning this cretin gets before another Megidolaon is unleashed - hello not so human target!!!]
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Azathoth is out in a moment, tentacles coming up from the ground all around Maruki to shield him from the attack and take the brunt of the damage. When they part, he stares at Akechi, wild-eyed. ]
Who else would I be? What's gotten into you?
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[Azathoth existing with this false copy is a clue, a hint, that there's something amiss. A form, a body - all of that can exist. A persona is tied to the soul.
Two outcomes exist from this. Both are bad. Both will end up the same way, so-
Mudoon time! Good luck king! Historically hasn't worked, but hey.]
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That's new.
There's the homework he talked about wishing for at the crystal, surrounding him on all sides like so many bloody handprints. In an instant, Maruki feels a crushing weight on his chest, feels like his sternum and all his ribs will splinter beneath it until his heart fails–
And then, in the blink of an eye, it's gone.
No damage done that he can see or feel, but he's rattled by it, that lingering sense of impending doom that hit faster than any of Akechi's other attacks ever have.
He stares wildly at Akechi. ]
What was that?
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[The false version of Maruki-
Takes after its predecessor. Akechi isn't interested in a back and forth with a shadow. Azathoth's continued presence-
Interesting. Dangerous. ]
Or not - I don't give a shit. You'll be dead soon anyway. If you want to beg for your life, you're welcome to try by answering this question - tell me what you are?
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I think you know better than anyone that I don't beg for my life.
[ Azathoth stays out. Poised and ready. ]
What do you mean, what am I? Are you feeling well?
[ A beat, and his expression flattens out entirely. ]
Enthralled?
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cw: gore, violent thoughts, very violent thoughts
cw gore
cw gore <3 violence <3
oh cw gore blood etc whatever.... just look away
cw: cont shuts eyes
cw gore... violence.... son feelings....
cw: gore, eye trauma thoughts, violence.........mamaruki feelings. just kidding. it's more violence.
cw gore, violence, death <3
cw: gore, violence, death, suicidal ideation MAYBE, freak shit frankly they need to be locked up
cw near death experience
cw: well, murder
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god... wrapt... kill me