Are baffling in their disturbed psyche. A man corrupted by an undeniable cruelty in a world formed and twisted by his own hand.
The crimes settle neatly near the Metaverse. Adjacent, not the same. The small town of Inaba a joke of a place to have the appearance of such power. Adachi Tohru a bizarre fucking mystery in himself. Crimes written down with apprehension and unease, an unbelievable story at its heels.
The criminal coated in a pleasant veneer - laid back and docile on the surface.
It didn't last. An investigation born out of curiosity and need turned to spite after a single, short lived conversation. A layer peeled back by their own passive aggression, Akechi's lack of true training marred in the face of someone with it.
He fucking hates Adachi Tohru and-
The escape wasn't any goddamn surprise. The news offering a two minute spiel over some shitty rural criminal wandering out of the 4x4 fence he assumes was his cell. Akechi barely hearing the details over the shuffle of his coat, gloves pulled from a drawer, little sparks of life in a barely lived in condo that dulls out background noise.
It's an inkling in his chest that drives him to the Metaverse that evening. No targets to hunt down. Mementos raw and unyielding in its warped imagery, but somehow-
It's different. Much different. Hackles raised even as he traverses lower levels different. Silent and prowling familiar tracks, eviscerating weak shadows that run and-]
[Honestly? Adachi hadn't been planning on going anywhere.
It hasn't been fun, and he still doesn't like it, but believe it or not, he's held true to his promise to Yu and the others. At any rate, he's managed to stick it out thus far. With... certain exceptions, of course. Sheesh, don't even get him started on that awful Sho kid. He'd gone along with Minazuki's ambitions, at least long enough to figure out what the brat was planning and relay that to Yu and his shitty little friends in his own Adachi way. Not like he really had much of a choice.
He has one now, though. So what changed?
That is an answer he'll keep to himself for now, smirking from the shadows as Akechi impatiently stalks through the depths of Mementos in search of him. The former detective's lip curls cruelly as he lies in wait.
Just another shitty brat.]
Looking for me?
[That sleazy, nasally drawl of his echoes through the otherworldy catacombs. If he really pushes himself, Akechi might just hear the faintest sound of sensible work shoes clopping in the distance.]
Hey, waitasecond... I thought you were supposed to be the next Detective Prince? That's what everyone else is saying. [But Adachi Tohru, Akechi's about to find out, is different from everyone else.] Shouldn't be that hard for a genius like you to figure it out. Right?
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Are baffling in their disturbed psyche. A man corrupted by an undeniable cruelty in a world formed and twisted by his own hand.
The crimes settle neatly near the Metaverse. Adjacent, not the same. The small town of Inaba a joke of a place to have the appearance of such power. Adachi Tohru a bizarre fucking mystery in himself. Crimes written down with apprehension and unease, an unbelievable story at its heels.
The criminal coated in a pleasant veneer - laid back and docile on the surface.
It didn't last. An investigation born out of curiosity and need turned to spite after a single, short lived conversation. A layer peeled back by their own passive aggression, Akechi's lack of true training marred in the face of someone with it.
He fucking hates Adachi Tohru and-
The escape wasn't any goddamn surprise. The news offering a two minute spiel over some shitty rural criminal wandering out of the 4x4 fence he assumes was his cell. Akechi barely hearing the details over the shuffle of his coat, gloves pulled from a drawer, little sparks of life in a barely lived in condo that dulls out background noise.
It's an inkling in his chest that drives him to the Metaverse that evening. No targets to hunt down. Mementos raw and unyielding in its warped imagery, but somehow-
It's different. Much different. Hackles raised even as he traverses lower levels different. Silent and prowling familiar tracks, eviscerating weak shadows that run and-]
Where are you?
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It hasn't been fun, and he still doesn't like it, but believe it or not, he's held true to his promise to Yu and the others. At any rate, he's managed to stick it out thus far. With... certain exceptions, of course. Sheesh, don't even get him started on that awful Sho kid. He'd gone along with Minazuki's ambitions, at least long enough to figure out what the brat was planning and relay that to Yu and his shitty little friends in his own Adachi way. Not like he really had much of a choice.
He has one now, though. So what changed?
That is an answer he'll keep to himself for now, smirking from the shadows as Akechi impatiently stalks through the depths of Mementos in search of him. The former detective's lip curls cruelly as he lies in wait.
Just another shitty brat.]
Looking for me?
[That sleazy, nasally drawl of his echoes through the otherworldy catacombs. If he really pushes himself, Akechi might just hear the faintest sound of sensible work shoes clopping in the distance.]
Hey, waitasecond... I thought you were supposed to be the next Detective Prince? That's what everyone else is saying. [But Adachi Tohru, Akechi's about to find out, is different from everyone else.] Shouldn't be that hard for a genius like you to figure it out. Right?