Maruki fucked up somewhere along the way, a thought that pleases him to no end. His perfect little utopia has a flaw. His seizure of this world the likely cause of his Metaverse app activating unprompted, his fingers slipping through the goddamn screen of his phone instead of opening up the input screen. Akechi can't muster up the energy to be surprised. This halfassed world is ripping itself apart at the seems and he's more than happy to pick at those pieces until it unravels.
Asking Akira to join him is an option. One he crushes and buries under a metaphorical heel once he realizes how ridiculous that assumption is. He doesn't need to bother with collecting a gaggle of people to explore somewhere, unlike the Phantom Thieves.
And then he's gone from the alleyway outside of Jazz Jin and into - where? His outfit didn't change, but Loki thrives and burns and promises in his chest. This isn't Mementos. It's not a palace. It's something else - more reminiscent of a junkyard with the smatterings of tvs and phones littering the ground, the sky a wavy haze with a foggy filter over a sky that churns and twists in waves of grotesque red like Mementos walls.
Really, he's fucking giddy at how awful this place looks. It extends in every direction with no end from this center point, the world muttering its displeasure with whispers and murmurs when he walks too far away from the pile of televisions. He takes some investigative steps in every direction before moving back to the center.]
What a hideous splatter on a perfect world. [Said with mirth, bitterness and a too delighted laugh.] Now what could this place be?
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Maruki fucked up somewhere along the way, a thought that pleases him to no end. His perfect little utopia has a flaw. His seizure of this world the likely cause of his Metaverse app activating unprompted, his fingers slipping through the goddamn screen of his phone instead of opening up the input screen. Akechi can't muster up the energy to be surprised. This halfassed world is ripping itself apart at the seems and he's more than happy to pick at those pieces until it unravels.
Asking Akira to join him is an option. One he crushes and buries under a metaphorical heel once he realizes how ridiculous that assumption is. He doesn't need to bother with collecting a gaggle of people to explore somewhere, unlike the Phantom Thieves.
And then he's gone from the alleyway outside of Jazz Jin and into - where? His outfit didn't change, but Loki thrives and burns and promises in his chest. This isn't Mementos. It's not a palace. It's something else - more reminiscent of a junkyard with the smatterings of tvs and phones littering the ground, the sky a wavy haze with a foggy filter over a sky that churns and twists in waves of grotesque red like Mementos walls.
Really, he's fucking giddy at how awful this place looks. It extends in every direction with no end from this center point, the world muttering its displeasure with whispers and murmurs when he walks too far away from the pile of televisions. He takes some investigative steps in every direction before moving back to the center.]
What a hideous splatter on a perfect world. [Said with mirth, bitterness and a too delighted laugh.] Now what could this place be?