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[justicesfool]

 [The thing about being somewhere new is that usually, you were supposed to be able to use it as a fresh start. This... is not that. This is a place full of faces he knows - his own face, and Akechi's - and especially with the way the Mona who'd seemed like he was from his other life had reacted to him... it's giving him flashbacks of his record being leaked in Shujin. He keeps almost saying the wrong thing to people, too, used to everyone already knowing.

It's a while after all of that, and he hasn't risked going anywhere near Leblanc. He's scouted around a few places, though, and now he's wound up here at the arcade, playing a vicious game of Gun About. What can he say? It's good for getting rid of all that stress, without risking anyone walking in on him slaughtering shadows in a non-Joker-like way.

That said, even this isn't quite... right. He's too focused, for one thing. A bit too accurate. Nowhere near showy enough, either.

Poke him anyway?]

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[cognicat]

[You know what Mona really, really likes? Automatic doors. Absolutely one of the best inventions humans ever came up with.

So when he walks down Central Street, sidestepping the people with their fixed, blank faces, and watching the crows with a fixed stare of his own, and the door of that arcade Joker went to every week opens up beside him...

... he takes a peek inside. And huh, there's that other one. The one in Akechi's uniform. Using that game controller like he was born to it. Morgana's heard a story like that before.

He slips inside to watch. The door whirrs loudly shut behind him. So much for feline phantom stealth.]

[fogbornphantom]

[It's still taking some re-acclimating. Even if time hasn't marched on as swiftly here, it has for Akechi, and juggling the new (old) memories upon his return is a lot.

The familiarity of Tokyo is at least somewhat grounding inasmuch as it's similar enough to the genuine article that he doesn't feel so out of his element.

His decision to enter the arcade is one born of aimlessness more than anything. Ryuji isn't here to drag him into "acting his age," nor is Ren here to challenge him to friendly compet-

Oh.

Oh.

No, not Ren. The other one... with the uniform that, come to think of it, he'd seen on another version of him. But that memory is hazy.

He approaches quietly, not wanting to shatter Akira's focus. He'll wait until there's a break in the level progression before speaking.]

It's funny. Without the need for currency, these arcade cabinets take on a whole different feeling, don't they?

[Games designed to squeeze as many coins out of your pockets as possible, now free to play. Would that not expose flaws in the design, in a sense? At least compared to console counterparts.]