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"Kasumi" Yoshizawa [P4 Akechi AU] ([personal profile] midnightmaiden) wrote in [community profile] personavelvetroomdr2024-01-06 11:14 pm

Operation: Uncage the Sparrow!

Kasumi, now more than ever, is adamant about doing something right. She'll prove her worth. She'll go back to her roots as the Midnight Maiden, solving problems on behalf of the unfortunate!

Stocked up on Goho-M's, healing items, and other assorted odds and ends, she sends a message to Makoto to join her in Tartarus when the Dark Hour arrives. They're doing it tonight!

That'll prove she's not just some puppet.

And so she waits outside of Gekkoukan High School for the clock to strike midnight and for the Dark Hour to commence. She's got a rapier at the ready, though she doubts that she'll need it.

What could possibly go wrong?
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he laughs. "You're never trouble. Or, I say that. My Yoshizawa-san isn't trouble. But maybe you're hiding something, hm?"

He turns to lead her into the building at this point, perhaps fortunately.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Like, he wonders, being brainwashed and not herself? It feels like a dark little joke, not the kind of thought he usually has.

"Goodness. I don't know what I'd do with a dark and mysterious double life. Probably spend all my time trying to find someone to tell about it." He presses the button for the elevator.

"Sorry, is the top floor all right for you? My alternate is up there, in my apartment"—and the less said about that the better—"but truth be told, he's a good neighbour. Quiet. Just a little unpleasant in the corridors sometimes."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm, that depends. Has your cooking got any better?" He's familiar with Kasumi's bentos, has even helped to eat a couple. But he laughs.

"Actually, that's not how I should speak to a trusted confidant, is it? Back home, I'd definitely have given your bentos points for effort." Wow, Akechi.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"But only the first few?" The elevator dings, and they get out on the top floor. He indicates two doors, at very opposite ends of the corridor.

"That's my old apartment, where Magpie lives. And this one here is mine. To my knowledge, cognitions live in the others, but they won't mind if you move in. In fact, I think they leave."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-10 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
There is the barest hesitation, as he stops in his tracks and his eyes unfocus—but then it passes, and he just looks puzzled.

"I, um... I'm sorry. You said... the, the apartments change from occupied to unoccupied based on our perception, is that right?" He feels very odd. But then he reaches for the unlocked door of the nearest apartment, two down from his own—they're all unlocked; he thinks Magpie had something to do with it.

"I never like doing this. It's their home." Two months in Tartarus has done little for his fellow-feeling with cognitions, it seems.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-10 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"They just seem like people to me," he says softly, stepping inside. "And everyone gets so unnerved when I say so."

There is, indeed, a cognition sitting on the couch—a blonde woman, maybe thirty, maybe sixty, it's hard to tell. She does nothing but sit there. Hello, she says, and Akechi offers her a friendly hello, sorry to disturb you, I'm with my friend. The cognition acknowledges him with a laugh, then gets up and leaves.

He watches her go, disquieted. "So hard to tell," he murmurs. "Something fundamental in the way I see things..."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-10 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm afraid so." Yet he misses it; he still wants to be back there so badly. "None of the excitements you have here, none of the drama. None of the damage or trauma.

"You can tell me it sounds the worst thing you ever heard." He turns a few things over—a ceramic bowl in blues and reds, a magazine on the table, Velvet Food Review. Food review?
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-10 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does it sound so unexciting to you?" He smiles at her, with the magazine in his hands. "I wish you could see it. It just... of course there are misunderstandings all the time, but they don't matter. We don't dwell on them. We don't live in our pain the way all of you do.

"Would you like a look at this?" He offers her the magazine; it has a big meringue on the front, with blueberries and cream.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-10 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose so. All those things can be exciting. Learning is exciting—I was thinking about my school options, back home, before I came here. And of course we have rollercoasters. We have Destinyland. We aren't all monks, you know."

All the food in the magazine is blue. "It would be nice to have superpowers, of course. Like Featherman. But the truth is, I don't know what I'd do with them. And it would be selfish to choose to aggrandise myself, at the cost of hurting so many others. Wouldn't it?"
Edited 2024-01-10 17:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
So that's how it is: she's prodding and poking at things inside him, trying to evoke something she knows. He sighs, looking away at the window. The view of the night is the same as from his own apartment; it cheers him to look at it.

"People like me, right?"

It's not cruel. All the cruelty that was in him is somewhere else.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-11 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
And she is so close. He gazes back at her, depthless, wondering. But it goes nowhere.

"I suppose that would be useful. I don't spend too much time thinking about things like that. I know you're going to say I should."

He reaches out for one of the little knickknacks on the table, some coloured glass marbles in a bowl. They skate between his fingers. The cognition who left must have liked them. Even if they aren't real, as the others say, somebody created these marbles for her, and not something else.

He considers Kasumi. She saved him, when she could have left him. "It's all right, Yoshizawa-san. I know you want to help. And, remember, you brought me out of that tower, when nobody else would."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-12 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Again, he watches her, steady and solemn as she twists in the wind.

"Because you're too used to feeling that way yourself, right?"

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