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1. What's without

[To long time residents of this closet of a dimension, the figure leaning against the base of ~~Hachiko~~Buchiko's plinth is a familiar sight. The Goro Akechi, Age 21 who is there is dressed in mostly the same fashion as the last time anyone saw him - it's a different pair of black skinny jeans (these ones have a silver chain with skull charms hanging from the left hip to the knee, with just enough give to swing as he walks) and a different too-fancy shirt, but how many Akechis are there, even, who would even consider dressing like that? The only spot of color, aside from his hair and eyes (have they always been that red) is that the gloves he wears are bright red on the inside, palms and fingers. A memory he doesn't want to lose.

He's playing games on his phone with half-attention as he people-watches, which in this place is more an act of looking for people to watch. In the sea of cognitions, real people stick out like a sore thumb - and he's probably spotted you in the crowd before you even approach, with a faint smile or frown on his face, depending on who you are.

And if you're more than just a familiar face - someone who he actually met, the last time he was here - he'll actually stop leaning against the statue's base to give you a proper wave. It's been a while, Velvet Room Dimension, but your Reaper has returned.]

2. What's within

[And no trip through the old stoimping grounds is complete without a trip to Mementos, directly through Shibuya Station.

He doesn't wear a mask - indeed, even as a former Phantom Thief, his clothes don't change. But unlike on the normal, uncognitive side of the world, his wings are fully visible, moving like a natural extension of his body. And in place of the chain dangling from his jeans is a holstered pistol - neither the toy laser gun nor the real one he used as Shido's weapon, but at least at a glance, it seems real enough.

Akechi lurks for a while at the entrance of Mementos, sitting quite illegally on one of the turnstiles just because he can, perched like a particularly strange bird, one knee tented up against his torso and the other dangling as he watches in the direction of the depths. Eventually, he slides off his seat and deeper into the depths.

In Mementos proper, he spends a bit of time getting a work-out - that gun is in hand, though what it fires can only be loosely called bullets. Fireballs, lightning bolts, shards of ice, and of course laser beams once more - he uses all of these in various combinations, rather than summoning a Persona for combat. Combined with the fact that he's clearly much faster than most of the Shadows, it's usually a quick clean-up if anything tries to bother him.]

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Oh that sounded interesting. "I can't blame you, being in that position it would invalidate your job. Not to mention your entire purpose for that Game." She hummed. Strong willed as ever.

"Among other things. I was a Player myself at one point, after all, which certainly gives one a different perspective on the rigged Game." He hasn't forgotten, nor would he ever forget, what that was like.

What's the point of a Game you can't win? At that point, it's nothing more than an insult to those who took the risk of playing.

"Fortunately, we've been able to kick the interlopers back to Shinjuku where they belong, but there's still plenty of work to be done to get the Shibuya Game back to what it once was."

"So there's different districts? Are they location based?" That's what it sounded like. She just wanted to confirm.

He had done the game before, she was curious on what he had done during it. It would be interesting to have not only the water of the Game but the player point of view. However that was probably very intimate detail.

"Theoretically, there's lots of Games all over the planet. It's generally frowned upon to interfere with each other, though. I believe it's population-density based, which is why Tokyo has so many, but that's above my pay grade." Not that he gets paid really, except in continued existence, but you know how it is.

She nods. "That makes sense. Does everyone go through it, or just those who are deemed 'worthy'?" You've got her interested and now she's going to ask questions like she's studying it. Mostly because she doubts she can find a book on it so there's only one source of information.

There certainly wouldn't be a book. ~~Maybe a game, though.~~

"It's a choice. A gamble, many would say." He frowns. "Or it's supposed to be, at least. Previous management was volunteering people for it by planting related items on them, so that they would automatically arrive in the Game when they died, often with no instructions or awareness of what was going on."

She nodded. "I see." She tilted her head thinking, or well trying to. "That would make it hard to be fair if there was stuff that determined it. I assume there are people who are declared too far gone then."

She tapped her foot thinking about the different scenarios that she knew a body couldn't come back from. Some of them her own doing. "Is the new management at least better in that regard?"