feel the people hear the voices
Sep. 30th, 2023 05:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paysforall1. Shibuya Station (Realground)
If you're one of the people the most senior Akechi opffered to meet here for his expedition - or even if you're not - he can be found standing outside of the Shibuya Station entrance, on the Hachiko/Buchiko side. This time, though, he isn't people-watching the way he normally seems to be doing when he lurks in this spot - his eyes are on his phone instead.
The eye of the MetaNav sits where it always has, buried a page or two back in his apps where it wouldn't get hit by accident or seen by someone who might know what it was at a casual glance. He's never felt the need to move it, not when it only even gave a No Signal error in 104 Shibuya.
Eventually that will be true again - he doesn't think that time in this place will last forever - but for now... He long-presses and moves it to the forefront, setting it next to the RNS app (which is the one displaying No Signal, now) where it belongs. It feels more significant than it ought to.
He keeps playing on his phone after that, in actuality making notes of the things he wants to test if Mementos functions properly for him. Just killing time, waiting for back-up to arrive.
2. Mementos Entrance
Just inside the entrance, in the safe zone that is the outside-side of the turnstiles, he feels something shift.
Something starts to give.
(The MetaNav isn't the only thing that's back in signal range, it seems.)
Everything crashes down at once - three years of bonds he's been making while outside the service area. Faces and voices and moments flashing by, all while a voice in his head booms like a drum -
For a moment that's all he can hear, fragments of notifications layered over each other. Somehow he manages to not fall, stumbling over to the turnstile and leaning on it to support his weight. One hand is clutching his temple - even when the deluge of layered bond voice stops, the pain it induced does not.
So easy to see him there, leaning over the turnstile nursing the sudden migraine... And, iof you hadn't seen them before now, with spindly black wings curled up over his hunched back, visible in the cognitive world the way they aren't in the real one.
If you're one of the people the most senior Akechi opffered to meet here for his expedition - or even if you're not - he can be found standing outside of the Shibuya Station entrance, on the Hachiko/Buchiko side. This time, though, he isn't people-watching the way he normally seems to be doing when he lurks in this spot - his eyes are on his phone instead.
The eye of the MetaNav sits where it always has, buried a page or two back in his apps where it wouldn't get hit by accident or seen by someone who might know what it was at a casual glance. He's never felt the need to move it, not when it only even gave a No Signal error in 104 Shibuya.
Eventually that will be true again - he doesn't think that time in this place will last forever - but for now... He long-presses and moves it to the forefront, setting it next to the RNS app (which is the one displaying No Signal, now) where it belongs. It feels more significant than it ought to.
He keeps playing on his phone after that, in actuality making notes of the things he wants to test if Mementos functions properly for him. Just killing time, waiting for back-up to arrive.
2. Mementos Entrance
Just inside the entrance, in the safe zone that is the outside-side of the turnstiles, he feels something shift.
Something starts to give.
(The MetaNav isn't the only thing that's back in signal range, it seems.)
Everything crashes down at once - three years of bonds he's been making while outside the service area. Faces and voices and moments flashing by, all while a voice in his head booms like a drum -
I am thou
shall become the wings of rebellion
Thou hast awakened
a vow into a blood oath
thou art I...
shall become the wings of rebellion
Thou hast awakened
a vow into a blood oath
thou art I...
For a moment that's all he can hear, fragments of notifications layered over each other. Somehow he manages to not fall, stumbling over to the turnstile and leaning on it to support his weight. One hand is clutching his temple - even when the deluge of layered bond voice stops, the pain it induced does not.
So easy to see him there, leaning over the turnstile nursing the sudden migraine... And, iof you hadn't seen them before now, with spindly black wings curled up over his hunched back, visible in the cognitive world the way they aren't in the real one.
