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personavelvetroomdr2024-09-04 09:21 pm
Friend or Foe
Location: Kichijoji Square
Interaction: +P4Sumi (engaged)
He finds himself sitting on the top of a pole situated at the very entrance of Kichijoji entrance- watching the crowd ignorantly walk around the premise with some children giggling and pointing up at a grown ass man housing himself at the top of some signal pole like a lost haunted sole. What they don't seem to pay attention to are the tentacles wrapped around the body of the metallic hub, making themselves comfortable as they burrow around Maruki's legs to make sure he's comfortable from the height- making it look like he was in a pod floating in air.
His own feelings however were no less peaceful.
Is it really true that the only thing he did was confront his senior teachers to accept his cognitive research before working with this entity who works like one of his own limbs...this felt immoral somehow.
He supposes that its better that he has this sort of power for now.
We can begin our research again. Doctor. The cure to humanity's true happiness is but a long arduous task.
"Where would you suggest to start?"
A tentacle loosens around the body of the pole and pulls up and pinches its spidery appendage together to point at a certain spot overlooking the general scenic view of Kichijoji's shops and Odaiba as a whole.
Kichijoji was a special place for Akira, wasn't it?
There is a lot of information in his mind but a lot of it doesn't have a source linked to it. Like bubbles popping and coming with no pattern- that's how his memory served him. It made things so much more difficult and now- with the ruckus everywhere; none of this was voing to turn out easy.
A research lab...
Suddenly a voice calls out to him from below as he looks below his pod- only to be shaken by the height. "Woah-!" He siddles back, watching as Yoshizawa-san calls out to him. He doesn’t recognize this one though so its best that he's a little careful.
"Erm...can you put me down, please?"
You don't have to ask twice.
Well all of this is still so new to him. "I'll be with you in just a second, Yoshizawa-san!" He yells down through his pod before nodding at it. Its then he realizes he's still in this strange clinical all white attire. He huffs as he closes his eyes and snaps his fingers.
His clothes manifest again and unlike the unstable transformation from earlier- they change back to his usual therapist clothes from earlier. Much better. He should look more friendly towards the likes of Yoshizawa-san.
Right. Yoshizawa. Not Kasumi.
The tentacles break and slowly wrap around Maruki's legs(while keeping a feet distance between his actual body) as it lowers down before the young woman like a gift. Well, Maruki was still a bit confused as usual but hey- it was not the worst thing ever. It actually came quite handy.
"I learned some interesting info from your friends over there, don't worry," he points his now bare finger towards the south-east. "At the Shibuya Square I mean. I am now 25% sure that we are still dead and going through delirium at its finest but considering how you kids adapted to the situation so easily...perhaps I am overreacting at this point."
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Oh...
Maruki grows quiet as a frown appears on his face, reading the message scrawled on the bright pages. "Yes, you have a choice here. I am sorry others don't respect your decisions like this," he shakes his head. "I will just need to collect my registry since that is a part of my counselling."
A tentacle sprouts close to the bottom of his foot, already ready to adhere to his command.
Maruki stomps on the floor to stop the tentacle from moving any further. He knows exactly what it needs to do- its trying to assist him so that he doesn't move from his place.
That will most definitely scare a child...maybe he should-
There's a hint of gold encircling his irises as he snaps his good fingers- watching as the tentacle materializes with bright blue flowers attached to its dark greenish stems. Atleast its less daunting like this as it slowly curls into the ground himself before Maruki gets glimpses of where exactly its going in this large office.
His counselling room.
A minute actualization...
He turns once again to regard the young Akira with a smile. "I just have a...magic assistant," he keeps his voice calm just so that the child doesn't get spooked. "Don't worry about it- would you like to go to the east gate with the small garden constructed there? I have actually not been there myself- if not we can stick to this place."
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"I am still learning to control it."
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Hah. Of course many people here had- one of them even blasted his hand away into bits. He doesn't want to think more about that but he couldn't help but release a wry chuckle- as if that sentence itself had pricked him.
"I..." he stops- his gaze flickering down to the growing darkness still blooming below his feet before offering a small smile at the child. "He's a little scary though...maybe I could..."
His fingers hover in the air as he extends his arm- gesturing forward with a flourish. "Come forth- Azathoth!"
The light around him exploded outward, revealing a massive, writhing form emerging from the void. Azathoth descended slowly, its central eye opening with a wet, visceral sound, the sclera glowing faintly as if watching from beyond time itself. Its endless, shifting tendrils stretched out, some coiling protectively around Maruki while others slithered in anticipation, seeking something unseen.
Azathoth’s form was a paradox—its mass both heavy and intangible, existing as though it were tearing through reality itself. The faint chime of a haunting melody played from nowhere, a sound that gnawed at the edge of comprehension, weaving dread into the very fabric of the air.
He snaps his fingers as the small tendrils dissipate into something like plant stems- the ends of which still grew like flowers.
"That's Azathoth. He can practically be anything you want it to be."
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Interesting.
"...Okay- I will cut to the chase here though," he quickly gets down to squatting to meet the Akira’s eye level. "Do you have any...guardians I can call? I am not telling you to leave- I was just wondering if you informed them that you are here or-"