Every sad break-up story in Shibuya, every shitty employer, and every happy reunion of friends.
[Landmarks in the real world carried over into the UG more easily than other places - Shibuya's Game runs so much more smoothly because so much of the city is well-known. He knows that better than most Reapers, after playing navigator for a bunch of Players who were the furthest thing from locals.
His younger self has probably not put too much thought into where the exact border of Shibuya. It's a partially cognitive thing, anyway. Games don't run right up to the borders because those borders are just a little bit flexible.
For example, right now, the border is the place where the sunlight turns to shadow as you duck into the tunnel.]
What reason would I have to be scared of ghosts?
[For a moment, he channels Joker - that easy confidence, the nothing-can-go-wrong that has become one of his only touchstones of his old life - and, although the properly living Akechi won't see it, spreads his wings just enough to feel the air through the gaps.]
I'm a shinigami, after all.
[And with that last comment and a more confident step - almost a swagger - he steps into the shadows, leaving Shibuya for the first time in three years.]
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[Landmarks in the real world carried over into the UG more easily than other places - Shibuya's Game runs so much more smoothly because so much of the city is well-known. He knows that better than most Reapers, after playing navigator for a bunch of Players who were the furthest thing from locals.
His younger self has probably not put too much thought into where the exact border of Shibuya. It's a partially cognitive thing, anyway. Games don't run right up to the borders because those borders are just a little bit flexible.
For example, right now, the border is the place where the sunlight turns to shadow as you duck into the tunnel.]
What reason would I have to be scared of ghosts?
[For a moment, he channels Joker - that easy confidence, the nothing-can-go-wrong that has become one of his only touchstones of his old life - and, although the properly living Akechi won't see it, spreads his wings just enough to feel the air through the gaps.]
I'm a shinigami, after all.
[And with that last comment and a more confident step - almost a swagger - he steps into the shadows, leaving Shibuya for the first time in three years.]