Goro Akechi [TWEWY AU] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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personavelvetroomdr2023-09-14 06:06 pm
paysforall) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2023-09-14 06:06 pm
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whisper that the past is gone eternally
It's the Shibuya Crossing. The big, famous one, with all the crowds and the traffic and the 109 building overlooking it all.
And that's the thing.
The 109 building.
Paying no mind to the sea of empty cognitions around him, a Goro Akechi stands in the center of the crosswalk, staring up at the number-faced building with a frown. If you were looking for any Goro Akechi in particular, however, this one almost transparently isn't him. Twenty-one years of age and dressed like the masculine line of a Victorian goth brand was thrown over his head like a bucket of cold water, this Akechi stares at one of the most familiar landmarks of Tokyo like it's a river in a desert and he hasn't quite decided if he wants to take a drink.
He's back.
(Or, at the very least, he's no longer where he was. Her Shibuya was a 109 as well. And there was that strange room...)
"If the Shibuya Game has gone down the shitter again," he says, seemingly addressing nobody, or possibly the phone he's pulled from his pocket to glare at, "I am going to go after the Composer myself."
He lifts his phone. (It's the same phone he's always had. The only thing that hasn't changed, for anyone with a keen enough eye for detail. There's a new vinyl sticker on the back, a stylized skull in red at an angle, but it's the same phone as ever.) Snaps a picture. No change in the photo. Closes that, opens a different app, snaps again. His frown intensifies.
(It is, by now, a good thing that the cognitions are just filler that will continue to idle in whatever routine they're running, because otherwise he would surely have been hit by a car, right? But the crowd continues to wander around him, heedlessly.)
Finally, he lowers his phone, sends the photo to someone on his contacts, and apparently gives up, shoving it back into his pocket. The cognitions resume the flow of normal traffic, clearing the crossing so that cars can pass through, as he goes over to Hachiko to lean up against the side of the statue.
"I didn't miss the not having any idea what's going on," he tells the dog, firmly firmly and with a hint of melancholy. "Oh, if only a real person would show up with the answers right about now. Why, I'd even consider buying them a coffee for the trouble."
Despite nominally being addressed to the bronze canine, the way he lifts the volume of his voice makes it clear that it's addressed to you, onlooker, whoever you are.
[[OOC: I don't actually care what format you use i just always write introspective-y starters in prose. tldr twewy au post-canon post-death akechi]
And that's the thing.
The 109 building.
Paying no mind to the sea of empty cognitions around him, a Goro Akechi stands in the center of the crosswalk, staring up at the number-faced building with a frown. If you were looking for any Goro Akechi in particular, however, this one almost transparently isn't him. Twenty-one years of age and dressed like the masculine line of a Victorian goth brand was thrown over his head like a bucket of cold water, this Akechi stares at one of the most familiar landmarks of Tokyo like it's a river in a desert and he hasn't quite decided if he wants to take a drink.
He's back.
(Or, at the very least, he's no longer where he was. Her Shibuya was a 109 as well. And there was that strange room...)
"If the Shibuya Game has gone down the shitter again," he says, seemingly addressing nobody, or possibly the phone he's pulled from his pocket to glare at, "I am going to go after the Composer myself."
He lifts his phone. (It's the same phone he's always had. The only thing that hasn't changed, for anyone with a keen enough eye for detail. There's a new vinyl sticker on the back, a stylized skull in red at an angle, but it's the same phone as ever.) Snaps a picture. No change in the photo. Closes that, opens a different app, snaps again. His frown intensifies.
(It is, by now, a good thing that the cognitions are just filler that will continue to idle in whatever routine they're running, because otherwise he would surely have been hit by a car, right? But the crowd continues to wander around him, heedlessly.)
Finally, he lowers his phone, sends the photo to someone on his contacts, and apparently gives up, shoving it back into his pocket. The cognitions resume the flow of normal traffic, clearing the crossing so that cars can pass through, as he goes over to Hachiko to lean up against the side of the statue.
"I didn't miss the not having any idea what's going on," he tells the dog, firmly firmly and with a hint of melancholy. "Oh, if only a real person would show up with the answers right about now. Why, I'd even consider buying them a coffee for the trouble."
Despite nominally being addressed to the bronze canine, the way he lifts the volume of his voice makes it clear that it's addressed to you, onlooker, whoever you are.
[[OOC: I don't actually care what format you use i just always write introspective-y starters in prose. tldr twewy au post-canon post-death akechi]
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Instead, Akechi pours himself a little more coffee.]
While I can't say anything about Shido's confession in my universe with any certainty - death is the end of the adventure, and all - I can say that the pattern typically holds like this: When a person's heart is changed, they take credit for all their crimes, including those that were technically carried out by others.
That's what happened with Kaneshiro, you know. It took hours to actually get all the confessions out of him when he turned himself in.
[Goro Akechi, police detective, would know that in a way that this Ren - obviously not affiliated with the police - wouldn't. He had to sit through every hour of it. The only upside was that Kaneshiro's changed heart persona was wildly understanding of the fact that the detectives needed to take breaks from time to time.]
Not that he might not still implicate you, but I don't think it's as certain a thing as you believe. The heart-changed are quick to claim credit for anything that they might have possibly been responsible for. Unfortunately, I appear to be the furthest along on my timeline, and, well.
[He just admitted that he doesn't have the answers.]
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There's no way I wouldn't be implicated. Shido isn't some mafia thug. Everyone thinks he'll be the next Prime Minister. They'd want to know every single detail of how he did his weird Metaverse crimes. They'd squeeze him for everything he's got. And they'd bring in everyone else they could find, people the Thieves never touched. The only reason they'd have not to throw me to the wolves is if they needed me around for something worse.
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[Because it was a foregone conclusion. Shido would be Prime Minister one way or another, unless he died first - they wouldn't have called off the election on a change of heart confession, it would have just thrown the whole issue into confusion.
If it even happened before then. Heart-changed people like big, dramatic moments to confess. An acceptance speech would do it.]
I don't think it's as hopeless as you think, but ultimately, I don't know your reality, either. Not your struggles nor your crimes.
So, then: In possession of this information, what would you most want to happen?
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He wants his freedom.
The same things he's wanted this whole time, and almost as impossible to reconcile as ever. If Akechi makes it out of the interrogation room, cool, that takes the pressure off Ren having to come up with a plan to save him. But then what? Any plan with any chance of success would need the Thieves to work with Ren while knowing what Ren is, and that's never gonna happen.
And besides, Akechi might not even have the same plan for the interrogation room that this Akechi's Joker pulled off.
What does he want most to happen. What a question. He drains half his cup of coffee at once. ]
Fuck if I know what I want. Maybe Tokyo should just get hit with a meteor.
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[His turn to drain far too much of his cup at once.]
Nuking the entire cognition of a city is bad and I do not advise it.
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Did it, like. Leave? Or did people forget that it was there? How did they get from Shibuya to Toshima? Did they just circle around?
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[Which was understandably also unsettling.]
I'm more unsettled by thinking about what became of the people who were just there when it Inverted. The reports we eventually got back from the people who were able to get inside make Mementos look like a great place to leave your children unsupervised for an afternoon.
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Is this a bad time to mention I'm bombing Shinjuku in a week or so?
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... The one here or the one back in your world?
[This makes a huge difference in his response.]
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[ And thank fuck for that. He does so little stuff like that at home that he didn't even realize Akechi might think he was talking about blowing up a real Shinjuku. ]
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Which is why the way his face lights up... might be a little unsettling.]
How can I help~?
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I don't know. If you're a shinigami, do you have, like... life-sensing abilities? I'm gonna clear out the real people first, but it'd be good if someone could make sure they're all gone.
[ Thoughtfully, he runs through the planned program in his head. ] And I'm making the bomb on-site... Could also use someone double-checking my process while I do that.
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[Because it really does start to reach the level of a thesis after a certain point. And he has even more science to do!]
Though I'm not sure how much help I would be on the bomb-making. I've never had reason or opportunity to get much involved in that.
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[ He is aware that he's saying it in such a way that he incurs debt, if Akechi cares about that stuff. But he doesn't want to blow up any real people, for several reasons, enough so that he's willing to owe Akechi a favor. ]
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[Run, everybody, there's a detective loose among the cognitive psientists. Or maybe a cognitive psientist loose among the detectives?]
Though it might be easier if I was to text you rather than trying to find you when the area's clear. That way, we can observe from two separate locations.
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...What data?
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If the Metaverse exists where I've been for the last three years, it isn't accessible through the Nav. So I'm taking the chance to do as much comparative work as I can now while I have the chance.
And I'm curious myself to how these not-people behave.
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