Meanwhile, Falcon is staring at Kira's tape, roiling anger burning through his circuits.
He knew it. He fucking knew this asshole was bad news, and the tape he just watched confirmed all his suspicions. Noble as his intentions may have been at first- saving people- he can take over people's bodies. He can control them by having their picture, he fucking knew it.
If the end of the tape was anything to go by... those noble intentions didn't last very long. If they ever truly were noble to begin with.
Selfish, manipulative asshole. Falcon fucking knew it.
He fumes as he looks at the perfectly fine tape, despite breaking it in two moments ago. He tried throwing it out, but it just reappeared, just like the message earlier said. He needs to return it, apparently.
Fuck. He is not meeting with that piece of shit.
He's briefly distracted when the doorbell rings, and when he opens, it's a package for him. And inside...
One of his own tapes, and at the bottom of the box: Just destroy it. No point in checking.
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Falcon, of course, checks anyway. He doesn't know who sent this package, but he needs to know what they saw-
He almost agrees with the message. He almost wishes he hadn't.
He's horribly, unnaturally still by the time the tape ends, his fans loudly blowing air as he- fuck, he doesn't know- he's- he hates this. He hates this. He wants to fucking cry, and scream, and-
His mom. His mom.
Why this memory? Why, why, why would they unearth- why would they fucking-
A horrible, glitchy noise leaves his throat, his fingers digging into his arms- hard enough that he can hear the metal protesting and whining. He hates this fucking place. He hates it so much. He's going to kill Shido, everyone in the conspiracy, and Igor and his guard dogs.
Someone saw this. And he doesn't even know who it was.
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He doesn't move for a very, very long time after that. His mind keeps spinning and spinning and spinning, catching itself in a neverending loop of fury, of horror, terror, every negative emotion he is capable of feeling.
His eyes snap towards Kira's tape after what could either be minutes, or hours. It feels like hours- but his internal clock tells him it has only been around 15 minutes. He's received other tapes too, but this one-
Fuck. He's not meeting with Kira. He refuses. Returning the tapes to everyone else is gonna suck enough as is, but Kira-
No.
He doesn't even really know where Kira lives, but he's not meeting with him. The box, however, does give him an idea. He grabs the tape, shoves it carelessly into the box- he needs to get out anyway, he can't fucking stay here right now. He needs to- he needs to do something. The images of his mom flit through his mind and FUCK-
He can't cry, but he can scream, and he can mistreat boxes that contain tapes. By the end, the box is more like a sad heap of cardboard forcibly ducktaped to the tape in question, and if he had a throat to feel raw, it probably would. He carries it with him as he goes out, angry footsteps echoing through Inaba. When he arrives in the Velvet Room, neither Igor nor his attendants are there- probably for the best, because despite getting his ass kicked earlier, he's not sure he could hold back from trying to fight them.
He throws the box down near the conspiracy board, glaring at it, before he pulls up the network.
"Your tape is in the Velvet Room. Stay the fuck away from me, Kira, you body-snatching piece of shit."
With that, he storms out once more, the image of his mother's dead body still on his mind, mixing with the grim details of Kira's tape into a cocktail of horror and fury.
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He knew it. He fucking knew this asshole was bad news, and the tape he just watched confirmed all his suspicions. Noble as his intentions may have been at first- saving people- he can take over people's bodies. He can control them by having their picture, he fucking knew it.
If the end of the tape was anything to go by... those noble intentions didn't last very long. If they ever truly were noble to begin with.
Selfish, manipulative asshole. Falcon fucking knew it.
He fumes as he looks at the perfectly fine tape, despite breaking it in two moments ago. He tried throwing it out, but it just reappeared, just like the message earlier said. He needs to return it, apparently.
Fuck. He is not meeting with that piece of shit.
He's briefly distracted when the doorbell rings, and when he opens, it's a package for him. And inside...
One of his own tapes, and at the bottom of the box: Just destroy it. No point in checking.
------
Falcon, of course, checks anyway. He doesn't know who sent this package, but he needs to know what they saw-
He almost agrees with the message. He almost wishes he hadn't.
He's horribly, unnaturally still by the time the tape ends, his fans loudly blowing air as he- fuck, he doesn't know- he's- he hates this. He hates this. He wants to fucking cry, and scream, and-
His mom. His mom.
Why this memory? Why, why, why would they unearth- why would they fucking-
A horrible, glitchy noise leaves his throat, his fingers digging into his arms- hard enough that he can hear the metal protesting and whining. He hates this fucking place. He hates it so much. He's going to kill Shido, everyone in the conspiracy, and Igor and his guard dogs.
Someone saw this. And he doesn't even know who it was.
------
He doesn't move for a very, very long time after that. His mind keeps spinning and spinning and spinning, catching itself in a neverending loop of fury, of horror, terror, every negative emotion he is capable of feeling.
His eyes snap towards Kira's tape after what could either be minutes, or hours. It feels like hours- but his internal clock tells him it has only been around 15 minutes. He's received other tapes too, but this one-
Fuck. He's not meeting with Kira. He refuses. Returning the tapes to everyone else is gonna suck enough as is, but Kira-
No.
He doesn't even really know where Kira lives, but he's not meeting with him. The box, however, does give him an idea. He grabs the tape, shoves it carelessly into the box- he needs to get out anyway, he can't fucking stay here right now. He needs to- he needs to do something. The images of his mom flit through his mind and FUCK-
He can't cry, but he can scream, and he can mistreat boxes that contain tapes. By the end, the box is more like a sad heap of cardboard forcibly ducktaped to the tape in question, and if he had a throat to feel raw, it probably would. He carries it with him as he goes out, angry footsteps echoing through Inaba. When he arrives in the Velvet Room, neither Igor nor his attendants are there- probably for the best, because despite getting his ass kicked earlier, he's not sure he could hold back from trying to fight them.
He throws the box down near the conspiracy board, glaring at it, before he pulls up the network.
"Your tape is in the Velvet Room. Stay the fuck away from me, Kira, you body-snatching piece of shit."
With that, he storms out once more, the image of his mother's dead body still on his mind, mixing with the grim details of Kira's tape into a cocktail of horror and fury.