The sound crashes through the room like a hammer against glass.
Standing there is Maruki.
Or, at least, a cognition of him.
The figure in the doorway is glitching, shimmering in and out of focus as though the very fabric of his being can’t decide what it’s supposed to look like. His face is twisted in fury, sharp features barely holding together as he storms forward, teeth gritted, his coat flaring behind him.
The Akiren-cognition—Azathoth—pauses, tilting his head at the intrusion with mild curiosity. “Oh?”
Maruki doesn’t waste a second. His voice, ragged and furious, tears through the room.
“This is still my damn maze you built yourself on, dipshit.”
The figure across from Kou—Azathoth—actually raises a brow at that, as though offended. He doesn’t move, but the temperature in the room drops several degrees, and the shadows at his feet grow darker, deeper.
Maruki ignores it. He turns sharply toward Kou, his glitching form straining against itself, voice sharp and urgent.
“Run.”
He tries to grasp at his shoulder so that he can shove - only to find his hand phasing right through his body and instead landing on the sofa instead. He releases a growl in frustration as he turns away from him and kicks the damn coffee table at the center. It quite literally bounces off the floor, as if its made of literal air before its shattering like glass. His brown eyes glint with an idea and how he saw how Corvus couldn't get up from his seat earlier. Azathoth can't replicate reality the way Maruki envisions it. Of course it fucking can't. He's the human here.
“Get through that door—try to get out of Shujin while you still can!" He phases right through Kou- grabbing the couch and pushing it away as it collides onto the wall with the prisoner clothes still clinging onto him (he has no idea what this memory is but he can ask plenty of questions to himself later). "Don't stay in one place for too long!”
“You think you can stop me?” His voice distorts now, echoes layering over each other, almost incomprehensible. Almost.
The room shakes. Cracks splinter across the walls. The cameras in the corners pop and fizzle, sparks raining down like embers.
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The sound crashes through the room like a hammer against glass.
Standing there is Maruki.
Or, at least, a cognition of him.
The figure in the doorway is glitching, shimmering in and out of focus as though the very fabric of his being can’t decide what it’s supposed to look like. His face is twisted in fury, sharp features barely holding together as he storms forward, teeth gritted, his coat flaring behind him.
The Akiren-cognition—Azathoth—pauses, tilting his head at the intrusion with mild curiosity. “Oh?”
Maruki doesn’t waste a second. His voice, ragged and furious, tears through the room.
“This is still my damn maze you built yourself on, dipshit.”
The figure across from Kou—Azathoth—actually raises a brow at that, as though offended. He doesn’t move, but the temperature in the room drops several degrees, and the shadows at his feet grow darker, deeper.
Maruki ignores it. He turns sharply toward Kou, his glitching form straining against itself, voice sharp and urgent.
“Run.”
He tries to grasp at his shoulder so that he can shove - only to find his hand phasing right through his body and instead landing on the sofa instead. He releases a growl in frustration as he turns away from him and kicks the damn coffee table at the center. It quite literally bounces off the floor, as if its made of literal air before its shattering like glass. His brown eyes glint with an idea and how he saw how Corvus couldn't get up from his seat earlier.
Azathoth can't replicate reality the way Maruki envisions it. Of course it fucking can't. He's the human here.
“Get through that door—try to get out of Shujin while you still can!" He phases right through Kou- grabbing the couch and pushing it away as it collides onto the wall with the prisoner clothes still clinging onto him (he has no idea what this memory is but he can ask plenty of questions to himself later). "Don't stay in one place for too long!”
The room shakes. Cracks splinter across the walls. The cameras in the corners pop and fizzle, sparks raining down like embers.