Prepare a distraction. Throw the grenade at the thing which has Akechi's face and skedaddle then somehow convince Corvus to highfive you because apparently that's a very integral part of their little escape.
Yeah. Seemed convincing enough, right?
Well, that didn't matter in the long run, did it?
None of it ever did.
Subject 5...where has he heard it before?
The momentary headache that spikes through his head is his undoing because he can't even begin to fathom the ends of his own peril and the time when he hears a loud sickening crack- of bones that echo into the pitiless void that it- nearly stunts Akira. If he weren't so fucking used to being on the other side of a gun held in a gloved hand or watching the light fade out from those carmine eyes- he would have been rendered motionless.
"NO-! CORVUS-!" He screams as he thrashes against the clutch of the tentacle wrapped around his ankle. As he practically shakes in its hold, the world shifts as he swings and for a moment he swears he sees the flash of the fucking universe itself and then- a flash of something else. Dark sterile walls. An exploding planet.
None of it seems to matter when one of the tentacles ease in at Corvu's blatant shove and he finds himself falling or moving erratically.
He catches himself at the last moment as he falls to the ground and rolls out on said ground. The tendrils under his palm hiss as he tries to stabilize himself- his dark disshelved bangs laced in sweat as he finds Corvus struggling against the cognition. The tape.
The grenade.
Akira looks down at the grenade in his left hand. He could easily put an end to this madness but Corvus won't be able to get away on time.
He gulps as he looks up, a second delay before he's sprinting at him.
But instead of committing to the desired act of pulling away at the pin with his teeth and probably setting off a trap that could essentially kill both the cognitive Goro and Corvus, he shoves the grenade into his mouth and goes for the whip tucked next to him. It spreads out- lashes- curls around the struggling forms of Corvus and "Goro" and Kira connects his hands in a loud resounding CLAP!
He manifests right before Kou- his teeth still holding onto the body of the grenade as his boots would barely appear before the other's struggling position.
Without another second wasted, he cracks the whip again. This time hurling it like a rope as he forces the end of the whip, the default camera position which displays the fast propelling footage all too perfectly flickering into place as the cognitive Goro's back flashes on the camera of his watch.
Akira's eyes flare bright gold.
CLAP!!
He wraps his arms around the cognitive Goro- pulling him back for Kou to get away.
"Ah-! You brats! You-" BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Akira keeps pressing the trigger of his gun, shoving the barrel even further into "Goro's" back as every bit of play switches into cruel cold murder. The tentacles lurch out as Akira keeps weakening its source. It commands the damn tentacles. The Akechi doesn't even get to lift his hand as Akira empties out the whole round.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Until he needs to reload.
He isn't done.
Swerving around the cognition, he tosses away the gun at Kou's direction and uses his now free hand, breathing hard as he took the grenade from his mouth and shoved it into the cognition’s face.
“Stay dead this time,” he hissed, wrenching the spoon free.
The grenade sank into the writhing mass as Akira spun on his heel, snapping his whip. It melts into tentacles- a silent golden eye manifesting in that void as Akira releases a gasp but pulls at the spoon at the last minute.
He cracks his whips again. Takes a look at his watch. CLAP!
The explosion triggers.
BOOM.
The explosion rocked the maze, fire and smoke engulfing the cognition. Akira reappeared meters away, slamming into the ground with a gasp as he coughed up blood. His body screamed in protest, his limbs trembling with exhaustion, but he forced himself upright, fumbling for the Bead in his pocket.
The glowing magical item radiated faint warmth in his hand. He hesitated, glancing at Corvus, who clutched his tape with one arm hanging uselessly at his side.
You’re running out of juice. You’ve got one Bead left after this. But Corvus—he’s hurt bad.
With a frustrated growl, Akira hurled the Bead toward Corvus. “Take it! Don’t argue—just keep moving!”
"Takutooooo...I need...more powerrrr!"
The maze shook like they were in a damn earthquake.
He vaguely remembers the words from the journals he had found earlier. "This maze—it's using power. It needs a source!"
As if to punctuate his words, the walls pulsed an ominous red. Akira turned sharply, eyes narrowing as a glitchy white text began to spread across the grid.
Stop process!
The words rippled, twisting into jagged shapes that blinked and jittered unnaturally.
The message multiplied, spiraling out of control, blanketing the maze’s walls. Akira could feel the static charge in the air, like a storm about to break.
The letters twisted and warped into unsettling, jagged shapes, multiplying until they covered every visible surface. But this time, the grid beneath Akira’s feet began to glow.
Red light spread outward, veins of energy snaking toward him like a predator honing in on its prey. His eyes widened in horror as the glow intensified, the maze itself breathing as it latched onto him.
“Oh no,” Akira whispered, the words barely audible over the crackling energy.
The text changed.
F҉i҉n҉d҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉n҉e҉w҉ ҉c҉l҉i҉e҉n҉t҉.҉.҉.
The words spiraled downward into a singular point—beneath Akira. The glow beneath him surged brighter, and walls began to build around him, fast and furious, like an unrelenting storm.
“Corvus!” Akira screamed, the maze shifting wildly as concentrated tentacles surged toward them, thick and barbed. “Don’t stay still!”
The tentacles slammed down between them with brutal force, tearing through the grid like a blade. Akira dove to the side as another mass shot toward him, slamming into the ground where he’d been standing moments before.
He looks up, finding a concentrated wall of pulsing green facing him.
"SHIT!" Because of course. "I KNOW A WAY OUT! I WILL TRY TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO YOU!"
no subject
Prepare a distraction. Throw the grenade at the thing which has Akechi's face and skedaddle then somehow convince Corvus to highfive you because apparently that's a very integral part of their little escape.
Yeah. Seemed convincing enough, right?
Well, that didn't matter in the long run, did it?
None of it ever did.
Subject 5...where has he heard it before?
The momentary headache that spikes through his head is his undoing because he can't even begin to fathom the ends of his own peril and the time when he hears a loud sickening crack- of bones that echo into the pitiless void that it- nearly stunts Akira. If he weren't so fucking used to being on the other side of a gun held in a gloved hand or watching the light fade out from those carmine eyes- he would have been rendered motionless.
"NO-! CORVUS-!" He screams as he thrashes against the clutch of the tentacle wrapped around his ankle. As he practically shakes in its hold, the world shifts as he swings and for a moment he swears he sees the flash of the fucking universe itself and then- a flash of something else.
Dark sterile walls. An exploding planet.
None of it seems to matter when one of the tentacles ease in at Corvu's blatant shove and he finds himself falling or moving erratically.
He catches himself at the last moment as he falls to the ground and rolls out on said ground. The tendrils under his palm hiss as he tries to stabilize himself- his dark disshelved bangs laced in sweat as he finds Corvus struggling against the cognition. The tape.
The grenade.
Akira looks down at the grenade in his left hand. He could easily put an end to this madness but Corvus won't be able to get away on time.
He gulps as he looks up, a second delay before he's sprinting at him.
But instead of committing to the desired act of pulling away at the pin with his teeth and probably setting off a trap that could essentially kill both the cognitive Goro and Corvus, he shoves the grenade into his mouth and goes for the whip tucked next to him. It spreads out- lashes- curls around the struggling forms of Corvus and "Goro" and Kira connects his hands in a loud resounding CLAP!
He manifests right before Kou- his teeth still holding onto the body of the grenade as his boots would barely appear before the other's struggling position.
Without another second wasted, he cracks the whip again. This time hurling it like a rope as he forces the end of the whip, the default camera position which displays the fast propelling footage all too perfectly flickering into place as the cognitive Goro's back flashes on the camera of his watch.
Akira's eyes flare bright gold.
CLAP!!
He wraps his arms around the cognitive Goro- pulling him back for Kou to get away.
"Ah-! You brats! You-" BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Akira keeps pressing the trigger of his gun, shoving the barrel even further into "Goro's" back as every bit of play switches into cruel cold murder. The tentacles lurch out as Akira keeps weakening its source. It commands the damn tentacles. The Akechi doesn't even get to lift his hand as Akira empties out the whole round.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Until he needs to reload.
He isn't done.
Swerving around the cognition, he tosses away the gun at Kou's direction and uses his now free hand, breathing hard as he took the grenade from his mouth and shoved it into the cognition’s face.
“Stay dead this time,” he hissed, wrenching the spoon free.
The grenade sank into the writhing mass as Akira spun on his heel, snapping his whip. It melts into tentacles- a silent golden eye manifesting in that void as Akira releases a gasp but pulls at the spoon at the last minute.
He cracks his whips again. Takes a look at his watch. CLAP!
The explosion triggers.
BOOM.
The explosion rocked the maze, fire and smoke engulfing the cognition. Akira reappeared meters away, slamming into the ground with a gasp as he coughed up blood. His body screamed in protest, his limbs trembling with exhaustion, but he forced himself upright, fumbling for the Bead in his pocket.
The glowing magical item radiated faint warmth in his hand. He hesitated, glancing at Corvus, who clutched his tape with one arm hanging uselessly at his side.
You’re running out of juice. You’ve got one Bead left after this. But Corvus—he’s hurt bad.
With a frustrated growl, Akira hurled the Bead toward Corvus. “Take it! Don’t argue—just keep moving!”
The maze shook like they were in a damn earthquake.
He vaguely remembers the words from the journals he had found earlier. "This maze—it's using power. It needs a source!"
As if to punctuate his words, the walls pulsed an ominous red. Akira turned sharply, eyes narrowing as a glitchy white text began to spread across the grid.
Stop process!
The words rippled, twisting into jagged shapes that blinked and jittered unnaturally.
Stop process!
Ș̵̘̈́́͠T̵̨̹̤̠̉͑̂̀͐ͅO̶̬͚͑͐P̴̳̹̍͗͝͝ͅ ̵͍͂̓͑ͅP̶̛̬̘̝̦̺͒̋͐͜͝͝R̵͉̤̩̈́̉́̍͋͂͘O̶̢͓̼̽̍͂͛͛͝͝C̵̡̲̘͕͉̹̔͑͛̀̚Ẻ̷̢̢̛̜̖̍̏͐S̷̹͓̬̯͉̀̎͌͌͋̆̋̎͠S̵̜̤̗̝̝͇̓͂͂̊͘?̴̛̝͓̈͘
The message multiplied, spiraling out of control, blanketing the maze’s walls. Akira could feel the static charge in the air, like a storm about to break.
The letters twisted and warped into unsettling, jagged shapes, multiplying until they covered every visible surface. But this time, the grid beneath Akira’s feet began to glow.
Red light spread outward, veins of energy snaking toward him like a predator honing in on its prey. His eyes widened in horror as the glow intensified, the maze itself breathing as it latched onto him.
“Oh no,” Akira whispered, the words barely audible over the crackling energy.
The text changed.
F҉i҉n҉d҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉n҉e҉w҉ ҉c҉l҉i҉e҉n҉t҉.҉.҉.
The words spiraled downward into a singular point—beneath Akira. The glow beneath him surged brighter, and walls began to build around him, fast and furious, like an unrelenting storm.
“Corvus!” Akira screamed, the maze shifting wildly as concentrated tentacles surged toward them, thick and barbed. “Don’t stay still!”
The tentacles slammed down between them with brutal force, tearing through the grid like a blade. Akira dove to the side as another mass shot toward him, slamming into the ground where he’d been standing moments before.
He looks up, finding a concentrated wall of pulsing green facing him.
"SHIT!" Because of course. "I KNOW A WAY OUT! I WILL TRY TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO YOU!"