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[EVENT] Memory Tapes
On the morning of November 21st, denizens in the Velvet Room will awake to a message on their phones or by their bedsides in an envelope. Perhaps even on their computer screens.
Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community.
In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment.
Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.
They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.
What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.
[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]
Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community.
In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment.
Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.
They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.
What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.
[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]
Re: Locked and super private to mirrorkechi
do you realize how concerning that sounds even with the context? Regardless I don’t mind deleting the post though I am curious as to why.
I digress. Do you know where Penguin Sniper is beyond the Tokyo door? Unless you are busy I can meet you there in about an hour
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Even if he did push his luck with Falcon, he doesn't want a repeat of that.
Ah.
Penguin sniper.
Trust me I would teleport to your place rnSounds good! An hour from now!He winces- looking through another reply from...shit. He knows him. That Ren. The profile is a match.
Oh well. That is future Kira's problem.
We can play billiards or darts or smth. I promise its not as terrible as it sounds.
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I can still delete the post if you wish though it appears it’s already been seen. Apologies for the attention this has drawn. I wasn’t aware this was a big deal
It’s time travel, I mean of course it’s a little bit of a big deal.
But if it’s already been seen then rumors can spread and… yeah
TW: suicidal thoughts
Lucky me.
His heart pangs in his chest- sheer panic building up within his nerves as he looks at the comments now spewing through this Akechi's comment and he half wishes that people could die so that he could shoot himself in the head again.
Just delete the post. Please.
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very well, I’ll do so. I’ll see you in an hour
If anyone else were to look after this point they’d see that his original post is now deleted.
Penguin Sniper
Akira has grown restless from standing here for the past 30 minutes.
Its strange...how slow time goes when he waits but when he seeks for it- it slips right through his fingers. The same way this place has been treating him for the past 2 to 3 months of actual hell- his hands jerking as he gets rid of the cast but keeps the bandage wrapped around his arm- concealing his hidden shield just in case things get dicey.
As they always did.
He doesn't want to look at the network or the fire it has been seemingly engulfed in. Honestly he has half a mind to shoot this Akechi and several others in the network for blatantly announcing the contents in the tape. Just what the hell were they thinking?
Memories are everything to a person and now...
Ugh.
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This whole situation frustrates him to no end, confuses him more, and he hasn’t even brought up the contents of this tape because literally genuinely what the FUCK even was that!?
Deep breaths Goro, if you go in demanding answers who knows what this Akira could do. Play it by ear, and keep vigilant.
Not like he hasn’t done this before… think of this like an negotiation with a hostile shadow, or a sleazy business man. Although the time traveler is definitely a first.
Akechi steps into Penguin Sniper, and doesn’t take too long locating Kira, he’s at least gotten good at distinguishing the cognitions from real people by now. So of course, he approaches, he doesn’t have his full detective Prince persona in place because frankly, he does not have the fucking patience for this, but he’s not about to approach this situation hostile either.
So placating it is.
“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” He greets, “Akira, right? I’m here to return your tape.”
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Akechi can easily spot him there as the machine beams with excitement- congratulating the player for clearing the round. A bored expression settles down on his face as he sighs- fiddling with his hair before he hears deliberate footsteps behind him.
Didn't have to wait too long? Psh. He's been on edge ever since he saw the text.
He levels him a stare as he refers to him by his name- a name that had seemingly already started a controversy in the network. "Kira, yes." He nods with a set jaw. "Its been quite a morning so I have been here for a while. No blame on you except..."
"What the hell was that man?" He turns around- now narrowing his eyes at him with annoyance and irritation. "Why did you just announce everything to the rest of the world?"
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He frowns a bit, then sighs.
“I apologize for that, but in my defense I wasn’t aware that the-“ he pauses, “your ability, was unique, or otherwise not something already known. I’ve heard about a robotic version of me, a few that are children, and at least one who isn’t human. I’m sorry for not understanding the lines here” he sighs, pinching his nose in frustration.
“The post is deleted, and I’m certainly not about to share the content of this tape with anyone else. I’m mot sure I’d be believed Anyways.” god seriously what was even going on, time travel, possession?? Some sort of god???
What the hell is going on in Kira’s world? Does he even want to know?
He sets his attaché case on a stool, and does note the perfect score in darts.
…
Fucking time travel.
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His expression solemned as he watched the Akechi not explode back on him or start throwing questions at him right away. So one of the saner ones, or perhaps his princely mask was set in place here. He's usually down with dealing with an explosive Akechi here and there but he just needs things to be slow for once.
That doesn't mean he believes him still but he lets his hunched shoulders relax. "Ha, this place does have its charm for putting perspective into things. Alternate dimensions, possible what ifs- something out of a Deadpool movie really."
"Seems like my past blew you away. Trust me, I had no idea how different life is for others in the other timelines- er dimensions?" The corner of his lips quirk up before he sighs. "Doesn’t stop some of them from being paranoid. They will try throwing you under the bus. Question the hell out of you. Imprison you- like Igor has." He looked elsewhere, his eyes glassy and lost for a moment before he looks back at Mockingbird with a glint.
"Is my tape in that attache case?"
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And frankly he’s trying to gauge Kira’s reaction, if he’d just shut down that line of questioning or run, or worse, try and fight him just to avoid talking.
There’s too many unknowns, so it’s safer to be civil.
Especially if this guy can time travel, he wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t know where the lines are.
He chuckles dryly. “Yes that’s one way to phrase my reaction to the tape.” Really underselling it here. “I’m stating to think I’ve been tossed into a really bad crossover episode.” Not even the fun ones where the writers knows this is a dumb premise but good around with it.
He’s fucking stressed!!!
“…yes, I suppose your concerns are warranted. I can’t imagine being kept in a confined space would help in that regard either” nothings worse for paranoia then locking people who you can’t trust in a room together.
But right, back to business.
“Indeed it is. Felt safer that way” he doesn’t know what would happen if the tape got damaged and frankly, does not want to be the one to find out!
But anyways, he reaches over to unlatch the case, popping it open. And low and behold there’s the tape itself! Sitting on top of the notebooks and papers already stuffed in there. There’s probably more in there but good luck convincing akechi to let you snoop around in his stuff.
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"I will figure out how to deal with it." He always does- living with the consequences of his own actions and the foolishness of others being thrown into the equation of a potential future that constantly changes in his own hand.
Safer, huh?
This Akechi is seemingly different from others. His own, even from a different dimension- shared countless similarities and tragedies with the other Akechi’s here however this one- has it different.
Offering a small grin, he follows to where Akechi (who's codename he hasn't asked yet) pops open the case on the stool- vaguely remembering how he used to bring his cat over and let him lounge there in a bag because Akechi didn't want them to get kicked out because of a pet.
He finds his tape there and for a moment he stills- as if he’s being told to swallow the poison sitting away, poetically, in Akechi’s classic attache case. For a moment he doesn't even look at the notebooks, until his focus falls on a report dated in April. The train incident. He reaches for the tape and pulls it against the stack of notebooks- "accidently" knocking over a small pocket planner that falls from the case-
-only for Akira to catch it in his hand before it could fall to the ground. The months peak away from it in the small tags poking out from the pages, withered till march but fresh from may. His judgement was right.
"Sorry," he places it back into the stack and closes the attache. This Akechi doesn’t even know an Akira, potentially. They don't meet until late april.
"...what did you see in my tape?" He slowly asks, looking back at him while holding the tape as if Akechi just handed him a suicide pill.
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He’s not sorry that it’s out there now, from the sounds of it this was going to happen eventually, he just happened to be the one to topple the first domino.
How fun…
He eyes Kira when he ‘accidentally’ knocks over his planner. Had this been anyone else he might have accepted this as just a fumble.
But he’s seen the tape, this kira has a knack for investigating.
He better tread carefully.
“It’s no trouble” he smiles though its sharp at the edges.
“Though if you wanted to find out more about me you could always ask me directly.” He glares at kira a moment, “or at least wait till I’m not looking before you start snooping. He’s mostly just annoyed. But he’s willing to let that drop, for now.
But right, the tape’s contents, oh boy. Akechi crosses his arms.
“Well, you looked to be investigating something, and then it tied into Wakaba…” he tries to smother down any hesitance at using her name, “and that’s when the time travel happened, I believe you were trying to save her? Frankly I didn’t fully understand it, and rewatching a memory of someone else just to analyze it felt far too invasive”… not that he didn’t consider it, but frankly that’s a headache he doesn’t have the patience for.
“… and then there was what I can only assume is possession, and beyond that…” his akechi died, and then he did, and he can only assume killed by something that called that whole thing a game.
Christ almighty what is this Akira’s world like?
And he felt really unsettled seeing Futaba like that.
“…I’m assuming you know which memory I’m speaking of at this point, yes? I’d rather not go on” it’s hard to hide his confusion and annoyance in his tone by now, voice a little to harsh for a detective Prince, not sharp enough for a fully mask off Akechi. But screw it he is frustrated! What the hell is all this about a game? What the hell is akira and his akechi up against?
And what does it mean for him if some sort of god behind the scenes is a universal constant?
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But the gears in his mind was already turning.
He shuts the case close and raises his hands in mock surrender- letting him know he isn't planning to poke more.
But what does this mean?
Having someone this early from the usual timeline- wouldn't that prove to be dangerous if by some potential off chance- this Akechi leaves with memories retained? Advice from Akechis and Akiras (or Rens) from the future...
That line of thought halts as Akechi goes more into the contents of the tape.
Akira grows quiet. The amusement dies as a slow breath heaves through his lips- downturned as he mentioned Wakaba. Futaba's mother. The bright scientist wronged by the hands of Masayoshi Shido. "Huh." Trying to save her. It had all started with that, didn't it? The first time Akira tried to rectify his mistakes. The possession. Dread crawled within his skin as he clutches himself tighter- the tape now tucked into his chest.
He's grown fully quiet. Mind trapped within the boundaries of the tape with Akechi's voice echoing distantly.
"The original timeline, yeah," he answers after a long time- chuckling to himself as he balls his fist and grits his teeth. "Of course. Yeah. The red eyes." He watched it all. The twist was that instead of Yaldaboath killing him, he tried to kill Futaba in her own body. Like Wakaba. A sick fucking thing to do and all this time- in all these timelines he's fighting against a wild force like him while making up to Akechi's rule for living with the consequences of the present.
"...excuse me for a bit," he finally says after a long time and if Akechi did speak in between he doesn't answer him. His fingers creak into the tape- force tad bit stronger than normal.
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Really, even Hannei is sneakier than that… then again he had some foresight, he might not have noticed if he wasn’t looking.
But he’s patient as he waits for Kira to respond, keeping an eye on his reactions, what this memory might mean to him.
“Original timeline-“ oh but he doesn’t get to finish that question as Kira excuses himself.
…
He can’t force him to stay here, he’d be a hypocrite to deny him that. “Take your time…” he says instead. And resolves to wait.
…
Fuck he’s going to have to look into the possibility of some god involved behind the scenes isn’t he? Fuck, shit, Damnit.
Maybe they both need a minute to process.
If this fucking place keeps throwing curveballs his way Akechi might start breaking shit.
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With that, he turns away and quite literally power walks to the door of the washroom. He needs to see what the tape truly contained or how much of his powers had been blatantly exposed to the public. He doesn't trust Akechi's words for even a second- if he's coerced enough he might spill everything he knows.
Akira hunches over in the cramped washroom stall, knees nearly brushing the door as he balances the makeshift cassette converter on his phone. The device whirs softly, the screen flickering to life with a grainy image. His heart pounds in his chest as he braces himself, his fingers trembling slightly as they tap the screen.
Play.
The tape begins. The footage is warped but clear enough, showing flashes of a world he remembers yet doesn't. There’s Wakaba, her bright smile framed by her iconic glasses. For a moment, it’s almost too much—too raw—to see her like this, alive and full of light. Then the timeline spirals, unraveling into chaos.
Futaba’s screams. His own panicked voice. The sickening sight of Wakaba collapsing, over and over, her fragile body crumpling under an unbearable weight. The flicker of possession.
The screen glitches, static overtaking the image.
"So desperate to save what you have left, trickster?"
They fought. It’s a desperate fight, one where he’s holding back every strike, every swing, terrified of what might happen if he lets loose. Her movements are erratic, violent, and he sees flashes of the real Futaba struggling underneath the surface—her body jerking as if trying to wrestle control from the god using her like a puppet.
It doesn’t matter how many times he tells himself it wasn’t her fault. It doesn’t matter that he knows it was Yaldaboath pulling the strings.
The memory is etched into his mind. Every hit he landed on her was still him hitting Futaba even if it was for the sake of defending her or getting rid of the knife in her hands.
The police burst in. They saw him crouched over her, the knife he held that held Akechi's blood, her body bruised and battered as she came back to consciousness- horrified by what had happened as she begged Akira for answers. No explanation would ever suffice.
Akira squeezes his eyes shut, but the images only become sharper. He sees Goro’s bloodied hand twitch once before going still, Futaba’s body jerking unnaturally under Yaldaboath’s control, and the echoes of his own helpless screams bouncing in his skull.
His breaths grow shorter, faster, and he doesn’t even realize his hands are trembling until the phone slips from his grip, clattering against the floor.
And then, there it is. The laughter.
That damned laughter.
It starts low, a rumbling chuckle that crawls up his spine, but it grows louder, more insidious, as though it’s coming from inside his head.
His nails dig into his palms hard enough to draw blood as the voice mocks him, relentless and cruel.
Futaba’s body, twisting unnaturally as Yaldaboath pulled the strings.
The knife in her hand, raised high.
Goro’s body, crumpling forward, blood pooling around him as the light left his eyes.
His stomach twists. The metallic tang of blood fills his senses, though he knows it’s not real—it’s memory. Memory clawing its way to the forefront, drowning him.
And still, the laughter.
The knife flashes again in his mind, plunging into Goro’s chest, the way his breath rattled before stopping entirely. The blood soaking into the floorboards. Futaba’s small hand clutching the knife.
He snaps.
The gun is in his hand before he even realizes it. The sharp, metallic click of the safety being flicked off cuts through the oppressive silence like a razor.
Bang!
The first shot cracks the oppressive silence, slamming into the stall wall. The impact leaves a clean hole, fragments of tile cascading onto the floor.
Bang! Bang!
Two more follow in quick succession, ringing out like desperate screams in the cramped space. Dust and debris scatter, but Akira doesn’t stop.
The laughter doesn’t stop.
He grits his teeth, his vision narrowing, and fires again.
Bang! Bang!
The stall shakes under the force, cracks spidering across the wall where the bullets hit. His breaths are shallow, uneven, but the oppressive weight in his chest eases just slightly as the gun lowers.
His phone is still intact, clenched tightly in his other hand. Despite the chaos of his breakdown, he never let it go. Akira isn’t the type to destroy his tools—not even in the depths of his panic. His functionality is an armor, even when it shouldn’t be.
But the laughter lingers, faint and mocking, and his grip on the phone tightens further. His free hand lifts, running through his hair as he sinks to the ground, his back sliding down the stall wall until he’s sitting.
His hands press against his temples as he tries to will the images away, but they linger, vivid and unrelenting.
And then, faintly, the laughter fades, replaced by something worse. Silence.
He looks down at the ruined tape on the floor- shards of plastic and circuitry scattered like confetti, the fragments digging into his palm. His grip tightens as his lips press into a thin line, his teeth grinding together.
...
He exhales shakily, sliding the gun back into its holster as he steadies himself. His fingers swipe at the phone’s screen. The image of the tape’s end stares back at him—his own face reflected in black, red streaks from the recording burned into the edges.
The silence returns, broken only by the sound of his breath slowly evening out.
Akira stares at the phone for a long moment before finally tucking it away. He pushes himself to his feet, his legs steady despite the hollow ache in his chest. The resolve hardens in his eyes as he fixes his hood and adjusts his sunglasses.
He steps out of the stall with quiet purpose, leaving behind the bullet-riddled walls as he walks out.
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By the time he strides back into the main room, the tension in his shoulders is gone, replaced with a loose, easy gait.
And the grin. Oh, that grin—wide, charming, just the right mix of cocky and playful. It stretches across his face like it belongs there, and for all intents and purposes, it does.
“Man, public restrooms, huh?” Akira announces with a laugh, hands shoved casually into his hoodie pockets as he approaches Akechi. “They’re always so… hit or miss. Guess this one was more ‘miss.’”
He throws himself onto a nearby bar stool placed just a few metres away from where the dart stations were, legs sprawling out like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It’s a casual display, perfectly executed—except for the faint smell of gunpowder clinging to his clothes.
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And then he hears the gunshots and decides, yep, he would not have been able to handle whatever crisis he’s having.
He should probably just leave, especially if Kira has a gun on him, but he stays rooted in place. The possibility of more information outweighs the risks of obtaining it.
And if he can get one over on Shido…
He’ll just have to be careful not to piss kira off enough to get shot.
Eventually Kira returns, acting like whatever happened in the restroom didn’t, and decides not to press.
He’s getting the impression that Kira might firmly be in the ‘too many loops’ part of a time loop story… which is a bit troubling to consider.
So instead he just shakes his head.
“We all have our moments” is what he responds with, because frankly, he isn’t immune to rash violence as a form of coping.
…so unless Kira volunteers the information he just won’t ask for the time being.
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“Huh,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for Akechi to catch. He chuckles, more to himself than anyone else, his hands still tucked casually into his hoodie pockets. “You are actually staying.”
He doesn’t elaborate on the statement, doesn’t prod or demand an explanation. Instead, he lets the silence stretch just long enough to feel weighty before breaking it with a low laugh. “Makes sense I guess- you arrived from April. You are yet to run into me...if there is a version of me in your world."
His gaze slides across the room, landing on the dartboard mounted on the wall. His expression shifts, a flicker of mischief lighting up his features.
He gestures at the dartboard with a tilt of his head, his grin widening. “So,” he begins, his tone light and playful, "Wanna play darts?"
Akira’s grin widens, his voice dropping to a teasing lilt with his hands raised up. “Promise I won’t shoot the board.”
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He lets the silence stand.
And when Kira does speak, he shrugs. “That’d be correct, I haven’t had the… pleasure of becoming acquainted with the Akira or Ren from my world.” It’ll be nice to know what name to use that’s for sure. “I’ve no reason to believe there isn’t one. We just haven’t met yet… and if this universal constant is upheld we inevitably will” He just feels like there’d be more drastically different if there wasn’t. He’s still a little miffed Kira didn’t just ask him for that information directly but, fine, he’ll let it slide.
And then Kira asks if he wants to play darts. He blinks in surprise a moment, considering the offer.
You know what? Why not. He does still want to ask a few questions, for his own curiosities sake.
And considering the fucking ride he’s been on today throwing sharp objects at a board sounds like great stress relief.
“Sure, I’m up for a few games” he smirks a bit in a silent challenge, “though be aware, I only play 701” why not? He’s up for a challenge. And he did notice how well Kira was playing when he arrived. So screw it why not?
Mockingbird actually snorts at Kira’s last comment, “I’d hope not, it’d be difficult to play with the dart board full of bullet holes”
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Well. Everything.
"Do you?" He raises a brow at Akechi's "warning" and for a moment he wonders if he even realizes who he was challenging. "Go easy on me then, please." He grins- knowing that it will just further fuel the Akechi to rub his face to the ground in some way of showing himself off before actually going easy on him. Always going for the Bullseye, taking no more than five to ten seconds to land his mark and only messing up when Akira was messing with him. The perfect recipe for disaster.
Akira strolls up to the dartboard, picking up the set of darts with a casual air, though his sharp eyes betray a flicker of anticipation. He spins one dart lazily between his fingers as he turns back to Akechi. He doesn’t seem fazed. He’s grinning wide, the type of grin that says he’s walking straight into a storm—and enjoying every second of it.
He hands the darts to Akechi, the gesture smooth and deliberate, as though relinquishing control in a game he’s already planning to upend.
“Alright, Akechi-san,” he says, putting just enough emphasis on the name to make it sound like both a compliment and a jab. “You’re up first. Show me what you’ve got.”
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And oh boy Kira’s taunt works. He’s aware he’s probably being goaded, but screw it he’s a competitive little shit! He gives a competitive smirk as he accepts the darts.
“Of course, of course” he keeps his tone pleasant but the slight twitch in his smile means he acknowledged the jab. ‘go easy on me’ he says, like Kira isn’t the one with objectively more time to practice between the two. But akechi will give it his all. Maybe he can surprise the time traveler yet!
Which is an objectively ridiculous sentence he thinks but screw it better to just roll with the weirdness in this place.
Akechi steps up to the line and readies his aim.
And of course, he hits the bullseye on all his throws. Not perfect shots, mind you, but he’s consistent and that’s what matters to him. After his turn he looks to Kira and smirks.
“Don’t hold back on my account.” He says with a overly sweet cadence that makes it pretty clear he’s exaggerating. But the meaning is there, he will be insulted if Kira tries to ‘let akechi win’ he wants to see just how skilled this time traveler is.
And maybe it’s because he’s competitive more than curious but seriously if he wins it wants to be because he genuinely won, not because this guy was handicapping himself.
That also means the possibility of loosing but he can put up a fight.
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And he sees it. The three consecutive bullseyes. Kira whistles in acknowledgement, very much impressed still.
When Akechi turns his smile sharpens to his usual unusual self. "A hat trick. Classic."
"I will not-" he raises his palm up- almost muscle memory before he stops. Eyes widening midway as he was about to prepare for a high-five like he always shared with his Akechi as a joke. "...Sorry- force of habit."
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He blink. Dangit, Futaba made this muscle memory for him.
Um.
…
“…I’m not going to get time traveled or something if we high five, right?” Is what he says instead. Look the tape didn’t exactly give him context here.
He doesn’t even seem that upset? Then again, futaba would drag him into a high five or some sort of similarly playfully silly gesture whenever they played video games, and thanks to her Hannei would start doing that too.
For better or for worse he’s a little more relaxed about these things.
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“…I’m not going to get time traveled or something if we high five, right?”
The words make Akira pause, his eyes meeting Akechi’s as if to gauge whether the question was genuine or just deadpan humor. He doesn’t answer immediately; instead, a snort escapes him, low and amused. His grin returns in full force, sharp and mischievous, as he wordlessly brings his palm forward to meet Akechi’s gloved one with a loud, satisfying clap.
For a moment, Akira holds the connection, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a great cosmic secret.
“There,” he says, voice light with mock gravity. “You have now time traveled 69 years into the future.” His grin only widens as he pulls his hand back, the glint in his eyes daring Akechi to take the comment seriously.
Akira straightens, his tone shifting to a faux-professorial cadence. “Don’t worry,” he adds with a wink. “The time resonant theory won’t work with you. It only triggers if you have the specific power set. My Akechi used to have it—worked like a charm because it triggered a unique chemical reaction when he overthought everything. Poor guy.”
He waves his hand lazily as he steps past Akechi, heading toward the dartboard to grab his own set of darts. “And, for the record, there’s no photo in play here, so we’re safe,” he says, almost as an afterthought.
For a moment, Akira’s pace slows, his grin dimming into something more contemplative. He taps the end of one dart against the tips of his fingers, his brows knitting together as if an idea had begun brewing in the back of his mind.
“I really had to convince my Akechi to high-five me, though,” he says suddenly, the words carrying a hint of nostalgia. “Like, really had to convince him. This—” he gestures between himself and Akechi with a faint smirk, “this is a first across all the timelines. Well, aside from one… but you guys usually act like you’re allergic to being remotely fun. Real grandpa energy.”
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