personavelvetroomdr | [NETWORK] Death of the old world, let the rule of strength begin!

[Soon after a dead Falcon appears in the Velvet Room...]

I have observed this dimensional crossroads and I have been disappointed. So many of you have been blessed with great individual power, the ability to change the world, and you all squander it. Wake up! The world you are living in is based on nothing but lies! The "rules" and "morality" are not necessary things to live in society, but cowardly artifices used by weak men to exploit others despite their lack of strength! The root of everything, what allows you to take action, what arbitrates conflicts, is power. Even the modern societies of lies are based upon it! They rely on the collective power of the masses to uphold their rotten structure! But we are beyond that. A new age is beginning. The old world is dying, and a newer, fairer world dawns! The collective power of the masses which has allowed such perversion is weaker than our own individual, gifted power! Break the shackles of the old societies! Tear them apart! Rebuild them anew, under the rule of strength, as they were always meant to be! You who are gifted with strength, take your righftul places as rulers! Or oppose me if you wish, but be aware that I am in a league of my own. Your robotic friend thought himself strong, and look what happened to him. In the end, you are my inferiors. Keep that in mind, and we should get along fine.

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"Not unbecoming." Akira stares him dead in the eyes. "Ill-advised? Sure. Impulsive? Probably. But not unbecoming. Normal. Becoming." He leans in, conspiratorially, a hint of humor in his voice. "Kinda hot, even."

He leans back out. "Anger is okay. Feeling it is ok."

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Dove hears Spades' words, and he finds himself still uncertain on what to say. Still reeling on the various emotions he still struggles to entirely process, he actually blushes oh so slightly when Spades says it was kind of hot. He certainly wasn't expecting that part, and he can't help but crack a small smile as he lets out a small, quiet chuckle.

"...You truly are..."

His smile grows a bit larger, and he shifts slightly as he holds his head up a bit more properly.

"You never cease to amaze me, Akira. It's moments like these that lead me to cherish our friendship as much as I do. Truly."

He closes his eyes...

"...When I saw Falcon-san's state, I found myself horrified. I consider him a friend, and to see him like that, I began going through the worst possibilities."

His smile fades.

"...'If he killed one of them, what would he do to the others? I need to intervene. I won't allow them to get away with what they did to Falcon-san. I'll end this before it happens again.' Suddenly, that feeling of rage overcame me, and I found myself unable to think about or able to feel anything else. In that moment, I felt... natural. I think I was myself, even for just a moment."

"Good," he replies, simply, something soft coming over his features. He lets go of Dove's face and scoops him up. "Now, let's get topside. Think Falcon should be back by now."

"Akira...?!"

Dove was not expecting to be scooped up like that, and winces slightly as his broken arm shifts just a bit.

"...Yes, of course. We need to see how Falcon-san is doing as soon as we can."

He does linger on his arm for a moment, but... well, it should heal as soon as he leaves Mementos... right?

That's what Akira's banking on, too. He uses a piece of cloth from his coat to stabilize Dove's arm, then they're off, whipping through Mementos back to the surface courtesy of Spades' grappling hook.

Soon enough the duo make it back to the surface, and quickly enough return to Tokyo proper. There's a quiet pause as Dove lingers for a second, frowning as he focuses on his arm. He gently tries to move it, and...

"...!"

He bites his tongue, doing his best to keep a look of pain from crossing his face. Moving it is painful, just as it was in Mementos.

"...Something's amiss. Injuries don't linger outside of the Metaverse, but my arm is still unable to move."

Whatever Ken did, the pain remains outside the Metaverse. But how? Dove can't help but linger on it, trying to come to any reasonable conclusion. A cognitive effect, perhaps? Or perhaps some other trait related to his own powers...? He needs more information before he can narrow it down.

Akira takes a deep breath of fresh air and grins. "See? You're..."

And. Well. That is a broken arm.

"Uh." A pause. He's...strangely vulnerable. "Velvet room. We'll figure this out there. I can splint it, push comes to shove..."

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Dove looks back to Akira, and nods. That's really all they can do, isn't it?

"That sounds like a good course of action. Thank you, Akira."

He actually does offer a smile as he says that, though it's clear the situation still weighs on his mind a bit.

"...Though, are you certain I'm not distracting you from anything? I can only imagine you were in Mementos for a reason."

"I'm spending my days here running a drag bar for cognitions," Akira deadpans with a glimmer in his eye. "Not much on my schedule."

Dove actually can't help but let out a small chuckle at that one.

"Ah, that's quite true, isn't it? With that in mind, this may have instead been one of the more exciting things to have happened all day."

Still, the deadpan humor is enough to lift his spirits a bit. Not to mention it's always fun to banter.

"Exciting is a way to put it, definitely," Akira grins and steps through a door to the Velvet Room. "Looks like we're here."

[NETWORK] Death of the old world, let the rule of strength begin!

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