Goro Akechi (Shadow Weapon AU) (
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[Open][Post Evil Baby] Regeneration
[CW: death, robotic gore]
Despair, the last thing he feels before death claims him. Falcon thought he could do it- seal away the evil he'd seen in this tape, it's what he was made for, after all.
But in the end, he was too weak. He was overwhelmed- destroyed in one single attack.
All that is left is some pieces of burnt scrap metal near the top level of Mementos, unrecognizable for what they once were.
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Not long after the chaos of the memory tapes, a glow appears in the Velvet Room. At first, it doesn't look like much- it's hard to even tell what it is. Slowly but surely, however, wires, circuits, and other mechanical parts become discernible, though it still takes a long time before anything truly recognizable becomes apparent. Falcon's naked circuitry renders him barely identifiable, almost Terminator-like, a rather gruesome image without his mesh to hide all the machinery underneath.
At his desk, Igor's grinning, as always, although next to him is a frowning Margaret. She looks concerned as she watches the slowly regenerating body, her arms crossed, her spine straight.
"... This cannot continue," she says, "we still don't know how he got in. We gave him a chance, but..."
Igor hums, closing his buldging eyes.
"It seems we will need to take other measures." His eyes open again. "Margaret, if you please."
"Of course," she says, and turns around to leave.
Igor stays in his seat, watching as Falcon slowly regenerates from nothing.
Despair, the last thing he feels before death claims him. Falcon thought he could do it- seal away the evil he'd seen in this tape, it's what he was made for, after all.
But in the end, he was too weak. He was overwhelmed- destroyed in one single attack.
All that is left is some pieces of burnt scrap metal near the top level of Mementos, unrecognizable for what they once were.
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Not long after the chaos of the memory tapes, a glow appears in the Velvet Room. At first, it doesn't look like much- it's hard to even tell what it is. Slowly but surely, however, wires, circuits, and other mechanical parts become discernible, though it still takes a long time before anything truly recognizable becomes apparent. Falcon's naked circuitry renders him barely identifiable, almost Terminator-like, a rather gruesome image without his mesh to hide all the machinery underneath.
At his desk, Igor's grinning, as always, although next to him is a frowning Margaret. She looks concerned as she watches the slowly regenerating body, her arms crossed, her spine straight.
"... This cannot continue," she says, "we still don't know how he got in. We gave him a chance, but..."
Igor hums, closing his buldging eyes.
"It seems we will need to take other measures." His eyes open again. "Margaret, if you please."
"Of course," she says, and turns around to leave.
Igor stays in his seat, watching as Falcon slowly regenerates from nothing.
After confronting Ken
"Falcon-san... I'm glad you're awake. Are you feeling well? Is there anything I can do for you?"
He steps closer, still nursing his broken arm...
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"Welcome back," is all he says. Falcon has quite enough to field.
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(She's not beating the accusations of kindness any time soon, at this rate.)
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And suddenly Raven's hugging him, crying, and a horrible, horrible feeling crops up in Falcon's chest. The supernatural dread and despair is only slowly ebbing away, and he... doesn't quite flinch away from Rose's or Magpie's eye contact, but somehow he feels- like he can't meet their eyes. Memories of the sensation of being pulled apart tug at his mind, phantom fear through Loki and Robin, and restless anxiety makes him want to bolt, though tries his damndest not to show it.
Instead of giving in to the lingering emotions, he puts a far too steady hand on Raven's back- not quite a hug in return, but- something. He feels trapped, but Raven is crying and-
"How long was I out? Where is- where's Amad- no- that evil creature?" he says, before his mind catches up with looking at Dove- his head is in so many places at once-
"What happened to your arm?"
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Dove tries his best to wear a smile, to seem like nothing is wrong. And yet, the look of defeat clearly reflects on his face.
"Ah, this... When I saw you here, and realized what had happened, I attempted to face Amada-san."
The smile just stays, stock still, and he closes his eyes, unable to meet Falcon's eyes. Not after he failed. When he was deemed far too weak to be even worth the time.
"I'm glad you're alive, Falcon-san."
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God- fuck, he doesn't know what to say to that. What the hell was Dove thinking? He's gotten stronger, yes, but Falcon couldn't do it, and-
"Dove- I'm- made for this," he says, voice far more unsteady than he'd like, "and I failed, why-"
He failed. He failed.
"I failed," he says, dread rising again without his input, and his head snaps up, looking around at the others for an answer. "Where is he- what else did he do while I was out- I-"
What kind of weapon is he if he can't do what he was made to do?
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"It looks as if his power is considerable." It's no shame to you that he defeated you. He would have defeated any of us.
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"I see. Ok," he says, still not quite back to normal, but not as unsteady anymore. "I'm going to have to take a look at that, and- whatever you do, I want in on it. After... that, I'm even more certain he needs to be stopped."
He says it all with a scowl, trying channel his fury, drown out the impending sense of doom, of inadequacy for his failure.
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"Dove-san," Ken interrupts while approaching. "Would you allow me to inspect your arm? I sense something very bad coming from it."
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"Hmm? Ah, yes. Please, feel free. It's rather strange, Akira and I expected it to heal when we left Mementos, but it remained the same..."
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"That's what I feared. Death has seeped into your arm which will make it hard for anyone to magically heal it. The easiest solution would be to cut your arm off and ask Igor to regenerate it... although if that's too unpleasant, you can come see me later and I can try to do something. I can't guarantee the results, though."