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[Open Intro] a pirate's life for me
I. In the Velvet Room
The sight of an Akira in a long black coat and a high-necked gray vest is no rarity around these parts, but the one currently studying the conspiracy board is different. He has gold earrings, for one thing, and his clothes have a different style: hand-sewn wool and linen, not the slick, modern leather of Metaverse garb. His casual, hands-in-pockets slouch as he studies the conspiracy board, however, should look familiar to almost anyone.
Well. Anyone who knows an Akiren, anyway.
At the sound of anyone approaching him, Captain Akira turns sharply, his right hand flying to the hilt of the cutlass hanging from his belt. Depending on who he sees, he’ll say one of the following things:
If the character approaching him is an Akiren, his eyes widen briefly in surprise. Then he puts his hands on his hips, studying his double with interest. “You look oddly familiar, somehow,” he quips. “I’m afraid I can’t place you, though.”
If the character approaching him is an Akechi, the choked syllable “Go–” escapes him before he can stop it. Then he cuts himself off, smiling in apology. “Excuse me. I mistook you for someone else.”
If the character approaching him is anyone else, he nods a polite greeting and points at the conspiracy board. “Did you write this?” he asks cheerfully. “ ‘For mine own part, it is Greek to me.’ ”
Whether the character he addresses recognizes the quote or not, Akira’s puzzled expression translates its meaning clearly: Hey. What the hell is this?
II. In Tokyo
Tokyo is the last place Akira ought to set foot in--so of course, it’s the first place he does. To his disappointment, the city beyond the door is all but unrecognizable, full of bright lights and strange buildings and marvels Akira can’t begin to puzzle out. Even so, a vague familiarity remains, an instinct leading him deeper and deeper into the urban sprawl.
Any character passing through Shibuya can find Akira just off of Center Street, standing outside the door to Untouchable with a bemused expression on his face. He runs a hand through his messy hair and sighs, turning to smile at whoever is watching him.
“This place has changed a great deal since I saw it last,” he jokes. “Then again, I was a bit preoccupied the last time I was here.”
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--ew. His nose scrunches up.
Preemptively, Aki-chan opens his notebook and scribbles down something on the page and marches right up to New Friend and shows him the page.
Are you allergic to water? You smell like it. I can show you a shower.
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"No offense taken," he says gently. "Lead the way. I'd be a poor sailor if I couldn't handle getting wet."
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Hi! My name is Kurusu Akira. Call me Akira-kun or Aki-chan. I'm
fivesix years old! I have selective mutism, which means I can't talk sometimes. Thank you for your understanding. I live in Inaba and Joker and Crow are looking after me!no subject
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"I'm afraid I don't know it." He gives Aki-chan a salute, thoroughly charmed. "I'll follow your lead, captain."
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He walks along in silence, wondering idly what Goro would say.
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He begins to strip as he talks, stashing his clothes and weapons into one of the lockers. Without a trace of self-consciousness, he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing a horrifying thicket of pink, raised scars--some old, some newly healed--etched across most of his bare back.
"I've never been to Inaba before. Once I'm presentable, perhaps you could show me around?"
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"So coo," he squeaks, then folds up his shirt and gets back to taking off his clothes.
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Once he's fully undressed, Akira eyes the row of showers, waiting for instructions on what to do next.
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