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personavelvetroomdr2025-04-11 07:47 pm
wipingallout) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2025-04-11 07:47 pm
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Cherry Blossom Evening Party
Throughout the week, Hamuko has messaged the vast majority of people she's met so far - and eagerly invited them to come meet at Inokashira Park starting at 5pm.
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You're invited to an evening sushi-party-turned-hanami-picnic-party! I've organized a bunch of cognitive chefs and performers to come to that park on the listed date/time.
I've sent this to you because you were part of one of the three teams that helped with fighting Fatalis or rescuing Falcon and Wolf (or are Falcon and Wolf themselves!!) - we've all busted our butts a lot lately, so I think we deserve to have something nice together too!
Of course, the party is open if you have any +1s or more. But before spring turns into summer, let's celebrate what we've all accomplished together!
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The Venue...
Inokashira Park has a lovely river and trail and a phenomenal collection of cherry blossom trees. They're in the tail end of their season, filling the air with petals like snowfall.
In a large open area, Hamuko's arranged a ton of picnic blankets for people to claim and sit down on, though each blanket is HUGE to accommodate people sitting with as many people as they can handle! There are cozy pillows for sitting on too, stacked neatly to be borrowed.
There's a truly humongous row of tables laid out with an impressive amount of sushi presented. With a few trucks nearby, it seems there's a few sushi chefs making fresh platters of it to lay out through the night.
Similarly, there are food carts along the trails if you're not in the mood for sushi and would rather have some more traditional fare like dango, taiyaki, matcha, takoyaki... it's got the place lively and smelling fantastic! There's sake for the adults, and some cherry-blossomed themed mocktails for minors.
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Activities
There's a few set out activities besides just chowing down and socializing or walking along the lantern-lit trails under the cherry blossoms! Inoshikara Park has always had cute little swan pedal boats or regular rowboats for 'rental' (not that money matters here).
The area is SO pretty, perfect for taking pictures to have as keepsakes. There's even a booth to claim a yukata and privately change into it, if you want to go the extra mile!
Finally, in lieu of a traditional band or modern concert, Hamuko has picked out a large set of speakers connected to a small karaoke stage and screen - menace the party with your sing-along! Get a little boost to your Guts!!
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"HEY."
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That said...
Her smirk sobers, eyes softening with an earnest smile pulling on her lips. "Still, you came here so I could hold Rook, right? Thank you, Akechi-kun."
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"Ever since Mom died, it's just been me, and... later on, Rookmon. For years he was the only person I could trust, the only person I had who understood, who could listen, I didn't- It's not like I wanted to get into this shit, but fucking Shido-"
He glared at the floor. "Shido offered me shit for surveilling his political opponents. Money. Schooling. Smoothing over the paperwork. He even- he even offered to have me legally adopted when he became Prime Minister, if I would help him get there. I thought- I thought that what he was asking probably wasn't legal but- it was only helping him blackmail some politicians. It wasn't... it wasn't that bad."
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Her AI processed the information, filling in the gaps where she could while glancing down at Rookmon when he was mentioned. The idea of a Mom...she had to have one too, right? Since she was Zenkichi Hasegawa's biological daughter?
Would he tell her about her mom?
And why she never found her in his directory when he was recruited into the Kirijo Group?
After a while, she frowned. Processing and noticing the cracks in his story that aligned with her own.
"You didn't know any better," she offered as she raised her brow, genuine curiosity in her expression. "All your life you were given this one purpose which didn't seem to have any negative impacts. You thought you had someone you could trust when nothing else seemed to be a viable option."
"Am I correct in coming up with this conclusion?"
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He sighed. "When I escaped the Okinawa facility, I was... I wasn't thinking straight. I was desperate. It's all a blur, and I think I passed out. That... might have been from the smoke. But when I came to, I wasn't... in the human world. I was in the Digital one. That's where I met Rookmon, where I lived for years, it was- it was easy. Easier than the lab. Easier than dealing with humanity. Everything's binary. Survive or don't, eat or don't, get water or don't. Digimon are either friendly or hostile, they don't- pretend to be your friend and then stab you in the back. I got... used. To dealing with them."
He sighed. "And then Shido found us. Some new tech he was working on, exploring the potential of the Digital World, and his people stumbled across us on one of their expeditions. They were... nice. To us. Gave us food. And water. And when Shido wanted to meet us, he offered... so much. Even if I was hesitant at first, it was like- like he knew exactly what I wanted anyway, and let me feel like I was winning by haggling over the price. Now- now I know he never meant to give me any of it. All while he cut my lifelines one by one, knowing that I couldn't- that I couldn't afford to betray him. Because I had no other options."
not actually crying but internally she is
Survive or don’t. Eat or don’t. Friendly or hostile.
It was too easy to map that kind of world onto her own. Binary logic, false choices. The world she’d grown up in — no, died in — wasn’t so different. All she knew of the apocalypse was faded, glitching memory fragments. Echoes of sirens.
The Kirijo logo stamped on cold steel doors.
Her own name flickering in her memory, one that she hadn’t recognized until years later- here at the brink of death.
Akane Hasegawa.
Deceased. Repurposed.
Her hands tightened slightly on her sleeves.
"You regret it."
The words left her mouth before she could repackage them into something safer. Quieter.
And Akane thought about her father.
How he had been all alone.
How he had given everything up — his body, his humanity, maybe even his name — to keep fighting shadows when there was nothing left to fight for. Because it was easier than facing whatever came after.
Her father had done the same thing as Akechi.
Hadn’t he?
Stripped himself down to weapon and code and mission. Until there was nothing left but function.
Did he regret it too?
Her voice softened. She wasn’t sure if she was still talking to Akechi, or if she was trying to answer herself.
"...My father did something like that. After I...after the old me died.”
Her eyes didn’t move, fixed somewhere far away.
"They turned me into this. The Kirijo Group. Stripped everything out. Just left whatever they could use. And my dad... he let them make him into a shadow weapon because he had the potential. Atleast that's how most shadow weapons were recruited in the mid 2020s. They regulated him. Kept him busy and away from general society."
This Wolf- Goro Akechi wasn’t a villain here. Not really. Just another person who’d been cornered by the world and forced to choose which part of himself he was willing to lose.
Maybe all of them were like that.
"Maybe they erased my memory when I was first inputted into his system because now, maybe he..."
Her throat felt tight. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Was I...another chain around his neck?
"He doesn't tell me anything." Her expression twists into anger and she mechanically covers her face just to conceal it. "Not like this I- I-"