[open] A New Home (Princekira intro?)

[princekira]

Akira was starting to settle into the new place, the velvet room wasn't something he had much knowledge about, but exploring it was becoming a bit fun. It was a lot different than the castle walls he was used to. The doors led to all different places and he was set to explore more as he went.

He was starting to notice other people looking like him, while trying to stay out of sight he noticed a few things. One, phones were a thing. Two, there were a lot of different versions of the same people, which could get confusing for him if he wasn't careful. So far he had seen several Akiras and Akechis. Now was as good a time as any to get to know people, wearing a devilish smile, one that mimicked the one he wore with his Joker persona as he thieved other nobles. He went up to the first person he saw, "Hi, My name is Prince Kusuru Akira, well since there's several of Akiras you can call me Prince. Nice to meet you."

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[nyxavatarmakoto]

Makoto looked up at the handsome smile beaming at him when Prince introduces himself. He seemed a little lost and disoriented, so he probably wanted to know where this was. "It's nice to meet you too, my name is Makoto Yuki. You can probably call me Makoto, since there isn't anyone else here with my name I know of."

[princekira]

"Makoto is a nice name, how long have you been here?" He tilted his head when he asked. Makoto seemed to have a nice grasp on this place at least, especially to know there wasn't another one of him here. That had to mean a while.

[nyxavatarmakoto]

"Not too long, a few of the Akechi's explained most of it to me." But it wasn't too hard to understand when it was all spelled out for him.

[princekira]

He nodded. "I see, I've noticed a lot of them. A lot of people who look like me too. What is the basic rundown of everything, if you don't mind me asking?"

[nyxavatarmakoto]

"This place is called the Velvet Room. It seems to pull people from different realities in almost at random. There's a lot of you and Akechi from what I understand." That was barely three sentences, and Makoto doesn't want to say any more to avoid overwhelming Prince with information.

[princekira]

"Is everyone different? The realities alter at some point right? Is it all big changes?" He wanted to get to know more, the Velvet room at least he had a name for this place.

[nyxavatarmakoto]

"There are some that are pretty similar from what I understand, but wherever I'm from seems to be vastly different from the standard." So there was room for things to have never been the same in the first place.

[princekira]

He nodded. "So it's likely we don't have any memories in common or events," He was following along pretty well. "What all do you do for fun here?"

[nyxavatarmakoto]

"There are several doors that lead to different places. Tokyo, Inaba, Iwatodai, Sumeru and Mikage-cho," he lists off the places that he knew the doors led to. "Is there somewhere that you want to go?"

[willowandoak]

Ren is all ready to meet the new guy, show him the ropes, et cetera, regardless of his weird clothes and the way he's lurking. He has his easygoing, approachable face on and everything. But then.

Then the new guy says that.

Ren raises his eyebrows a little, which is pretty impressive, he thinks. It's a miracle he doesn't laugh in Akira's face, or spit in it. He has to take a second to coax his voice into calm.

"As you command, prince. My humble name is Ren Amamiya, prince. How can your loyal subject be of service, prince?"

It may be possible that Ren tends to react with hostility to being told his place is inferior. It may also be the case that he's very sensitive to the possibility that someone has said that. Sorry, Akira.

[princekira]

He noticed something on the other's face and before he knew it his face flushes as he waves his hands in embarrassment. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that. I just tried to come up with a name on the spot. I just don't wanna get confused with someone else." He hid his face in his hands as flustered as he was. He probably needed a new nickname to put together. He spent way too long trying to figure out what set him apart from others. He couldn't even use Joker, a name he was given by his friends.

"It's nice to meet you, Amamiya." His voice trying to come back to a normal tone, as he lowered his hands face still a little red. "I apologize, I wasn't trying to insult you."

[willowandoak]

Ren stares blankly at Akira for a moment, processing that; then he nods once. He doesn't otherwise acknowledge the apology, and he certainly doesn't say it's okay, but he moves on. Even getting an apology is more than he expected, from a guy who introduces himself like that.

"A lot of people show up with codenames from home. Though usually people are from a different situation." Even if this Akira is bullshitting him about being literal royalty, which he can't help but feel is likely, he has a different vibe than the people Ren is used to.

[princekira]

"Yeah, I was given Joker, but I found that's a pretty common one here," He looked away to watch the room, a habit he picked up, always being aware of his surroundings. He was glad to move past the mistake from earlier. That however was going to bug him every night he slept for the next ten years.

"Where do you come from?" He asked turning back to the other. He was guarded, something Akira had the luxury of not having been before. At least not as Akira. His Joker persona was much different.

[willowandoak]

Yeah, the many Jokers problem... Ren still thinks the cage fights are a good idea.

"Tokyo." He doesn't think about what came before that. "Like a lot of people here. Though all different Tokyos. What about you?" He's curious to hear what Prince Akira has to say, if he's also from Tokyo or if he comes out with an answer that Ren's never heard of.

[princekira]

"I'm from Hiakura," he however had the sinking feeling that wasn't going to be a place others knew, just as he hadn't Tokyo. He wished there was somewhere that he was able to recognize, or that others would. It was the largest city where he was from, but it seemed Tokyo was the equivalent.

[willowandoak]

"Never heard of it. Is it in Japan?" It sounds Japanese, but Ren is increasingly unwilling to make assumptions about this particular Akira.

[princekira]

He shook his head, "I've heard a lot of weird places from some of you here." Though Japan sounded somewhat familiar, probably in conversation with someone else.

[youngestdawn]

Aki-chan's eyes go wide at the introduction. A prince!! He bows immediately. "Ouji-sama," he tries so say, stars in his eyes.

[princekira]

He smiled brightly, moving to sit on the floor with the little one. "It's nice to meet you, what's your name?"

[youngestdawn]

Aki-chan smiles, corners of his lips peeking upwards. He opens up his journal and turns it to the first page, an introduction page decorated with dinosaur washi tape and shows it to Ouji-sama. In his five-year-old handwriting, it reads:

"Hi! My name is Kurusu Akira. I'm five years old. I have selective mutism, which means I can't talk sometimes. Thank you for your understanding."

[princekira]

He smiled, "It's nice to meet you Kurusu-kun. That is a really pretty page. Did you do it yourself?" He would stick to yes and no questions which wouldn't be too hard, he knew sometimes people didn't want to talk.

[youngestdawn]

Kurusu-kun nods! And he blushes. A compliment from Ouji-sama...he flips his notebook to a new page. "You're very handsome, Ouji-sama" he writes.

[princekira]

"Thank you, your handwriting is very nice," he smiled. He really liked his kid, it made him happy to be around him.

[youngestdawn]

Aki-chan bounces. Another compliment! "Thank you!" He bows. "Do you wanna go do something, Ouji-sama? I don't know what games princes like to play, though..."

[princekira]

"I like most games, do you have one that is your favorite?" he asked, he probably wouldn't know any that he came up with, but he was going to do his best.