The same as he's done almost every day since he got- well, destroyed, Falcon finds himself training. There's an obsessive fury in his eyes, unmissable, clamped down and withdrawn as the rest of his body language is. He looks ready to strike at the slightest notice.

1: Mementos
One may notice him heading down the train station in Shibuya, before disappearing with the telling ripple of someone entering the Metaverse. He storms down the floors, not even bothering with the weaker Shadows. What good will taking out the small fry do if he needs to be stronger than he is? No, not even the dephts of Mementos will do- the heights of the new part of Mementos, the part he'd explored once with Magpie, that's where he's headed. 

2: Moments in Between
Honestly, Falcon's been pretty scarce in general. He's only replying to network posts directly adressing him, not bothering to reach out to anyone himself, and even when he does reply to texts or network posts, it's short and to the point. Even when stopped, he only tends to talk long enough to say that he's busy, and move on. Right now, however, having exhausted most of his battery, he's stuck in his charging station... and clearly unhappy about it. He's not expecting anyone to drop by, though, so his eyes are closed in a faux-sleep.

3: Static
By midnight, he's gone again, out to train in the shiny new training room. Robin and Loki shift inside him, as if withdrawing slowly- but Falcon doesn't care. They've been doing this for a while now, no longer speaking to him, and cringing away, but as long as they obey when he calls them (and they still do, eagerly so), then it doesn't matter. He scoffs as he opens the hidden door, making sure there's no unsavory presence to follow him, before stepping inside. Here... there are the proper elements to train for doomada, and by god, is he gonna make sure he's prepared.

(Unbeknowst to him, rain has started falling in Inaba. Back home, his TV flickers with static, oh-so briefly, showing an unrecognizable silhouette.)

[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.