[ ash has never been in a beauty salon in his life, but here he is. its a new room, so he might as well give it a little dig through before he goes to explore the rest of this floor, right?
[ huh. He leans over to look at what Akechi is swiping ]
The rooms get cleaned every week. Even if shit did go down here— [ which, y’know. I trust no one. ]— it’d be back to normal by Monday, and you could grab your, uh— [ whatever that is ]
Waiting an entire week defeats the point, Carbide-san. These are meant to be applied daily, after all.
[It's a toner! How nice. But Ash leans over and Akechi shifts, causing them to brush against each other. Immediately, they will no longer find themselves in there here and now — and a memory begins to play.
Out of the five teens, Ash will find one of them very familiar. Akechi converses with the group, polite while still gently pressuring them for information. The memory ends after he walks away.]
[ Ash has no idea what a toner is! Amazing! But hey, while Ash is seeing Akechi make terrible grandpa jokes and lowkey threaten other teenagers, Akechi will see... well...
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Akechi's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
[ASH?????? He definitely looks like he wants to ask more, staring at him like he's half tempted to shake him down — before he huffs, eyebrows furrowed in an obvious concern.]
... Fine. [Don't mind him as he reaches over and grabs a bottle of... something, holding it out to him.] Take this.
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WEEK 3; MONDAY
right? ]
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Except he's running into Akechi, who seems to be in the process of lining his pockets with different kinds of products.]
Oh, it's you. Good morning.
[Acting like this is totally fine and normal.]
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He just stare at Akechi, digging through the salon like some kind of thief. ]
Having a good time, are we?
i thought i replied to this but i did not wtf
You can tell? It's been a while since I've had access to these, so I must take advantage of the opportunity before anything happens to this room.
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The rooms get cleaned every week. Even if shit did go down here— [ which, y’know. I trust no one. ]— it’d be back to normal by Monday, and you could grab your, uh— [ whatever that is ]
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[It's a toner! How nice. But Ash leans over and Akechi shifts, causing them to brush against each other. Immediately, they will no longer find themselves in there here and now — and a memory begins to play.
Out of the five teens, Ash will find one of them very familiar. Akechi converses with the group, polite while still gently pressuring them for information. The memory ends after he walks away.]
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[ Ash has no idea what a toner is! Amazing! But hey, while Ash is seeing Akechi make terrible grandpa jokes and lowkey threaten other teenagers, Akechi will see... well...
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Akechi's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
It doesn't look that way anymore. ]
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What the actual fuck.
The memories end, and Akechi recoils, looking at him in shock... maybe even horror. He opens his mouth, but all he really says is a very horrified—]
That was...
[Yikes. Yikes, yikes, yikes.]
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EXHALLLLLLLLLE. ]
That was none of your business, and we're dropping it.
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[ASH?????? He definitely looks like he wants to ask more, staring at him like he's half tempted to shake him down — before he huffs, eyebrows furrowed in an obvious concern.]
... Fine. [Don't mind him as he reaches over and grabs a bottle of... something, holding it out to him.] Take this.
[???]
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...?
[ He does look at the bottle though, with a very bewildered look in his eyes. ]
What's this supposed to be?
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Stress leads to wrinkles.
[Very matter-of-factly.
Is that a dig at him? Or is he telling him to chill and open up? We just don't know.]
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What is the point. ]
Better apply it liberally then, huh? Law enforcement's a tough career.
[ ash ]
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[Joke's on you, Ash! He's very proud of his 23982 step skincare routine.]
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[ He gives zero shits, but the irony in't lost on him. ]
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[Just take the moisturizer, you fool.]
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[ but fine, he’s takin’ it. peep him next trial when his skin’s gonna look hydrated and beautiful. ]