it's not like he hasn't seen death and such before, but this is something vastly different. And disturbing, given their circumstances here. Ash doesn't get far after the body announcement - he doesn't go back to his room, in case Nia and Isaac need some time without an awkward third party just hovering around.
But he has just flopped himself in the hallway, back to one of the walls and one knee propped up to let him rest an arm against it and rub tiredly at the bridge of his nose.
[Akira, on the other hand, isn't used to death in the slightest. the closest he had ever come to seeing it firsthand was observing Okumura's mental shutdown on live television, so watching Haruka suffer in agony before collapsing was. . .]
[. . .]
[it doesn't help that his patience is running raw thanks to the pain in his back and Akechi's general Akechi-ness. so it probably doesn't come as a surprise that he's moving rather quickly (and stiffly) through the hallways to get back to his room]
[that is, until he spots ash]
. . . Ash. . .
[he stops, his expression softening as he gives his fellow captive a once-over]
[ He hadn't expected anyone to talk to him, so it takes him a moment to properly register that, yes, someone is there and speaking to him. Ash blinks, eyes flickering up and--
Ah. That's a familiar face now. ]
About as alright as you can expect.
[ He stares for a moment. ]
Think this is one of those "surprises" they weren't allowed to talk about? [ Murder. Is a terrible surprise, actually. ]
[. . . an exhale, and Akira rakes a hand through his hair before he plops onto the ground next to Ash, one arm propped against his knee. his head is swimming]
[but even so, he opens his mouth to respond to that question]
[oof-- Akira lets out a slight wheeze when Ash gently knocks his head. his gaze flickers up, clearly focused on Ash, and he opens his mouth to respond again. but all that comes out is--]
Need to go hook yourself up to a mainframe and recharge?
[ This shouldn't be so funny after, y'know. Literal death. But beep bop boop to you too, Akira. ]
Wait here.
[ He pushes himself up off the wall and ducks into his room for a moment. When he reappears he just... chucks his spiral notebook and cerulean crayon at Akira. Catch. ]
If you write like a robot then we've seriously got a problem.
[JUST. . . turns a little red, huffs in offense at Ash, and replies--]
Outlook not so good.
[AND THEN THROWS HIS HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND SLUMPS AGAINST THE WALL LIKE, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING]
[. . . anyway, he lets Ash vanish for a second and reaches out to catch the notebook and the crayon as they're tossed at him. he gives both of them a look and lets out another huff]
I don't-- I don't know what happened.
[well, okay. he's talking normally now]
None of those responses were the answers I actually wanted to give.
[they just. . . came out instead of what he actually wanted to say]
[ he slides down the wall, back into a sitting position and leans his arms on his knees. ]
...
[ not the answers he wanted to give, huh...? ]
Just. Hold up a count on your fingers in case-- [ GESTURES. ]-- that thing happens again. On a scale of one to ten, how significant was what you were gonna tell me. To this place, and this whole sitution.
If it’s related to something to do with what just happened, or this place in general? If I were a big asshole in a fancy mansion running a kidnap and murder scheme, I’d want people to shut their mouths about it too.
[ this seems weirdly, vaguely occult and he Doesn’t Like That ]
Even tangentially. Could be something significant and we don’t know it yet. Maybe keep that in mind.
You were locked somewhere before everyone hit the deck? ... [ He's thoughtful for a moment, before leaning forwards. Akechi... if he's remembering right, that's the nosey one, who was trying to ask everyone twenty questions when we first got to this place. ]
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it's not like he hasn't seen death and such before, but this is something vastly different. And disturbing, given their circumstances here. Ash doesn't get far after the body announcement - he doesn't go back to his room, in case Nia and Isaac need some time without an awkward third party just hovering around.
But he has just flopped himself in the hallway, back to one of the walls and one knee propped up to let him rest an arm against it and rub tiredly at the bridge of his nose.
Happy Friday. ]
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[. . .]
[it doesn't help that his patience is running raw thanks to the pain in his back and Akechi's general Akechi-ness. so it probably doesn't come as a surprise that he's moving rather quickly (and stiffly) through the hallways to get back to his room]
[that is, until he spots ash]
. . . Ash. . .
[he stops, his expression softening as he gives his fellow captive a once-over]
Are you all right?
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Ah. That's a familiar face now. ]
About as alright as you can expect.
[ He stares for a moment. ]
Think this is one of those "surprises" they weren't allowed to talk about? [ Murder. Is a terrible surprise, actually. ]
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[but even so, he opens his mouth to respond to that question]
Better not tell you now.
[a pause]
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[and makes a sort of confused expression???]
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[ ... Oi.
He reaches out and just -- it's more of a pat than a chop? But it's a chopping motion, without no real weight behind it, resting on Akira's head. ]
You in the room or elsewhere right now?
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Cannot predict now.
[. . . . . . . . . ????]
[presses a hand against his throat???]
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... Alright?
[ he didn't realise turning into a robot was one of the side effects of this week but here they are? ] You can't predict what?
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[BURIES HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS AND JUST WHISPERS WHAT THE FUCK to himself]
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[ This shouldn't be so funny after, y'know. Literal death. But beep bop boop to you too, Akira. ]
Wait here.
[ He pushes himself up off the wall and ducks into his room for a moment. When he reappears he just... chucks his spiral notebook and cerulean crayon at Akira. Catch. ]
If you write like a robot then we've seriously got a problem.
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Outlook not so good.
[AND THEN THROWS HIS HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND SLUMPS AGAINST THE WALL LIKE, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING]
[. . . anyway, he lets Ash vanish for a second and reaches out to catch the notebook and the crayon as they're tossed at him. he gives both of them a look and lets out another huff]
I don't-- I don't know what happened.
[well, okay. he's talking normally now]
None of those responses were the answers I actually wanted to give.
[they just. . . came out instead of what he actually wanted to say]
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Oh, you're back then.
[ he slides down the wall, back into a sitting position and leans his arms on his knees. ]
...
[ not the answers he wanted to give, huh...? ]
Just. Hold up a count on your fingers in case-- [ GESTURES. ]-- that thing happens again. On a scale of one to ten, how significant was what you were gonna tell me. To this place, and this whole sitution.
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[he winds up flipping Ash off instead]
[ON ACCIDENT]
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2/2
RIGHT BACK AT YOU, AKIRA ]
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I feel like I deserve that.
[even though his middle finger had a mind of its own]
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[ the finger is dropped. Point made. ]
You didn’t plan that one either?
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[. . .]
[flops over onto his side, utterly defeated]
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Figure out when that is and I will.
[ he just. bumps akira with his shoe. look at this pile of defeat. ]
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[UUUUUUUUUGH]
I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I figure it out.
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You either got the shittiest end of this whole sense loss deal, or something’s decided it isn’t your time to talk. [ either one sucks lbh ]
Sucks if it’s the last one.
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Tell me about it. If something is trying to keep me from talking, then what am I not supposed to be saying?
[hell if he knows]
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[ this seems weirdly, vaguely occult and he Doesn’t Like That ]
Even tangentially. Could be something significant and we don’t know it yet. Maybe keep that in mind.
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The thing is, I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be keeping my mouth shut about.
Other than being locked in the billiards room with Akechi for an hour before we were knocked out, nothing strange happened to me last night.
[THE ULTIMATE SILENCING TECHNIQUE: making it so someone can't answer questions while they have no idea what they should be answering questions about]
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You were locked somewhere before everyone hit the deck? ... [ He's thoughtful for a moment, before leaning forwards. Akechi... if he's remembering right, that's the nosey one, who was trying to ask everyone twenty questions when we first got to this place. ]
...
How'd that work out for you?
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