[OPEN Mingle] - Sorry Ethlyn

[murderingjustice]

Who: Everyone involved in recent player plot
Where: Ethlyn's clinic
What: SO! Silly little Organ Hunt didn't go as well as everyone thought, huh? This is Hospital Mingle where people who were injured one way or another during Gogol's shenanigans and their CR can go over it all.
Warnings: Mentions of death, injuries (both physical and mental), talk about medical procedures, drugs, hallucinations etc.

and maybe even snuggling happening on Shinji's bed, ew.

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[The hospital staff might just as well dosed him with truth serum of sorts. Normally, Akechi refused to even utter the man's name unless absolutely necessary -- and even then, he' preferred to leave it ambiguous. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and the man as possible, trying desperately to shake off the reach of his massive shadow. Although, he knows very well that is a fools errand.

But right now Akechi found his lips loose, the words passing through his filters and guards. There's a dry, pained laughter coming from his throat at the suggestion. How ridiculous.]

No. I want to plunge the world into the chaos. I need to fulfill all his dreams so that I can destroy him when he's at the apex of his power. He needs to suffer and know that it was all because of me.

[conflictresolution]

[Well, well, now they were getting to the crux of the matter of this Shido, weren't they? This was someone that clearly held the absolute focus of Akechi in this moment, which meant there was tremendous history. While he wanted to know more, he knew better than to nudge too much for details when they were flowing all on their own. He simply needed to be around while the drugs kept those lips loose.

His pencil moved to scratch in another answer, making a soft 'humm' sound as he considered the information.]

You must truly hate him to bring him down at the peak of his power. Is it the order he brings or just the man himself?

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He and his 'order' can go to hell for all I care. [He coughs up a strained answer, voice choking around at the end of his sentence. Suddenly, he feels his pulse speeding up again as the wave of emotion washes over him. A faint, dusty pink flush colors his otherwise pale face, framing up his red eyes. He's not quite sure whether the anxiety ruling over him is from anger or sadness.]

H-he needs to, [He swallows his saliva, words sounding like a dry hiss] He needs to pay for what he did to her. I want him to know that the one who built him up and took him down was no other than me. The mistake he discarded as disgrace. T-that's why you and everyone else will need to die.

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It sounds like you plan on sending them there, assuming you have the strength to overcome them all. [Silco was unmoved to sympathy, but he could understand for that kind of commitment to such a cause. He believed similarly, and one should never doubt the strength of someone's will when truly determined to burn the world down.

Her? Oh, this was simply getting better and better. A mother, a sister, or a girlfriend? Those were the most common types to bring such words.] Revenge then. How boring... you aren't even doing it for a real cause just a selfish one. What would she think of the path of flames you're on, hmmm?

[murderingjustice]

[Oh. That honestly just does it. The mention of his mother and he possible disappointment in him have always been Akechi's weak spot. The memory of the woman who was no longer there with them along with her choice to do so, was so sore and aching. He had been able to get some clarity to his trauma but the hurt was still there.

Akechi gasps out a choked sob, and he tries to move his arm again to cover his face. But no luck.] Doesn't matter.. I already let her down.

[conflictresolution]

[Was he crying? Was he actually so drugged out of his mind as to let a sob out? Silco sat back further in his chair before setting down his pencil so that he could reach into his vest to pull out his phone. Then he started to record Akechi being upset on the bed. This was too perfect to pass him by.

He returned to his crossword puzzle with the phone set up to continue recording the moment next to him.]

You did, but she let you down as well. She made her choices, and now you're chained by them. She at least escaped with death. You carry on her legacy for revenge.

[murderingjustice]

[He's really milking everything out of this, isn't he? Well, at least there's no tears yet. A small saving grace. He swallows his saliva, the throat slightly bobbing as he holds back another quiet sob. The mattress creaks under him as he tries to trash against his binding, but all he can do is toss his head to the side, brown hair spreading on the pillow like a halo.]

You know nothing. [He repeats the statement, quiet words slurring a little.] You know nothing of her, no one knows. Not even him. And still he hurt her.

[conflictresolution]

[This particular topic was painful, of course. Someone who had lived a better life might even feel bad about recording a drugged, shackled man, but it definitely wasn't Silco. Akechi had tried to humiliate him in his own office, and this was just par for the course of their destructive association.

He also remained curious of Akechi. That was dangerous to them both, but he had no issues with it. Not yet anyway.]

Then sing her praises. Honour her memory by speaking of her. Clearly she was important to you.

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Shut up. [Comes a weak protest as he shuts his eyes in attempt to refuse the other man's presence. But he stays completely unaware of the recorder pointed at his direction, leaving him vulnerable.]

She's my mother. And he-, Shido, left her. I-if he hadn't, [He staggers, words falling apart in his mouth with such painful confession.] if he hadn't met her. She wouldn't have been ruined.

[conflictresolution]

[Silco paused in his writing, watching Akechi on the bed, piecing things together now that he had enough information. How Akechi came about didn't matter, but the loyalty to the memory of a dead mother at the hands of the father - voluntary or involuntary - was the kind of tragedy familiar in the undercity as well. He was certain it was familiar in every place, in every time.]

And you wouldn't have been born. He's the calming hand smoothing out the ripples you create. I doubt murdering him will bring you peace, no more than my death did. [May as well play into the illusion a bit.]

[murderingjustice]

[That's the painful part really. That this whole drama was nothing out ordinary, just one drop in the ocean, that no one did as much as batted their eyes. No one saw nor cared for the story of a young woman who got involved with the wrong crowd, got used up and then abandoned by a corrupt man. No one cared to see her life spiraling out of control nor for the lonely orphan she left behind. There were countless stories and lives like theirs, all lost and forgotten.

And perhaps that is the reason why the destructive power given to him had felt like salvation. The two entities within him that would see him though his act of revenge and chaos.

This time Akechi can't help but cough up a wet laughter, lips curling up into small grin.]

It felt good. To see self-important shit eater fall from grace and roll in dirt. [Honestly? Such confession shouldn't come as surprise to anyone. As much as it had undoubtedly hurt him in the progress Akechi could not deny the enjoyment he saw when slowly bringing everything down to ruin.] I'll prevail and destroy you all.

[conflictresolution]

[This was a story as common as the warning parents told their children at bed time. If loyalty wasn't strong enough to hold people together, then they would fall from a lack of strength. People would be used; some wanted it, some needed it, and others just plain didn't care one way or another.

But the point to Silco was that Akechi had survived and thrived. The boy had proven resourceful, intelligent, and willing. Akechi also carried familiar emotional scars, and those could prove dangerous if allowed to run unchecked. He expected that's part of the reason the father remained; some dark and ugly part of Akechi wanted to mean something.]

So, you are no better than the man who sired you. Burning lives all around you because you have the means and the will. [He made a soft 'hmm' as he considered and then returned to his puzzle.] So you say. I hope you have a plan for the power vacuum left behind otherwise you're replacing one asshole with another that holds a different name.

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You're stupid. [He spats out scornfully through his clenched teeth.] I don't give a shit what happens to the world. It can go to hell for all I care.

[Because it is just like Silco had said. What fueled Akechi was nothing but a petty, childish and selfish fantasy of revenge. He didn't stand behind a greater cause of any sort, nor did he care about them. After all, the rot had rooted itself to the very core of the society. Everything and everyone was just as ugly and disgusting to him. He'd rather watch the world burn than try to save it.]

[conflictresolution]

What a selfish little boy you are. [He sneered that, shaking his head.] You've already lost, and you haven't even finished your petty little revenge tour.

[He sat back and set down his pencil again, watching Akechi. This was conversational gold, honestly. He'd probably relisten to the recording to put himself to bed tonight, probably have a little chuckle to himself.

As it was, he was certain Akechi still had some more to give.]

Still, I suppose you can useful.