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来栖 暁 「ᴀᴋɪʀᴀ ᴋᴜʀᴜsᴜ」 ([personal profile] chemex) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2024-05-01 11:31 am

ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ.

Who: Akira Kurusu, Goro Akechi, Nikolai Gogol, and anyone interested in some shenanigans!
Where: A handful of locations around Aldrip
What: Akira and Goro have decided to do some people-watching to determine the identity of Gogol's farce to fake his death.
Warnings: There's a closed prompt that's gonna result in half a centimeter from death, but otherwise the only real warnings are that Goro and Gogol are involved in this log. ...probably a lot of innuendo and stupid teenager bullshittery, also.



[Picture this; it's a normal Wednesday in Aldrip, the weather is reasonable, you're going about your daily life. There's been some craziness lately, hasn't there? Some clown stole some organs, some people got messed up getting those organs back, and then some more people got messed up killing the clown. Yikes!]

[What you may not realize, is during the Killing of the Clown™️, some more things were stolen. Goro took it upon himself to steal Gogol's cloak and tablet, and... Well. As it turned out, Gogol's death was merely temporary, try as he might to convince others he was gone for good. He'd like his things back, but he's currently under the guise of an unassuming Salaryman...,]

[Cut back to this perfectly pleasant, normal Wednesday! Goro Akechi has opted to attempt to sniff out Gogol's trickery, once and for all. With the help of his partner (in crime and everything else), they have stationed themselves in separate areas of the city, connected by a seemlingly innocuous phone call, enjoying the weather and doing some good old-fashioned detective work by way of people watching. What could possibly go wrong?]

//ooc; please do not reply to this main post! comments will go up shortly for both goro and akira, as well as a third closed prompt. pick who you'd like to interact with, or hassle them both! reply to their comments for any and all sort of shenanigans, centering on your character's basic daily life in aldrip. :>
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (On an opposition)

[personal profile] opheliac 2024-05-04 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ some time passes with a lot of nothing, jinx still inside playing whatever game the arcade has in store, and on the outside — locals of aldrip travel up and down the sidewalk with no suspicion in their steps. just another normal every day, it seems like. until a boy materializes his way to the game parade, his outerwear looking rather similar to those who loiter at the docks (aka the thieves) if akira had a chance to tour there. the body language he presents is caution and shifty, and he has a slouch posture with his hands jammed in his wide pockets. the teenage boy halts in front of the establishment, peeking inwardly through the windows, then down to his feet — waiting. ]

[ strange? maybe not so much, but after a minute or two, jinx exits out of the building (bat still in hand) and approaches the stranger. he looks up from his feet and closes the gap between them -- the duo chat amongst themselves as the blueberry haired girl lowers the bat to dangle to her side (conveniently blocking akira's viewing to their hip-thigh region). whether akira spots this maneuver or not is entirely up to the player, but swiftly, the boy slips something in jinx's pocket and jinx tucks it down as quickly as possible in hope no onlookers would notice. is this something worth noting? ]
opheliac: (•_•) (Take your seat)

[personal profile] opheliac 2024-05-19 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the boy steal glances from akira, trying to look confident with whatever they are doing isn't anything extraordinary. jinx, appears to be the opposite, standing with full sureness the other chosen won't pick up their little thief exchange.

the two converse just a few seconds more until the boy takes a few steps ahead to one direction — leaving jinx some privacy to fish through her other pocket for her cellular device. as she texts one-handed, the boy busies himself by peeking inside the window of game parade until the other was done. who is she texting? possibly no one important... or important enough the boy had to give jinx some room. it's all strange. the boy makes his way to the girl again, thumbing the establishment from over his shoulder. her attention lifts from the phone to him, nodding to whatever he is saying before he disappears inside. again, strange. but now it leaves jinx isolated outside with her phone again — texting away as girls do. ]