[open] - may catch-all

[murderingjustice]

Who: Akechi & You
Where: here and there
What: your typical catch-all log for may!
Warnings: references to violence, guns? Akechi's dramatic ass?



1 - Early morning

[It's very early in the morning when a series of loud sounds of a gun firing can be heard at the Orchards. Some people wake up and go for a jog as a first thing in the morning: Akechi, however, decides to use his time to do some shooting practice with his handgun. He's gathered empty cans and bottles and what have you, placed them on top of the fence, using them as his makeshift targets for his practice.

He's located rather close to the infamous statues. And whoever decides to approach them will notice that two of the statues have taken a quite bit of damage. There's almost completely demolished statue on top of platform reading: "Goro Akechi, the Saviour of the Aldrip". The another statue that has gone through some remodeling is the one belonging certain Osamu Dazai. The said statue is actually in pretty OK condition, if you didn't count on the missing head.

Oh well! If that certain Radio Show is to be believed the locals would repair the statues the next day so, who cares.]



2 - It's Called Fashion

[One thing that modern people take granted for is a wardrobe of clean clothes. It had been February in Akechi's world when he had arrived here, leaving him with rather ill-suited outfit for Aldrip's climate. So, he's slowly been collecting himself a new set of clothes after getting paid for helping around the locals with their matters... Matters, which often seemed require someone to do some light, casual "detective" work for them.

With a thermos full of fresh coffee in hand, Akechi's going through the shops at the downtown, checking out the clothing available and hoping to find something that did not scream late 19th Century couture. It's just then when his eyes land on rather... eerily familiar outfit on display window]

--What?! [He lets out an involuntary shriek and drops the thermos, spilling coffee on the ground. His eyes are wide and perplexed, faint shade of red spreading over his face. Look, he's not embarrassed. Just shocked that's all.]


3 - Leopard Can't Change Its Spots


[So.. Goro Akechi had been very satisfied to bury the famous Detective Prince and leave that line of work behind him. And yet, here he was, accepting work from the locals and helping with their everyday troubles. Their issues hardly hold a candle to the crimes he'd solve back in his own world. After all, he had been more familiar with the uglier side of society and working with the violent crimes. (Okay, he might've been the true perpetrator in most of those but shhh..)

But still, the work kept him busy and it'd be to lie that he didn't find any satisfaction solving the cases. No matter how mundane they were.

He's currently sitting in one of the coffee shops, a fresh cup of coffee in front of him and going through the notes about the current case he's working on. Something about local jewelry shopkeeper finding that some of his products were missing and replaced with replicas of sorts. Akechi honestly suspected that it was the nephew he kept as a worker there behind the crime but so far there wasn't any solid proof.]


Wildcard Got something in your mind? Leave me a top level, Akechi can really be found around all around Aldrip! downtown, forest, cave, windmills etc. for plotting reach me via discord & pm.

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[foundheart]

[This just had to be the day Sumi decided to resume her early morning jogging, huh?

The sound of gunfire startles her at first, making her skid to a stop, heart pounding in her chest. It takes her a minute or so to realize it doesn't sound like someone trying to fight with a gun, and slowly she makes her way over to see wtf is happening.

Honestly, it's a relief to see it's Akechi. She waits until he's spent a round before making her way over, one hand raised in greeting]

Akechi-senpai! You're up early!

[murderingjustice]

[Akechi had just fired one round and in process of switching the magazine to a full one when he hears a familiar voice calling out to him.]

Ah. Yoshizawa-san. [He nods as a greeting, not all that surprised to see her up and about at this time.] I could say the same thing about you. I see you've adjusted well to this place.

[foundheart]

I don't know about that... [She laughs sheepishly, wiping off her forehead as she approaches at a more even pace.]

It's more like doing familiar things helps. It's all a little crazy. I keep waiting to wake up back home. [She watches his gun, relaxed and comfortable in his presence.]

How have you been adjusting?

[murderingjustice]

Yes, I believe that it a smart move. Staying idle while fiddling our thumbs will only make us passive. Finding something to do and keeping yourself busy is vital in situation like these. We can't allow ourselves go soft.

[There is a small twitch of his lower lip when Sumire mentions the 'home'.] I'm afraid it won't be that easy. But we'll find a way, like always.

I'm doing just fine.

[foundheart]

Mm. I believe in us. I still need to find a gun too; it feels kind of weird being without weapons in such a weird place. [She rocks on her heels, looking at the targets and the statues.]

Is all of this 'just fine'...? [Seems sus.]

f...fashion.........

[orphne]

[Shopping isn't nearly as high on Kotone's priority list as it is on, say, Yukari's, but she likes to browse and window-shop sometimes. She'd actually been looking for a swimsuit; with how warm the afternoons get, it might be nice to walk to the beach and go swimming!

The sound of a shriek catches her attention, and she pokes her head out from the store to see -- ah.]

Hey, Akechi-san, [she greets, as if they're just passing each other normally. She points.] You dropped your coffee.

walk, walk, fashion baby

[murderingjustice]

[Aldrip truly is a small place!

Akechi jolts, straightening his back automatically when he's addressed, almost as if he just got caught red-handed doing something bad.]

Shiomi-san. Good afternoon. [He greets her back, trying to appear casual to her.] Ah! So it seems. I suppose my hand isn't as healed as I'd like it to be.

[Lies. It's perfectly fine. He bends down to pick up the thermos, closing the lid once again.] A pity, though. To waste such good coffee.

[orphne]

[Fortunately for him, she keeps her incredulity from her face. That hadn't been a shriek of pain -- that had been a shriek of surprise, or maybe embarrassment? But she'll let him have that for now in favor of heading toward him, trying to see what might have startled him so.]

Is it good? [she holds out a hand as if she might take the thermos for herself. Let her try! Also-] So what startled you so badly?

[murderingjustice]

Hm? Oh, this. [He raises the thermos in his hands, brows knitting into a slight frown before handing it over.] It might not be good anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if sand got mixed to it after that.

[It's ok. He'll have Akira make him more later.

He flashes her a polite smile and steps forward, gesturing to her that they should move on.] Nothing much. I was just deep in my own thoughts. Now, shall we?

[orphne]

[Too late, she's already unscrewing the lid and peering inside. If there's any sand, it probably sank to the bottom, so she takes a cautious sip anyway and lets out a delighted noise.]

Oh! It's delicious! [She hums contentedly as she looks around again. He's in an awfully big hurry to get away from here, huh...? Come to think of it, that impressively gaudy uniform is new. Does he recognize it?

Her eyes sparkle with just a hint of mischief as she turns on her heel, thermos still in hand,] I was just thinking I could use a second opinion. As an idol, you probably have a good eye for fashion, right? [She fully intends to head right back into the store.

Look, at least it's probably a better look on her than the wan half-smiles and distant looks from the last time he'd spoken with her? Progress, of a sort.]

fashion, put it all on me

[bratherine]

( Yeah, it's not likely Kate is going to find anything to wear. Not just because the outfits here are a far cry from anything she would like to put on, but because her purse is still woefully empty. Instead, she trawls the streets of Aldrip, scanning building after building for a place to work.

And maybe for a shop that's heard of hoodies.

Unfortunately, the shop she's exiting doesn't have any spaces going and all the clothes look like they're more trouble than they're worth to put on. The attempt at a polite façade has well and truly vanished from her face, replaced by a more typical scowl, and she's just about to pack it in for the day when someone's yelping what rings in her ears.

Fuck's sake, what's he crying about— )

... That's ugly.

( But really worth that racket? Sus. )

kate plz...

[murderingjustice]

[Akechi has crouched down to pick up the fallen thermos, feeling a little irritated for wasting cup of good coffee more than making an unintentional mess, when he hears Kate's evaluation of the outfit and..

He's kinda offended, tbh. All of the metaverse outfits were dramatic and silly to some degree, true, but they were supposed to be representations of their hearts. So, to call it ugly is.]

Quite harsh judgement. But I suppose the design stands out.

[bratherine]

( She calls it as she sees it, and what she sees looks like a fancy dress costume for someone with more money than sense. )

Be better t'be ignored.

( Just saying! Sorry about the dragging you're (unintentionally) suffering, Akechi. )

[murderingjustice]

[Well, it is flashy and very costume-y. But then again, it's not meant to be worn as your daily clothing.]

I suppose, but we don't really have that luxury here. We have already been singled out as the "Chosen".

[bratherine]

( That moniker gets a twist of Kate's expression. No, thanks. She isn't chosen for anything, and certainly not for a place like this that offers her nothing.

At least Jigokucho alleged they could fix things. Even if that was (probably) a lie, it was one worth trying for. )

They've got shit taste in Chosen ones, too.

( She is case in point. )

The fuck are we meant to do?

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[darkdisgrace]

[Hilariously, Chuuya was taking a morning run himself. It's hard for him, being stuck here: Too peaceful by far, no regular fights to partake in to burn off energy. The only thing he has going for him is work, exercise and training to burn off that restlessness, and it's an uncomfortable adjustment when you've lived your entire life on the more violent side of the tracks.

So of course when he hears gunshots, he gets curious enough to redirect his path towards their direction, slowing to a stop when he gets close. The sight that greets him is terribly amusing: That Akechi guy and Dazai's headless statue. What follows in lieu of greeting is--]

Nice remodeling job.

[Said with a smirk.]

[murderingjustice]

[Akechi has just finished firing one round at the cans, hitting each mark flawlessly as he does, when he hears footsteps near him. He turns around, lips curling into a sour expression at the sight of a familiar redhead. Well, well. If it isn't one of his least favorite people.

A hot, prickling sensation raises in the back of his neck, right where Chuuya had grabbed him previously.]

Good morning, Chuuya-san. [He greets but doesn't bother with bringing politeness to his voice.] I figured no one would miss it.

[darkdisgrace]

Geez... You're one hell of a guy, aren't you?

[It's said with some clear amusement. There's no politeness in Akechi's voice, so he knows any perfunctory formality in his address is backhanded. But he prefers honesty from people, so he's certainly not going to complain about it.

The funny thing is Chuuya is probably utterly uncaring that he left bruises on Akechi. He's got excellent control of his strength, but his priority at the time was to make sure the fight ended that instant without further injury. Some bruises don't really register as injury to someone like him.]

Nah, no one would miss his degenerate face. Hell, Dazai would probably praise it as an improvement. Art even.

[The quirk of his lips says he knows Akechi probably wasn't aiming for praise from the pain in the ass man they both know.]

[murderingjustice]

[Look, it's nothing personal! After their last encounter Akechi hardly feels any need to exchange any fake niceties, but that doesn't mean he's going to be downright rude.

It was hardly first time Akechi found himself bruised. He used to explore the Mementos and Palaces all by himself for several years, facing the shadows without any help. He's had much worse days for sure. But after each time he could just use some adhesives and return to reality unscathed, even if exhausted. Aldrip was not metaverse and he had to carry all bruises and injuries, all while dodging Akira's annoying questions.]

Hah! Is that so? [He laughs and loads his gun again.] Somehow I'm not surprised to hear that.

You can tell your friend that I'll gladly help him make it reality.

[darkdisgrace]

'Friend' is not a word I'd use when it comes to that bastard.

[He makes a face like the very idea is gross, a rather childish expression for a grown man.] More like a perpetual pain in my ass. And I'll pass that along.

[He watches Akechi load the gun, curiosity evident in his eyes. It's pretty obvious this isn't just target practice but venting in some manner, but Chuuya wonders how effective it really is when you're just shooting things. Especially when Akechi's own statue is absolutely ruined.

Frankly, punching things always appealed to Chuuya more.]

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[laserguy]

[Maybe only a true dumbass would go towards the direction of a gun firing off, and well, Scott isn't claiming to be one, but he also doesn't want to just ignore something terrible that might be happening?? He's not sure what he's going to do if it is something bad, but guess he'll figure it out then. At least no one is screaming, so that's probably good, unless that person is dead and therefore can't scream.

Right, why is he heading towards the sound again??

To his great relief, it's only some slightly older teenager shooting some cans and bottles with rather startling accuracy. The tension in his shoulders disappear as he looks from the makeshift targets, to the destroyed statues (which what the hell is that about), and finally to Akechi.]

Erm, nice shot.

[Totally not lame okay.]

[murderingjustice]

[Geez. What's it with all these people running towards the gunshots?

But hey! For once Akechi actually isn't up to no good. Just innocent shooting practice to keep his skills honed. Ah, and don't mind the statues. That's totally healthy way to deal with inferiority issues!!

A bullet hits yet another bottle, sending the shattered glass flying all around. Good thing that Akechi's made sure to set up a distance between him and the targets. Then, he turns his head to look over his shoulder to see just who interrupted him. He, of course, doesn't recognize Scott (thank god their previous conversation had been through text).]

Thank you. [He says nonchalantly, turns around and fires another round.]

[laserguy]

[He's never held a gun before and doesn't really plan on doing so in the future, but guess he probably doesn't need to anyway.]

So. [Now that he knows that everything is fine, he can just leave this guy to his shooting practice, but eh, he walked all the way here. Might as well converse a little?? And okay, he's curious about the two statues that have definitely seen better days. Looks like he's not the only one that's going to be charged with destruction of property at this rate.

Scott rubs the back of his head, before deciding to just be blunt about this.]

Did you have something against those two statues? [He knows Dazai, but without its head, he doesn't immediately put two and two together.]

[murderingjustice]

[The question makes Akechi close his eyes and snort out of slight frustration. He lowers his gun, and looks again over his shoulder. Though this time his eyes searched for the demolished statues behind him. He can feel his lip wanting to twitch out of annoyance but he keeps the control of his facial muscles, expression staying mild and uninterested. Like perfect marble, just as the statues.

Akechi's gun-free finds its place resting against his hip, while the other hung loose next to his side, finger still teasing the trigger.]

Hardly. I merely wanted to test out their endurance.

[laserguy]

Uh-huh.

[Maybe the other teen is telling the truth, but why be easy about this? ...Well, besides the fact that Akechi has a gun and he doesn't, but it's fine. He probably won't get shot, right? It's a passing thought that Scott immediately swats away because they're cool with each other. Probably.]

Just say that you hated the face of that guy in particular. [He waves in the general direction of the destroyed statues.] And I guess that entire person. Not worried at all about the locals being pissed at you for this, huh?

[He recalls Dazai mentioning that they're rebuilt pretty quickly, but it's still probably annoying for the people that are stuck with reconstruction duty.]