[i. lost and found] beware, beware, be skeptical of their smiles / their smiles of plated gold
[Akechi can distinctly recall the exact moment the bullet tore through his body, the splintering, white light of pain that exploded within him before everything went blessedly black. The hateful mix of satisfaction and fear that surged up in those last few seconds. The unfamiliar burst of warmth he felt in his chest, not from the bullet exploding out of his back, but from the memory of a kept promise. Oh yes, Goro Akechi unmistakably remembers the moment of his death.
And then he remembers what came after dying.
But being dropped into the middle of Wintermute's biting chill is not at all what he expected to find after Maruki's defeat. He was prepared for nothingness, perhaps, maybe a slow fade into a sea of consciousness, where the very idea of who he lived as would die away completely, but he'd never once thought it would be all of this heavy, freezing, endless snow.
Maybe Actualization wouldn't have been the worst ending for him after all.
Either way, there's a skinny teen trapped out in the snow, in a winter jacket that does nothing to hold the heat to his body, a scarf wrapped up around his mouth, arms crossed as he attempts to trudge forward through the thick snow. Please save his ass before he goes full popsicle out here.]
[ii. hot springs] deceit, so natural / but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning
[The sled ride back through the snow towards civilization? An exercise in outright humiliation. The only thing that saves Akechi's savior from his sharp tongue is the fact his teeth won't stop chattering enough to spit out any snide remarks, which really dampens the effectiveness of his cutting criticism and outright threats.
But it isn't until the very moment the teen slides into the hot spring to warm up his numb limbs - and oh, the cold burn against his skin makes him feel like he's alive again - that he notices he isn't alone.
How ultimately annoying.]
Tell me, was your arrival just as dramatic as mine? [Softly spoken, but nowhere near the affable charm the teen wielded for so long. If nothing else, there's a thread of exhaustion in Akechi's tone instead.] I can't say I've ever traveled by dogsled before. [a beat] Nor would I ever want to again.
[iii. wildcard] baa, baa, black sheep, have you any soul?
[ooc: go nuts! or hit me up for plotting if you want something specific!]
Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Undecided (cw: description of death, mention of murder)
[Akechi can distinctly recall the exact moment the bullet tore through his body, the splintering, white light of pain that exploded within him before everything went blessedly black. The hateful mix of satisfaction and fear that surged up in those last few seconds. The unfamiliar burst of warmth he felt in his chest, not from the bullet exploding out of his back, but from the memory of a kept promise. Oh yes, Goro Akechi unmistakably remembers the moment of his death.
And then he remembers what came after dying.
But being dropped into the middle of Wintermute's biting chill is not at all what he expected to find after Maruki's defeat. He was prepared for nothingness, perhaps, maybe a slow fade into a sea of consciousness, where the very idea of who he lived as would die away completely, but he'd never once thought it would be all of this heavy, freezing, endless snow.
Maybe Actualization wouldn't have been the worst ending for him after all.
Either way, there's a skinny teen trapped out in the snow, in a winter jacket that does nothing to hold the heat to his body, a scarf wrapped up around his mouth, arms crossed as he attempts to trudge forward through the thick snow. Please save his ass before he goes full popsicle out here.]
[ii. hot springs] deceit, so natural / but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning
[The sled ride back through the snow towards civilization? An exercise in outright humiliation. The only thing that saves Akechi's savior from his sharp tongue is the fact his teeth won't stop chattering enough to spit out any snide remarks, which really dampens the effectiveness of his cutting criticism and outright threats.
But it isn't until the very moment the teen slides into the hot spring to warm up his numb limbs - and oh, the cold burn against his skin makes him feel like he's alive again - that he notices he isn't alone.
How ultimately annoying.]
Tell me, was your arrival just as dramatic as mine? [Softly spoken, but nowhere near the affable charm the teen wielded for so long. If nothing else, there's a thread of exhaustion in Akechi's tone instead.] I can't say I've ever traveled by dogsled before. [a beat] Nor would I ever want to again.
[iii. wildcard] baa, baa, black sheep, have you any soul?
[ooc: go nuts! or hit me up for plotting if you want something specific!]