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April-May 2024 Test Drive Meme
April-May 2024 TDM
Introduction
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.
and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.
🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.
Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.
Content Warnings: Forced Relocation, Forced Sharing, Potential Violence & Harm
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
- New Star Children arrive in remote areas of Wintermute.
- Star Children buying food from The Wandering Dog get teleported to the School of Thoth to rescue people with a team of sled dogs.
- Star Children get amazing new winter coats!
- Star Children cannot part ways until they share something others have refused to listen to! The dogs enforce this.
- Simple, non-magical weapons stick out of the snow on the way to the train station.
- Anyone who picks up one of those weapons will see their train get attacked by frost spirits.
Content Warnings: Potential Forced Participation, Potential Harm
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
- Thoth has built experiments to bring Star Children’s ideas to life.
- Pick a paper tab off a Thoth Needs You! poster to participate. Or don’t. A mishap may bring Star Children there regardless.
- Do science! Be a human experiment! Maybe experience explosions!
- Togo, the Thoth mascot, will have an item from home for every Star Child who participates.
- Dog spirits man (dog?) a first aid center in a nearby classroom.
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Ryuji rolls his shoulders, cricking his neck back and forth, trying to get comfortable—a tall order while sharing a hot spring with The Detective Prince. Dying sure made him surly. Gone is the pleasant facade of a well-meaning narc trying to ingratiate himself with a band of young criminals in the name of justice. The Akechi he’d seen towards the end must really be his true self, the cold bitterness he carried in his heart until the very end. If not even a hot spring can melt that unpleasant attitude, Ryuji doesn’t stand a chance, huh?]
Yup. Dropped ass-first in the snow couple'a hours ago. No idea how. I figured it had to be some kinda weird Metaverse thing or whatever, but I haven’t seen any of the others yet.
[He looks up at Akechi, considering.] And you?
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Of all of the Phantom Thieves, except perhaps Okumura, Ryuji Sakamoto is the very last one Akechi would have liked to ever see again. But even still, the enemy he knows is still a better ally than than one completely unfamiliar to him. He can work with this, he can find a use even for an idiot like Ryuji.]
Mhm. [A slow nod of his head.] I appeared out in the pass in the midst of the blizzard. Hell frozen over or so I thought, but this isn't the afterlife or the Metaverse. It's elsewhere completely.
As for the others, I've seen Amamiya. [And finally, there's a rise of some real emotion in Akechi's tone, as he practically spits the name.] And Maruki.
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Now he just has to figure out what is going on.
Ryuji perks up at the mention of Ren, eyebrows flying up, a smile tugging at his lips. Good! If Joker’s here, that means they’ll definitely score a way out! But before he can celebrate, Akechi says his name.]
What? What the hell? [He looks flummoxed, voice unsteady.] What’s that bastard doin’ here? I thought we nailed that creep! I, I know we did!
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[The look that Akechi pins on Ryuji is murderous, as if he was trying to bore a hole straight through his head.]
From our brief conversation, he seems thoroughly convinced that we did indeed succeed in stealing his heart, but his access to his persona remains unchanged. Who is to say he won't use that same power again, changed heart or otherwise?
[Akechi allows that threat to linger in the air, wants Ryuji to feel the full, terrifying weight of it. What happened back in January could happen again at any moment.]
We should have killed him straight away.
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[It doesn’t make any sense. From what Ryuji understands—which, self-admittedly, isn’t a ton—Maruki shouldn’t be able to access his Persona if they really did force a change of heart. He shouldn’t be able to play with their heads anymore, change their worlds to the almost perverse degree he’d been able to back in January. The memory of his fake life from back then still turns his stomach.
Not as much as Akechi’s next words. The conviction with which he says them makes his blood run cold, even in the steamy hot springs. Ryuji turns to scowl at him, his teeth on edge, hands clenched into fists under the water.] No fuckin’ way, man. We’re nothing like you, y’understand? We don’t just kill people.
cw: alluding to brainwashing, also murder
No, I suppose you aren't like me. Instead of righteous punishment for their crimes, you steal their ability to choose. You take their free will, turn them all into guilt-ridden puppets forced to live the rest of their pathetic lives without a lick of agency again, wallowing over sins they never once felt sorry for.
[As much as he can not stand Haru, Akechi can't help but think of the sweet mercy he gave her by murdering her father before he could turn into that.]
Tell me again how that's at all different than Maruki's idealized world. A puppet is still a puppet, even when they're performing exactly how you want them to.
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[Akechi is just trying to get under his skin. He knows that. And it’s working. Not that Ryuji is hard to rile up by any means, but this isn’t some stupid teacher or arrogant authority figure looking down their nose at him. This is someone trying to justify murder with his whole chest. That’s wrong on so many levels.]
So you think murder is some kinda righteous punishment? You honestly think they’d choose that over us giving them a change of heart? Like it’s a bad thing that they feel guilty. They should feel guilty! That’s the only way to get better after doing something fucked up!
[He’s gesticulating, splashing water around, long limbs shaking with rage.] Fuck your justice. Killing people doesn’t solve anything, it just leaves the world full of holes.
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To Akechi, Ryyuji just sounds like a child arguing ineptly with an adult.]
I did.
[And no, it's not exactly the same situation, Akechi's choice was not in response to the other's stealing his heart, but it's impossible to not see the immediate correlations.]
Do you think I wanted to die, Sakamoto? That my immense grief over the blood on my hands could only be wiped away upon my death? [Despite himself, Akechi's voice lifts upwards, mockingly.] That my poor, withered heart could only be laid to rest once I paid the ultimate sacrifice?
[For such a pretty face, the sneer that cuts across it is ugly]
Don't be stupid. I would have stayed, I would have faced every consequence of my actions to remain there, to continue living - but never under someone else's thumb. I would choose death a dozen times over, each more painful than the last, if it meant escaping a life where I lost control over who I was.
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He’s never fought with a dead guy before.]
Dude… [Having never died before (to his knowledge), Ryuji doesn’t really have a leg to stand on here. He has no idea what he’d rather choose, if he ever found himself in Akechi’s shoes. Because yes, obviously he’d choose to live, he’d always fight to see the sun rise on a new day. But would he make that choice if it meant being controlled? If his choices were no longer his own? He doesn’t get it, has no idea how that could possibly feel.
But he tries to. Bless him, he really does. For as stubborn and dim as Ryuji can be, there’s a fiery empathy at the core of everything he does.] The blood on your hands wasn’t all you. We know that, okay? You’re not some evil, selfish piece of shit, man, like— wh-what you did was fucked up and awful, yeah, but you’re not Kamoshida or Madarame or— or Shido.
It’s different, man. It just is.
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Without warning, the older teen is on his feet, a noticeable tremble along his skinny shoulders, both hands curled into fists at his side. And his face reflects all of the uncontrollable fury that he carried within him while they traversed the Metaverse, red eyes flashing too bright, as if he was seconds away from calling upon his Persona to come rain hellfire down on the other boy.
Instead, he just spits out pure venom, hissing in response.]
I don't need your fucking pity. Don't talk about shit you don't understand.
[And maybe it's character development that Akechi doesn't just leap forward and strangle the shit out of Ryuji right there, instead spinning in place and making to leave the hot spring in a huff.]
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I hate you.
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Whatever, man. [At least Akechi isn’t strangling him. He looked like he was seconds away. Ryuji can take being hated on the chin.
Well. This is awkward now. As if by nervous instinct, he reaches out to pet the closest dog, long fingers scritching behind their ear. None of the dogs back off or retreat, just… circling them still, watching them bathe. Weird.]
Guess there’s a reason people don’t talk about dyin’ in hot springs. [Kinda deflates the gravity of the situation when you’re both butt-ass naked in near scalding water that smells like eggs.]
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He waves a hand dismissively towards the sled dog that Ryuji is already petting.]
If you like dogs so much, figure out why they won't let us leave, won't you?
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While Ryuji sadly can’t speak to dogs, he does turn to face the little guy, panting and smiling happily from getting pet. None of them seem hostile, which is good. They all have collars, even. Somebody must have trained them very well.] Don’t listen to him, buddy. He wouldn’t know a good boy if it bit him on the… nose… [Trailing off, Ryuji finally notices the note tucked into the dog’s collar. He pulls it out, frowning, eyes desperately scanning the words…
Of course it’s in fucking moon language. Damnit. With a sigh, he reluctantly hands the note to Akechi.] It’s in English. Could you just…
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Akechi tears the note away from Ryuji, huffing out his supreme annoyance.]
I thought that Shujin was supposed to be one of Tokyo's more prestigious schools. What have you been doing these last two years?
[Akechi was able to hold down his third-year studies, his rising celebrity, his work as a detective, and as a hitman, all at once. What's your excuse!!
But he turns his attention down to the paper in hand, finally giving Ryuji a reprieve from his glare, scanning over the note with a press of his lips together.]
Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to. [The note is flipped over, just in case there's further instructions or a different kind of puzzle to solve, but it's otherwise blank. That is all they were given.] What nonsense.
Ask them if they are waiting for us to talk before they release us. [Akechi gestures to the dogs again. Go on, Ryuji, talk to your friends.]
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[Stupid sexy Akechi with his stupid huge brain. English is for chumps, anyway. Only good thing about English class is Ms. Chouno’s immodest neckline.
Ryuji pulls a face as Akechi reads the note out loud, the words having trouble sinking in. Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about…? What’s that supposed to mean? And wait, he has to share something intimate and vulnerable with Goro Akechi? He’d rather drown himself in eggy water! Even the thought makes him bristle. He can’t imagine Akechi feels much different.]
You fuckin’— What, you think the dogs are gonna tell us? Gimme a break. [At least they’re better company than him. Sighing, Ryuji turns to the dog he’s petting.] Or whaddya say, buddy? Hm? You won’t let us go ’til we talk it out, therapy style?
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Spoken like a lowlife with no dreams outside of his own mediocre hometown. Not that I expected anything else from you. Thinking big was never your strong point. Honestly, neither was thinking small.
[Sakamoto would be the one to never once question where his future was headed. He was too much of a follower, always trailing after Joker's heels, yapping like a clingy pet more than an equal.]
I suppose we are stuck in a stalemate then, because I refuse to give in to the fox's perverse mindgames.
[so like, guess they will just die???]
cw: mention of violent death
[Yeah, they’re not getting anywhere like this. What does Akechi know, anyway? Ryuji has dreams. Ambitions. He’s moving away soon, taking an active role in his own life, getting help for his disability. He’s doing stuff! Thinking on his own! He’s gonna be able to take care of his mom soon, provide for himself, for his family.
And what does Akechi have to show for all his accomplishments? A bullet to the fucking brain, that’s what.
… okay, that’s fucked up. He shouldn’t go there. Ryuji feels guilty even having thought it.]
So you’re just gonna sit here, then? [Ryuji blinks, incredulous.] You'd seriously rather turn into a human hoshigaki before you tell me anything? [Sputters, exasperated,] Just— I dunno, just tell me about a bad grade in middle school or whatever, it’s not that deep, dude!
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But in the end, what does anything of their previous lives matter if both of them are trapped here in the fox's realm until they attain these 'full potentials' she wants from them? Akechi's schooling and career and celebrity, Ryuji's rehab and future family, all of it totals out to zero evenly across the board.
They're both lost everything coming here.]
Oh please, I've never gotten a bad grade. [spoken like that's the most obvious answer in the world] If it's not that deep, why don't you start us off then, Sakamoto? I'm all ears.
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[What the hell does Ren even see in this guy, anyway? Why’d he let him into the Phantom Thieves? Why the fuck is this fucking guy so important to Joker, that Maruki made a brand new world where Akechi never died, just so they could spend more time together? He doesn’t get it. From where he’s sitting, Akechi just seems like a pain in the ass.
But okay. He doesn’t want to start? Ryuji will pick up the slack.] Fine. I think math should be an elective. People refuse to listen when I tell them, but that’s how I feel. See? Easy. [That is so not what the note asked for…]
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Ryuji's attempt at sharing something manages to get a laugh out of Akechi, a huffing, quiet sound, not the sparkling, melodic laugh of the detective prince, but nothing as maniac as his cackling in the Metaverse either.]
Is that your idea of a loophole? We both know something so inane isn't going to satiate our captor. Try again. Something of value.
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[Yeeeeeah, he’s stalling. He’s definitely looking for loopholes. It sucks being the one to go first, okay? He doesn’t know where the bar is, and he doesn’t want to be the one who sets it!
But at the same time, he knows Akechi's right. Damnit. That’s even worse than having to share secrets and shit with this guy.
Deflating, Ryuji stares at his reflection in the water, turning things over in his brain, trying to decide what he feels comfortable sharing with him, but still falls under the fox’s criteria. He’s still absentmindedly petting the dog, like a fluffy fidget for his nervous fingers.] Um… I, I stopped workin’ hard at school when I joined the track team, 'cause I figured if I went international, I’d have a career all set. I could provide for my family. Then, when Kamoshida broke my leg, I just… never picked it back up. Didn’t feel like it mattered anymore. Just felt sorry for myself instead.
So? That valuable enough?
cw: suicide attempt mention
Not so much Ryuji's part in it - the fact that he was stupid enough to assume his career in sports would take off to such a degree that he dropped all pretense of schooling is the most idiotic thing Akechi's ever heard. To cast off hard work simply because of a whisper of skill? Somehow, Ryuji just keeps looking worse and worse in his eyes.
But to hear point blank that Kamoshida broke his leg? That's something new he never knew. Naturally, Akechi kept up with the news. Even before the Phantom Thieves started their crusade of 'justice', he saw the articles and interviews with that man. Heard about the revolting things he did to his students. About the girl who tried to kill herself because of him.
How the rest of the Thieves didn't want Kamoshida dead still makes no sense to him. If it had been his classmates, if he'd seen such a disgusting abuse of power over children by an adult, he never would have stood for it.
And now knowing he was the one who gutted Ryuji's dreams? It makes even less since why the man is still alive today.]
Hm. [Is all Akechi says for a few long, uncomfortable moments, leaving Ryuji hanging, before he finally speaks up again.]
Don't look at me. I'm not the one judging this.
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It’s not like Ryuji never wanted Kamoshida dead. Ever since that bastard started talking shit about his mom, a part of him knew he’d never be satisfied until the fucker was dead. It’s a part of him he’s terrified of, but a part of him nonetheless. He wanted to hurt him. Still does. Because of Kamoshida, the one thing Ryuji was ever any good at was taken away from him, now only hurting him instead. Because of Kamoshida, his mom blames herself for ruining his life. If it were only up to him, Kamoshida would be dead.
But it’s not all up to him. Kamoshida’s victims all deserve justice, recompense for all the horrors he put them through. They deserve to know that he’ll live to see punishment, that he’ll lay awake at night ravaged by the guilt of what he’d done to them, knowing that it eats him alive. A fraction of the pain they’d all suffered at his hands. That’s justice. That’s what sets Akechi and the Phantom Thieves apart.
Of course, Akechi doesn’t give anything away. He barely even reacts to anything he’d told him. Frustrated, Ryuji groans, smacking his hand into the water.] Come on, dude! Throw me a bone here! What do you think qualifies then, huh? Gimme something, man, anything!
cw: description of suicide
He would be dead and she would continue living.
What greater justice is that?
But Akechi falls quiet as Ryuji whines, a hand reaching up to idly tuck his hair behind his ear, a familiar motion, something to focus on. Sharing anything real has been an impossibility for Akechi for so long. But then he met Ren, and no matter how desperately he wanted to see that boy crushed beneath his heel, he managed to coax more truths out of Akechi than he thought he had left within him.
So when he finally speaks, it is cold and even, but there's just no hiding the emotion that trembles in his eyes.]
My father killed my mother.
[A soft inhale, before he continues, as if even speaking it aloud after all this time was difficult still.]
He may not have pushed the razor-blade to her wrists, but it was his fault she took her own life. And not a single person ever believed me. Every foster home I was passed around to, the moment I spoke up about Shido killing my mother, about his association with our family, I was shipped out again, back to the center where they kept us dirty orphans rounded up.
Even then, when he was nowhere near as how powerful he became, his influence was so immense that a mere child couldn't even speak out against him without swift punishment.
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cw: descriptions of violent domestic abuse, child abuse, alcoholism
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