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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.
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Akechi...
[ it sounds mostly like him, still, although there's an odd growling cadence behind his voice. With the way his head's transformed, it's sort of impressive he can still talk at all. ]
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Yes, it's fairly obvious he has transformed-- and, really, this isn't even the first time Akechi has witnessed it, though he never lingered too long in the basement to fully analyse him. It was... unsettling to see him like this, more animal than human, barely capable of any logical thought. Nothing like the Lupin he'd come to know, and even call a friend. ]
Lupin-san.
[ He knows the beast in front of him right now isn't Lupin, either. Not anymore. But he tries, anyway. He has to try. ]
Can you understand me?
[ Out of instinct, his hand hovers over his pistol. Just to make himself feel safer. ]
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[ it's harder to believe he's out of his mind when Lupin can still answer questions in his own voice - but perhaps a little easier when a drop of drool falls from his jaws onto the floor. He doesn't seem to blink, staring at Akechi directly. He'd always had good night vision; now, as a wolf, it's so much better. His roommate's skin looks so soft and white and yielding, like cream on a cake; he can imagine it giving way under his teeth and the way his pulse might taste on his tongue. ]
Sorry. Got hungry. I don't like waiting. [ chains could never hold him; he'd put too much faith in his own willpower when he devised that plan, it seems. He sees Akechi's hand going to his hip, too, and he knows what that means. ] Are you afraid?
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[ And that is the truth. There's that lingering paranoia - though that seems to be an effect everyone else in town is currently sharing - but ultimately, Akechi knows with some certainty that he can handle this, if his hand is forced. He just hopes it won't come down to that; he really doesn't want to hurt Lupin.
The fact that he recognizes his voice, that he even talks back, it should be all good, but... that look. It's nothing like he's seen before. It's predatory. ]
At any rate, you won't have to wait any longer. [ A side step, careful, clearing the way to the basement, if Lupin wishes to return. ]
Dinner is served.
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[ Dinner is right there. He almost wonders if Akechi is saying it on purpose, trying to tempt him - doesn't he know how he sounds? Dressed like that, he barely even looks like the Akechi that Lupin knows - and that makes it all the easier for him to look like prey. How could he possibly go back and eat that pink sludge out of a cold can when there's fresh, hot blood offering itself up to him right here?
He can't.
Lupin springs from the rafters without warning, hands extended to catch Akechi by the shoulders. His gloves are gone, and in their place is black fur and black claws, aiming to puncture him and pin him down to the floorboards. ]
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Still, Akechi is quick on his reflexes and rolls to the side, just in time to dodge Lupin's attack, but enough to draw his gun just yet. Or perhaps he doesn't want to? If he can find a way to stop his roommate without hurting... If only he can think of something...
He makes a dash for the basement door, in hopes to get Lupin trapped inside again. In his Phantom Thief outfit gives him a bit of a boost in agility, but is it enough to outspeed Lupin in his beast form...? ]
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By now, he's not interested in talking anymore. There's only a heartbeat before he's lunging at his roommate again, swiping at his chest with his claws. ]
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Akechi manages to escape Lupin's assault, but just barely, the claws having left a dash across his princely vest as a memento of this encounter. There's a sting in his chest, and somehow, it doesn't feel like it's just from open flesh and blood sipping out; somehow, it's just a little worse.
He really didn't want to have to do this.
Still, his hand makes a quick grab for his pistol, and he takes a shot at Lupin's left shoulder. Hopefully that will be enough to stop him. ]
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The loss of judgement is a critical failure for a thief who prides himself on his planning. His mind immediately goes to the next attack rather than considering the possibility of a counterattack; Akechi's shot will find its mark easily, and Lupin cries out - or, rather, lets out a canine yelp - as he stumbles back a step.
It hurts. It hurts, but he can still move. How dare his prey hurt him? A deep, animal anger boils up inside of him, and with a wolf-like snarl, he retaliates, throwing himself bodily at Akechi with snapping jaws. He wants to pin him down. ]
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Eat or be eaten, eat or be eaten.
As the beast rushes towards him and goes for the body slam, Akechi takes two more shots, one at Lupin's other shoulder, and another aimed at the right half of his chest area-- away from the heart, but hopefully painful enough that would leave him incapacitated. ]
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His pounce doesn't quite make it into the air; he trips and falls over his feet, landing with a heavy thud that sends blood splattering onto the wooden floor. There's a whimper, followed by silence. He doesn't get back up this time. ]