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- !event,
- akashi kaoru,
- akiko yosano,
- akira kurusu,
- aqua (kingdom hearts),
- arsene lupin,
- cairngorm,
- caramia,
- clark kent,
- damian wayne,
- dave strider,
- dextera,
- dirk strider,
- eliot durant,
- elizabeth,
- gaku yaotome,
- gandharva,
- ginko,
- goro akechi,
- guren ichinose,
- haru okumura,
- honebami toushirou,
- ignis scientia,
- izuku midoriya,
- john egbert,
- jonathan kent,
- joshua bright,
- josuke higashikata,
- kairi,
- kamui,
- kei nanjo,
- keigo asano,
- koriel xiii,
- kyrie,
- maribelle,
- maya amano,
- michael mell,
- mikleo,
- minato arisato,
- misaki yata,
- mutsunokami yoshiyuki,
- ochako uraraka,
- okuni kumou,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- percy jackson,
- phoenix,
- prompto argentum,
- riku,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryo asuka,
- saruhiko fushimi,
- selina kyle,
- shiho sannomiya,
- sora,
- sorey,
- summer moran,
- tenn kujo,
- tonbokiri,
- zelda
Event Eight.
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The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. | |
Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's
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... unless Akira has begun to suspect they are based on their memories, like one of the hypotheses Akechi, himself, has been working with. And if that's the case-- ]
Ah, I don't particularly mind it. [ A shake of his head, both in response to Akira's question and as a means to ground himself back to reality. It's best not to get his hopes up, then set himself up for disappointment. ] I've been told I'm the kind of person who likes the sound of his own voice, haha.
[ Self-deprecating joke and rueful laugh out of the way, he sets the remote back where he found it, then makes the short trip back to his seat, where he quickly engages in wrapping the cardboard box in packing tape. He wants to do a thorough job, like everything he does, so he spends a good amount of time working on the bottom alone, since that's the area that's more likely to break the easiest.
Occasionally, he takes a peek at the television, and he can't help but let his own thoughts wander again, his own memories taking over. One of his earlier interviews, was it? ]
It feels like forever ago, doesn't it?
[ And for just that brief minute, he keeps his eyes on the screen, distracted from his task, a wistful flair in his voice. It's nostalgia, mixed with the knowledge that very moment set their fate into motion. ]
"They do more than the police." [ A chuckle, and then his gaze is back on Akira. ] With an answer like that, it's no wonder I've had my eyes on you from day one.
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It really was forever ago. Back before everything went to hell; back when he thought Akechi really was a good guy, if a little arrogant.
Back before he knew the pain he was truly in. Back before Akechi...
It was simpler then, though Akira didn't know it at the time. Sometimes he wishes he could go back.]
Sorry. [A shrug.] I have good reasons to distrust most police.
[Have, not had. He hopes Akechi doesn't read more into that than his faulty arrest.]
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... hmm. I understand.
[ While not a member of the force, Akechi himself does work alongside the police. And right now, with only this tentative truce between them, he can't blame Akira for not trusting him.
(As it turns out, it's hard to be an Ace Detective when he can't look directly into someone's heart.) ]
Regardless, to think I would so vehemently oppose the Phantom Thieves, only to later wind up joining them... [ And he busies himself with the cardboard box again, willing away whatever feelings of disappointment had begun to crawl out of the woodwork to haunt him. ] It has surely been an unexpected turn of fate.
[ Much like right now, with the two of them cooperating against all odds, truly working towards a common goal. Even now, the thought still feel surreal to him. ]
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Present company excluded, of course.
[Hopefully, Akechi takes that at face value; Akira is extending this truce in full, no matter their past.]
You did say we were fated to meet... You've said that more than once.
[He lines up the coffee bags neatly on the counter, ready to be transferred to the box whenever Akechi is done, with a quiet efficiency.]
Maybe it wasn't so unexpected after all.
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And for once, he didn't mind that at all. ]
That is true; I do believe fate brings people together. But it doesn't mean they always will be.
[ He can't tell Akira why or how he knows that, but that is the truth as he has learned it; even if they were meant to meet, had they stayed back in Tokyo and each followed through with their lives the same as usual, then surely by now they would have been on opposite paths again. By now, Akira might not even have been alive anymore.
Had nothing changed between them, then that thought wouldn't bother Akechi as much as it does now. ]
You, on the other hand, always said you believe only in yourself, and in the power of your bonds. Perhaps free will might be the other half of the equation.
[ Even now, they are thesis and antithesis. Separately, at least. ]
If it is true that fate brings people together, then could it be that choice is what keeps them that way?
[ Together, they could be synthesis. ]
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Perhaps it was fate that brought each of the thieves in contact with each other, but it was by choice that they are a family now. Perhaps it was fate that he and Akechi met, but by their choices...]
I think so.
[He says it with strong conviction.]
Saying that you're fated to part... That's just giving up, right?
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... well. I was never very fond of giving up.
[ It's low, and peaceful, and so unlike the weight of the feelings and meanings battling it out inside his psyche.
All his life, Akechi has been a fighter, surviving against all odds, thriving and making a name for himself - even at the cost of his humanity - and challenging a world that all but wanted to see him gone, like he had never existed at all. He was fueled by hatred, and revenge, and kept on living out of spite, renouncing any chance for happiness just to have the satisfaction of triumphing over his greatest enemy. It's toxic, and surely it will poison him beyond salvation, but it has kept him moving all this time.
... and then there was this town, and Akira, and the impermanence of death itself. It should have forced them apart, once, and then twice even after his return, and yet here they are, making plans and amends, joined by coffee and a bond that he couldn't touch or comprehend. This, too, was a challenge. This, too, was about not giving up.
He finishes his job and pushes the box aside, just slightly, timing his moves so the sound of cardboard on wood would cover up the lightest of sighs. It's only then he can look up at Akira again. ]
So. Choice, is it?
[ And while one might figure this is simply the natural conclusion to a philosophical exchange, his eyes are inquiring in the same measure as they are resolute. It's a question, as much as it is an answer.
This is their choice, isn't it? ]
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He believes that.]
Mm. I've already made my decision.
[He made it a long time ago, and while he won't pretend that it didn't get hard there after his death, ultimately he's never changed his mind. He knows what Akechi's true feelings are, buried so deep maybe he can't even reach them yet. He thinks they can be brought out, and that the choice Akechi ultimately makes will be the right one.]
Thanks for getting the box ready. [And he scoots it over, so he can start putting jars inside.]