Event Nine.

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Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[theshowsover]

...Yeah.

[He's exceedingly lonely, and that was what led to his downfall, in the end. The emptiness drove him mad, the desire for approval made him easy to manipulate.

Akira hopes he has time to fix those things here.]

How much has he told you about himself?

[They live together, but Akira isn't going to assume Akechi has divulged anything he doesn't have to. He might be prone to oversharing, but he also keeps a lot buried deep inside.]

[heartsteals]

[ How much is he allowed to actually say? He's not big on divulging secrets, especially those told to him in confidence - or, at least, that he inferred in confidence. He eyes Akira for a moment or two, clearly weighing what to say in his mind, but in the end, he shrugs lightly, looking out at the water again. This kid knows a thing or two about keeping secrets, himself. Besides, for some reason, he feels very sure that Akira only has Akechi's best interests in mind; there's an instinct in his gut to trust him. ]

He hasn't told me much at all, but I've been able to put together some things. I know he doesn't have a family - probably never had one his whole life, or anyone close to support him. And I know he thinks a lot about right and wrong, even for a detective. If I had to guess, he's trying to find justice in a world that never gave him any.

[ a beat. ]

... Kinda like me. That's probably why he's pretty easy for me to read.

[theshowsover]

[Lupin is very perceptive. Akira appreciates that about him; he hopes at least some of those skills passed on to him. Though he hardly knows everything about Akechi, about the darkness inside of him that he hides from the world, he knows enough. Akira nods.]

Yeah. His dad was never around, and he lost his mom. [Though Akira won't say how; that's too heavy a topic for him to divulge.] So I think... that's right. He's trying to fix what he feels is broken.

[Of course, the way he's going about it is... not great. But Akira keeps all that to himself.]

I want to help him.

[heartsteals]

[ he came here to talk to Akira about -- well, Akira, and here they are, discussing Akechi. Lupin can't help smiling wryly to himself. This demonstrates why Akechi was so torn up about him disappearing, at least - they're clearly better friends than he'd thought.

The revelation about Akechi's parents is less a revelation and more a confirmation of what Lupin had already surmised. ]

That makes two of us. [ he leans on one hand, glancing over at Akira. ] It seems like you're doing a good job of it already, considering the state you had him in. He usually likes to pretend he doesn't get attached.

[ Whatever it is Akira's doing, he should keep doing it - that's Lupin's stance. ]

[theshowsover]

...What kind of state?

[He knows Akechi was upset when he arrived at the island - or spitting mad, is maybe the more accurate description. But Akira is more used to Akechi showing displays like that to him; that he showed it to other people is a new development.

Of course, it wasn't just over him, he knows. Akechi was worried about Caramia, too. But it's still kind of... nice. In a way.]

[heartsteals]

Well... He was on edge. I think he was really worried about you - he just didn't know how to deal with that other than by getting angry. Oh, but he didn't do anything bad, so don't worry too much.

[ Lupin's here to keep him in check! Theoretically! He doesn't actually know how much of a danger Akechi is to himself and to others; it was easy to write off getting shot as nothing more than self-defense, and Lupin fully believes that's all it was. ]

I'm sure he's calmed down after talking to you and getting all this fishy business done with.

[theshowsover]

[Akira is glad to hear he didn't do anything "bad"; it's easy to imagine Akechi slipping, and possibly hurting himself of someone else, if pushed too far. He definitely seemed to be teetering on the edge when Akira met back up with him on the island.]

I hope so. He's avoiding me.

[Too be fair, Akira isn't exactly rushing to him, either. This seems to be an ongoing pattern with the two of them.]

He'll be okay, though. I think.

[heartsteals]

He will be. Just give him some time.

[ Akechi is high-strung. Lupin would bet he's just all wound up still - once he's gotten a minute to breathe and sort out all his feelings, he'll be back to his chipper self, no doubt.

There's a brief pause as he looks over at Akira; then, quietly, he reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. ]

You will be, too. You're doing good.

[theshowsover]

[Akira startles a little with that hand on his shoulder, but he doesn't pull away. It feels nice, warm. He appreciates it, he really does, and maybe the small smile on his face conveys that.]

Thanks, Lupin-san.

[But he's been talking all about himself, or at least until he was able to divert the attention to Akechi. But he still remembers that everyone else got sick. So.]

Are you doing okay though?

[heartsteals]

[ he only leaves it there for a few moments - much like Akira only leaves the conversation spotlight on himself for a few moments. One of those types who doesn't like talking about himself, perhaps? They really do have a lot of things in common. ]

My arms are killing me from carrying this big rock around earlier, [ he responds with a dramatic sigh. that rock was his friend but it's fine. ] And I still feel a bit like I'm having a terrible hangover. But it's nothing I can't handle.