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call me out: garbage boy edition
get in the fucking confessional akechi
(obligatory spoiler warning: there are a Lot)
get in the fucking confessional akechi
(obligatory spoiler warning: there are a Lot)
get in the fucking confessional akechi
(obligatory spoiler warning: there are a Lot)
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Apparently, it hadn't been enough for the goddamned world to play a years-long trick on him. Apparently, it's not done screwing him over. Akechi had thought--foolishly--that things would be fine and locked in after he'd put a bullet in Kurusu's head. But then Shido had called him, told him to--
Goddamnit. God. Damnit. Akechi's pissed--all his hard work, all the time he'd spent inserting himself into the Thieves' little group, it had all been for nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. He'd gone into the Metaverse with the intention of ending the whole thing, but then he'd ended up, somehow, in Mementos. And he'd faced down Kurusu, who'd been acting downright wrong.
Kurusu sounds like him. Through the haze of rage, he recognizes that. And it pisses him off so much more.
Akechi draws his own pistol and points it at the Reaper. It's laughable, really, that he thinks he can face down this thing himself. But right now?
"Like hell I'm letting you finish him off!" Akechi snarls at the Reaper, breathing heavy and hard. Behind him, Robin Hood materializes.
Goro Akechi is ready for battle.
great googly moogly everything's gone to shit
...Better him than the others, of course, but why the hell does he have to appear at all while they're separated!?
Tch. Well. In any case, he's surprised when things suddenly go a bit quieter -- he can hear the Reaper, but he's moving further... and further... away? Maybe if he knew it was just him in here, that would be a relief -- still odd, but... a relief. He'd be rushing for the exit (that said Reaper has been so kindly blocking). But! As the lack of luck in this area, tonight, would have it? There's a damn high chance this persistent bastard has zeroed in on some other intended victim. Goddamn it... He'd like nothing more than to just be able to take this thing out himself, honestly.
But, there's no time for dwelling on what can't be immediately changed.
He's moving as quickly as he can, as quietly as he can; he should be careful not to draw its attention just yet, in case a sneak attack could benefit him once he sees what the fuck it's trying to do. He just hopes he didn't notice it drawing further away too late -- or stall too long, for that matter. Which... it would seem so?? His eyes widen when he sees... Kurusu of all people. Shit... If he reveals he's alive, that could be ba-... d...?
That's-...
... Okay...
Well, it's not okay, per se, but it's also not enough to have him suddenly deciding he shouldn't step into action. Hell, if anything, the sooner he gets them out of this mess, the sooner he can maybe figure out why there are suddenly two of him?? With that, he's launching into action. During his time running around, he'd switched to Girimehkala -- it's the only one he has right now that stands the biggest chance against this thing. But... He's switching out to Narcissus. With the Reaper's attention still focused on the pair:
"Mediarama!" There... feel better, you two?
Ah-... Well, apparently the Reaper has issues with being sneaked up on. It's quickly turning on him -- Goro's flashing a smirk right at its ugly face, already in the process of switching back to Girimehkala. Here's to hoping it just tries for a lot of physical and gun? Not as though he doesn't have some growing experience with being shot at, now. This time it can at least be at the real him, and everything!
Anyway, he's tossing out an order: "You two retreat! I'll keep him distracted for now."
He doesn't plan on sticking around and actually fighting the thing -- ah, it looks like he has a bit more luck on his side, too! The gun attack is repelled right back at the Reaper, earning another smirk from this guy. It'd be wise not to push his luck, so if those two could kindly get the hell out of here, he'll be taking his own leave as soon as fucking possible.
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He must be losing blood at an incredibly rapid pace, because he actually hears Akechi's voice come from two different directions. Granted, tunnels... things are bound to echo in here, but no— he's distinctly sure, in fact, that the source of his voice is both at his right side... and in front of him, several feet away.
The Mediarama's not enough to heal the gunshot wound, but it temporarily alleviates the pain, at least. He looks up, and... yes, that's Akechi. Wearing his stupid princely outfit.
He looks over to his right, and yes, that's Akechi, wearing his clothes.
What the fuck.
He has no idea what's going on but he already hates it? He hates it because has no idea what's going on but he also just hates it, period. He's sick of Akechi as it is, and now there's fucking two of them?!
He manages to stagger to a stand, still clutching at his side, and while he still doesn't have the fucking slightest what's going on... He'll obey that order for now. If only because he can't die here. If only so he can shoot Akechi in the back of his fucking head...
Shoot them both in the back of the head, actually. How generous of the world to let him kill his second-most hated person not once but twice.
He won't do it yet, though, because then the Reaper will turn his ire back on him, and he needs to survive, at least a little bit longer... Also, this fucking gunshot wound stings like hell and the Mediarama did practically nothing for it. Even with the bit of pain relief that the spell did provide, there's no way he'll be able to run like he usually does... which means... damnit, he'll have to go straight for the exit, won't he? He can't risk lingering around here.
Fuck this...!
i'm very sorry
What the actual fuck.
Akechi considers shooting both of them. Apparently Kurusu can see the impostor, so it's likely that it isn't some fucked-up hallucination. And it's ordering him around, and that much is like pouring gasoline on a raging goddamn bonfire.
"I don't take orders from fakes!" Akechi replies, practically shrieks. He's pissed, pissed that Kurusu is showing his moronic face and spouting bullshit that's not lining up with his character. Akira Kurusu has never been angry at the world, that's what had separated them, right? Akira Kurusu had maintained charm and bravery and kindness, to an infuriating point.
Akechi keeps his gun pointed at Akira, and he pulls the trigger. But then again, his hand is shaking so badly that it's not impossible for him to miss. How's your luck, Akira?