raygunner | call me out: garbage boy edition

[ Akechi usually hangs out in big cities. Often, he can be found in the Trendiest Spots--particularly coffee shops, or high-end restaurants. Where does he get all the money? By battling, of course. Akechi's got a pretty well-rounded team, so he can definitely afford to throw around money.

He also goes cycling often, so maybe you see him around on his shiny red bicycle. Akechi's also made it his goal to investigate Team Rocket and their evil deeds. A little hypocritical, isn't it, considering he tends to take Pokemon from openly abusive trainers... but that's good, isn't it? He's helping them by giving them a better home.

Aside from that, he's a very pleasant boy who's prone to striking up conversation with a stranger... though sometimes, he trails off into thought, so there might be some lulls in the conversation. ]

Edited 2017-10-28 04:43 (UTC)

Name: Goro Akechi | Champion Charismatic Detective
Age: 17 | Height: 5'10" | Weight: 141lbs
Species: Human | Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Occupation: Detective, Phantom Thief
Likes: Winning, being wanted, solving cases, cycling
Dislikes: Being unwanted, Masayoshi Shido, losing, spicy food
Traits: Mysterious, thoughtful

Regains: Silver briefcase, tan peacoat, toy raygun, laser sword, Crow's Mask, Princely Attire

[ Goro Akechi spends most of his time around other people. They like him here, and why wouldn't he? He's likeable, a thoughtful boy who's always there to lend a hand and an ear. He often makes tea for those in need and makes sure things are in order. Akechi is attentive to those he becomes attached to, maybe just a tiny bit too much...

During trials, he's sharp, though his deductions are often punctuated by long silences.

And as the weeks stretch on, he seems to be less put together... He's more agitated, prone to speaking sharply. But he's still as observant as ever. Still, it's obvious that something is very wrong with Goro Akechi, and should anyone confront him, he'll not take that well. ]

Fuck.

Akira was a goddamn idiot. Granted, he had every right to be violently distracted by what had just occurred. After all, he found Akechi... fucking alive, down in Mementos, and... wearing his goddamn uniform, of all things?!

He doesn't even know why he bothered to exchange any words with him. It's obvious that he's been confused by some Shadow down here, because the nonsense that had come out of his mouth was absolutely asinine. Though it did beg the question of why he was down here, alone... and where the hell he managed to get those clothes.

It didn't matter.

He was about to turn his gun on Akechi— "I don't know how you survived the first time, but you won't get so lucky a second time" when he hears a soft jangle of chains behind him.

Heh, the Reaper... usually isn't this sneaky.

And it's backed them into a corner, too. Of course it has. Akira would just run and let Akechi fend for himself otherwise, but no, things can never be easy for him, can they? He can never just fucking gets what he wants, and now he's staring death in the face. Like hell... not after all that hard work, it wasn't going to come to an end here!

Is what he'd like to say, but the Reaper apparently has other plans. Plans like putting a hole through his torso with One-shot Kill.

Which is exactly what it does.

A stunned, pained choke comes out of him, Arsene fading away. His hands come and grip at his side, where he feels a warm stickiness— of course the armor he had on was no match for the Reaper... and he falls to his knees, gritting his teeth and glaring at the Reaper through watering eyes as it lifts a gun at him once more.

"...fuck you... fuck... this whole damned world..."

Don't worry, Akechi, your time's coming soon.

Edited 2017-10-29 00:44 (UTC)

So.

He's dead.

He can't say he didn't see it coming, but there it is. He's a little pissed at himself for how it happened. He won't be able to see the look on Shido's face when he pulls the trigger. Won't be able to see his long fall. Won't be able to do much of anything now.

... That also pisses him off. But right now, honestly, Akechi's too tired to truly feel much of anything except disappointment. Now that he thinks about it, he's been tired for a very, very long time.

Even now, though, can't he get some goddamn rest? He's on some fucking train, and all he wants is just to--

... He doesn't know what he wants. Akechi picks at the seat he's sitting on, and when he hears footsteps, he looks up. And he bristles.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Edited 2017-10-29 01:41 (UTC)

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