PC: Akira Kijima

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Weekend 0, Saturday

[voltadomar]

[Late in the day, Kim's checking out the hotel. He wears a pair of jeans with a long-sleeved shirt. Bruises cover his face. A bandicoot sits perched on his shoulder, sniffing up at the air as he enters the kitchen and observes his surroundings, noting the young man nearby.]

A kitchen. Looks like we can use this, what with the staff being unavailable.

["Unavailable" is putting it mildly.]

[bloodread]

[ akira is crouched at the oven, inspecting the broiler with a snake curled around his neck like a not so fashionable boa. he looks up and stares just a little in his intimidating all black 90's hot topic ensemble. ]

The hell happen to you? You get into a fight with big bird? [ we'll get to the kitchen comment later. ]

[voltadomar]

[Big bird...? He shakes his head.] I assume you mean Mr Revali?

No, this is from before I found myself in this place.

WEEK 0 AFTER TRIAL

[bloodread]

[ Akira has never been a beach person, but he finds himself on the shore for the second time in not so many days in spite of it. Part of it is his desire to be alone and somewhere quiet (haha) and the other part is curiosity in whether anything was here after all and he missed it. ]

Kinda hard to find anything in sand...

[voltadomar]

It seems that the evidence in the other locations has... vanished.

[Kim just shows up nearby, with a vague gesture to punctuate the mysteriousness of that fact. He's very tired of mysterious facts today, but fuck it, here's a new one.]

If there was anything here, it's gone now.

[bloodread]

[ He jumps only a little, but this voice is one he'd expected to find here sooner or later. ]

Just like how we mingling with a corpse and didn't notice, huh...what a pain in the ass.

WK 2; Wednesday Morning

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[ (And away we go to memshare land because snake daemons are good at touching glass on the ground.)

The blaring warning of a railroad crossing cuts through, hazard lights flashing as you stumble backwards back onto asphalt. The train is coming soon, but your focus isn't on the obvious danger, but on the large looming mass just beyond the crossing. Huge, impossible, grotesque with a grin that isn't quite Cheshire but in some ways innocent, this is Kubitarou of Kintoki. And she wants your head.

The why isn't immediately apparent, but it isn't important—you're out of breath but not out of gas, but that isn't the same for the tawny hair boy next to you who's on his last legs. You could throw him over your shoulder but it would slow you down, and spirits don't have lungs nor any use for them. You need to confront her here. She's stopped momentarily, distracted by the lights but they won't last forever.

The boy next to you put his hand on the gun under his belt, but that's a dead end too. If you could have punched a spirit to death, you would have already. You need to give her what she wants. You grab the stuffed teddy bear in your backpack, make quick work of ripping off it's head, and throw the bear's head together with the worn, frayed body of a stuffed animal that's seen better days to the boy. You hope he understands, since you don't know how to sew.

Apparently he does, and apparently he knows how to use a needle and a thread like the boy scout he is. In a better situation, you might have laughed. Kubitarou has started to move again, and you know this is it. You always thought you would die for a stupid idea, but this takes the cake. The other boy throws the stitched together plush to her and....she stops. She stops and laughs, no, giggles.

And then she's gone. Actually gone, the senses in your core tell you. Right below where she stood is a pool of blood.

You reach out for it instinctively with your right hand and take a deep breath as your visit turns red. An image flashes through your mind, horrifying in many ways but it doesn't matter. You know where she is. You know where Ami is and you're going to save her.

Your vision turns red again. ]

...tch. You saw her, didn't you.

[voltadomar]

[Kim blinks heavily a few times, looking disoriented. Then he turns to look at Akira, and nods with a wince.]

Some kind of creature... and then that girl... Your niece?

[bloodread]

Kubitarou and Ami, yeah. [ Akira's gaze is down at the moment, focused on his right hand which is balled into a fist. With a sigh he relaxes and then looks at Kim. ]

Dealing with the spirits was the only way to figure out where Ami was. Every time they vanished I— [ He cuts himself off before he can finish, betraying that out of everything Kim just saw, that's the part he wants to hide the most. ]

Week 2, Thursday (cw: suicide)

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[Somewhere in town, Kim's daemon picks up a glass shard in her talons as she moves about in the form of a great skua. He doesn't realize there's someone else nearby, but in an instant, both he and Akira experience the pain of a thousand radio stations being blasted into their heads as they relive a particularly horrible memory.]

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[ Ergh, that was. A whole lot? Even for someone like him who's seen shit. Akira's rubbing his ears and shaking his head when he's back in the present, running his hands along his arms too like he's checking for something. ]

What the fuck was all of THAT?

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[Kim's wincing as he also snaps back to reality.]

Which part? The noise, or...?

[It sure was a lot.]

WEEK 2; after trial

[bloodread]

[ Being outside is an entire mood, and though he doesn't come too close, he comes within talking distance of Kim. He looks at the cigarette then stares up. ]

I've never wanted to smoke cause it affects your lung capacity which is shit for fighting. But that doesn't seem that bad right now.

[voltadomar]

[He looks over.] Don't. Once you start, it's damned hard to stop. Even harder to just keep it in moderation.

[bloodread]

Lucky me I'm underage and right next to a cop.

Week 3, Friday

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[It's not quite noon yet, but the lieutenant is standing out in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette.

He sees Akira nearby, and turns to face him.]

Your wounds from last night... How are they?

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They've been worse, as in yesterday. [ A slight shake of his head, Akira is just chilling out in the shade with his hood up despite the heat. ]

We've got other things to worry about, now.

Week 3, Saturday

[voltadomar]

[Akira's over by the snake bones? It takes a while, but Kim finds him there sometime later in the evening.]

So this is where you were.

[He'll... take a moment to see what kind of mood he's in before saying anything more.]

[bloodread]

[ He's leaning up against one of them, staring off into the distance. From his body language he's not angry, at least. Nagako is draped around his shoulders. ]

As good a place as any.

Week 4, Sunday

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[Somewhere out in the isles, Kim comes across Akira.]

Out for a nature walk?

[He probably doesn't actually think that.]

[bloodread]

Yeah, it's just another Sunday. [ Judging by his glare he is being sarcastic. He stops his walk pacing aimlessly. ]

Trying to figure out what else I could have done.

Week 5, Saturday

[voltadomar]

[Well, Kim finds Akira in the dining hall. He looks like he wants to say something, but gives what he's doing a curious look first.]

What are you making?

[bloodread]

Burgers. Food that requires more than two steps isn't worth it on Saturdays.

[ He has a couple of burgers on the flattop. ]

Want one?

week 6; saturday

[bloodread]

[ Akira's looking for Kim, and though the apartment rooftop isn't the first place he thinks to check he does eventually. ]

What was that look about?

[voltadomar]

[He's up there, having a smoke with his one hand and his black jacket. It takes a moment for him to remember which look, but he takes a guess.]

You really didn't get healed. There was enough to go around...