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MOD LOG #3

MOD LOG #3

Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot

It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.

Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?

The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot

The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.

The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.

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[This is nice. This is comfortable. Sometimes, it's hard to remember why he doesn't do this more often just on a daily basis. But then the answer slaps him straight in the face: he doesn't know anyone he would be comfortable asking to do this sort of thing, usually...

Something in his gaze falters at that for a couple of seconds, before his attention is redirected to what the newcomer is saying.]

I know what you mean. But there are far worse things to worry about here than this, believe me.

[... was that comforting? Probably not.

When Akira is speaking, he looks at him, watches his hand signals falter... and then he's suddenly asking about coffee.

He stares at him for a moment, mind suddenly latching onto those few words like they were a lifeline. But maybe they're— things he would rather not say in the company of a stranger...? Right?]

The answer to that is always yes.

[...he'd pester him about it later. For now? He's putting his device away and walking over, leading Kurama with him, so he can swing his other arm around Akira's shoulders, and he gives him a little squeeze, as well. Don't think he missed how put off you looked! (As for why, he's... not thinking very hard about that, at the moment.)

With both the other males in tow, he starts leading them to their house.]

[Kurama would rather not give a proper explanation? If this Akira Kurusu is as much like his Akira as he seemed yesterday, Kurama can guess where giving him one will lead. But honestly, if he's going to struggle this much to keep them separate in his mind, it's the least they deserve. So Kurusu does get a small nod before Kurama is also distracted by Akechi.]

I'm aware but I'm more possessive of my mind than my life.

[He's not pouting. Honest. And if he is pouting a little bit, it's definitely the dust.

.....and he's far more curious than he has a right to be about what Kurusu might not have told Akechi 'last time'. But he's very aware that he has no right to be, so he'll settle for being amused by the coffee question.

Because he's already aware that the answer to 'Does Goro Akechi want coffee?' is always 'Yes'.]

It's been a long enough couple of days that I could use some, actually.

[He shouldn't be letting Akechi lead him around so easily. He knows he shouldn't. Kurama is a stranger to them. But even if he isn't touching Kurusu, having him closer, being there with both of them, eases that horrible restless ache that had driven him outside to begin with. The want for more is still there under the soothing warmth but it's far more bearable.]

[ His eyes widen a little as the arm suddenly wraps around him, and he... isn't letting himself be moved, at first. Yet, all the same, his entire body relaxes against his will. The look he gives Akechi is one of mixed feelings - stubbornly lingering conflict.

But... he looks down, one hand lifting to brush against the older teen's hand...

Then, he's moving and sliding the phone into his pocket for now. He doesn't remove it from his pocket until they're safely inside the house. There's considerable hesitance to move away from Akechi, but he's heading over to the counter to start the process of making coffee.

He hasn't asked Noël for help with soundproofing this place, just yet, since that guy already helped make the healing clinic safer. ]

Actually... are you even a fan of coffee?

[ He's looking to the redhead as that message is sent to their phones. ]

[There's a moment where Akechi doubts himself, when Akira looks at him. He pauses, tensing briefly, wondering if maybe he'd overstepped his boundaries, even though he seems to be relaxing.

The touch to his hand reassures him that he hadn't, and he relaxes, leading them the rest of the way.

He allows his hand to drop away, but immediately finds himself missing Akira's presence... he supposes he should let go of this guy, too? But they both seem so comfortable...

With his free hand, he pulls out his device.]

By the way, have the two of you already met?

[What Akira signed earlier— "I'm sure it is a long story, all things considered"— seemed to imply that he was somehow already in the know.]

Edited 2018-03-29 01:53 (UTC)

[Maybe Kurama should count his blessings that he wasn't actually touching Akira, because just watching him move further away is hard enough. He's almost disgusted with just how grateful he feels that Akechi isn't letting go of him.

This isn't his Goro and he shouldn't want to be close to him so badly.

But he can't bring himself to pull away from that arm around his shoulders.]

Generally speaking, I prefer tea. But this is definitely a coffee day.

[By which he means, he tired himself out yesterday before spending the night either awake or having nightmares, and he desperately needs a caffeine jolt.]

He was the first person I encountered when I arrived in the storm yesterday.

[It's subtle, but there is something almost delicate to the way Kurama's fingers spell that sentence out. Like someone who is choosing their words like picking through a minefield.]

Coming right up, then.

[ He's immediately getting started on enough coffee for the three of them. With his phone on the counter, he's able to read and work at the same time. It's not too long after he's got things set up, he pauses to sign, phone back in hand: ]

In retrospect, it seems like he was just humoring me.

[ He's looking. Right dead at the new guy as he signs that, but he does look to Akechi immediately afterwards. ]

He really rose above in the fight, and seemed to summon up quite a bit of battle finesse. It was impressive.

[ Riiiiiight back to the redhead, and there's a perfectly straight face as he finishes things off with: ]

But... it was almost like he knew me, so there was a bit of whiplash during our encounter.

[ Back to the coffee since this stuff doesn't brew itself. ]

[Akechi glances at him, and it isn't hard to see just why he said it was a coffee day; the bags under his eyes are quite telling of the troubles he had the night before. His brow pinches in concern.

He then looks to Akira, who is... using his words in such a way and has a look to his eyes that Akechi is well familiar with. He's getting the distinct feeling that he's punning, though he has no context. Still... he shakes his head lightly in exasperation, before his eyes draw to Kurama again.

He noticed that, too. Even under these effects, he was still keen enough to pick up on that moment of recognition in the man's eyes. How curious. Akechi is quite sure he's never seen him before in his life...

In either case... he gives him a gentle tug.]

Why don't we go sit down while we wait for the coffee to be made?

[A moment for this troubled young man to rest. He looked like he needed it.]

[Kurama doesn't miss a beat, to be honest, though his shoulders shake just a little with repressed laughter under Akechi's arm as his fingers fly over his device with far less care.]

I wouldn't say I was humoring you at all. Even if I could have finished the fight on my own, I was still in a thorny predicament.

[He goes along with Akechi's soft tug willingly enough. Sitting down doesn't actually sound bad... He's very tired. Besides, he knows a segue when he reads one and he knows better than to think either teen will just let go of the mystery he presents. Kurama would definitely rather be sitting down for that.]

And...you don't need to soften it with that 'almost'. I'm aware of how painfully blatant I was during that fight. I'm not sure how believable you may find my explanation, however.

[ His lips twitch a few times as he continues with the coffee for a moment. He considers responding, but Akechi is quickly kidnapping the guy to the sitting area - he does give the redhead a small smile of amusement. And Akechi gets a nod as a response to what the newcomer says.

For the time being, he's focusing on the coffee. He'll be back in the conversation after it's ready. ]

["Thorny" and "rose", huh... he's sure he'll learn about all that soon enough. For now? He's going to go sit down with Kurama... and his arm still remains around him. It's comfortable, it's warm, and right now... it's the sort of contact he craves.

But why is his mind tugging at him, feeling a need for... Akira, as well...]

I suppose questions are better suited for when we're all seated. For now, we should start off simple.

Akechi Goro.

[Yeah, Kurama will explain it if Akira doesn't. Despite feeling a very similar tugging of discontent himself, it's still far too pleasant to sit down and relax in the circle of Akechi's arm. It's easy and familiar and triggers an almost trained reaction that he can rest here.

He's just grateful that he manages to cut off the impulse to rest his head on the teenager's shoulder.]

Probably, yes.

Kurama. Or Minamino Shuuichi, if you prefer the formality a last name offers.

Kurama, then.

[Normally he would prefer a last-name basis, but as he's feeling rather warm and affectionate right now? He likes the familiarity of a first name. It almost feels like they're friends already...

Ah... but he probably won't see much of him again after the effects are gone, right? He'd seen a few others, the first time, but... that affection that had used to be there that wasn't without those effects felt something like a hole.

It flickers in his eyes, his mask not quite so refined while like this, but he does his best to push past it.]

Feel free to rest here as long as you need to. Akira won't mind. There's also an android here by the name of 9-S, but I highly doubt he would mind either.

Should I call you Goro-kun, then?

[Oh, this is dangerous. He shouldn't have asked that. Allowing himself to call Akechi by his first name, even with a suffix, isn't just edging into risky territory, it's waltzing recklessly straight past the barbed wire and signs proclaiming 'No Man's Land' to take an afternoon stroll.

Of course, that's kind of what being a Phantom Thief is all about.

Which might be the reason that, when he sees the darker flicker in Akechi's expression, instead of pretending he didn't notice anything, Kurama reaches into his hair and pulls out a perfectly blooming yellow rose. He taps the soft petals against Akechi's nose before offering it to him.]

That's a very kind offer.

Of course.

[His eyebrows lift at the flower that's produced from no where, and feeling it touched to his nose makes him wrinkle it a little. He smiles, reaching up and taking it delicately.]

You really "rose above", did you?

[Kurama smiles back, small and gentle for a moment before it shifts to a more playful edge at the message.

He'll pull all of these warm, content feelings under control in a minute. He's just...tired and it's so much easier to let it go for a moment.]

One could say that I blossom under adverse conditions.

You're as awful as he is. I hope you don't plan on pursuing such nonsense, otherwise I might have to get a restraining order.

[...nevermind the fact that he is being equally as, if not far more ridiculous without the use of puns. He also considers the rose in his hand. Should he fetch a glass with water for it...?]

I do my best, so it's nice to see those efforts bear fruit. Which might have been pushing my luck, but I'm not sure you have grounds for a restraining order, detective.

[His expression is teasing, but hearing a playful chide instead of shameless punning right back at least reminds him of his situation enough to refrain from actual flirting.

Because there are a lot of flirtatious jokes that can be made about 'restraining orders'.

He also notices the look at the rose. That one's familiar.]

It doesn't need anything until I cut it loose from my ki.

Edited 2018-04-05 04:30 (UTC)

[ His phone has been face-up all this time, which means he's been reading this entire conversation - some parts had his eyebrows lifting, ever-so-slightly... but he's managed to keep himself focused on finishing the coffee.

After all three cups are done, he carries two over to the sitting area. ]

Here you go... Kurama.

[ Naturally, each letter is individually spelled out; the device manages to pick up on it, at least. ]

And here's yours, Akechi.

[ Yep, the usual sipping sign, but-- ]

Or should I say, Goro-kun?

[ Hiiint of a teasing grin, edging close to one Joker would wear. But he's walking away to get his own cup, and then returning and speaking to Kurama, first. ]

I hope it's all right, by the way. It's similar to what I made at Leblanc, but not a match, since describing coffee only gets you so far with Santa.

[ No, the device didn't translate that wrong, but listen... there are robots, androids, a magical flying carpet. Also, he's just going to assume Kurama knows what the hell he's talking about, given he clearly knows some other version of himself well.

Also, he's moving over to sit down - not next to him, but in Akechi's lap. Instead of bothering to explain a damn thing, he's sliding both legs into Kurama's lap while casually sipping his coffee. ]

[The look Kurama gets at that response is absolutely exasperated, but clearly exaggerated. He's protesting, at the moment, far more for the sake of it than for any level of actual irritation.

But a word gives him pause. "Detective". Something he hasn't mentioned to any person since he arrived, and he couldn't come up for a good reason as to why Akira would bring it up.

It's then that Akira comes over and he looks up, then delicately sets the flower on the nearby table, then reaches up to take the coffee from Akira. At the change in name, he gives a blink, and... his cheeks might be heating up, ever so slightly?

He tries to hide it behind a sip of coffee, when...

Akira just takes a seat in his lap, and oh... that makes the blush intensify a bit.]

Aren't we comfortable?

[His feelings are somewhere between confused, embarrassed, amused and... somehow delighted. Well, if this is the way things are going to be? Akechi is going to set down his device in favor of bringing his hand up and running it through those messy curls.]

[Kurama definitely notices the implications of that exchange; it makes him wonder how long they've been here, and what point in their timelines Goro is from, that Akira doesn't already have first name privileges.

But he sets that aside for now, and sips his coffee gratefully before picking his device back up in his free hand.

...he also wonders a bit if that is literally Santa or someone using the title or just a joke about someone who likes to give gifts. But he'll set that aside for now, too.]

I'm not completely spoiled to Leblanc's house blend yet. This is fine, thank you.

[Akira sitting on Goro's lap is adorable but Kurama only has a second to appreciate it properly. Because then he has legs on his lap? And settled against Goro's side with Akira's legs stretched across his, that last nagging discontent dies with a happy whimper.

Doomed. He's utterly fucking doomed, because this feels perfect.]

Edited 2018-04-06 05:10 (UTC)

[ He doesn't seem to notice the responses to him settling down where he does, but the way one corner of his lips finally lifts at the words could say otherwise.

It's not until after he sets his cup down, that he responds. ]

Maybe you can test my tea skills, later.

[ But, then he's looking to the detective... just in time to feel that hand moving through his hair. His expression softens, cheeks darkening. Whatever he was going to say? That's briefly out of the picture...

For just a split second he's leaning closer. He catches himself, and lifts his hands just a little... clumsily. ]

That feels really nice...

[ He glances to the side, swallows hard, holds a blink... then just lets his head rest on the older teen's shoulder. He can still see Kurama - in fact, he's signing to him, device still in hand, with the hint of a... knowing look in his eyes. ]

By the way, Kurama... Nice choice on the rose. That's actually the kind of rose I would have recommended for telling someone who's cherished to "be happy."

Edited 2018-04-07 05:35 (UTC)

[... he knows of Leblanc's house blend? Interesting. He's giving Kurama a curious look (he can't exactly "speak" right now, after all, with both his hands occupied) when he notices

Akira leaning forward...

For a moment, the hand stalls. His breath is caught in his throat. And then Akira signs instead, and he... deflates, a little?

Oh, but Akira leaning his head on Akechi's shoulder does do things to his heart, and he resumes petting, and... his head turns, lips briefly brushing against his temple, an echo of what Akira did about a month and a half ago. With how his eyes have briefly fluttered closed, he misses the first part of what Akira signs, but catches the second part of it.

... cherished...?

It has his eyes widening slightly and glancing up to Kurama in question. But... they just met.

... or did they? He did call him "detective" early, but... maybe he just heard that from Akira...?]

Perhaps.

[Oh. That 'almost' moment, followed by the affectionate gestures... Too cute. How in the world is Akira only maybe getting first name privileges now? It's sheer habit that has Kurama flick his device to camera mode and snap a picture of the two of them. He barely even notices he does it, more occupied with reading the translation of Akira's signs as he switches back to the text screen.

His frown is not entirely genuine but the barely visible tinge of pink to his face is. He lets his arms rest on Akira's legs as he types.]

Akira Kurusu, you are a menace. Yellow roses also symbolize friendship.

I suppose, now that we're all settled comfortably- some of us more than others -it's about time I explained myself.

...This is actually the third time I've been pulled into another world this way, dropped in with others. The first time it happened is when I first met Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi. It's also where I found out that there can be...different versions of the same world. Variant timelines.

I've been to a version of your world since then. I've been to Leblanc...and to Mementos. I can prove that, if you need me to.

[ His eyes widen at what feels like a kiss to his temple, and there's a moment where his heart seemingly stops. Initially, he isn't even thinking about the scar that's resting there - in fact, he's not thinking about anything for a moment...

Though, he does latch on to what Kurama's saying, after a moment. He's tempted to comment on that first part - no, actually... ]

I thought it was common knowledge.

[ That glint in his eyes is very definitely knowing, but it's not that he left that information out on purpose. In fact, he does glance up to Akechi. He wasn't considering that Akechi might not know? Though, now... the fact that Kurama's blushing a tiny bit, frowning a tiny bit, all while feeling a need to elaborate...

In all honesty, it has him curious enough to want to ask, but it seems this isn't the time for that. In fact-- ]

Third time...?

[ His face is tensed up for a moment. With slightly narrowed eyes, he tilts his head. He's actually been to Mementos? But, the Metaverse is... ]

Ah... timelines. I've been thinking about those, ever since... [ hands stopping a little too quickly ] ... Well, anyway. I don't need you to prove it, but I wouldn't mind seeing the proof, just out of curiosity.

Edited 2018-04-08 09:19 (UTC)

[Well. . . yes. It was generally red roses that were used for romantic reasons, right? You can be a cherished friend, can't you?

His gaze softens a little as he watches Kurama, a hint of sadness entering his eyes. These sorts of relationships... don't last. He'd only somewhat kept up with one person the first time he was affected like this, and certainly, there wasn't any lingering sense of friendship. ... or, at least, he doesn't think there is. He certainly wouldn't describe any sense of closeness—

... where is he going with this? Right... friendship. There's... one, maybe two people here he would consider friends, and with Akira— he has no idea what they are, anymore. He doesn't expect that that number should grow.

He focuses instead on Kurama's explanation, about him having been to a few different worlds. Variant timelines... and he'd met another version of Akira and himself. It does sound rather extraordinary, but so is their current situation and many other things he'd encountered in his life. And yet, he can't help but wonder what kind of a role they played in his life. His other self, in particular...

He takes a sip of his coffee before leaning over and setting it down on the table so that he can sign.]

Your knowledge of that place speaks for itself, I think. Does that mean you were able to get the app?

[Apparently, his other hand isn't going to be leaving Akira's head anytime soon. ...he might also still be nuzzling the side of his head a bit.]

MOD LOG #3

you're a nerd too teena

I haven't denied that.

being an rper comes with a default nerd label

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feel free to skip me for a couple of rounds <3

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I-... I now pronounce this thread revived!!!

HELLA

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