[cw & permissions here - please look before interacting! He is third semester flavor (bad flavor).]
hospital
[The first time he ran into 'Akira' ended in disaster. A phantom dissipating under his heel, a memory burning white hot in his chest of a steel table coated in imaginary crimson drops.
It's the second time he's been deceived by an illusion of him. There won't be a third.
Voices? Ignored. Other floors, other problems - he doesn't give a single shit about whoever else is wandering these halls. Being alone is a saving grace as he navigates through the decrepit, broken building.
Overturned, nameless pill bottles, beds and machinery out of order, rusted, destroyed by time and whatever is roaming these halls.
He's peeling and picking at the edges of illegible labels - on edge, tense. Another person walking into the room will be met with sharp, sudden turn.]
Walk on, if you would. There are other rooms to explore.
[He isn't in the mood to figure out if it's an illusion. Go away! Thanks!]
school
[Of course there's a goddamn blizzard in a school! This is, by far, the shittiest and most extensive palace he's ever been in.
An intent to explore halted by intense winds, a painful chill, icy air forced out of his lungs with every motion forward. Death is everywhere and he isn't interested in becoming another skeleton in this world's not so metaphorical closet.
Pushing forward - stopped by logic. He can't see - palms numb, face coated in an icy sheen. Another person becomes visible in the mess - someone he bumps into. Unintentional, but he's irate all the same. As if he was the one accosted in a storm. As if the other person is an idiot and not him, who's standing right alongside them.]
Why would you come this far?
[He's here too?? Don't worry about it. It's different - don't question it. Akechi Goro doesn't make mistakes - just happy little "accidents".]
church
[At church, he's away from whatever groups are forming and taking refuge on an empty pew, eyes shut. Not asleep, but he needs a goddamn break.
A break that ends when a piece of wood from the ceiling just-
Whacks him right on the head. Incredible. Slapstick comedy at its finest and all he can do is open his eyes - look at the offensive wood with all the murderous intent he can muster.
Maybe he'll get a concussion. Maybe that will eject him from this reality.
Something's muttered under his breath. A ceiling studied, as he scoots to the side a couple paces and opts lean against an arm closest to the aisle. Unreal.]
wildcard
[hmu with whatever!! ♥ if u wanna custom starter or to plot smg, dm or plurk is spicypillow]
goro akechi - persona 5 royal
hospital
[The first time he ran into 'Akira' ended in disaster. A phantom dissipating under his heel, a memory burning white hot in his chest of a steel table coated in imaginary crimson drops.
It's the second time he's been deceived by an illusion of him. There won't be a third.
Voices? Ignored. Other floors, other problems - he doesn't give a single shit about whoever else is wandering these halls. Being alone is a saving grace as he navigates through the decrepit, broken building.
Overturned, nameless pill bottles, beds and machinery out of order, rusted, destroyed by time and whatever is roaming these halls.
He's peeling and picking at the edges of illegible labels - on edge, tense. Another person walking into the room will be met with sharp, sudden turn.]
Walk on, if you would. There are other rooms to explore.
[He isn't in the mood to figure out if it's an illusion. Go away! Thanks!]
school
[Of course there's a goddamn blizzard in a school! This is, by far, the shittiest and most extensive palace he's ever been in.
An intent to explore halted by intense winds, a painful chill, icy air forced out of his lungs with every motion forward. Death is everywhere and he isn't interested in becoming another skeleton in this world's not so metaphorical closet.
Pushing forward - stopped by logic. He can't see - palms numb, face coated in an icy sheen. Another person becomes visible in the mess - someone he bumps into. Unintentional, but he's irate all the same. As if he was the one accosted in a storm. As if the other person is an idiot and not him, who's standing right alongside them.]
Why would you come this far?
[He's here too?? Don't worry about it. It's different - don't question it. Akechi Goro doesn't make mistakes - just happy little "accidents".]
church
[At church, he's away from whatever groups are forming and taking refuge on an empty pew, eyes shut. Not asleep, but he needs a goddamn break.
A break that ends when a piece of wood from the ceiling just-
Whacks him right on the head. Incredible. Slapstick comedy at its finest and all he can do is open his eyes - look at the offensive wood with all the murderous intent he can muster.
Maybe he'll get a concussion. Maybe that will eject him from this reality.
Something's muttered under his breath. A ceiling studied, as he scoots to the side a couple paces and opts lean against an arm closest to the aisle. Unreal.]
wildcard
[hmu with whatever!! ♥ if u wanna custom starter or to plot smg, dm or plurk is