It's not nice to talk about Akira when he's not here to defend himself.
[Said with a teasing tone to her voice. Her hands don't shake, and she doesn't look nervous at least, just trying to be as precise as possible -- which sometimes means pouring just a little bit. Then a little bit more. Then a little bit more- she's trying.]
You used to spend time at a jazz bar, right? Maybe you should be doing this instead of me.
I-- [AHEM. Akechi clears his throat, still looking pretty sour tho. So, yes. Kotone is picking a right drink for me.]
Why do you think I'm talking about Akira?
[Ew, gross. Anyway, he looks down at her pouring the liquids, raising his brow a bit.]
Yes, as a customer, Kotone. Muhen always prepared the drinks behind the counter and brought them to table so I can't say I have much experience with tending the bar.
[She tosses him a smile and a wink. Whether Goro was talking about him originally or not, she knows that description of Akira is correct. And don't "ew, gross," her. She gets enough of that from Dazai about Chuuya, she doesn't need a second pair of idiots underfoot.]
Were you close? With Muhen-san, I mean.
[Satisfied with the amounts of liquor, she adds some lime juice and dumps them into a shaker with ice and proceeds to, you know. Shake it. As one does. Now, she's supposed to strain the ice out, but it's probably fine to just pour it over ice into another glass? If it gets watered down, that's probably fine. A thin slice of lime on the rim of the glass to make it look extra-fancy, and she sets it on the bar with a proud smile.]
[He'll just roll his eyes at that, letting her know that he's not happy with her assessment. Look, he could have as well meant Dazai!! He might not be into pain but he's into danger and death so!
And sorry, he's very much "ew, gross"-camp whenever it comes to feelings or anything.]
Not really. [A half-truth. Muhen saw the same side of him that everyone else did too. A phony prince with his fake smile and all. But.. he did, treat him differently than the most, not giving two shits about his celebrity status and seeing just another patron. It was something Akechi appreciated in him. And in someway, he did miss the grouchy club owner and his presence.
Akechi leans forward to inspect the drink. Well, it does look pretty impressive! Especially considering that she's only worked here for a rather short amount of time. Must be the protag powers]
[She just hums, not certain she believes him. Considering he seems to be on a first-name basis with the man, she'd guess they're closer than Goro would be willing to admit. But even still, she lets him have that, instead grabbing her notebook from where she'd left it by the shaker and flipping the page back.]
"Charlie Chaplin." It's one of the ones that was on the original bar's menu. Dazai-san showed me how to make it, kind of.
[It's Dazai, so that's probably an explanation of the teaching method in and of itself. She slips her notebook back into her apron and takes another look around the bar, making sure nobody's trying to get her attention, before leaning both elbows on it to give him another smile.]
I think it's the perfect one for you. Should be equal parts sweet and sour, with a little bit of bitterness.
[He picks up glass and slowly sniffs the liquid, carefully appreciating the subtle hints of the flavors. Unfortunately (??), the citrus covers the smell of booze, making him to overlook it.]
He truly was an interesting person. Did you know that he was actually banned from United States for over twenty years because of his "controversial" political views and actions. He was accused of communism back in the day you see and -- [He takes a good sip of his drink....]
[Aaand he regrets that immediately. The overwhelming taste of alcohol hits him like a truck, torturing his poor tongue and taste buds.
Oh, Fuck. This is somehow worse than the freaking takoyaki incident.
He really wants to spit it out but... Braces himself and swallows it. The tears are threatening gather up in his eyes as the burning liquid travels down his throat. Be brave, Akechi. Be brave.]
A-and Chaplin was targeted b-by no other than George Orwell himself, w-which caused this whole... scandal. [if you think he sounds weak and shaky? Yeah, you're right. But at least he's keeping a brave face!]
[Well, she was taught by Dazai, so... her proud smile fades into something closer to concern as his voice starts to shake.]
Is it too strong...?
[While it's kind of cute to let him go on about weird American trivia, but she is simply not going to retain a single word of it or ask any follow-up questions. Thanks, Goro! Nerd.]
Ah, n-no! Not at all. [He hurries to reassure her, forcing his voice and expression to stay steady. See! He's totally fine!]
I was just surprised a little by the rather distinguishable taste, that's all. H-haha. [And to demonstrate just how fine he is Akechi takes another, much sizeable, gulp of his drink. It doesn't quite burn the same way the second time but he can definitely still taste nothing but the overwhelming alcohol. He can feel the way it goes straight to his head, bringing a faint pink flush to his cheeks.
[She hums, unconvinced, but if he wants to drink it, she isn't going to stop him. Let her just pour some juice for herself -- just juice, she's working! -- and pull out a bowl of pretzels from beneath the counter. It's not food, but it's something for Goro to snack on if he wants.]
I'll keep working on it. [Maybe try tasting some of them as she goes just to see as well? But, as long as it's Adequate enough that he won't spit it out, it'll have to do.]
So, you were thinking about if you were offered the chance to go back, huh?
[Just let him live! But he's glad that the attention is shifted to somewhere else. He places the cocktail back on the counter and takes a sip from the mineral water, hoping that it'd help to calm down the chaos of flavor within is mouth and freshen the smell of his breath.. Which well, it doesn't do that good job with.]
Hm? Ah, well. [he shrugs and lowers his glass.] Leaving this place has been my goal since the day one and nothing has changed that would've changed that.
[Another half-truth. He still wants to leave this prison, to claim back the control over his life and choices.. But to say that nothing has happened during his stay in Aldrip is nothing but a dishonest statement.]
[She doesn't believe it for a second. "Nothing" has happened? Nothing that might make him want to keep living? If she takes it at face value, it's kind of sad, but she simply can't believe it, not when he looks like he has so much fun with Akira and the others. Even going so far as to challenge her to a stupid duel in the moonlight -- if it wasn't bothering him, he wouldn't have messaged her, that she has to believe.]
I told you the circumstances around my arrival to here. [About what happened with Maruki, and how this world is nothing but continuation of the violation of his own free will. So, out of all people here he thought that she along with Akira would be able to understand his desire to escape this prison.]
And I told you, it's still your choice to take your life back.
[Dying just for the sake of making a point? Because you have the freedom to choose? Making your own choices and staying alive is a more powerful statement than just dying a second time to prove a point.
Maybe he'll understand her perspective more if she explains. With a sigh, she draws her juice closer and draws an idle pattern in the condensation.]
I made a promise. [First and foremost.] To all my friends. We're supposed to meet on the roof for graduation. If we go back to the exact time we left, then... there's still a chance they could show up. I could see them once last time.
[Maybe not Shinji, and with Ken here, it's a little blurrier, but the others are still... maybe they'll come.]
[It's more than just prove a point to him. To give up his life to save the Phantom Thieves, so that they'd finish what he couldn't and change Shido's heart, had been the first choice in ages that he felt like was his alone and not something that was influenced by someone else.
..Not to mention it did work as a perfect escape to him. A way out from having to face himself, who he is and what he's done. He knows that deep down it was a coward's choice masked with noble intentions. Another lie and faked act of goodness.]
And that promise is worth of dying for? [He takes another sip from his cocktail, managing the liquid down without much struggle this time.]
[Shrug! and a sip from her juice. That's the easy answer, and she could leave it at that, but, well... Goro's probably the only person who she'd be able to tell who wouldn't try to change her mind. Even Dazai had said he'd want her to come back with him, if it were possible. It's nice, to know people would still want her around, but even still...]
I didn't die 'cause we lost the battle, or I messed up and got killed, or anything like that. Nyx is unkillable. All that could be done is put something in the way to stop her.
[Her smile is wan, resigned, as she shrugs.]
That's me. "The Great Seal." That's what I'm supposed to be right now, a barrier between Nyx and... something. If there's no barrier, the whole world falls victim to Apathy Syndrome. I wanted to hang on until graduation, but...
[Another shrug as she looks into her juice glass and exhales a quiet sigh.]
Don't tell Aragaki-senpai. He doesn't know.
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[He's the last person to who'd try to change someone's else's mind or compromise their autonomy. Not when his own agenda is so important to him. He might not be able to understand Kotone's choices, but he respects them altogether.
Resting chin against his right arm he traces circles around the rim of his glass with his fingers. Ah, so another case of self-sacrificing hero. Not surprising, knowing her type. But the scenario she paints does fill in some gaps regarding her previous story .]
So, is there a danger for her to return now that you're here? Is that why you want to return?
[She sags back against the wall opposite, keeping her juice cupped in both hands as she shrugs.]
Ken-kun is from my future. It definitely sounds like I'm dead there, and Apathy Syndrome hasn't taken over the world. You and Akira are from my future too, and clearly it hasn't affected you guys, either. So...
[She holds up a hand, palm up, as if offering him her conclusion on a platter.]
Hmm.. [Another thoughtful hum. This truly is an interesting case. With him, Akira and Yoshizawa-san things have gone as they should have despite all of them coming from different timelines. But then again, Kotone's situation is very different from theirs, as they had already dealt with Yaldabaoth.]
Maybe Amada-kun is from alternative timeline? [It's said as a joke, but hey! Could be. They really need to learn more about how the timelines works.
Anyway, he takes another sip from his drink, reaching already the half-way. He's really growing used to the stark taste of alcohol here. It have something to do with the numbness that's spreading along his cheekbones.]
But if I were you I would've just allowed the world go down in flames.
[She just gives him a patient look. Maybe in the past, she'd have been annoyed, but now it's just classic Goro. Please don't make her head hurt with thoughts of alternate timelines, and also-]
I don't wanna burn the world my friends live in. We were all prepared to die trying to stop her, but I'm the one who had a piece of Nyx inside me for a decade. I don't think anyone else could seal her away.
[It's not fair, but -- she's also not afraid of dying. It feels like she never has been.]
And I don't think you'd let the world burn, either. Not while Akira's in it.
[You already gave your life for him once, buddy. C'mon.]
Anyway, he snorts to his glass and shakes his head.] I'm not that good of a person, Kotone. I'd definitely let the world burn. Let Akira deal with the aftermath.
[He's serious. Despite his whatever-feelings for Akira he still doesn't give a two shits about the world. If given a chance, he would burn everything down to ground -- himself with it.]
[Their situations aren't the same. Everyone would've fallen victim to Apathy Syndrome. Everyone would've become like a zombie. As much as Goro hates the world and most people in it, she can't imagine he'd really go through with it in that situation.
Taking another sip of her juice, she shrugs.]
There was an accident. It's kind of complicated, but when they tried to stop it the first time and split a bunch of the Shadows apart, there was an explosion. It killed my parents, and a piece of Death got lodged inside me, I guess. I was... seven, I think.
[Again, she just shrugs. It's not like it's difficult to talk about, emotionally speaking. It's just a pain to try to explain. Mitsuru or Aigis would be way better suited to it.]
Of course. I'd finally get that off my bucket list.
[Hahaha, isn't he just so funny! Granted, he doesn't know the details of the Apathy Syndrome and what all it entails but if it's anything like mental breakdowns? Yeah, he'd probably do it -- while also completely trusting Akira to be there to fight him. At least that's what he thinks at the moment.
Another sip and his gaze just becomes more intense. It's as if he can only focus on one thing at the time.]
You sound unsure. Aren't you more interested in your own life? [Especially when it involves such grand power as to be able to decide the fate of the world. If it wasn't him he'd get bottom of it. Just like he had when awakening to his current power.]
[What is it with boys and their posturing? She rolls her eyes. He really is just like Dazai and Chuuya. Morons.]
How well do you remember being seven? [There's a lot she couldn't remember about that night, actually; it had taken until facing Aigis and Ryoji and having the truth explained that she'd finally gotten the full picture. She just shakes her head, though.]
I had it explained to me a couple months ago, before the final battle. It's a long, complicated story. You don't really need all the details, but just trust me -- it's my responsibility to go back. I can't put that on anyone else.
He doesn't really register the eye roll, or at least doesn't comment on it. There's another amused laughter from him and he lowers his gaze at his glass, poking the slice of lime with his finger.]
I do remember those years quite well actually. My mother died around that time, too. [The comment is said rather casually, as if he was talking about lunch rather than a death of loved one. He shrugs again, licks the tip of his finger and looks back up to her.]
Now, that I can understand. There are things we all need to see through.
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[Said with a teasing tone to her voice. Her hands don't shake, and she doesn't look nervous at least, just trying to be as precise as possible -- which sometimes means pouring just a little bit. Then a little bit more. Then a little bit more- she's trying.]
You used to spend time at a jazz bar, right? Maybe you should be doing this instead of me.
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Why do you think I'm talking about Akira?
[Ew, gross. Anyway, he looks down at her pouring the liquids, raising his brow a bit.]
Yes, as a customer, Kotone. Muhen always prepared the drinks behind the counter and brought them to table so I can't say I have much experience with tending the bar.
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[She tosses him a smile and a wink. Whether Goro was talking about him originally or not, she knows that description of Akira is correct. And don't "ew, gross," her. She gets enough of that from Dazai about Chuuya, she doesn't need a second pair of idiots underfoot.]
Were you close? With Muhen-san, I mean.
[Satisfied with the amounts of liquor, she adds some lime juice and dumps them into a shaker with ice and proceeds to, you know. Shake it. As one does. Now, she's supposed to strain the ice out, but it's probably fine to just pour it over ice into another glass? If it gets watered down, that's probably fine. A thin slice of lime on the rim of the glass to make it look extra-fancy, and she sets it on the bar with a proud smile.]
Ta-da!
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And sorry, he's very much "ew, gross"-camp whenever it comes to feelings or anything.]
Not really. [A half-truth. Muhen saw the same side of him that everyone else did too. A phony prince with his fake smile and all. But.. he did, treat him differently than the most, not giving two shits about his celebrity status and seeing just another patron. It was something Akechi appreciated in him. And in someway, he did miss the grouchy club owner and his presence.
Akechi leans forward to inspect the drink. Well, it does look pretty impressive! Especially considering that she's only worked here for a rather short amount of time. Must be the protag powers]
So. What's this called?
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"Charlie Chaplin." It's one of the ones that was on the original bar's menu. Dazai-san showed me how to make it, kind of.
[It's Dazai, so that's probably an explanation of the teaching method in and of itself. She slips her notebook back into her apron and takes another look around the bar, making sure nobody's trying to get her attention, before leaning both elbows on it to give him another smile.]
I think it's the perfect one for you. Should be equal parts sweet and sour, with a little bit of bitterness.
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[He picks up glass and slowly sniffs the liquid, carefully appreciating the subtle hints of the flavors. Unfortunately (??), the citrus covers the smell of booze, making him to overlook it.]
He truly was an interesting person. Did you know that he was actually banned from United States for over twenty years because of his "controversial" political views and actions. He was accused of communism back in the day you see and -- [He takes a good sip of his drink....]
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Oh, Fuck. This is somehow worse than the freaking takoyaki incident.
He really wants to spit it out but... Braces himself and swallows it. The tears are threatening gather up in his eyes as the burning liquid travels down his throat. Be brave, Akechi. Be brave.]
A-and Chaplin was targeted b-by no other than George Orwell himself, w-which caused this whole... scandal. [if you think he sounds weak and shaky? Yeah, you're right. But at least he's keeping a brave face!]
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Is it too strong...?
[While it's kind of cute to let him go on about weird American trivia, but she is simply not going to retain a single word of it or ask any follow-up questions. Thanks, Goro! Nerd.]
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I was just surprised a little by the rather distinguishable taste, that's all. H-haha. [And to demonstrate just how fine he is Akechi takes another, much sizeable, gulp of his drink. It doesn't quite burn the same way the second time but he can definitely still taste nothing but the overwhelming alcohol. He can feel the way it goes straight to his head, bringing a faint pink flush to his cheeks.
Thank god the mineral water is still there.]
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I'll keep working on it. [Maybe try tasting some of them as she goes just to see as well? But, as long as it's Adequate enough that he won't spit it out, it'll have to do.]
So, you were thinking about if you were offered the chance to go back, huh?
the bartender me wants to scold kotone so bad
Hm? Ah, well. [he shrugs and lowers his glass.] Leaving this place has been my goal since the day one and nothing has changed that would've changed that.
[Another half-truth. He still wants to leave this prison, to claim back the control over his life and choices.. But to say that nothing has happened during his stay in Aldrip is nothing but a dishonest statement.]
she tried!! 😔 she simply doesn't know
[She doesn't believe it for a second. "Nothing" has happened? Nothing that might make him want to keep living? If she takes it at face value, it's kind of sad, but she simply can't believe it, not when he looks like he has so much fun with Akira and the others. Even going so far as to challenge her to a stupid duel in the moonlight -- if it wasn't bothering him, he wouldn't have messaged her, that she has to believe.]
Why are you in such a hurry to go back?
SMH....
I told you the circumstances around my arrival to here. [About what happened with Maruki, and how this world is nothing but continuation of the violation of his own free will. So, out of all people here he thought that she along with Akira would be able to understand his desire to escape this prison.]
Why wouldn't you want to stay?
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[Dying just for the sake of making a point? Because you have the freedom to choose? Making your own choices and staying alive is a more powerful statement than just dying a second time to prove a point.
Maybe he'll understand her perspective more if she explains. With a sigh, she draws her juice closer and draws an idle pattern in the condensation.]
I made a promise. [First and foremost.] To all my friends. We're supposed to meet on the roof for graduation. If we go back to the exact time we left, then... there's still a chance they could show up. I could see them once last time.
[Maybe not Shinji, and with Ken here, it's a little blurrier, but the others are still... maybe they'll come.]
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..Not to mention it did work as a perfect escape to him. A way out from having to face himself, who he is and what he's done. He knows that deep down it was a coward's choice masked with noble intentions. Another lie and faked act of goodness.]
And that promise is worth of dying for? [He takes another sip from his cocktail, managing the liquid down without much struggle this time.]
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[Shrug! and a sip from her juice. That's the easy answer, and she could leave it at that, but, well... Goro's probably the only person who she'd be able to tell who wouldn't try to change her mind. Even Dazai had said he'd want her to come back with him, if it were possible. It's nice, to know people would still want her around, but even still...]
I didn't die 'cause we lost the battle, or I messed up and got killed, or anything like that. Nyx is unkillable. All that could be done is put something in the way to stop her.
[Her smile is wan, resigned, as she shrugs.]
That's me. "The Great Seal." That's what I'm supposed to be right now, a barrier between Nyx and... something. If there's no barrier, the whole world falls victim to Apathy Syndrome. I wanted to hang on until graduation, but...
[Another shrug as she looks into her juice glass and exhales a quiet sigh.]
Don't tell Aragaki-senpai. He doesn't know.
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Resting chin against his right arm he traces circles around the rim of his glass with his fingers. Ah, so another case of self-sacrificing hero. Not surprising, knowing her type. But the scenario she paints does fill in some gaps regarding her previous story .]
So, is there a danger for her to return now that you're here? Is that why you want to return?
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[She sags back against the wall opposite, keeping her juice cupped in both hands as she shrugs.]
Ken-kun is from my future. It definitely sounds like I'm dead there, and Apathy Syndrome hasn't taken over the world. You and Akira are from my future too, and clearly it hasn't affected you guys, either. So...
[She holds up a hand, palm up, as if offering him her conclusion on a platter.]
Something has to be holding her back.
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Maybe Amada-kun is from alternative timeline? [It's said as a joke, but hey! Could be. They really need to learn more about how the timelines works.
Anyway, he takes another sip from his drink, reaching already the half-way. He's really growing used to the stark taste of alcohol here. It have something to do with the numbness that's spreading along his cheekbones.]
But if I were you I would've just allowed the world go down in flames.
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I don't wanna burn the world my friends live in. We were all prepared to die trying to stop her, but I'm the one who had a piece of Nyx inside me for a decade. I don't think anyone else could seal her away.
[It's not fair, but -- she's also not afraid of dying. It feels like she never has been.]
And I don't think you'd let the world burn, either. Not while Akira's in it.
[You already gave your life for him once, buddy. C'mon.]
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Anyway, he snorts to his glass and shakes his head.] I'm not that good of a person, Kotone. I'd definitely let the world burn. Let Akira deal with the aftermath.
[He's serious. Despite his whatever-feelings for Akira he still doesn't give a two shits about the world. If given a chance, he would burn everything down to ground -- himself with it.]
How did you end up with the piece of Nyx?
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[Their situations aren't the same. Everyone would've fallen victim to Apathy Syndrome. Everyone would've become like a zombie. As much as Goro hates the world and most people in it, she can't imagine he'd really go through with it in that situation.
Taking another sip of her juice, she shrugs.]
There was an accident. It's kind of complicated, but when they tried to stop it the first time and split a bunch of the Shadows apart, there was an explosion. It killed my parents, and a piece of Death got lodged inside me, I guess. I was... seven, I think.
[Again, she just shrugs. It's not like it's difficult to talk about, emotionally speaking. It's just a pain to try to explain. Mitsuru or Aigis would be way better suited to it.]
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[Hahaha, isn't he just so funny! Granted, he doesn't know the details of the Apathy Syndrome and what all it entails but if it's anything like mental breakdowns? Yeah, he'd probably do it -- while also completely trusting Akira to be there to fight him. At least that's what he thinks at the moment.
Another sip and his gaze just becomes more intense. It's as if he can only focus on one thing at the time.]
You sound unsure. Aren't you more interested in your own life? [Especially when it involves such grand power as to be able to decide the fate of the world. If it wasn't him he'd get bottom of it. Just like he had when awakening to his current power.]
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How well do you remember being seven? [There's a lot she couldn't remember about that night, actually; it had taken until facing Aigis and Ryoji and having the truth explained that she'd finally gotten the full picture. She just shakes her head, though.]
I had it explained to me a couple months ago, before the final battle. It's a long, complicated story. You don't really need all the details, but just trust me -- it's my responsibility to go back. I can't put that on anyone else.
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He doesn't really register the eye roll, or at least doesn't comment on it. There's another amused laughter from him and he lowers his gaze at his glass, poking the slice of lime with his finger.]
I do remember those years quite well actually. My mother died around that time, too. [The comment is said rather casually, as if he was talking about lunch rather than a death of loved one. He shrugs again, licks the tip of his finger and looks back up to her.]
Now, that I can understand. There are things we all need to see through.
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