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( OPEN ) EVERYTHING BLACK

WHO: Akira Kurusu, local nasty crime boy, and YOU!
WHERE: Everywhere in Recolle
WHEN: All of June
WHAT: breaking blocks by moonlight, egging Minato's house by daylight. A catchall for all of Akira's doings and some open prompts for anyone else who wants to join in! Here's a link of the tasks I'm interested in (don't mind doubling up either), but Akira is game to do whatever. Contact me on discord (hei#2323) or

aftertaste if you want to discuss some more.
WARNINGS: Akira's mere existence

chata: upsetti spaghetti

[ For the sake of this prompt working, we're going to pretend either Junes or Freshens has a small food court area since a handful of big grocery stores do. Akira is merely enjoying his meal at one of the tables, checking through his phone at the tasks at hand. Overall, nondescript. Unassuming. Harmless. Look at him? He looks like a nerd?

Shifting his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a bright glint shines across the lenses... As if he has an idea. If you even a blink, you'll find a plate of spaghetti flying straight at your face. This is the first move—it's a call for war. ]

tribunal terrace:

[ !! Willing to play off any mystery created by others or create random ones. Just mention it in your comment if you want an RNG mystery.

Guess what mystery it is today? Akira is investigating this abandoned place of worship. While all the establishments in this section of Tribunal Terrace is pristine and taken care of well, they've left this relic somewhere in the corner. It's hard to discern what background this building has and records say it was used for a number of religions, hence the odd array of decor inside. There are warning signs in the front (KEEP OUT), some mention that it'll be restored or torn down, but it waits there...

With some of the sky painted, it's actually dark, blanketing the are in pitch black. Even when Akira raises his flashlight, what they find are outlines of the worn down building. ]

I heard that people died here, some possibly related cult activity. [ He scrolls through his phone, picking up the rumor and mystery here. ] This forum says that sometimes you can hear cries here at night, something between man and beast.

[ Yes. They're going to unveil this mystery and figure what the hell this is or die. Whichever comes first. ]

wildcard

[ Hit me with anything!! Even gen things. It's important to note that Akira is shaken by the disappearances of NPCs, but he's doing his best to keep it together and be reliable. On some days he'll naturally withdraw and keep to himself. ]

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[ There’s an assortment of meals and snacks here and there. Some people don’t throw away their own plates and let the staff do it for them. Usually, Akira would duck for cover, but he’s squinting at Kei for drinking... That.

And also not considering that’s the strange part about all of this. This is more important than avoiding any food thrown at him. ]

I meant...

[ POINTS AT THE BOTTLE. Why are you so hardcore? ]

[ He looks down at the bottle in his hand. ]

Ah. No, I am fine. [ A small shake of his head as he pinches his nose to wipe off some of the sauce off of it. ] Clears out my sinuses and it's rather refreshing.

[ Who does this? Kei, apparently. He finds the top of the bottle, twisting it back on. The hot sauce is set down on the table as he walks to pick up a plate of some dessert. ]

I would suggest it, as I find it good on any day. [ So he says as he walks over with dessert in hand. ] Though, you may wish to work up to the level of spice I drink. [ A final warning before he attempts to dump cake and ice cream on top of Akira's head. ]

[ Akira continues to look displaced due to Kei's strange words. If he wanted to clear up his sinuses, he could just... Eat spicy food. He won't question it more, instead he's curious? He has been on a journey to increase his tolerance, so he considers it seriously.

Curiosity versus sensibility. It is very difficult for Akira. The sight of the dessert makes Akira step back, creating distance between them. ]

You're the first to ever make that recommendation. [ And live. Wait. Why are you trying to dunk this cake on him? He grabs Kei's wrist in attempts to stop, but the man can probably overpower him if he has his buff body back. ] How spicy is that bottle? From 1-10.

That's hardly surprising that I'm the first to make the suggestion.

[ And he stops from toppling the dessert onto Akira. He blinks at the other holding his wrists and so they're in a bit of an odd pose -- plate tilted just lightly about ready to drop on the teenager's head and his wrist held to keep it not quite able to cross that distance.

Ice cream and cake, however, slide dangerously on the plate. But he doesn't overpower Akira as he pulls his hands back to right the dessert so that it doesn't go tumbling and splattering between them. ]

I'd say it is more like a twelve. It is a concoction that I've created, and merely use an old bottle. [ Hm. ] If you're really curious, you can try some.

[ Kei seems oddly pleased with the idea that he might actually try it without prepping himself. How high is Akira's GUTS? Will he accept? ]

[ Ah... Akira is distracted with the prospect of having a taste, not noticing that the cake is carefully angled and moved so that it'll slide right onto his head. Peering up at him, he tries to figure out if Kei is joking.

A twelve would certainly kill him. Does he know that? Of course he would. ]

Do I get insurance?

[ The cake is almost there. Just keep holding the platter in place. ]

Insurance.

[ He tips his head up as he thinks about it, honestly. The plate itself remains in place as he muses to himself about actually insuring Akira's safety in this matter. ]

Let's see... what would be best? [ Hm! ] What sort of insurance are you looking for, Akira Kurusu.

A glass of milk?

[ That's the first thing that comes to mind, but now he's trying to think of some more... Humming thoughtfully, he muses without any case of the slipping cake. ]

Safe transportation to the hospital.

[ Splat. The cake lands on his head. ]

[ Kei allows for a beat of silence to drag on after the cake topples over to land on top of Akira's head. ]

And a clean shirt?

[ Kei adds as an after-thought question. ]

[ He can feel the cold cream sinking into his scalp, falling onto and off his brow. Before it can hang on his eyebrows and reach his eyes, he wipes it off after releasing Kei's wrist and taking off his glasses. When he can somewhat see, he puts his glasses into his bag. ]

I think I'll be fine.

[ Is this a small soy sauce bottle? It is. He takes it, pops off the cap, and sprays this seasoning elixir onto Kei's shirt..

[ He offers a small nod at his declaration that he would be all right. The plate is righted in his hands as he looks over what remains on it -- very little.

His chin lifts, however, when he hears the sound of a cap being popped off. He stares ahead at nothing, even as he feels the soy sauce spray onto his shirt, already feeling the cold of it against his seeping through onto his skin. ]

I'm relieved to know I need only worry about driving you to the hospital, Akira Kurusu. [ A beat as he pauses to point toward the bottle. ] You carry around soy sauce?

[ The answer is actually no. It happened to be here? Not sure who left it behind, but he isn't complaining. Instead of responding appropriately, Akira looks at the soy sauce bottle, then at Kei.

Then at the hot sauce bottle. ]

I think you're the last person to ask me that question, but no. This isn't mine. [ ... ] There was nothing I could throw at you nearby.

[ And he worries about moving since the cake would certainly cascade off his head, onto his shoulders, then off of them... Damnit. He's going to take the chance and makes small steps backwards so he can get his hands on something worth throwing. ]

I suppose that is fair, but I was only evening the field.

[ So he says as he looks around for something else to throw at Akira. ]

In any case, the offer to take you to the hospital is a good one, but I fear it won't do you much good. There are no doctors actually there, after all.

[ He fixes his gaze at a table. ] So, that said, do you still wish to have that be your insurance?

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I need to hold you to something, Mr. Shigaraki.

[ Ah. There's a bowl of peas? Taking a plastic spoon, he tries to take cover by the table and starts launching the peas with his mini catapult like this is a real war. It's a little weird to play with your food, especially when he's taught to not even leave a morsel left, with an adult.

But Akira knows Kei is a strange adult. ]

There has to be at least one doctor on the app. If there isn't then... We've been forsaken.

[ Like shit they would just die even with healers? ]

[ Hopping over a table, he lands on the other side. His eyebrows furrow as he is still not quite used to his new muscular body. But as he has peas literally raining down on him, he will have to ignore that for now. ]

I see.

[ His tone remains conversational, even calm, despite taking a plate that appears to have mashed potatoes on it. Looking it over, he supposes that this is a reasonable choice. ]

You are looking at one of the few doctors on the app. I happen to have quite the healing hands.

[ His dry comment is coupled with him digging his hands into the plate of potatoes and whipping the mess in the direction where Akira is hiding. ]

I also look forward to seeing if this will result in any change within this space. Are you feeling lonely without people present?

Aren't you a shady doctor?

[ Though he has no idea what other powers Kei could have received. Being a priest can mean nothing, but being a priest in some mmorpg world can possibly mean curing cancer. The sudden hop doesn't startle him, but he's starting to notice some things about Kei he didn't before.

Like the way his muscles flex. Huh. That doesn't stop the barrage of peas that are flung at Kei like a machine gun. It only stops when he needs to dodge the potatoes. ]

... No. I'm used to being alone. [ That's different than being lonely, but— ] But I do miss some people.

[ He flings the same plate of potatoes back, though lower. ]

What about you? Your shop is probably empty.

Sometimes, I am.

[ Kei readily admits to his own shadiness. He never sees any real reason to lie about himself to others, because people already have their ideas about him. He came to understand that nothing he does will alter them too drastically unless he becomes some serial killer. ]

Interesting. I am, too. [ Flicking his hand at the floor, he attempts to "air-clean" the mashed potatoes off. Looking around, he attempts to find his next plate of food to throw. The peas continue to rain down and some have come to stick in his hair thanks to the spaghetti sauce still there. ]

It is empty. [ A small nod. ] My one employee is there, but... I'm certain that he will be quitting by the end of the month. He has to run the entire shop by himself, and I'm certain that even he will grow frustrated enough to leave.

I suppose if I have one regret it is that I did not fire him when he lost his memories of the app.

[ The truth doesn't surprise Akira at all. His perception of Kei doesn't change, but he keeps it in mind that he can go to him for surgical things if he ever needs it... He may be able to heal, but it doesn't fix broken bones.

He can't go back to peas now, so he scrambles to look for other plates. There's some chicken wigs—thrown. Pecan pie? Also thrown. These pretzels? Yes. They may not all land, but he's trying his best. His mind is still on the conversation at least, not sure how being used to anything is interesting per se. The food flinging stops as Akira peers over a table, staring at Kei from a safe distance. ]

... Will you be all right?

[ The shop seems like Kei's livelihood... So having it be abandoned is sad. Also, Akira likes it there sometimes. ]

This may surprise you, but this doesn't affect my life that much.

[ So he says as he peeks his head up and looks at the table that has mixture of wings, pie, and pretzels strewn everywhere on the surface. To Akira's credit, some of the pie did splatter onto his shoulder. ]

It's my livelihood, but it doesn't affect my life much. If it should fail, I merely will work harder to ensure that it will come back. [ Because he made a promise to his father that he would always be found in that place. His father felt he was someone that could simply disappear into the city without anyone being able to know where he could be "found." ]

It will be fine. [ He picks up a few plates of food himself. Burgers, fries. They're find themselves tossed in Akira's direction -- condiments with them, too. ]

[ He is very happy that the pie hit, but he's still staring at Kei from here with his feline stare. There are some things he wants to clear up, but he politely and patiently waits for Kei to finish up before he speaks. The talk is inspirational in its own way, though at the same time not... He isn't sure how to pin it which is what he's realized happens a lot with Kei.

He doesn't duck when the burgers and fries come. His eyes do close when a couple of fries smack him in the face and stick to his cake stained face. ]

So you won't be lonely?

[ That's the other part of his concern. Adulthood is something. ]

I won't be lonely.

[ He supposes that he should say something a little less truthful, but he decides that he won't. Kei just doesn't elaborate that he has to have normal human emotions to actually feel lonely. ]

I'm similar to you that I won't feel lonely, but I do miss the people. Furthermore, the unease and miserable feelings that others are experiencing... we should not allow that to continue. [ Because it only adds to the growing corruption that he feels inside of himself. So for once, his reasons for helping out are honestly selfish. He wishes to save himself from himself, and the only way to do that is to ease the feelings of others.

How hilarious. ]

[ Right... He remembers Kei saying he feels the same way as Akira, but he still wanted to ask. A lot of people try to be okay, or at least let people think that, and that's where Akira has a lot of personal experience. His gaze drops to the surface of the dirty table, laced with ketchup and mustard with bits of fries here and there. ]

We shouldn't.

[ It sounds like there's more to Kei's words, but again he can't pin them to anything and he doesn't feel that he's in the position to ask. Instead, he nods in agreement a couple of times before ducking to find something to throw again. ]

Who do you miss the most, then? I'm trying to think of someone, but you're pretty mysterious.

[ There aren't so many items on Akira's side, but he finds half of a baguette that he throws over at Kei's head like a lance. ]

[ Flicking some peas off of his own hair, he at least have the decency to not attempt to flick them at Akira. He pauses to look around at what else that he could throw, and coming up rather empty. Oh, wait, there is a box of half a pizza left.

He'll start throwing that, then. ]

Mysterious? Why is that I come off mysterious? [ It comes off like he is attempting to deflect even as he is throwing pizza in the general direction of the young man -- and it ends up with him getting smacked in the forehead with a baguette. Minor ow. It was soft, at least. ]

And... hm, miss the most. [ A good question. ] My priest. [ A terrible answer. ]

[ Oh my god, he isn't even sure if Kei is being serious or joking which makes him pause in what possible equip he can dish out. He tries to take cover from the raining pizza, but get slammed on the shoulder with a half-eaten slice, some crusts here and there.

Serious reply? Joke reply? What should he do? ]

Was he hot?

[ This baguette he has found is older, so forth harder, so he launches that, too. ]

[ Kei wonders too what sort of reply that he should give at such a question. His arms immediately open in accusation at being hit by stale bread. Okay, ow. He lightly rubs his cheek as he wonders if he will get a bruise. He is going to say he got it from a fight club. ]

Hot for Jesus, and no one else.

[ Hah.

He is going to pick up the two baguettes that both hit him in the head to launch them back at Akira simultaneously. Two will play at this baguette game. ]

[ Oi!! He gets smacked with those. The soft bread is fine, but then the stale baguette actually hurts somewhat. Grabbing both of them, he dual wields them like they're daggers before jumping over the table to come at Kei. ]

Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst."

[ He comes in swift, rather professional like an assassin. And when he's there, he just... Drums Kei's chest with them. ]

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