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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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[ 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. ]

[ His hands are once more up in surrender. In fact, he lifts his hands up higher to show that he does surrender. There is no way he can recover from having baguettes drummed on his chest like that -- he has to concede that he has lost this food fight. ]

I did not know that you knew any verses from the Bible. I am impressed.

[ A beat. ] And makes my loss an acceptable one.

[ Though Kei surrenders, Akira continues to drum his chest with these baguettes but a lot lighter this time. It's also to preemptively gauge his new pecs. Did you always have these? ]

The Passion of Christ was the highest grossing movie in the box office once upon a time, Mr. Shigaraki.

[ He finally stops drumming and tosses the baguettes away. Looking around, the mess they made makes him feel a bit guilty. Sure, not everyone is around, but people do work here and they're causing trouble. ]

... We should probably tidy up.

[ Kei, for his part, continues to stare calmly at Akira and not comment on the drumming baguettes. If he thought about they "felt," it felt little more than just slight pressure on his chest. His chin drops as he is still not a fan of his new body. ]

Oh, was it? Perhaps, that means I shall see a growing number of Catholics coming to reawaken. I shall have to attempt to sprinkle in some verses here and there.

[ So he says -- and so he will later do. And he offers a small glance to where the bread is flung away before looking around at the mess they've created. ]

Oh? Well, self-imposed punishment does sound very much on par with our current conversation topic. I wonder where it is that they keep the mops...

I don't think a movie is enough to convert people, but dream on.

[ He won't stop Kei from dreaming, even when he received a buff body without working for it??? It is a blessing of Christ himself, Kei? Scratching his check, he looks around to see if he can spot a closet nearby. Doesn't look like it. ]

It's duty. [ Not punishment!! ] I want to say the kitchen?

[ They're already nearby. ]

Ah. What good is Hollywood, then?

[ Kei shakes his head in a slow, disapproving fashion. ]

Hm? Hm. [ Turning his attention back to Akira, he tilts his head as he frowns at the comment that they are not cleaning up as punishment for causing the mess, but a duty. The second "hm" and expression carry a doubtful tone, but he says nothing else aloud. ]

To the kitchen, it is, then. [ He is about to tuck his hands into his pockets, but stops as he takes note that his hands are still covered in mashed potatoes and other remnants of their battle. His shoulders drop in resignation before he starts walking, hands free. ]

So. How does it feel to have won?

[ He follows after Kei the same way... Because he has a habit of stuffing his hands into his pockets, but not today. Not right now. The kitchen is pristine as ever with remnants of people working here not too far gone. It's like they aren't already in a modern dystopia at all, instead they're just surrounded by ghosts that can't see them.

Akira beelines towards the sink to wash his hands first, maybe even rinse out the cake our of his hair while he's at it. ]

It depends. How does it feel to have lost?

[ Taking a clean towel, he soaks it and wrings out the excess water before tossing it to him. ]

... But, in all seriousness, nothing.

[ An emptiness after shortlived fun. ]

Ah, the same.

[ An emptiness out of having completed an action. The same that plagues him no matter where he goes. ]

Wonderful. I am connecting with the youth of our city. I wonder if that makes me hip yet? [ He catches the towel one-handed -- to be fair, it is the one that he was gesturing with. But his expression changes to give a small shake of his head to indicate the correct answer to his question. No, the answer is no. ]

But in all seriousness, perhaps, you will feel something when you've come to see what you've done has benefited others.

Edited 2018-06-21 02:11 (UTC)

I was actually thinking the exact same thing...

[ Smiling, he's sheepish that he's been found out so easily? Maybe he doesn't feel so victorious because there aren't any results? Usually, he's patient... He's the type of person who will save crystals to spark a limited unit every time, but there's such a sense of urgency. As he thinks about, the situation weighs on his mind like a cinder block.

He shakes his head rapidly, trying to get himself out of the abyss. They're going to be fine. Even if this task doesn't help the city, he gave it a try and got to see an adult dirtied head to toe with food. It's a good day. ]

By the way, you would have been hip back when I was in middle school when apathy was in. You should try to keep up?

[ Using the rag to wash off his hands, he realizes that is probably not the realize that Akira tossed it at him. His chin lifts a little to acknowledge the fact before walking over to join him at the sink to clean his hands off and rag properly.

The spaghetti sauce at this point has dried mostly on his face so he decides to worry about cleaning himself up more later. Not a respectable adult. ]

Also, if you end up not feeling anything, it is because you just have not yet felt like you've done enough to feel good about it. So, don't feel bad if you end up feeling nothing afterward.

[ He offers a small hum as he notices a mop and bucket resting against the wall. With his free hand, he points at it first before walking over to grab the handle. Pushing it out toward the entrance of the kitchen, he offers a small shrug as he passes Akira. ]

I suppose I should try it, yes. Well, what's relatable to the kids these days?

Edited 2018-06-21 05:38 (UTC)

[ That's such a strange thing to hear now when it used to be normal before. It has been a while since he feared not feeling something for anything or anyone for that matter and, in a way, he's glad for whatever emotion that comes his way. It's been a long journey to this moment.

He smiles for a different reason as he pats his face dry, then slipping his glasses back on. ]

You're right. [ He's sure when everything settles, it'll be happier days. For now, he has to judge Kei for walking out of the kitchen with his spaghetti-stained face. ] Maybe start with snapchat? And pick up a mobile game here and there. Also, you should at least clean your face.

[ With another pair of drenched rags, he follows after him. ]

Edited 2018-06-22 21:17 (UTC)

Even a broken clock is right once and awhile. Please stay tuned for more adages. But it is good you take heart in it -- the feeling of not worrying about what you are and are not feeling.

They'll come when they're supposed to, and if you force it, you'll may end up wretched afterward.

[ A small nod follows. ]

What's a good mobile game? I am always on my phone these days.

[ He finds some contentment in reading the posts that people put up on the network. The reasons for it -- he decides not to delve too deep into. A long time ago, he promised himself that he would never ask too many questions as to why he does anything. It was out of self-preservation. Yet he is starting to see how futile it all may be. ]

I'll worry about it after our battlefield is clean. [ He responds with an empty smile. ] There's no need to overly worry about the state of myself when there's still work to be done, is that not so?

[ Are you talking about yourself, Kei? Akira merely nods again while he tails after him. Things happen when they happen. You feel when you feel. It's different for everyone and... It makes sense. He thinks of a couple of games, mostly two come to mind for him: ]

Destiny/GO and Grandcyan Fantasy? I play both, so I can help you start out.

[ Kei thinks he has escaped him, but Akira swivels to the front and quickly cleans Kei's face with a clean rag. A smudge here, a wipe here, it's rather invasive and he makes sure to make it a deplorable experience. There you go. It's like you're a child again. ]

Let's see...

[ He is leaning down to properly mess with the mop, musing aloud over which mobage game that he may download. It is then that he has a wet rag on his face. His expression is notably bemused at having his face cleaned. ]

I should feel touched that you did not use your saliva, I suppose, Akira Kurusu.

[ But, at least, his face is clean. ]

Which story do you like more? Destiny/GO or Grandcyan Fantasy? [ Mop wrung and plop it is on the floor to start cleaning up the mess. ]

[ Uhm... That's gross, Kei. Akira stops completely when saliva is mentioned, merely squinting behind his glasses as he retracts the rag. ]

If you're into that, I can do it.

[ He's fucking joking please don't. But now that Kei's face is clean, Akira will start busing the tables, wiping them down quickly with large circular motions. The excess that falls off will be let to Kei to handle. ]

I think Destiny/GO is easier for a casual player. Grandcyan Fantasy has more of a social element to it and there's always something to do.

Please don't do something that will get me arrested.

[ He holds up his hands to ward him off, which does and doesn't answer the question of whether or not he is into "it." But he sighs to start the process of cleaning up the floors. ]

Destiny/GO, it is, then. [ A soft laugh. ] I'm someone who only has moderate amount of interest in anything. I'm the most casual of casuals with any interest or hobby. [ It's fun to make jokes about how dead inside he is to others. ]

And I feel I'm social enough for everyone.

[ Sputtering, he stifles the laugh he can feel coming. How funny... It doesn't take too long for Akira to get to all the tables, but he also makes sure the seats are clean as well. Good thing he brought more rags... ]

Good choice. It's a game where you can go at your own pace.

[ Akira thinks he has been leaning more towards it nowadays... Grandcyan Fantasy always seems to have some kind of update or meta change. ]

If you want a starter account, I have a couple.

That's good.

[ His pace is either taking twenty years to complete a project, or burning through everything within a month. It is nice to have a game that would appreciate his slug-to-speedlight pacing. ]

A starter account? Ah, that's right... you have to make up your own character, yes? [ If he had to make a character, who would he make? He breathes out a sigh. He's not that creative to come up with something fake. ] I'll happily take one of those starter accounts, then.

[ Uhh... Well, whatever makes Kei feel comfortable. Akira tilts his head when he mentions making up your own character. ]

Oh, it's not those games. It's a gacha with a main story. The main character is pretty much set though you can name them and switch genders. Of course you can pick dialogue choices in the story, but it doesn't affect the outcome.

[ With the cafeteria area... Somewhat clean. Akira just decides they can the rags on the counter top closer to the kitchen area. It only takes a quick toss for him. ]

Do you have your phone with you right now?

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