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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[He wants to fire back some clever phrase to twist the knife, or at least some short snarl of a reply. Something more in tune with how he’d been before.
But no, Akechi hesitated. His smile fades and he narrows his eyes, just a touch.]
…Do you fully understand the rules to this game?
[Not just the dice, the whole thing. He feels guilty, almost, at the very possibility of taking advantage of Akira. As if Akechi hadn’t ruined his life enough already.]
[Akira had expected a clever quip in response, but the moment Akechi's gaze narrows, he realizes the time for teasing has passed. his smile doesn't fade, but it does soften. just a touch]
. . . you know I missed you, right? Moron. Idiot.
[the dice rattle in his hand once more, before he tosses them casually onto the table, where they land face up on 11 and 6. sniff elbow. truly wish I was making these rolls up for him but the dice honestly hate him that much]
[HE SNORTS]
And I'm figuring it out as I go. [still gaining his bearings. still figuring out how, exactly, he wants to approach things] If you're worried about me. . . don't be.
[whatever he decides, one thing will certainly be true: he has always been stubbornly true to himself. he is stubbornly determined to make sure this place doesn't change that]
[That-- well. He's not sure how to feel about that. I missed you. When was the last time someone said that to him? From their world? The people here don't really know him. But Akira--
Akechi rubs the top of his hand, where his suit mark is hidden under his gloves. Maybe it's flaring and making him sentimental, that's all.
He snorts when he sees the roll, relaxing a bit. Since when was he so nervous about these things? Nobody stays at the resort this long and retains their embarrassment about intimacy. And yet.
It's different with Akira.
That answer is so him that is almost makes Akechi sick. Of course he isn't worried about Akira. Of course.]
Kurusu. [His voice is harder, darker.] Do you know where you are?
[the motion is subtle, but it catches Akira's attention anyway, gaze trailing towards that gloved hand, eyes slightly narrow. he can't see what's underneath, but. . . he can take an educated guess. after all, Yusuke's was in his palm]
[his hackles raise again, fingers curling into a tight fist before he releases it. the heart of every single asshole responsible for this, he thinks. I'll tear out them all.]
[. . .]
[a deep exhale. anger has always served him well, as fuel for the justice he carried out at home. but right now, it won't do much]
Yusuke filled me in. So did a few other people. And I've had a look around.
[he certainly didn't know upon first arrival. he is sure there are still many things he has to learn. but he is getting there]
[Now isn't that interesting. Akechi notices the anger tensing up in Akira, because he's drawn to it. What is he angry about, Akechi wonders. On his behalf? Unlikely. Why would anyone.
Ah. He gives a sigh of relief, glad he doesn't have to explain it, and glad he doesn't have to explain Yusuke being here.]
And yet you still look like you've seen a ghost. Did Kitagawa not mention me? I'm hurt.
[...Oh. Right. He stares flatly at Akira, and then sighs and offers his arm.]
[oh, Akechi. IF ONLY HE KNEW EXACTLY HOW MAD ON HIS BEHALF AKIRA WAS. . . about so many things, not just the stupid marks that people are cursed with upon arrival to this resort]
[he leans across the table, carefully taking Akechi's upper arm in his grasp and lifting it so he can. . . sniff an elbow, I guess. it's truly fucking bizarre. what does detective smell like?? he isn't lingering too long, but he is taking mental stock of whatever scents he picks up]
[once the task is complete, he leans back in his chair again and slides the dice towards his opponent]
He didn't. But to be fair, he seemed— [. . . ah, his anger is flaring again just thinking about it. focus, Kurusu]
. . . he seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. [to put it mildly] And he was probably too distracted to think about it.
[Maybe back home, Akira could've smelled some kind of fancy cologne, or the gentle warmth of coffee, or even a hint of blood. But here, it's nothing but the soft scent of whatever generic laundry detergent he's been using.
It's strange. As if this place has worn down some of his edges.]
Ah. Well, I'm sure he was still overjoyed to see you. [Perhaps not, but. Akechi's not sure how he feels about Joker being stuck here, either. This place has taken so much from him, and he's not sure he could tolerate seeing it take from Akira.]
[hnngh. . . he doesn't like that, either!! coffee is what he had been expecting, and its absence feels. . . almost wrong. like something that should be there just isn't anymore]
[. . .]
Aha. I actually don't think he was.
[he thinks back to how quickly emotional Yusuke had become at the mere thought of being able to destroy whatever entity was responsible for this place. he wonders if Akechi would be the same]
Your turn to roll. [he taps the dice] . . . but only if you want.
No, hm. Perhaps he regrets the fact that you're here too. [After all, Akira has so many better things to be doing back in their world. Yusuke, too. But him...]
I'm not afraid of a few little dice. [He picks them up, giving Akira a flat look. And what happens when this game gives them the prompt to do something more... risque? He'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
Because it doesn't matter for this role. He rolls 3-11 -- kiss knee. Honestly, he's almost disappointed.]
So much for "the House always wins". Anyway. [He gestures vaguely, more than a little bit amused at the dice's inability to get anything steamy.] Are you going to back down? There'd be no shame in it.
[He means it, honestly... but his tone implies otherwise. He can't help but try to bait Akira along in this game.]
The House always wins until a thief robs them blind, detective.
[the cheek!! but he relaxes a bit when Akechi picks up the dice. good. . . the game is still on, which he takes to mean that Akechi doesn't feel trapped in this very moment. after all, Akira is more than glad to return their usual push-pull. their dynamic was something. . . unique. and as much as he missed Akechi, he also missed the constant pressure to improve and better himself, just to be a worthy rival]
[and. . . these sorts of dumb games. . . they should be fun, right? not marred by some supernatural forces who cannot seem to understand the human heart]
[that's what Akira likes to think, anyway]
[he grins a li'l at the dice, arms folded as he leans back in his chair, chin lifted]
It's a lot better than "slap nose." And I didn't back down from that one.
[he swings both legs out from under the table, crossing one over the other, and nods towards the top knee]
Well, then?
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[Oh, that sends a shiver up his spine. He'd kill to see Joker take the House down for all it's worth. He's not sure that's even possible, but... it makes his eyes narrow in violent delight regardless.
Right, their game. Akechi considers for a moment, and then rises from his chair. He kneels before Akira, one glove hand coming to cup his thigh and hold the leg steady. Then he leans in slowly, planting a gentle kiss on the fabric of his pants -- all while maintaining eye contact with Akira.
As if nothing happened, he gets up and returns to his seat.]
[if Akechi is maintaining eye contact (what kind of power move is that!!) then Akira is as well. . . which means Akechi has a nice view of the splotches of pink that blossom to life on his cheeks. it isn't enough to alter his expression, though; he quirks a brow when fingers touch his thigh, when lips touch his knee, but otherwise his features remain stony. unaffected. this ain't nothin'!1]
[(dimly, he knows better. he doesn't linger on that)]
[. . . Akechi retakes his seat, and Akira clears his throat, quickly snatching the dice back up into his hand to rattle them some more]
I suppose that makes the score one to one. [three more points to go!!!] Hn. . . can I ask you some questions while we keep playing?
[because he has like a billion and he doesn't really want to hold them all in until the game is over]
[That's exactly what he wanted. The slip up, just a hint of his composure cracking. The fact it's only a fraction somehow makes it sweeter -- he would've been disappointed if Akira broke so easily.
Akechi leans back in his chair, smugly satisfied. He lazily drapes one arm over the back of it.]
Hmmm. Alright. [He contemplates for a moment.] I'd ask for something in return, but I'm feeling generous. Go on.
[since most of his relationships back home-- his Confidants-- began with some kind of quid pro quo. Akechi was one of those. sometimes, it's just instinct for him to offer that in return]
[smartly, Akira rolls the dice before continuing, rolling a 1 and a 7 for tickle neck. the dice are killing me, but he seems quite entertained by this roll. is Akechi ticklish. . .? he actually has no idea]
First question-- [. . .] . . . what is the last thing you remember back home?
[The look he gives Akira is both mischievous and hungry... but he files that away for later.
But he frowns at the dice, and doesn't move. It's acceptable, but Akira's also going to have to get past an intimidating glare to get this point. Just try it, buddy.
However, the question does distract him.] It would've been.... January, if I recall correctly. We had just rescued Yoshizawa from-- [He pauses, debating if he should give names when he doesn't know when Akira's from.] --The palace ruler.
[also. oh my god. is he truly the only one here who knows what happened to Maruki. with a distant thousand-yard stare, he sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, eyes slipping shut]
[. . . and then, rather suddenly, he pops out of his seat and leans across the table, fingers immediately going for Akechi's neck in a SURPRISE TICKLE ATTACK]
[since he is pretty sure this is the only way the task is getting done, judging by the death glare he just got]
-- mind out of the gutter! That's not what I meant by favor!
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But no, Akechi hesitated. His smile fades and he narrows his eyes, just a touch.]
…Do you fully understand the rules to this game?
[Not just the dice, the whole thing. He feels guilty, almost, at the very possibility of taking advantage of Akira. As if Akechi hadn’t ruined his life enough already.]
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[Akira had expected a clever quip in response, but the moment Akechi's gaze narrows, he realizes the time for teasing has passed. his smile doesn't fade, but it does soften. just a touch]
. . . you know I missed you, right? Moron. Idiot.
[the dice rattle in his hand once more, before he tosses them casually onto the table, where they land face up on 11 and 6. sniff elbow. truly wish I was making these rolls up for him but the dice honestly hate him that much]
[HE SNORTS]
And I'm figuring it out as I go. [still gaining his bearings. still figuring out how, exactly, he wants to approach things] If you're worried about me. . . don't be.
[whatever he decides, one thing will certainly be true: he has always been stubbornly true to himself. he is stubbornly determined to make sure this place doesn't change that]
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Akechi rubs the top of his hand, where his suit mark is hidden under his gloves. Maybe it's flaring and making him sentimental, that's all.
He snorts when he sees the roll, relaxing a bit. Since when was he so nervous about these things? Nobody stays at the resort this long and retains their embarrassment about intimacy. And yet.
It's different with Akira.
That answer is so him that is almost makes Akechi sick. Of course he isn't worried about Akira. Of course.]
Kurusu. [His voice is harder, darker.] Do you know where you are?
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[his hackles raise again, fingers curling into a tight fist before he releases it. the heart of every single asshole responsible for this, he thinks. I'll tear out them all.]
[. . .]
[a deep exhale. anger has always served him well, as fuel for the justice he carried out at home. but right now, it won't do much]
Yusuke filled me in. So did a few other people. And I've had a look around.
[he certainly didn't know upon first arrival. he is sure there are still many things he has to learn. but he is getting there]
[also: he holds out a hand expectantly]
Elbow, please.
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Ah. He gives a sigh of relief, glad he doesn't have to explain it, and glad he doesn't have to explain Yusuke being here.]
And yet you still look like you've seen a ghost. Did Kitagawa not mention me? I'm hurt.
[...Oh. Right. He stares flatly at Akira, and then sighs and offers his arm.]
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[he leans across the table, carefully taking Akechi's upper arm in his grasp and lifting it so he can. . . sniff an elbow, I guess. it's truly fucking bizarre. what does detective smell like?? he isn't lingering too long, but he is taking mental stock of whatever scents he picks up]
[once the task is complete, he leans back in his chair again and slides the dice towards his opponent]
He didn't. But to be fair, he seemed— [. . . ah, his anger is flaring again just thinking about it. focus, Kurusu]
. . . he seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. [to put it mildly] And he was probably too distracted to think about it.
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It's strange. As if this place has worn down some of his edges.]
Ah. Well, I'm sure he was still overjoyed to see you. [Perhaps not, but. Akechi's not sure how he feels about Joker being stuck here, either. This place has taken so much from him, and he's not sure he could tolerate seeing it take from Akira.]
Now. Where were we?
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[. . .]
Aha. I actually don't think he was.
[he thinks back to how quickly emotional Yusuke had become at the mere thought of being able to destroy whatever entity was responsible for this place. he wonders if Akechi would be the same]
Your turn to roll. [he taps the dice] . . . but only if you want.
[and there's a small emphasis on that last point]
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I'm not afraid of a few little dice. [He picks them up, giving Akira a flat look. And what happens when this game gives them the prompt to do something more... risque? He'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
Because it doesn't matter for this role. He rolls 3-11 -- kiss knee. Honestly, he's almost disappointed.]
So much for "the House always wins". Anyway. [He gestures vaguely, more than a little bit amused at the dice's inability to get anything steamy.] Are you going to back down? There'd be no shame in it.
[He means it, honestly... but his tone implies otherwise. He can't help but try to bait Akira along in this game.]
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The House always wins until a thief robs them blind, detective.
[the cheek!! but he relaxes a bit when Akechi picks up the dice. good. . . the game is still on, which he takes to mean that Akechi doesn't feel trapped in this very moment. after all, Akira is more than glad to return their usual push-pull. their dynamic was something. . . unique. and as much as he missed Akechi, he also missed the constant pressure to improve and better himself, just to be a worthy rival]
[and. . . these sorts of dumb games. . . they should be fun, right? not marred by some supernatural forces who cannot seem to understand the human heart]
[that's what Akira likes to think, anyway]
[he grins a li'l at the dice, arms folded as he leans back in his chair, chin lifted]
It's a lot better than "slap nose." And I didn't back down from that one.
[he swings both legs out from under the table, crossing one over the other, and nods towards the top knee]
Well, then?
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Right, their game. Akechi considers for a moment, and then rises from his chair. He kneels before Akira, one glove hand coming to cup his thigh and hold the leg steady. Then he leans in slowly, planting a gentle kiss on the fabric of his pants -- all while maintaining eye contact with Akira.
As if nothing happened, he gets up and returns to his seat.]
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[if Akechi is maintaining eye contact (what kind of power move is that!!) then Akira is as well. . . which means Akechi has a nice view of the splotches of pink that blossom to life on his cheeks. it isn't enough to alter his expression, though; he quirks a brow when fingers touch his thigh, when lips touch his knee, but otherwise his features remain stony. unaffected. this ain't nothin'!1]
[(dimly, he knows better. he doesn't linger on that)]
[. . . Akechi retakes his seat, and Akira clears his throat, quickly snatching the dice back up into his hand to rattle them some more]
I suppose that makes the score one to one. [three more points to go!!!] Hn. . . can I ask you some questions while we keep playing?
[because he has like a billion and he doesn't really want to hold them all in until the game is over]
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Akechi leans back in his chair, smugly satisfied. He lazily drapes one arm over the back of it.]
Hmmm. Alright. [He contemplates for a moment.] I'd ask for something in return, but I'm feeling generous. Go on.
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I'll owe you something. Cash the favor in later.
[since most of his relationships back home-- his Confidants-- began with some kind of quid pro quo. Akechi was one of those. sometimes, it's just instinct for him to offer that in return]
[smartly, Akira rolls the dice before continuing, rolling a 1 and a 7 for tickle neck. the dice are killing me, but he seems quite entertained by this roll. is Akechi ticklish. . .? he actually has no idea]
First question-- [. . .] . . . what is the last thing you remember back home?
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[The look he gives Akira is both mischievous and hungry... but he files that away for later.
But he frowns at the dice, and doesn't move. It's acceptable, but Akira's also going to have to get past an intimidating glare to get this point. Just try it, buddy.
However, the question does distract him.] It would've been.... January, if I recall correctly. We had just rescued Yoshizawa from-- [He pauses, debating if he should give names when he doesn't know when Akira's from.] --The palace ruler.
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[also. oh my god. is he truly the only one here who knows what happened to Maruki. with a distant thousand-yard stare, he sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, eyes slipping shut]
Well. . . first off. . .
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[since he is pretty sure this is the only way the task is getting done, judging by the death glare he just got]
-- mind out of the gutter! That's not what I meant by favor!