Akira has made a decent amount of arrangements ever since he arrived from Hawaii. From moving out of Leblanc's attic (it didn't make sense why he should be staying there if Sojiro wasn't present) to growing curious about the depths that resided in mementos. Its like a game, right? He explores the dungeons, respawns at a specific spot if he dies and awakens to use magical powers outside of his already bizarre time-bending ones. Again, if the world was any more normal and he actually had any reason to spend time here aside from lazing around or getting to know the people here- he was just stuck in limbo. Its as simple as that. He is stuck.
The last time he was stuck like this he had almost lost it all.
Before he could jump into a pool of piranhas, he needed to find his means to float. Which is why the moment he takes a good glance at the camera mounted on the wall, a satisfied sigh leaves his lips. He grabs his backpack, some emergency cash just in case he ends up running into a real person while shopping, his trusty camera resting through the loop around his neck and his dark round black round sunglasses. Its been a week since he's been wearing this pair on the bridge of his nose but his eyes haven't exactly been cooperative. It gets even worse when he does timejump.
Nonetheless, that's not the main focus for today. Akira's detoriating physical health is the least of his problems right now.
Just like that, Akira finds himself at the streets of Akihabara before his attention is brought forward by one of the stores there. He removes his cap the moment he's out from the sun, now adjusting to the slight breeze of AC that flows when he steps into a store. People- nope, cognitions? Yes, they are everywhere. The sight of a parent dreading at the fact that their child keeps looking at a console is hilarious but right now that's not what he came here for.
In a few minutes, he has his hand-held basket filled to the brim with camera rolls, some microfibre cloth, a multimeter and a cable tester. He needs the materials for maintenance and power up the materials he will potentially need before he explores Mementos. Its as good of a start as any.
Now all he needs is...
As if fate itself answered to his calls- he sees a drone suddenly flying over his head as he walks down the aisle while considering who to ask in order to locate the object he needs. Akira suddenly grows quiet, his attention driven on the manual drone with its little motors and fans lazily floating above his aisle as he carefully looks at the model name- taking a few steps back as he watches its movement. Would remote control drones be worth it? This is one of the bigger Akihabara electronic stores- I don't know where else would I get what I need.
He's so distracted by his own thoughts that he doesn't even realize when he suddenly he bumps into someone, his backpack being directly shoved into someone's shoulder which makes him jump when the cognition doesn't try to move. He suddenly turns around, "Sorry- didn't see you there-"; his sunglasses reflecting away the certain robotic individual's face before he's taking a few other couple of steps- now registering who he just rammed into.
Falcon.
Of course.
"Why did I expect any different?" his expression falls all of a sudden as if he just ran into a dead bird on the sidewalk.
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The last time he was stuck like this he had almost lost it all.
Before he could jump into a pool of piranhas, he needed to find his means to float. Which is why the moment he takes a good glance at the camera mounted on the wall, a satisfied sigh leaves his lips. He grabs his backpack, some emergency cash just in case he ends up running into a real person while shopping, his trusty camera resting through the loop around his neck and his dark round black round sunglasses. Its been a week since he's been wearing this pair on the bridge of his nose but his eyes haven't exactly been cooperative. It gets even worse when he does timejump.
Nonetheless, that's not the main focus for today. Akira's detoriating physical health is the least of his problems right now.
Just like that, Akira finds himself at the streets of Akihabara before his attention is brought forward by one of the stores there. He removes his cap the moment he's out from the sun, now adjusting to the slight breeze of AC that flows when he steps into a store. People- nope, cognitions? Yes, they are everywhere. The sight of a parent dreading at the fact that their child keeps looking at a console is hilarious but right now that's not what he came here for.
In a few minutes, he has his hand-held basket filled to the brim with camera rolls, some microfibre cloth, a multimeter and a cable tester. He needs the materials for maintenance and power up the materials he will potentially need before he explores Mementos. Its as good of a start as any.
Now all he needs is...
As if fate itself answered to his calls- he sees a drone suddenly flying over his head as he walks down the aisle while considering who to ask in order to locate the object he needs.
Akira suddenly grows quiet, his attention driven on the manual drone with its little motors and fans lazily floating above his aisle as he carefully looks at the model name- taking a few steps back as he watches its movement. Would remote control drones be worth it? This is one of the bigger Akihabara electronic stores- I don't know where else would I get what I need.
He's so distracted by his own thoughts that he doesn't even realize when he suddenly he bumps into someone, his backpack being directly shoved into someone's shoulder which makes him jump when the cognition doesn't try to move. He suddenly turns around, "Sorry- didn't see you there-"; his sunglasses reflecting away the certain robotic individual's face before he's taking a few other couple of steps- now registering who he just rammed into.
Falcon.
Of course.
"Why did I expect any different?" his expression falls all of a sudden as if he just ran into a dead bird on the sidewalk.