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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.
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"Watch where you're going."
-only for his day to immediately get ten times worse the moment he notices exactly who it is that bumped into you.
"Oh for fuck's- not you again," he huffs, nose wrinkling in disgust.
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Yeah the feeling's quite mutual. Kira rolls his eyes as his shoulders relax, adjusting his sunglasses as he takes a quick glance at the aisle Falcon's tending to.
"Come now, you didn't even miss me a little bit, Gorobo?" he continues sarcastically as he walks around Falcon and takes a glance at the drone again. He looks onward as he finds the employee now handing the remote to the child with their parent watching over them, now letting the kid control the drone as the drone stays over their heads before bumping a few rows above Falcon. Akira doesn't have time to deal with that but he's curious about the drone so he shoves his foot in one of the rows (a metre and two away from Falcon) like a ledge and gains the additional height to grab the drone from the top.
He plops down and examines the drone. His eyes narrow down at its design though its a little hard to see without his glasses so he awkwardly brings his other hand to raise them up. No camera mounted on this one. Boring.
He lets the drone go as its motors wheeze while the child and the employee barely react to his little disturbance.
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"If I never saw you again, it'd be too soon," Falcon huffs, before turning away again. He's not dealing with this clown.
... But what the fuck is he doing with the drone? What the hell does he need that for? What-
-Nope, not wasting energy. Hopefully he cuts off his finger while handling the thing. Falcon ignores the disturbance as he browses the store for bits and bobs; machinery he may be able to take apart to get at their circuitry and smaller parts. He purposely does not look at Kira- though all his other sensors keep track of him. Just in case.
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He pulls out his small pocket-sized journal and looks through his grocery list in the notes app.
10. Cable tester
11. Anti-static brush.
12. Crimping tool.
4. Weatherproof case.
Its definitely on this and the other aisle.
He falls silent, now blatantly staring at the robot who is looking through his own materials. Interesting. He probably comes here regularly for his own maintenance then- whatever. He wants to grab his shit and leave but he can't do that with him hogging up the space.
So for a moment he leaves, grabs the cable tester hanging off from one of the rows- checks the brands, shoves the thing in his backpack and comes back. He's still there.
So while Falcon doesn't try looking at Kira, he keeps his stare adamant on him.
Stareeeee
A moment passes. Then two. He releases a sigh and unfolds his arms to make his way over to the same row. Now both him and Akechi are shoulder-to-shoulder as he quickly weaves through the different packed brushes and pulls out a bunch of them. He turns his attention to the other parts, and opens his shoulder bag to toss over the items into his mostly filled bag. While the silence between them is quite peaceful, the thought of the robot knowing his powers still plagues his head.
Finally, he breaks the silence- looking ahead.
"What does Trifuri mean?"
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-aaaaand he's staring at Falcon. Great. Lovely. Does this motherfucker not know the concept of 'reading the room'? He probably doesn't, idiot that he is. Fine, Falcon will simply continue to ignore him.
Except then he's suddenly shoulder to shoulder with Falcon, causing his hackles to raise, combat protocols at the surface of his mind. Peace of shit, is he fucking trying to provoke him? The silence is tense and waiting for one of them to snap, and-
"First of all, it's Trafuri," he hisses in response to the question, eyes narrowing. Absolute moron. "Second of all: figure it out yourself, picture boy."
He's not above withholding information just to look superior.
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"Trafuri? Trifuri? Does it even make a difference?" He rolls his eyes as he looks down at the roll of film and carefully examines the transparent black paper. "Picture boy?!" His eyes widen at his nickname, "Jeez where did you get that name from? Pornhub?"
"Okay seriously- I really do need to take a look at your column though and your," he stops as he tries to come up with a term for body. Is it body or part? "You are kind of in the way," He adds- just for the sake of clarifying to the king of guesswork here. "Unless you own the whole aisle for some damn reason."
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No, it did not come from pornhub, but figures he'd know. Fucking weirdo. Falcon picks up a camera from the rack he's looking at- and proceeds to break it open with his hands alone, fishing out a small part that he'll find use for later. He continues browsing, trying to ignore the other once more.
He shoots a glare at Kira upon the comment- don't think he didn't notice the hesitation when talking about his body there. Still, his face twists, a mocking detective prince type smile working its way onto his face.
"Oh, are you in a rush?" he says, way too pleasant, until it wraps all the way back around to being sarcastic. "I'm sooooo sorry-" the smile drops back into a sneer, as does his voice, "but you can wait until I'm done here. There's a whole store out there for you to look through, so instead of bothering me, why don't you go do that."
With that, he turns back to the rack he was browsing, and fishes out another item to inspect.
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He's so weird.
The gall he's presented with makes him laugh. The sheer audacity spilling in that sarcasm was so much reminscent of his own Akechi- its almost funny. Even they didn't get along all too well in his universe.
Until they did.
"I was here first," he starts. "And I have been waiting for the past 2 minutes- whatever you are trying to find is probably not there. If it didn't click already," he rolls his eyes and steps away from Gorobo. He should probably go around and try to find his drone so...
Its then a hilarious idea pops in his head.
"Nevermind, I guess. I will just go around it," He sighs almost too innocently. "Don’t have energy to deal with Karens as is..." he mutters more to himself though he fucking hopes Falcon heard him. He leaves him alone and strolls over to the employee who waves off to the child and parent he was assisting.
"Excuse me? I am looking for something," he starts as the employee turns to look at him with a smile.
"What would you like?"
There's a smirk on his face. "Can you show me all the drones you have? The ones for professional photography and video specifically."
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About 1 minute later, there's a drone about the size of a palm now stealthily making its way from behind the very aisle Falcon stood at, now hovering on the ceiling as its camera pointed directly at the top of the shelf below.
CLAP!!
The air glitches directly over the shelf before Akira manifests out of nowhere; his legs directly dropping down on the head of the shelf as he finds himself balancing on the rather thin frame with his arms out like a gymnast. "Hi again, seems like you are still here," He carefully brings his two legs down, his bag now filled to the brim as something peeked out from the zips- looking akin to a speaker.
Akira makes himself comfortable on the top of the shelf as his legs dangle right above Gorobo's head.
Hm, I didn't think ahead of this...atleast it worked out.
"O Romeo," he says as he pulls out a microphone in one hand while his bag echoes his voice through the loudspeaker mounted inside it- kicking his legs on the top of the shelf to take a proper look at Falcon from this perspective. "Or I guess- Goromeo works better here." His voice echoes across the store. "How long thou must seek your silver machination or must we pary with our hearts and the anger in thy soul?!"
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It seems his wish, at least, is granted, although not without a snide comment. Fucking bastard. Falcon pretends not to hear, unwilling to play along.
He takes out piece after piece, cracking open some, putting others back. He won't use all these parts immediately, but it's good to have backup? He's precise in his movements, a human could never take these out without a screwdriver to help them, not without breaking them.
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"What the-"
And then there's a crash, and Falcon instinctively jumps back with his hands raised, combat parameters active- fucking Kira, what the fuck? The pieces he's gathered clatter all over the ground, some of them getting crushed under his feet due his rapid movement.
And then he starts blurting out shitty immitations of a stageplay on top of the shelf, into a microphone that echoes throughout the whole store, plainly making fun of Falcon. This fucking piece of shit- Falcon growls audibly, his finger caps sliding back in place again.
"What does it take for you to leave me alone and shut the fuck up," he snarls, angrily glaring at Kira. "Look what you've done, you shitty meatbag!"
He gestures at the scattered, broken pieces of technology he'd gathered- half of them now useless.
"I hope you're happy, because now you're going to have to wait even longer than before. Good fucking job, dipshit."
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Kira finishes his snide serenade with a quick look down at the spilled pieces. Oh. He wasn't expecting that.
"Guess its better this way." Because really- its him and Falcon we are talking about. He doesn't even feel slight remorse, only surprise and perhaps a little satisfaction of biting back at him like he pulled his persona before.
Akira hangs off on the edge, head tilting as all the cheer wears off his face. He simply stares at him again, unnerving and unflinching before his eyes widen at the term meatbag. Welp, that's a good insult. He would give him some appreciation over that rather than something like picture boy.
"Oh please, tinhead," he shakes his head- still speaking into his microphone as his glasses conceal the anger in those eyes. "You and I both know you wouldn’t leave until you figured out a way to drive me out of this store." Judging by how their previous interaction went- it would be a fair assumption would it not?
He lowers the microphone this time and continues with a raised index. "Oh oh- actually- you would probably summon Robin Hood and attempt to kill me. You could probably do it right now because why the fuck not, you conniving asshole!"
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One second, his hands are at his sides.
The next, he has grabbed hold of Kira's foot, too fast for a human to respond reasonably-
And then, the meatbag goes flying across the aisle, skidding to a halt on the floor after crashing into a shelf. Goro follows, murder in his eyes.
"You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that." How dare he, how fucking dare he- "You think I need my Persona to kill you?"
Kira groans on the ground, trying to get up, but Goro steps on his chest, putting a good chunk of his weight into it. Not nearly all- he's far heavier than a human, after all, but enough to let Kira feel exactly how easily he could crush his ribs by simply shifting his weight.
"I told you to stop bothering me," he growls, "I'm not a toy for your amusement."
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His silver eyes stare up to glare at him before they ease up a little as he notices the shift in weight. The foot was...definitely heavier than he anticipated but for a robot it felt light.
So he wasn't going to kill him.
"Hmph," he scoffs as his other hand- still tucked away from the action now fiddles with his pocket. Its a move he's done multiple times. Switching to his own gallery was practically like muscle memory to him. "I would be some sort of masochist if I considered you of all people to be my toy for amusement," he rolls his eyes still at the murder robot. "Hah..." he heaves a deep breath to contain his jittery nerves, adrenaline coursing through.
He takes one glance at the picture on his phone before releasing both of his hands and connects them together. CLAP!
The air shifts around Falcon's foot and he vapourizes away- now snapping before one of the video-recorders having a certain red dot on its panel. He had made preparations before he approaching the robot after all. He took almost 20 minutes choosing the perfect drone for him and made note of every camera in the store before diving back 19 minutes prior to make all the decent arrangments just in case things would turn violent.
Seems like he had made the right call.
For a moment he touches the back of his skull- thankfully no blood comes but he knows there's a concussion here somewhere. He stumbles a little, catching his own balance as he now finds himself a few distant metres away from Falcon and this time- one of his hands tended to his gun tucked in his jeans. "Its funny- you can make wild assumptions about me; assumptions that have NO EVIDENCE backing them aside from you demonizing me but when I assume shit about you- judging from everything else that happened...suddenly you snap into anger."
"You know some things about my powers- that's all the reason why I have to stay in touch with you no matter how much I loath it."
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And then Kira vaporizes below him with a clap, causing Falcon to yell as he tips forward- though he quickly catches himself, snarling. That motherfucker- what the fuck does he think he's doing. He whirls around as Kira starts speaking, eyes narrowing in anger at the camera filming him- suppressing the panic in his sytem.
"You bitch," he snarls, "no evidence? It's the first fucking thing you did!"
He needs to do something about that fucking camera. About- all of them, apparently, eyes flitting about. None of this shit. He is not letting some asshole Amamiya lookalike take over his body. He's not.
He raises his hands, releasing his inhibitors- and shoots. Bullets fly through the store seemingly at random to any random onlooker- but they're targeted. Cameras, drones, anything that can take pictures, or film- they need to go. Glass, metal, and plastic explode everywhere.
"I'm not letting you control me!" he shouts, "stay the fuck away from me!"
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The only thing that kept it going was Falcon's reactions though he's not going to try and admit that.
Akira carefully watches him, body shifting when he watches him raise his hands.
He has a bad feeling.
The inhibitors load and Akira's already glancing down at his phone again- now taking another glance at a camera as he releases his gun and CLAPS!! almost out of panic as he shifts back to the position of the drone. He quickly grabs it- the bullet whizzing right through and nearly embedding into his arm as he clutches it tight to his chest and goes around the aisle's shelf- his shoes clattering against the items collected by the robot. He presses his back and takes cover behind it.
His lips almost pull into a nervous smile. The bangs through the bullets filter through as he guards his head and the drone. His ears are ringing and his head is definitely out of commission. He's really done it now.
Silence reigns. He takes one glance at his phone and yep- all the cameras he had connected with to this store have all turned to black screens. Great strategy to really corner him down- he will give him that. The only good things he has saved is his phone, the drone to his chest and the packed drones kept deep within his bag. There's no way he can use them and its better if he doesn't have to.
"...Are you done or is there anything else you need to shoot?"
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"I don't want to see you again. Ever," he snarls, "you may look like him, but you're nothing but a shitty rip-off of Amamiya."
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Atleast this cleared up his view on him.
"And what's your idea of an Amamiya? A yes-man? Someone who has to constantly mould himself in your good graces cause that's some fucking mental olympics." He keeps his voice even, eyes glowering with a burning rage resembling charcoal catching fire. "If that's the case- I feel sorry for that Amamiya."
He shakes his head, completely serious. "Think about this for a second- what the fuck will I do with controlling you?!" With his drone bagged, he brings his two index and points at his own head. "THINK! Use that thing in your head you call a brain-! Or-! Wherever your brain is-! This world means nothing and taking control of anyone- if I did actually do it would earn me NOTHING! Especially from you!"
"God."
"When I pissed you off that time- all I wanted was to take those words back..." he scoffs as he looks down at the ground. "That's all I have done. Take my words back. Take my actions back for everyone. You say I don't treat people like humans- it's wrong! All wrong! I do it for them! You demonize me- its as simple!"
He raises his head once more. "Well, you are by far one of the most pathetic and stupid Akechis I know so- " he shrugs as his voice draws sardonically- "What a beautiful pair, right?"
"Fuck you."
He rubs his nose and this time without even taking a glance at anything else, he brings his hands together and doesn't offer another glance. He has most of what he needs- he will just get them later.
CLAP!!!
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The camera looking over a certain bedroom glows red again as Akira materializes in the hotel room with his bag. He tosses away a bag on the side and takes a glance at the footage presented on his laptop placed on the study table. The screen had a single window on it. It's a LIVE CCTV footage- starring him looking at his own laptop. He looks up once as the camera catches the same exact movement before going to CLOSE FOOTAGE and flops down on the chair.
He clutches his head, sighing heavily as the aftershock of their event settles down on him.
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Falcon shoots- but Kira is gone, escaped like the coward he is. Take actions back- hah! As fucking if. Does he think Falcon is stupid or something?
He's just a cowardly bastard who can't face the consequences of his own actions. At least Falcon can own up to the fact that he's fucked up, but Kira? What, does he think he can just time travel and undo all the shitty things he implied he'd do? That he can just act the angel who's never had a bad thought in the world, and get everyone kissing his feet like he pisses sunshine and rainbows?
It doesn't work like that, princess.
At least Amamiya- Amamiya gave Goro a challenge. Infuriating sometimes, yes, but fun. Someone who sticks by his words, who sticks to his convictions, who isn't afraid to disagree, or offend someone, just because his opinions don't align with theirs. He's so wholly himself in a way Kira clearly isn't, manipulative, but in such an enticing way. A way Goro can appreciate, speaking truths in such a clever way. He's so interesting to follow in the Metaverse, enchanting to talk to- someone who actually treats him like a person, rather than an object, or a vapid celebrity.
Or a robot he can just force into dancing to his tune, unlike Kira.
Fucking Kira. Falcon hopes he's miserable. He hopes he fucking explodes. He hopes he trips and breaks his neck, not enough to kill him, but enough to render him useless. Maybe that way he'll learn what it means to be forced to give up your autonomy, despite still being all there mentally.
Falcon's fingers smoke as he closes the protective caps around his fingertips, surveying if he can still salvage some of his finds. His finds that Kira made him drop by antagonizing him. Most of it appears broken, but he picks up what he can still use.
Fucking Kira.
Fucking asshole.