gorobo: (Default)
Goro Akechi (Shadow Weapon AU) ([personal profile] gorobo) wrote2024-03-23 04:10 pm

IC Inbox

Hello there! It looks like I'm currently unavailable, so please call back later, or leave a voicemail after the tone. If it is truly urgent, please message me at (XXX) - XXX - XXXX.
Thank you, and have a nice day!


You have this number, so feel free to leave a message. 

(OOC: Inbox is open for messages, calls, and general interactions. Just specify which one it is!)
herewardbound: (Default)

[personal profile] herewardbound 2024-04-11 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that was about par for the course. He sighed quietly, and sent the response.

It'll be in a bag to the left of the main entrance in one hour.

It made sense that he'd need more than words. Story of my fucking life, right?

That said, he'd be in front of the Diet Building at the appointed time, carrying a small bag of cleaning products which were appropriate for use on skin and hair- he had no idea what Falcon's hygiene routine looked like.

He looked up at the building with an expression of supreme distaste, before casually glancing around to check if he was, perhaps, being observed.
Edited 2024-04-11 07:12 (UTC)
herewardbound: (Default)

[personal profile] herewardbound 2024-04-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He was slightly surprised, that Falcon had any desire to interact at all.

He was not surprised that Falcon was holding him at gunpoint.

Phoenix set the bag down, and stepped back, as ordered. "How're you holding up, aside from the obvious?"
herewardbound: (Default)

[personal profile] herewardbound 2024-04-11 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
'Fine'. Yeah, sure.

He sighed. Right now, he wanted more than anything to just... be at home. Vent to Kai, or Via. Or Poppy, though she was going through her own shit.

He wanted to break something. Couldn't go into the Metaverse, not alone, definitely didn't think Falcon would appreciate being followed anyway.

Not for the first time, he wished alcohol did something for him other than give him anxiety.

Fuck it, going back home.
herewardbound: (Default)

[personal profile] herewardbound 2024-04-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well he'd hoped to hear back eventually- but he'd never expected this soon.

He read the text with a frown. Ahhhh shit.

"Hey Renée... you got a Soma?"

...

The how of it wasn't important, in the end. The important bit was that he was on his way, with a small phial of silver-white fluid, and he was moving at speed.

One day. One day he'd figure out those fucking portal spells.