❀ AKIRA KIJIMA

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What will you do when faced with the terrifying ordeal of being known?

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week 2, monday

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(Tsurumaru is agitated. Something is in the air here and he doesn't like it. As the thing in the air settles, he tries to seek it out. Eventually, he finds the source of his feelings and he calls out to Akira,)

It's you.

[bloodread]

[ The worst part of this, Akira thought, was that he's familiar with this sensation of foreign emotions bleeding into him. And then he sees Tsuru and he realizes this is only the second worst part. ]

...you've gotta be fucking with me. [ That sure is anger, bright and hot. ]

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(The anger is just? Making him more agitated and he tries to quell it. It isn't his style to lose his cool.)

Oi, what's this... is this you?

(This feeling that just makes him want to fight? THIS COULD BE A DANGEROUS COMBO...)

Calm down.

[bloodread]

Fuck off. [ ...that did not help since there's a million things prickling at his temper but at least it says at the same level. ]

So what, this is the curse for this week, huh? They really couldn't have picked anyone but you?

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(Akira.......... Kiku begins to puff her feathers and Tsurumaru reaches up to try and smooth them. He's really trying to regain control of the emotional situation here and Akira can probably feel




Tsurumaru just suddenly letting go? A sense of detachment. Of nothingness. Like he just decided to suddenly stop feeling and lock them all away. There's still a lingering sense of agitation and some vague sense of amusement somewhere there but it's much more muted than it was a moment ago,)

... It's quite the surprise.

(Meanwhile, Kiku feels like she needs to fly to work off some of this energy now wow.)

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....what? [ Yeah that's weird. What is turning your emotions off, Akira is pretty sure that isn't how this works? The anger is still there (and probably will be for a while), but there's a current of focus underneath that's usually masked under the obvious emotions.

Nagako has come over, fur bristling, but silent. ]

Week 2, Saturday (post-trial)

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(Tsurumaru has been content to let Akira be for most of the week. He's been able to sense the teen's emotions all week and felt it was best to give him space. He always seems to short-tempered and spikes in anger when they interact and for Tsurumaru who carefully controls his feelings, it's frankly exhausting to feel so much.

But after the trial, he immediately wants to pull Akira aside to speak,)

Akira-kun.

(Aside from bursts of emotion here and there that are surely associated with the memory shards, Tsurumaru has always been calm and cool or lively and casual. There are the periods of thoughtfulness and uncertainty Akira might have felt in the very late or early hours but Tsurumaru has tried to avoid those moods.

Right now, there's a very sharp sense of awareness, something suddenly serious and focused, and for someone who usually speaks vaguely and avoids affirmative speech, he speaks directly to Akira now,)

Explain.

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[ Right now Akira's mood is a low simmering anger, it could be worse really and it has been worse so at least there's that. Akira just throws himself back against the nearest wall, hood drawn up over his face and arms crossed. Tsuru gets a glare but it seems Akira is a man of his word. ]

I can see the memories in blood, like the flashbacks we had all week. Except for me it's something I just need to live with if my right hand comes into contact with blood whenever.

That's why I knew there were those stupid ass bubbles in the butcher shop, cause I saw bits and pieces of that murder.

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(There's something in his eyes-- a flicker like a light going off, a piece clicking in place.)

After you touched Revali... and when you were investigating, too...!

(It makes sense now.)

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Yeah. I didn't want to have to use it like that unless I need to, cause I'm not stupid. [ read: he does not trust people. ]

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But you did it to help us.

(For perhaps the first time this week, Tsurumaru really smiles at Akira. It's not the warmest smile-- there's always something in his eyes that makes his smile seem far away-- but Akira will feel something vaguely warm coming from Tsurumaru. It can only be described as "admiration.")

Thank you.

Week 3, Tuesday (evening)

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(Tuesday evening, Tsurumaru will grab Akira and pull him somewhere private to talk!!

And when they get there

he

doesn't

let go.......

cuddle week really be awkward like that)

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[ His look is deadpan but not as much as it could be, and he makes no move to actually let go. ]

Did you just want to hold hands all day?

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(He's probably just holding onto Akira's arm. Just hugging it. I'm sorry.)

I'd prefer no one see me.

(Which is probably why he's cuddling now in private. Where no one else can see him before he goes into cuddle withdrawal later.)

Akira-kun, have you spoken to the group that went on an adventure last week? Rochalizo, Kaeya, Xie Lian, and Yuri?

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[ Tsuru this is the most dramatic meta but also.

Akira gets it. ]

Mmhmm. [ Well sure, stay latched onto him all you want. He's actually used to this for a couple of reasons, so it's way too easy to ease into the contact. ]

I talked to Yuri, but not about what happened. Why?

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You should.

(He shifts a little to reach into his sleeve to pull out a new note for Akira to take. It reads,)

Little of the angels can be understood by man, for most are born of Dust and few ascend to join their ranks. Fewer still choose to leave those ranks, and return to the world from whence they came, for they can only do so as long as that which ties them to humanity is kept safe.

Look at what you've found this week~

WEEK 3, Thursday Evening

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[ After all of that, when he's no longer at risk of bleeding out or having his innards tumble out, Akira is strikingly quiet. He's out the outpost, wanting to be as far away from everyone as he possibly can be.

Importantly, he's remembered to change out of his bloody clothes. Nagako is coiled next to him, and she flicks her tongue out once when Tsuru arrives. ]

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(AKira is in a mood and Tsurumaru doesnt know why... so he'll be kind and approach like a normal human being this time.)

Welcome back.

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[ Rather than respond, Akira just grumbles. He's in one hell of a mood alright, but it's fine because that's why foils are good, since he certainly couldn't hold a conversation with just anyone right now. ]

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(Hmm. He's quiet for a moment and doesn't quite approach. He leaves Akira with his space.

After a while, he reaches into his bag and there's the sound of foils or wrappers or something... and he'll come over, holding out his hand to Akira. He won't say anything. He's just offering something to him.)

looks at you loudly here too

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[ Blink. ]

...huh? [ Opens up his hand to accept whatever this is. ]

Week 7, pre-End Game!!

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(He'll let Akira catch up with those most important to him first. He doesn't mind waiting. After all, he's more than proven how reliable he is. But once he thinks he can finally grab some of Akira's time...

He reaches to touch the back of his neck with his cold, icy deda hands.)

Have you found everyone you're looking for, Akira-kun~?

[bloodread]

...do you want me to slam you into the ground? [ Hi, Tsuru. It's fine, he is used to touching ghosts but alas he is still tsun. ]

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... I know that isn't how you usually say hello.

(So what did he do to earn this?)

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Yeah, cause people don't usually touch me like that. [ Cold hands or not! ]