a. the network ([Bad username or site: goro @ akechi])
[This whole situation is ... unfavorable, to say the least. Forced to hide from the public eye like he's a criminal. Showing up in a new world should be full of wonder, but then—he had that wonder once, didn't he? Where did it lead him?
Perhaps he should be grateful for the opportunity.]
Wow, I never would have thought that I'd get to be on a spy network. That is what this is, correct? Hidden from the world, and yet everyone talks about things like parties and elections like it's any other kind of social media. Perhaps I've missed the truly good conversations, but don't worry—I intend to do a fair amount of backreading.
For now, I'm happy to introduce myself. As you can see, I'm Goro Akechi. I was a detective in the my world, and quite the prodigy. No, that's not bragging, it's simply ... a sign of my accomplishments. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that I won't be able to build up the same reputation here. There are a lot more people crammed in even less space.
That just means my efforts will need to be directed toward our situation. I've been informed that we've made very little progress over the past few months. I don't want to speak too boldly, given that I have quite a bit to catch up on, but I'm hoping that my experience can be of some assistance to everyone. Is there anyone who's working on something who would like an assistant? I promise I won't intrude too much on anything you're doing, but I have to get to work.
b. the changes (power display)
[There is no need for Akechi to freak out when his power comes into play. No, he's never seen one of his victims first hand, but he's imagined it well enough that he knows what it'll do. Manipulating them with desperation, driving them a little mad—that kind of psychosis and lack of control is truly ... something.
Of course, it's not psychosis or a berserking tendency that he induces, but self-destruction. When he passes it on to the woman who speaks so shallowly in his space, he doesn't know what to expect. Yes, his chest glows, and she catches it—but then she's distracted. Walking away and picking a fight. Punching someone in the face and asking them to destroy her.
Fascinating—until it ends, and she's forced to her knees, lost and confused. Five minutes. Five minutes is sometimes enough to ruin someone's life if they lose it while driving a train, but here? It's far from it. But then, he didn't know her. What he did was ... testing.]
Well, I have to say that I'm glad she came to her senses.
[Because it's not like he did that. Not at all.]
c. food blogger time
[Yes, among his other hobbies of trying to politically destroy a nation systemically and set up a foundational rivalry with the Phantom Thieves, Goro Akechi is a foodie. A food blogger in some circles, though he doesn't draw a lot of attention to his blog, lest he get a lot of inane comments about how he reviewed a place poorly for some reason or another. His taste in food shouldn't cross with his detective work in any way. It shouldn't.
But here he is, disgusted, because no one should ever try to pack sausage skins full of bugs and cumin and then pass them off as ... Mexican fusion. He swallows his taco down while looking a little pale.]
I'm surprised they're still in business, [he says, uncharacteristically mumbling.
And then, a little brighter, he offers his food to someone nearby:] Would you like to finish this? My eyes were much too large for my stomach, it turns out.
d. dreams?
[Akechi stands on an apartment balcony watching some UNA soldiers pass by. It's after curfew, and he's nowhere near his apartment. But then, he doesn't know where his apartment is—nor does he expect to be able to find it in this version of reality. Because it is a different version. His arms come to press against the railing of the balcony, eyes scanning the area. He doesn't see anyone out there, but he knows someone fled into this building with him.]
Looks like we're sitting ducks for now. They were able to tell that we're not meant to be here. [Akechi sounds a bit disappointed.]
But odd, isn't it? They told me these were dreams, but they seem to be more like a twisted recollection of the world we know. And if they are someone's dreams, whose are they?
[As someone who's been to the subway known as Mementos, he has a few ideas.]
e. wildcard
[What it says! Anything goes. Akechi is a pretentious teenager who's done Bad Things. Time for a fresh start!]
goro akechi | persona 5
[This whole situation is ... unfavorable, to say the least. Forced to hide from the public eye like he's a criminal. Showing up in a new world should be full of wonder, but then—he had that wonder once, didn't he? Where did it lead him?
Perhaps he should be grateful for the opportunity.]
Wow, I never would have thought that I'd get to be on a spy network. That is what this is, correct? Hidden from the world, and yet everyone talks about things like parties and elections like it's any other kind of social media. Perhaps I've missed the truly good conversations, but don't worry—I intend to do a fair amount of backreading.
For now, I'm happy to introduce myself. As you can see, I'm Goro Akechi. I was a detective in the my world, and quite the prodigy. No, that's not bragging, it's simply ... a sign of my accomplishments. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that I won't be able to build up the same reputation here. There are a lot more people crammed in even less space.
That just means my efforts will need to be directed toward our situation. I've been informed that we've made very little progress over the past few months. I don't want to speak too boldly, given that I have quite a bit to catch up on, but I'm hoping that my experience can be of some assistance to everyone. Is there anyone who's working on something who would like an assistant? I promise I won't intrude too much on anything you're doing, but I have to get to work.
b. the changes (power display)
[There is no need for Akechi to freak out when his power comes into play. No, he's never seen one of his victims first hand, but he's imagined it well enough that he knows what it'll do. Manipulating them with desperation, driving them a little mad—that kind of psychosis and lack of control is truly ... something.
Of course, it's not psychosis or a berserking tendency that he induces, but self-destruction. When he passes it on to the woman who speaks so shallowly in his space, he doesn't know what to expect. Yes, his chest glows, and she catches it—but then she's distracted. Walking away and picking a fight. Punching someone in the face and asking them to destroy her.
Fascinating—until it ends, and she's forced to her knees, lost and confused. Five minutes. Five minutes is sometimes enough to ruin someone's life if they lose it while driving a train, but here? It's far from it. But then, he didn't know her. What he did was ... testing.]
Well, I have to say that I'm glad she came to her senses.
[Because it's not like he did that. Not at all.]
c. food blogger time
[Yes, among his other hobbies of trying to politically destroy a nation systemically and set up a foundational rivalry with the Phantom Thieves, Goro Akechi is a foodie. A food blogger in some circles, though he doesn't draw a lot of attention to his blog, lest he get a lot of inane comments about how he reviewed a place poorly for some reason or another. His taste in food shouldn't cross with his detective work in any way. It shouldn't.
But here he is, disgusted, because no one should ever try to pack sausage skins full of bugs and cumin and then pass them off as ... Mexican fusion. He swallows his taco down while looking a little pale.]
I'm surprised they're still in business, [he says, uncharacteristically mumbling.
And then, a little brighter, he offers his food to someone nearby:] Would you like to finish this? My eyes were much too large for my stomach, it turns out.
d. dreams?
[Akechi stands on an apartment balcony watching some UNA soldiers pass by. It's after curfew, and he's nowhere near his apartment. But then, he doesn't know where his apartment is—nor does he expect to be able to find it in this version of reality. Because it is a different version. His arms come to press against the railing of the balcony, eyes scanning the area. He doesn't see anyone out there, but he knows someone fled into this building with him.]
Looks like we're sitting ducks for now. They were able to tell that we're not meant to be here. [Akechi sounds a bit disappointed.]
But odd, isn't it? They told me these were dreams, but they seem to be more like a twisted recollection of the world we know. And if they are someone's dreams, whose are they?
[As someone who's been to the subway known as Mementos, he has a few ideas.]
e. wildcard
[What it says! Anything goes. Akechi is a pretentious teenager who's done Bad Things. Time for a fresh start!]