[Sometimes the simplest things serve as clues in an unknown territory.
The curious glow of the plants draws Akechi in. It's risky to touch them haphazardly, to assume they are safe, but cataloging their effects may help broaden their understanding of the area.
So Akechi, notepad in hand, moves about, jotting down the different colors. Blue, green, purple, and orange... No doubt each one carries its own significance.
This could be risky, he knows. The shrine was proof not to touch things without extreme caution, but here, in the valley, he has to make a choice. Take a leap of faith.
So he reaches out to touch a green plant...
Those in the area may feel sudden rush of curiosity and apprehension projected from Akechi.
He pulls his hand back.]
Nothing's changed... or has it?
[The sound of footsteps catches his ear, and he turns around.]
Have you tampered with the plants? I'm trying to catalog the effects for future reference.
B. Battle Ground (Transformation CW)
[Having deemed the sage brush... relatively safe, if not empowering, Akechi soon takes flight to the Battle Ground. His head pounds at the multiple effects he's tested. The lack of stable gravity makes maneuvering a pain in the ass, but at least he has wings to better soar through the unruly tangle of rock and metal.
And oh, what a sight... Cyborg corpses with weapons in hand. Swords, guns, ammunition. A toothy smirk unfurls across Akechi's face, as he swoops down to investigate.
The glint of a sword draws him in, and he reaches out to touch it, only for his mind to jolt. A vision ripples through his mind....
A soldier dispatches a monster, before turning to terrified civilians watching her. She doesn’t ease the grip of her sword as she walks towards them, nor relax her fighting stance. Her footsteps are bloody. She brings her blade down on the first civilian before the vision cuts out.
Grunting, Akechi stumbles back. Moreover, the sudden shock of the vision makes him double over, as a scorpion tail tears through the back of his pants, and a roar of pain ripples through the air.
But Akechi is nothing, if not stubborn. Face twisting into a snarl, he seizes the wrist of the robotic corpse, tearing off the hand and the sword in one violent jerk.]
Filth... All of you are worthless hypocrites!
[Flames spew from his maw, directed only at the cyborg corpses. Someone may want to calm him down... or perhaps join in the desecration of the dead. The choice is yours.]
C. Health Inspection
[The sight of a hospital draws Akechi in all too swiftly. Abandoned though it may be, it presents opportunities to scavenge for useful equipment for the long journey ahead.
The twisted hallways prompt Akechi to hover down corridors, not wanting to tempt the unstable gravity. With his attache case at the ready, along with a smaller bag, Akechi can be seen slipping in and out of rooms, stuffing potions, herbs, and medical supplies into his bag and case along the way.
Still, in light of what happened at the battleground, he can't help but ask...]
Have you received any strange visions here?
[Later, as he continues his investigation, trouble arises, as the machinery goes off and manacles and straps shoot his way. Akechi tries to fight them off with flames, claw swipes, tail strikes, and careful maneuvers, but he may need help.]
Damn it! Of course there'd be catch!
D. What Dreams May Come (CW for murder and suicidal imagery)
[In the interconnected dreamscape within the Convoy, one may feel a sudden heaviness they had not encountered before. The landscape is dark, baked in black and read, haunting and abstract, with occasional flickers of a swaying silhouette of a woman, which breaks apart, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass.
A boy, no older than fifteen, stands with a gun in hand, clad in strange clothes holds his weapon level with the kneeling figure of a woman with short black hair, glasses, and a lab coat. Most distinct are her yellow, glowing eyes.
The boy's hand trembles. It would be one thing to inflict a psychotic breakdown, but he was ordered to end her.
Why couldn't she accept Shido's conditions? If she did, he wouldn't have to do this...
But he has to do this. No way out now. Shido knows his name, his face... He made a deal with the devil. He gave himself to his damnable father. Of course he'd turn into a weapon...
The woman pleads:]
Futaba... Please... I can't leave my daughter behind!
[His trigger finger twitches. His eyes snap shut beneath the red-tinted lenses...
Only to condense into a dark interrogation room, where a bruised and dazed looking boy with curly black hair sits and stares, blood dripping down from his forehead.]
You're lucky I wasn't real, or you would've killed the only person who gave a shit about you.
[Suddenly, it's not a fifteen year old standing across the table, nor is Akechi wearing the strange black mask and striped suit he had before. He's fully human, in his school uniform.
The gun in his hands fall to the floor. His hands slam down on the table, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight...
And a man's voice echoes all around.]
Sooner or later, they'll find out what you did. You can pretend you have a blank slate here, Akechi, but you'll always be a puppet...
[An unseen force kicks Akechi to the ground. Suddenly, his back's against a metallic wall. He's back in that black masked outfit, but the mask has since broken, and a mirror image of himself in his school uniform grins down at him, holding him at gun point.]
You really should have died that day...
E. Brain Brawl
[Whether he's rescued from his nightmare or roused from slumber by the sudden attack, the end result is the same.
Akechi, furious and extremely on edge, rushes into the fray, spewing fire from his maw, clawing, biting, leaping, and swooping.
He's furious, and in addition to the scorpion tail, he's sprouted two feline-like ears in addition to the scorpion tail from before.
Those with telepathic or empathic abilities may feel the deep distress rippling through his thoughts. Pain, anger, fear, regret all swirl together in an unstable cocktail. Gunshots fire into the distance, not always striking enemy monsters. Sometimes, they merely sail through the air.]
Stop haunting me!
[But no one replies, save for unseen phantoms of his past and deepest fears.
His Persona materializes at his size, clad in black and red and bow in hand. An explosive sphere of magic swells, sweeping over the battlefield, but it's clear his attacks aren't nearly as calculated as they normally are.
Someone may need to bring him back to reality.]
F. Wild Card
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Chimera
[Sometimes the simplest things serve as clues in an unknown territory.
The curious glow of the plants draws Akechi in. It's risky to touch them haphazardly, to assume they are safe, but cataloging their effects may help broaden their understanding of the area.
So Akechi, notepad in hand, moves about, jotting down the different colors. Blue, green, purple, and orange... No doubt each one carries its own significance.
This could be risky, he knows. The shrine was proof not to touch things without extreme caution, but here, in the valley, he has to make a choice. Take a leap of faith.
So he reaches out to touch a green plant...
Those in the area may feel sudden rush of curiosity and apprehension projected from Akechi.
He pulls his hand back.]
Nothing's changed... or has it?
[The sound of footsteps catches his ear, and he turns around.]
Have you tampered with the plants? I'm trying to catalog the effects for future reference.
B. Battle Ground (Transformation CW)
[Having deemed the sage brush... relatively safe, if not empowering, Akechi soon takes flight to the Battle Ground. His head pounds at the multiple effects he's tested. The lack of stable gravity makes maneuvering a pain in the ass, but at least he has wings to better soar through the unruly tangle of rock and metal.
And oh, what a sight... Cyborg corpses with weapons in hand. Swords, guns, ammunition. A toothy smirk unfurls across Akechi's face, as he swoops down to investigate.
The glint of a sword draws him in, and he reaches out to touch it, only for his mind to jolt. A vision ripples through his mind....
A soldier dispatches a monster, before turning to terrified civilians watching her. She doesn’t ease the grip of her sword as she walks towards them, nor relax her fighting stance. Her footsteps are bloody. She brings her blade down on the first civilian before the vision cuts out.
Grunting, Akechi stumbles back. Moreover, the sudden shock of the vision makes him double over, as a scorpion tail tears through the back of his pants, and a roar of pain ripples through the air.
But Akechi is nothing, if not stubborn. Face twisting into a snarl, he seizes the wrist of the robotic corpse, tearing off the hand and the sword in one violent jerk.]
Filth... All of you are worthless hypocrites!
[Flames spew from his maw, directed only at the cyborg corpses. Someone may want to calm him down... or perhaps join in the desecration of the dead. The choice is yours.]
C. Health Inspection
[The sight of a hospital draws Akechi in all too swiftly. Abandoned though it may be, it presents opportunities to scavenge for useful equipment for the long journey ahead.
The twisted hallways prompt Akechi to hover down corridors, not wanting to tempt the unstable gravity. With his attache case at the ready, along with a smaller bag, Akechi can be seen slipping in and out of rooms, stuffing potions, herbs, and medical supplies into his bag and case along the way.
Still, in light of what happened at the battleground, he can't help but ask...]
Have you received any strange visions here?
[Later, as he continues his investigation, trouble arises, as the machinery goes off and manacles and straps shoot his way. Akechi tries to fight them off with flames, claw swipes, tail strikes, and careful maneuvers, but he may need help.]
Damn it! Of course there'd be catch!
D. What Dreams May Come (CW for murder and suicidal imagery)
A boy, no older than fifteen, stands with a gun in hand, clad in strange clothes holds his weapon level with the kneeling figure of a woman with short black hair, glasses, and a lab coat. Most distinct are her yellow, glowing eyes.
The boy's hand trembles. It would be one thing to inflict a psychotic breakdown, but he was ordered to end her.
Why couldn't she accept Shido's conditions? If she did, he wouldn't have to do this...
But he has to do this. No way out now. Shido knows his name, his face... He made a deal with the devil. He gave himself to his damnable father. Of course he'd turn into a weapon...
The woman pleads:]
Futaba... Please... I can't leave my daughter behind!
[His trigger finger twitches. His eyes snap shut beneath the red-tinted lenses...
And he shoots.
The bullet flies through the woman, through faceless, shadowy figures, through a man dressed like a sci-fi villain in a goofy space suit, the surroundings briefly flickering to the interior of a space station...
Only to condense into a dark interrogation room, where a bruised and dazed looking boy with curly black hair sits and stares, blood dripping down from his forehead.]
You're lucky I wasn't real, or you would've killed the only person who gave a shit about you.
[Suddenly, it's not a fifteen year old standing across the table, nor is Akechi wearing the strange black mask and striped suit he had before. He's fully human, in his school uniform.
The gun in his hands fall to the floor. His hands slam down on the table, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight...
And a man's voice echoes all around.]
Sooner or later, they'll find out what you did. You can pretend you have a blank slate here, Akechi, but you'll always be a puppet...
[An unseen force kicks Akechi to the ground. Suddenly, his back's against a metallic wall. He's back in that black masked outfit, but the mask has since broken, and a mirror image of himself in his school uniform grins down at him, holding him at gun point.]
You really should have died that day...
E. Brain Brawl
[Whether he's rescued from his nightmare or roused from slumber by the sudden attack, the end result is the same.
Akechi, furious and extremely on edge, rushes into the fray, spewing fire from his maw, clawing, biting, leaping, and swooping.
He's furious, and in addition to the scorpion tail, he's sprouted two feline-like ears in addition to the scorpion tail from before.
Those with telepathic or empathic abilities may feel the deep distress rippling through his thoughts. Pain, anger, fear, regret all swirl together in an unstable cocktail. Gunshots fire into the distance, not always striking enemy monsters. Sometimes, they merely sail through the air.]
Stop haunting me!
[But no one replies, save for unseen phantoms of his past and deepest fears.
His Persona materializes at his size, clad in black and red and bow in hand. An explosive sphere of magic swells, sweeping over the battlefield, but it's clear his attacks aren't nearly as calculated as they normally are.
Someone may need to bring him back to reality.]
F. Wild Card
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