[This is not where Akechi expeted to find himself. One minute, he's in Tokyo, in the middle of some very important business, and the next he's in... a garage? Groaning, he rights himself. Really, in his school uniform, he looks so out of place. The blazer, the striped tie, the gloves... All of them exude an air of class that reminds him far too much of his time as a celebrity.
Everything's so dark, so dingy. Shards of shrapnel on the floor, strange symbols, and ominous machinery...
He grits his teeth, assessing his surroundings, but for some reason, finds himself drawn toward a rather sleek looking motorcycle, despite some wear and tear. Squinting, he makes his way over, but a flat tire is a worrisome sign indeed.
Then he hears shuffling nearby, and his posture stiffens and straightens. One thing's clear: He's not alone. He's also, not exactly armed, unless he were to brandish his attache case as a weapon.]
Who's there?! Are you responsible for bringing me here?
[Rather a harsh introduction, but... strangely, he can feel Hereward's presence in the back of his mind. Perhaps he isn't as powerless as he thought...]
02. An Ominous Sight
[In time, Akechi finds himself outside. What he finds is... off-putting, to say the least.
It's like he walked into the set of a dystopian film, but everything looks far too real. If anything, it's more akin to a Palace, yet though he can feel his Persona more strongly than he had in some time, the atmosphere does not give off the same feeling as the Metaverse.
Either way, he's on guard as he rummages around, trying to find supplies, perhaps even a blunt object to serve as a more pragmatic weapon than his case, if he can't find something more suitable.
Eventually, the tree catches his eyes, along with the metallic forms and the ominous warning.
He touches his chin, but though he surveys the Husks, he does not move in to touch them. Without a ranged weapon, it's far too reckless, especially when he's lacking the proper means to truly defend himself in case of genuine risk.
But when he hears footsteps from behind, a wry chuckle slips out of him.]
So, what will you do? Heed the warning, or tempt fate?
03. Something Wrong
[At the first sign of monsters, Akechi snaps into attention. There's a strange glow just barely visible through his clothes, but that's hardly a priority with the incoming danger.
The Pisaca are a familiar sight from all his time trawling the Metaverse. The alligators, not so much, but rather than flee, like most sensible people would, he takes a deep breath, and growls out:]
Persona!
[To his immense relief, Hereward materializes above him.]
Riot Gun, now!
[Hereward gazes down at him solemnly.]
I cannot. Something has interfered with my abilities.
Then what can you do?!
This.
[Hereward strings an arrow on his bow, then fires off a Megidolaon into the crowd. At the very least, that's one skill with spread damage, but without proper restoratives, how long can he keep this up?
The logical move is to seek reinforcements, but Akechi is a stranger in a strange world, and far from the trusting sort. But still, it's possible that the huge, magical explosion will draw some eyes, if he doesn't end up bumping into others in the struggle to fend off the monsters.
And though at first, his Megidolaon skills get the job done, he starts working up a sweat. Moreover, his fingertips start to throb. Nonetheless, he tries as best he can to maneuver and to fight, but he may need backup before long.]
04. Wiped Out
[Suffice it to say, the fighting takes its toll on Akechi. His uniform, once perfectly clean, is now scuffed, dirtied, and even bears some tears in places. His once finely combed hair's all disheveled, and he growls as he tries to smooth it back down.
The tears in his clothes have exposed a strange sigil that he certainly didn't have before, but that's not the most troubling part.
No, the real troubling part is the fact that a set of claws tore through his gloves. More like talons, if anything. Leather gloves don't exactly come cheap, and it sets a worrying precedent.
Something about this place has changed him, and he's barely been here for long, and though the glow from the fallen monsters eases his pain and mends his wound, the anger remains.]
Damn it...
[His face twists into a feral snarl, eyes narrowed to near-slits.]
When I find the one who dragged me here, I will personally make them pay...
[But for now, he cannot, and left with little else to do, he eventually returns to the convey.
Not that the message offers much relief. And, certainly, the music is soothing. Any other day, in any other place, it might even be to Akechi's tastes...
But here, now? He can only laugh, rather chaotically, in fact.]
So we're to simply play along unquestioningly? Simply ride along and hope for the best?
Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal
[This is not where Akechi expeted to find himself. One minute, he's in Tokyo, in the middle of some very important business, and the next he's in... a garage? Groaning, he rights himself. Really, in his school uniform, he looks so out of place. The blazer, the striped tie, the gloves... All of them exude an air of class that reminds him far too much of his time as a celebrity.
Everything's so dark, so dingy. Shards of shrapnel on the floor, strange symbols, and ominous machinery...
He grits his teeth, assessing his surroundings, but for some reason, finds himself drawn toward a rather sleek looking motorcycle, despite some wear and tear. Squinting, he makes his way over, but a flat tire is a worrisome sign indeed.
Then he hears shuffling nearby, and his posture stiffens and straightens. One thing's clear: He's not alone. He's also, not exactly armed, unless he were to brandish his attache case as a weapon.]
Who's there?! Are you responsible for bringing me here?
[Rather a harsh introduction, but... strangely, he can feel Hereward's presence in the back of his mind. Perhaps he isn't as powerless as he thought...]
02. An Ominous Sight
[In time, Akechi finds himself outside. What he finds is... off-putting, to say the least.
It's like he walked into the set of a dystopian film, but everything looks far too real. If anything, it's more akin to a Palace, yet though he can feel his Persona more strongly than he had in some time, the atmosphere does not give off the same feeling as the Metaverse.
Either way, he's on guard as he rummages around, trying to find supplies, perhaps even a blunt object to serve as a more pragmatic weapon than his case, if he can't find something more suitable.
Eventually, the tree catches his eyes, along with the metallic forms and the ominous warning.
He touches his chin, but though he surveys the Husks, he does not move in to touch them. Without a ranged weapon, it's far too reckless, especially when he's lacking the proper means to truly defend himself in case of genuine risk.
But when he hears footsteps from behind, a wry chuckle slips out of him.]
So, what will you do? Heed the warning, or tempt fate?
03. Something Wrong
[At the first sign of monsters, Akechi snaps into attention. There's a strange glow just barely visible through his clothes, but that's hardly a priority with the incoming danger.
The Pisaca are a familiar sight from all his time trawling the Metaverse. The alligators, not so much, but rather than flee, like most sensible people would, he takes a deep breath, and growls out:]
Persona!
[To his immense relief, Hereward materializes above him.]
Riot Gun, now!
[Hereward gazes down at him solemnly.]
I cannot. Something has interfered with my abilities.
Then what can you do?!
This.
[Hereward strings an arrow on his bow, then fires off a Megidolaon into the crowd. At the very least, that's one skill with spread damage, but without proper restoratives, how long can he keep this up?
The logical move is to seek reinforcements, but Akechi is a stranger in a strange world, and far from the trusting sort. But still, it's possible that the huge, magical explosion will draw some eyes, if he doesn't end up bumping into others in the struggle to fend off the monsters.
And though at first, his Megidolaon skills get the job done, he starts working up a sweat. Moreover, his fingertips start to throb. Nonetheless, he tries as best he can to maneuver and to fight, but he may need backup before long.]
04. Wiped Out
[Suffice it to say, the fighting takes its toll on Akechi. His uniform, once perfectly clean, is now scuffed, dirtied, and even bears some tears in places. His once finely combed hair's all disheveled, and he growls as he tries to smooth it back down.
The tears in his clothes have exposed a strange sigil that he certainly didn't have before, but that's not the most troubling part.
No, the real troubling part is the fact that a set of claws tore through his gloves. More like talons, if anything. Leather gloves don't exactly come cheap, and it sets a worrying precedent.
Something about this place has changed him, and he's barely been here for long, and though the glow from the fallen monsters eases his pain and mends his wound, the anger remains.]
Damn it...
[His face twists into a feral snarl, eyes narrowed to near-slits.]
When I find the one who dragged me here, I will personally make them pay...
[But for now, he cannot, and left with little else to do, he eventually returns to the convey.
Not that the message offers much relief. And, certainly, the music is soothing. Any other day, in any other place, it might even be to Akechi's tastes...
But here, now? He can only laugh, rather chaotically, in fact.]
So we're to simply play along unquestioningly? Simply ride along and hope for the best?
[Suffice it to say, he's hardly thrilled.]