[ Wait, really? People can come not just from different worlds, but from different times in the same world? Gods, that just makes everything even more complicated.
Akechi's introduction has Blake lifting an eyebrow, torn between amusement and dubiousness. ]
If only I had a fancy title to go with my name, too. I'm sorry to say that I don't.
[Detective Prince. Honestly. What a name. At least Akechi seems to think it's stupid too, or at least something he isn't fond of, so Blake won't rib him too hard.
When they reach the garage, it's mostly been picked clean of all the food on the shelves, and Blake can't hear anybody else inside (though her hearing sucks right now and she still doesn't know why she's half-deaf). She starts casting about for anything that could be used as a weapon, looking behind the counter. ]
Do you think... someone brought us here on purpose? With the convoy outside waiting for us, it seems to be the only logical assumption, but who would do something like that? And why?
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Akechi's introduction has Blake lifting an eyebrow, torn between amusement and dubiousness. ]
If only I had a fancy title to go with my name, too. I'm sorry to say that I don't.
[ Detective Prince. Honestly. What a name. At least Akechi seems to think it's stupid too, or at least something he isn't fond of, so Blake won't rib him too hard.
When they reach the garage, it's mostly been picked clean of all the food on the shelves, and Blake can't hear anybody else inside (though her hearing sucks right now and she still doesn't know why she's half-deaf). She starts casting about for anything that could be used as a weapon, looking behind the counter. ]
Do you think... someone brought us here on purpose? With the convoy outside waiting for us, it seems to be the only logical assumption, but who would do something like that? And why?