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deernet2022-06-02 04:06 pm
fabrications) wrote in deernet2022-06-02 04:06 pm
accidental video; un: A.
cw: murder, firearms, blood, suicide imagery
[ The scene opens up to three people in an interrogation room: Akechi, Akira, and a uniformed police officer standing guard.
Akechi steps into the room, calm and composed - even as he lunges forward, steals the guard's handgun, and swiftly attaches a silencer. A single shot is all it takes to drop the officer, and then Akechi and Akira are alone. The former glances at the later, tone distant and icy. ]
I owe you for all of this.. Thanks.
[ Akechi lingers where he stands for a moment, explaining to Akira that this all worked out how he expected and how it's going to serve some other purpose in the end. It's not an elaborate monologue, but it gets the point across: however they got here, Akechi has clearly been planning for it.
When he finally falls silent he adjusts his gloves and steps towards the table. As he raises the gun to aim it directly at Akira's head, a deranged and gleeful expression crosses his face. ]
Case closed. This is how your "justice" ends.
[ Akechi pulls the trigger.
There's a moment of horrible, suspended stillness, Akira's eyes gone glassy and vacant as blood from the bullet wound in his forehead trickles down his face. The stillness only breaks when Akira - when Akira's body - finally slumps forward and over the table, splattering blood across its pristine white surface. Akechi stares down at him for the span of several heartbeats before he steps forward, nudging Akira's head with the barrel of the gun to ensure that he's really dead.
Staging the scene is incredibly simple. The silencer is unscrewed from the gun and tucked away in his coat pocket; the gun itself is placed in Akira's hand, his fingers loosely curled around the hilt and his index finger tucked just so inside the trigger guard. That's all it takes. Akechi steps away and turns to give the scene one last once-over, his expression one of thin amusement.
Then he turns around and walks away. ]
----
[ The scene fades away, revealing nothing more than a perfectly pedestrian home library, shown from the low angle of an Omen that assumes a smaller form. Akechi isn't in view, but his voice can be heard: ]
What was--
[ There's no answer, and the angle of the video feed doesn't change. After a long moment Akechi heaves a sigh, and the video finally cuts off. ]
[ The scene opens up to three people in an interrogation room: Akechi, Akira, and a uniformed police officer standing guard.
Akechi steps into the room, calm and composed - even as he lunges forward, steals the guard's handgun, and swiftly attaches a silencer. A single shot is all it takes to drop the officer, and then Akechi and Akira are alone. The former glances at the later, tone distant and icy. ]
I owe you for all of this.. Thanks.
[ Akechi lingers where he stands for a moment, explaining to Akira that this all worked out how he expected and how it's going to serve some other purpose in the end. It's not an elaborate monologue, but it gets the point across: however they got here, Akechi has clearly been planning for it.
When he finally falls silent he adjusts his gloves and steps towards the table. As he raises the gun to aim it directly at Akira's head, a deranged and gleeful expression crosses his face. ]
Case closed. This is how your "justice" ends.
[ Akechi pulls the trigger.
There's a moment of horrible, suspended stillness, Akira's eyes gone glassy and vacant as blood from the bullet wound in his forehead trickles down his face. The stillness only breaks when Akira - when Akira's body - finally slumps forward and over the table, splattering blood across its pristine white surface. Akechi stares down at him for the span of several heartbeats before he steps forward, nudging Akira's head with the barrel of the gun to ensure that he's really dead.
Staging the scene is incredibly simple. The silencer is unscrewed from the gun and tucked away in his coat pocket; the gun itself is placed in Akira's hand, his fingers loosely curled around the hilt and his index finger tucked just so inside the trigger guard. That's all it takes. Akechi steps away and turns to give the scene one last once-over, his expression one of thin amusement.
Then he turns around and walks away. ]
[ The scene fades away, revealing nothing more than a perfectly pedestrian home library, shown from the low angle of an Omen that assumes a smaller form. Akechi isn't in view, but his voice can be heard: ]
What was--
[ There's no answer, and the angle of the video feed doesn't change. After a long moment Akechi heaves a sigh, and the video finally cuts off. ]
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Why not?
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[Basically she had spoken to people and had experienced what this place can do. So she felt like she was getting a better understanding of the situation.]
At the time I didn't understand that and that was my fault for being naive. Plus, I'm just a very forgiving person.
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That middle part, though. That's what he's stuck on, and that's why his shocked expression twists into an annoyed scowl. ]
So.. what? You could have done more to prevent yourself from being murdered, so it's your fault it happened?
That's stupid.
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[She uses it as a learning experience more than anything. She knew better than to be down on her guard at least here. She made sure of that now at least.]
It may be stupid, but it helps.