Akechi

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

“I have not.” Naoya shakes his head. “What’s the metaverse exactly…?” It was an innocent question honestly… but he did notice the boy seemed to look a tad anxious now.

He notices Cerebus nuzzling and licking him. He slightly smiles, putting the persona back.

"You see, it's a world where people's true intentions are shown. For example, if someone saw somewhere as a cruise ship, then in that world it would be their cruise ship. And they would have Shadows guarding the place and cognitions of what they see people as to them. For example, the cruise ship might see people as people excited to be on their ship and that they are thankful. And..."

He then looks surprised. Crap, he had just given out Shido's Palace's form, didn't he?

"My apologies. I got carried away with that description..."

Akechi had been concerned after last night. While he hadn’t seen what had happened, he knew Joker had angered someone who knew how to make cranes. Someone who taught Joker how to make cranes. And Joker had made him a crane. So he decided to pay this person a visit.

Walking down to the medbay, he immediately spotted the bundle of blankets. Walking over and ripping them off of the person, he glared at them.

“Are you going to mope forever?”

@bluescarfvivi

Hours later, the mound of covered blankets refused any movement. Doctors visited for their usual check-ups, handing off her medication, and examining new stitching. The sudden breakout and jagged movements due to last night’s fiasco caused several of her previous stitching to rip, thus opening that wound up even more. Of course, no one notified her doctor until they came that morning and found a small pool of dried blood on her bed. 

After changing her sheets, then replacing old stitches with new ones, Vivi resumed her curled position underneath her covers. Not once did she let go of the black and white cat plush throughout the day. It stayed close, either tucked under an arm or pressed against her chest. For some reason, she couldn’t separate herself from it. It brought her calm, a sense of pressured relief. Something so soft given to her by….the one she hurt. 

Still no sign of him getting up, nor chatting in the group. The bluenette checked her phone once, maybe twice today just to keep up to speed. That and see if Akira or Raven popped up. 

How could she confront them both after what they saw…

Footsteps approached her beside. Was it dinnertime now? Vivi didn’t bother peeking out from her safe haven, but when all of that bunched warmth suddenly evaporated the bluenette immediately turned around. The still, hospital air now penetrated her cozy hideaway, and it wasn’t a doctor who threw off the cover. 

That’s….Akechi, correct? 

He participated in yesterday’s little game but didn’t get to see the explosive ending. Several of the others may have heard Vivi’s boisterous shouts, especially those around the medbay. With a deep sigh and closing her eyes, Vivi sat up for the first time today, hunched over and keeping the cat plush against her chest. 

"Listen, I don't know you, but you taught him to make cranes. And he made me a crane. So that means I owe you one. And if you think he hates you for attacking him, you've got another thing coming. Because I...."

Akechi suddenly went quiet. He didn't know this person. He shouldn't confess one of his deepest regrets to her. Not yet at least.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to sit here while you mope around and think he hates you. Because he doesn't. So what must I do to make you realize he doesn't hate you?"

One second, Akechi had been standing there, arguing with Joker. The next, Joker had shoved him and now was on the ground bleeding.

“JOKER!”

He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice. Realizing what he had to do, he sighed.

“LOKI!”

And with that, he transformed into the black mask outfit. He was ready to kill. It was time for this Shadow to die.

“LAEVATEINN!”

     Though it took great effort, Akira pushed himself back up–at least so far as a knee. Darkness encroached at the edges of his vision, but through sheer determination alone he believed he held onto his consciousness. A gloved hand came to rest against his side, pushing just a little harder than necessary. The spike of pain, while probably a bad idea in the long run, helped clear the haze surrounding him. Akechi needed his help, they all needed help–

     An anguish yelled tore through the air, and Akira was surprised to discover it had not been his own. Despite his insistence at hiding his ‘Black Mask’ identity, Akechi had swapped Personas, and even from his position Akira could see that he was out for blood.

     “Akechi…”

     The strain from using his Personas weighed on his body just as heavily as the wounds did, but after taking inventory of his situation Akira believed he could still fight. The tips of the claws had caught his side, tearing through leather and flesh alike. With proper care he should be fine, and the bleeding wasn’t so severe that he ran the risk of bleeding out where he sat. It hurt to breathe, but not so badly that he thought a rib had actually broken. Cracked, maybe just bruised–he wasn’t sure, not when everything hurt from being knocked back. The important thing was he was still alive–he could still help.

"LOKI, EIGION!"

The Shadow didn't look like it took any damage. Quickly turning around to make sure Joker was still alive, Akechi noticed him trying to stand up.