They're inherently inequal. The power of an unchecked god lies within that man's soul. Eden thrives under him, souls and lives held in the palm of his hand.
The only time Akechi has felled him is with his own two hands, with surprise assaults.
Akira moving forward with a blade in hand, eyes on him, only on him, staring down Akechi Goro in the dwindling sunlight is invigorating in the same way. It feels like winning before their bodies even clash.
And it's different with Kurusu.
They're inherently equal. Always toeing the line - Akechi's more experienced, stronger, faster.
Akira's adaptable, unpredictable and wild.
A chill crawls up his spine, hackles raise, heart beating fast because this is all he wanted, this is what he craved, this was his only regret in that disgusting cellar that holds the corpse of someone. Akechi killed Akira with his own hand - a smoking gun with an all too light trigger under his finger.
He wanted more.
He wanted this.
He wants to be
cut down
by a daring thief and he wants to-
rip Joker apart
When he mistakenly thinks victory is seized.
No persona. Doesn't matter. Akechi guards with a vile laugh, streaks of vivid blue crawling up his body - he could summon Robin Hood here. Akira knows. He could summon Loki here. Akira knows.
He doesn't. He makes an attempt to parry Akira's dagger and if successful, makes a downward swipe with his own towards his shoulder - Robin Hood at the cusp of his heart, ready to attack, ready to be summoned, resting on the tip of his tongue.] Don't tell me you made me wait all this time just to swipe at me with a pathetic little knife? Stop screwing around and show me that power you've been graced with. Take this opportunity to show off, Joker.
rolled d17
They're inherently inequal. The power of an unchecked god lies within that man's soul. Eden thrives under him, souls and lives held in the palm of his hand.
Akira moving forward with a blade in hand, eyes on him, only on him, staring down Akechi Goro in the dwindling sunlight is invigorating in the same way. It feels like winning before their bodies even clash.The only time Akechi has felled him is with his own two hands, with surprise assaults.
And it's different with Kurusu.
They're inherently equal. Always toeing the line - Akechi's more experienced, stronger, faster.
Akira's adaptable, unpredictable and wild.
A chill crawls up his spine, hackles raise, heart beating fast because this is all he wanted, this is what he craved, this was his only regret in that disgusting cellar that holds the corpse of someone. Akechi killed Akira with his own hand - a smoking gun with an all too light trigger under his finger.
He wanted more.
He wanted this.
He wants to be
No persona. Doesn't matter. Akechi guards with a vile laugh, streaks of vivid blue crawling up his body - he could summon Robin Hood here. Akira knows. He could summon Loki here. Akira knows.
He doesn't. He makes an attempt to parry Akira's dagger and if successful, makes a downward swipe with his own towards his shoulder - Robin Hood at the cusp of his heart, ready to attack, ready to be summoned, resting on the tip of his tongue.] Don't tell me you made me wait all this time just to swipe at me with a pathetic little knife? Stop screwing around and show me that power you've been graced with. Take this opportunity to show off, Joker.