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[AND SO, history repeats itself, and the long-awaited reunion of the past murder game's alumni occurs. . .]

[. . . in the library!1]

[Akechi is already there by the time people start filing in, his parchment sitting in his lap, quill tucked between his fingers. he doesn't say anything at first, but PRESUMING at some point he and Natsuo exchanged Historian names with each other and then told the others who was part of this group so they'd all know prior to the meeting, he nods at each one in turn]


I imagine you all have been quite busy these past two weeks?
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[if the paranoia they experienced while separated last week wasn't bad enough, this week's partner effects are. . . well]

[Akechi bolts upright on Tuesday morning, eyes wide and completely and utterly bewildered. he blinks blearily at the wall opposite the bed, before sllllowly turning his gaze on Eichi]

[. . .]

[does he really want to bring up what just happened, or. . .]
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[Ann will find Akechi leaning heavily against the door frame of the kitchen, features pale, fingers curled into the front of his shirt. when he notices her, he looks up, and tries his best to speak between gasps of air]

T. . . Takamaki.

[it's hard to stay pleasant when you're having issues breathing thanks to physical exertion making digitalis poisoning symptoms worse!!]

H-- how are you? Are you all right?
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[WELL THAT WAS FUN!! narrator voice: that was not fun]

[after everything has calmed down from the investigation, Akechi returns to his shared room with Eichi and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. he still seems to be winded from the hedge maze minotaur race, judging by the slump of his shoulders and the way his chest heaves]

[give him a moment to rest, but. he is here! to be bothered!!]
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Sousei-san.

[sometime after the investigation concludes, Akechi is here! still a bit out of breath from his mad dash in the hedge maze]

I'm glad to see you survived the night.

[hilariously, that's actually sincere]
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[by Wednesday, Akechi's scars and bruises have ~mysteriously disappeared~. how strange!! either way, he is seeking Belph out yet again]

[. . .]

[anyway he's dressed in dragon kigurumi, too. don't ask]


It's a bit chilly today, isn't it?
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[it's not difficult to find Akechi later Tuesday evening, after they speak in the kitchen. Akechi is shuffling his way back to his room, arms folded around his elbows, shivering in the drafty castle. he's moving rather quickly, spurred upon by the slight paranoia he feels from being separated from Eichi]

[now's a good time to catch him for another, more private, chat!]
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[it's sometime in the evening that Akechi returns to his shared room with Eichi, the uncomfortable nagging feeling of paranoia and anxiety eating away at his gut like acid. he feels it lessen the closer he gets to said room, the closer he gets to Eichi, and he finds himself picking up the pace to get there all the faster]

[so anyway, Akechi is returning to the room tonight, but as soon as he opens the door, something. . . very off, very different about him becomes obvious]

[he has a series of bright pink scars running down the right side of his face now. hm. hm! oops]


Tenshouin? Are you here?
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[we haven't finished our Sunday PC but fuck it this is Important]

[as Sosuei patrols the halls on Monday night, a familiar voice calls out to him from the shadows of a corner]


You certainly are a night owl, Sousei-san.

[it's Akechi! Sousei you poor soul. but he is keeping his distance and remains tucked underneath said shadows so it's kind of hard to make his figure out in the dim lighting. hm. sketch]
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The red string of fate. . .

[hi, Jae-Ha. it's this guy again!!]

You saw it too, correct?
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[now that the existence of two Ions has come to light, and now that Akechi can kind of tell the difference between them, thanks to their age difference. . . it's time to seek the other Ion out! to ask a very important question]

Excuse me. Can I take a moment of your time? This question may sound strange, but-- have we spoken before?

[JUST. TO MAKE SURE]
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Congratulations on your survival, Sousei-san.

[is that something you really congratulate someone on. . .]

Were you concerned?
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[Akechi doesn't know why he seeks Ion out when everything is said and done. he doesn't have a reason to, right? but nevertheless, his legs move on automatic, until he finds the green-haired pope wherever he may be this evening]

[he pauses, before he pulls up a smile, soft as the rest]


. . . hello, Ion-san.

How are you this evening?
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[hi Hikage!! this evening Akechi can be found making post-trial coffee in the kitchen, if you happen to stumble across him in the process of same]

Oh, Hikage-san. Good evening.

Care for a drink?
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[sometime late evening, long after the day has come to a close, Akechi returns to his shared. . . green. . . room with Eichi. he looks a bit somber, but he does manage to say with artificial cheer]

That was rather exciting, don't you think?
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Sawyer, yes?

[he's too polite to use first names, oops]

It seems that nine hours was enough time after all.
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[AND, AS PROMISED. . .]

You wished to speak about my impressions of this manor and the other captives, yes?
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[well, someone is going to be seeking Cardia out, once the trial comes to an end]

Miss Cardia? May we speak for a moment?
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[sup Rapunzel, Akechi is here to be judged by your chameleon again]

And how are you faring, Rapunzel-san?
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[he isn't really looking for anyone when the hullabaloo surrounding the very first murder calms down, but Akechi is easy to find nevertheless. he's in the kitchen, seated at the counter, with a fresh cup of coffee cradled between gloved fingers. he blows on same, eyes distant]

[COME BOTHER A DETECTIVE]
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