open to all; just ren things

[forethinking]

Who: Ren, Akechi, and YOU!!
What: Many, many prompts below.
Where: Heavenly Blanc and others!
When: OOC July - August
Content Warnings: Should there be any Persona 5 Royal spoilers, it will be warned in the top level! There might also be mentions of violence in here and there is an injury being taken care of in one of the prompts.

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The detective and the thief - OPEN 3-WAY-THREAD.

[forethinking]

Whoever enters Heavenly Blanc will come to the sight of two young boys sitting in a booth, staring at each other unwieldingly in the darkness in their philosophical dispute. There's a large book between them - a series of essays that colour their arguments.

Ren is too focused on the conversation that perhaps it gives this newcomer time to approach before he greets them... Not that the lack of light does him any favors.

Or perhaps he can hear you, gently kicking Akechi under the table in a "shut up" pleading before he can stand up, pat his apron and welcome you properly.

Either way, this is an opportunity for those who want to ask these two assholes some questions. Have at them.)

Walking into the Persona 5 cast like 'I've always been here'

[zenryokubatankyu]

[So, another return to Heavenly Blanc. If he remembered correctly, Ren was on shift right now, wasn't he? ...Right. So he could poke him for more opening up purposes! Like the great new big brother he was!

But when he steps in, he soon realizes that he's not alone. Looks like another one of his friends is here! Osomatsu beams as h walks over to the booth, giving a curious look to the book before grinning at the two boys.]

How do you do, fellow kids.

[He immediately proceeds to snicker to himself.]

No, but really, heya, guys. Dark day today, huh?

This is a little depressing. What's goin' on?

[simulatio]

[Well, that's certainly a reference. Akechi might not get it completely, considering that A) he used his social media to keep up with trends only and not memes, and B) he is absolutely the one greeting his fellow kids, at all times, so somehow, he can't help but feel like he's being mocked.

Also he and Ren were engaged in discussing some of the finer points of Rousseau's The Social Contract, so the interruption isn't exactly welcome.]

Your eyes will adjust after a time. It's better than being out in the wind.

[Oso might notice that in deference to said wind, Akechi's pulled his hair back into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck. He's worked hard to keep his hair nice, he doesn't intend to stop now!]

i don't know what will come of this but it's happening

[theforgottenboy]

[The world's decision to recognize darkness can be a hindrance in a number of ways, but if nothing else it makes it easier for him to hide in plain sight in some places, the way he used to. It's just hard for him to see everyone else, too.]

[So he's quiet, nearly silent as he approaches the two, drawn by the sound of an argument between voices he recognizes as his eyes adjust.]

[Not that he's approaching them to interrupt. He's just off to the side, listening.]

[simulatio]

[At least in this case, it's a good-natured argument. Sure, Ren and Akechi are prone to wanting to fight at any given moment, but Akechi at least seems like he's having fun?]

Take the reception of society to figures such as the Thieves, [Akechi is saying, a hint of a grin barely visible in the darkness. He's drawn his hair back into a tiny ponytail in an attempt to keep the wind from absolutely destroying his hair.] Or that wretched man. Do you truly think a society that immediately embraces the next savior is capable of choosing its own government? Rousseau's Social Contract necessarily assumes-

[A beat, then he seems to realize something a few seconds too late, head jerking around.] Cole-san. It's not polite to eavesdrop.

closes eyes

[bachagain]

[ philosphy is, unsurprisingly, not one of leo's specialties... logical back-and-forth arguments take too much time he could put towards music, after all, and he's much more interested in the creative. poetry anthologies and the like, not large blocks of text that make his eyes go cross........

but, hmmm. he's also interested in the sight of people partaking so passionately in things they Enjoy, so! maybe he's a weird stalker for a little bit, composing a little ditty in his notebook (that he's not even sure is fully in the staff) in honor of """Passionate Friendship""" before he finally approaches.

at least he's nice enough to wait until there's a small lull in the conversation. (and at least i'm nice enough to resist the temptation of making leo full face-plant into their booth from walking into it, it crossed my mind.) ]

You guys sure are getting into it! Trying to find the light in the darkness?

[ because it sure is dark. ]

touches the ground

[simulatio]

[It isn't that Akechi is wholly unaware of there being another person there, even if he can't see exactly who it is in the darkness; it would be odd if Heavenly Blanc were completely deserted at all times. It's easy to keep their debate to the theoretical level, instead of using concrete examples of their own experiences that might raise questions from interested outside parties.

But he isn't expecting to actually be approached. He's tied his hair back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck to keep the wind from mussing it too badly, so he doesn't have to do much more than flick his eyes sideways to see who it is. Hm.]

Nothing so poetic. Just a discussion of the finer points of certain philosophical essays.

[blue_eyed_obsession]

[Look- Kaiba had his fill of asinine conversations for the last- 24 hours? Couple of days? a week? It was impossible to keep track of time with the perpetual light and lack of functional electronics. The point being, he wasn't in a hurry to butt in to this philosophical debate. Instead he found a wall to support in case they happened to mention anything worth hearing that they might not otherwise discuss.]

🌸

[forethinking]

("It's all she's got left, so don't make a mess of it", said Cloud not too long ago regarding Heavenly Blanc. Of course, Ren has no intentions of messing with the place, but instead, he has found a way to keep his boredom at bay in the never-ending hours that Tifa is out and the bar is devoid of customers.

He can be found outside, a basket of flowers picked from the forest being replanted in the surroundings of the bar. The wind doesn't seem to bother him much, as most things usually don't, so he's just calmly tending to his garden in progress.

It should look nice when he's done.)

The Day Parsee was re-introduced to the concept of barometric pressure without the concept of gum.

[bridge_princess]

OW! GAH! OW OW OW OW OW! WHAT THE HELL!?!

[There's a shriek from the other side of the building, loud enough that it carries on the light breeze from all the way at the end of the path leading to the bridge off in the distance. It's followed by a lot over very loud, indistinct shouting and cursing that's getting closer.

Eventually, a bedraggled, scowling girl came from around the corner, clutching her ears and growling hard.]

Aspirin! Do you have it! Damnit, I knew my ears were going to pop when whatever demented god remembered that we needed air!

[starshower]

[Tifa had gone down for a rest upstairs in the attic, though no sleep had been achieved, when she had heard the clattering of the windows being rattled by the wind. It's picked up suddenly, and she can't remember a day when there had been any weather besides "moderately comfortable", so that grabs her attention more than anything.

She descends the stairs into an empty bar, and her head tilts. Had Ren gone somewhere out of the blue? It wasn't often that they left the place unattended like this, so she wanders to the door to swing it open and see what the noise is all about outside. The wind immediately hits her, and while it isn't violent by any means (yet), it still blows her hair around enough that she has to press her hands on her head to keep the flyaways down.

That's when she spots him tending to... something, but from where she's positioned, she can't see what it is.]

Ren! You should get back inside before this gets worse...

[abeautifulgame]

[seeing as how the bar is one of the few places Damien can get without too much trouble (not to mention the fact that it seems to be turning into some kind of hub), he's been hanging around a lot. he's planning on hanging around now, too, in part to people watch and in part to just escape the wind, the press of it when it starts up not making it easy for him and his bum leg. he pauses, however, just short of Ren and the door, and studies him for a moment, frowning]

You're that boy Akechi mentioned to me. [a beat] Ren, was it? [it stands to reason, since he seems to be working here and is in Akechi's age range]

🏥 WEAK!

[forethinking]

(Whoever met him recently could have noticed a limp, thanks, Dragon Fish. This time, he's behind the building - bathroom with the door open so he can see exactly what he's doing as he changes the rag that covers the slashes.

It doesn't look too bad, but it surely isn't a nice sight. Ren rolls the bottom hem up, so that should it bleed again, his only pair of pants is safe from further damage. Flicking the excess water from his washed hands, Ren is preparing to return to his rightful place at the bar.

Even his uniform would definitely make for a good spare.)

🍃

[forethinking]

(Whoever is in the bar is met with a strong wind to the face. Ren can't do anything about it, but as it started, he attempted to leave all breakable items organized in the cupboards and he has a tiny heart attack everytime the coffee-making apparatus starts to shake. Those are expensive...

Ren is mid-walk when it hits, reflexes attempting to hold items in place on the table.

Wind, they do not have replacements.)

[koopacrusher]

[Bowser had previously chosen a specific booth as his own. Whenever he was in the Heavenly Blanc, which had turned out to be quite often, Bowser invariably chosen the same booth. At the time the wind began, however, the Koopa had been standing elsewhere.

As the wind becomes stronger, Bowser grabs onto the nearest somewhat stable object, which happens to be the table Ren is trying to keep items on, to keep himself from being moved by the wind. However, he makes more of an effort to protect himself from the wind than what is on the table.]

🃏 for wildcards!

[forethinking]

for blue;

[forethinking]

(After their tree situation, Ren has lost track of Blue. It's concerning - seen how Blue was way to quick to trust the creatures around them without too much thought of whether they're dangerous or not.

He hopes he's ok.

In the meantime, Ren is busying himself with cleaning up Heavenly Blanc - dishes were done and the counter is now being wiped down. He's distracted, that's for sure, and it shows the way he jumps a bit when he hears a newcomer entering the bar.)

Welcome!

(It's a smile and a wave and -- Oh, thank God, he's ok!)

♟️ preparing for game night

[forethinking]

(Boredom fills Ren's mind and it's pretty quick with the slow movement around. What he decides to do to counteract it is to find ways to keep himself occupied. There aren't many things for people to do without the blessing of electricity and the newfound darkness that haunts the place, but should they come outside, at least they can play Shogi.

... Also, it's a great excuse to actually show-off that proficiency stat!

Ren can be found outside, his dagger in hand as he carves and reshapes pieces of wood to put together what could be described as a very mediocre shogi set. Eh, at least it's something?

First time for everything.)

[realway]

[ though she is well aware of heavenly blanc bar, ahsoka doesn't especially come around the building often. of all the places on this strange planet it is easily the most hospitable, and yet it fills her with an anxiety she can't explain. something about a false sense of security perhaps? or that it would be the most common place people would congregate at.

regardless, she tries to check it out when she doesn't think a lot of people are around. ren is quickly spotted as she approaches and she thinks to leave, but the wood he's fiddling with gets her attention. she doesn't announce herself until she's inches from him, very normally. ]

What are you making?

[ tell her, guy she has never met or spoken to before. ]

skids in here finally

[mightdoriya]

[It's so strange, dealing with the perpetual darkness. It seems like the outside is the only real respite from it, which is about as backwards seeming as going outside to get out of the rain. But here Izuku is after spending yet another day trying to take his own mental notes on the state of things, comparing them to what he's learned so far from others...

He almost doesn't notice Ren sitting out here, he's so lost in thought. It takes him a long moment of observing from a respectful distance to recognize what it is.]

Are those...shogi pieces?

PROTAG ENERGY TOO STRONG. (open)

[forethinking]

(Being in Heavenly Blanc meant he was in perpetual darkness for most of his time. His eyes barely react to the shift in lighting when he enters the cave. It's not the greatest place, but having experience being in dark settings with possible danger at every turn and well, places that are less than friendly to navigate, Ren is not too intimidated as he walks.

The biggest issue would be his leg injury, but thankfully, it was around 70% healed. Ren has his knife in hands, having requested Akechi to leave it with him to explore - yet another attempt to find the Phantom Thieves in the environment. He's not giving up anytime soon. It was then he found the cave, just too alluring for his curiosity.

What could be further down the path?)

[simulatio]

[It had taken Akechi far too much energy to put together the sad excuse for a torch he's carrying around. Alcohol-soaked rags wrapped around a tree-branch and a fire started partway through friction and science, mostly through stubborness and spite, had resulted in, well. Honestly, even calling it a torch is being generous. It's hot to the touch, and would almost certainly burn him if he ventured to touch it, but it barely glows at all, doing nothing more than splashing a faint reddish light across his fingers.

Still, he can see, after a fashion, and as he walks, he observes, kicking small rocks into visible trail markers for himself so he can find his way back. It's not unlike entering a Palace for the first time, though this time there doesn't seem to be any hope of a map. At least the torch, makeshift as it is, can serve as a weapon in a pinch.

Speaking of the weapon he and Ren share... his footsteps quicken at the sight of a familiar silhouette of tousled hair up ahead.]

Ren?

Merlaut Apartments

[forethinking]

(Ren took a lot of time, but finally, the place is clean and habitable. He'll miss the attic, but he can make better use for it in the future - a break room for him and Tifa, perhaps? An easy place to gather for information exchanging in the future? Who knows.

He's pleased with the changes, at least. The door now displays a little, poorly drawn (because he's not Yusuke!) symbol, and whoever approaches the open door at this moment will find Ren sporting a different outfit, carefully tending to some of the plants and flowers he picked from the environment to add some life to the setting.)

closed to edgy raccoon

[forethinking]

(It's just recon. Ren has lost count how many times they have meticulously scanned the entirety of the Void - not that it is particularly large to begin with.

Without his coat to conceal and carry the dagger, Baselard rests comfortably in Ren's hands, a spinning of the blade happening on occasion while both him and Akechi find their way to the beach. At first glance, Ren hadn't noticed the new objects that wash up on the shore.

The beach was often too cluttered for his eyes to really stop on something unless he was actively searching - this time being a clear exception when he glances towards the sand. Without a warning, Ren halts to kneel and inspect the maganize that he stepped on. While there are no cohesive words or sentences, it wasn't difficult to recognize it for what it was, with Akechi's face on the cover in his phony stance of Detective Prince.)

Look.

(Thanks for the reminder, Void!)

[simulatio]

Hm?

[Some might call a walk along the beach romantic. Akechi would argue that this is hardly that. They aren't lovers walking hand-in-hand basking in each other's company. For one thing, the sword strapped to his back doesn't really fit a beach-themed mood, and he's honestly started to get annoyed by all the sand in his loafers.

Still, new things were washing up on the beach, apparently, and there could be something useful. So Ren's call brings him closer with an absent curiosity -- curiosity that's quickly replaced with a distainful snort.]

What, would you like me to sign it for you? Toss it back in the ocean with the trash.

[He doesn't need it, but it does piss him off to have something like that show up here.]