OPEN POST 2017

[siberia]

CALL ME OUT PARTY POST


1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit



HOT-N-READY FRESH SIB CHARACTERS!
I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys

    
  korosensei   /   auger   /   krieg  

    
  maou   /   tidus   /   jaffar  

    
  cain   /   ash   /   glottis  

    
  komugi   /   neuro   /   sonic  

    
  fiora   /   lupin   /   chiyuki  

    
  akechi   /   morgana   /   claptrap  


COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS!
I can whip them out if you ask





STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best

Comments

[unwantable]

[ he hates himself a little more for it, but he absolutely does fall through when she opens the door; he catches himself, just barely, with one foot, and that gives him enough leverage to push her away when she tries to catch him. Not that he has much strength left. Now he knows where he is. Of all places, Niijima's house? There are two enemies here waiting for him. There's no way he's getting out of this now.

If he even survives the night, which, honestly, is looking more and more unlikely. ]

Water, [ he croaks. Right now, he doesn't have the energy to make some disparaging comment. Part of him is telling him to simply lay down and die, that there's no way the Phantom Thieves can save him now, but for some reason, he keeps clinging to consciousness. ]

[intothefrei]

[ Makoto continues to stare at him, weighing not her options, but just how to proceed here. He's able to talk (somewhat) and he's conscious enough of his surroundings (she thinks) that she didn't actually have to pull a heroic embrace moment. If she just gets him water, she doubts he's going to be upright long enough to drink it and try to leave, and he's in an alarming enough condition as is.

So much for a quiet night. ]

After you sit down. Can you come in on your own or am I going to have to ignore your stubbornness and help you?

[ Because she will. ]

[unwantable]

Shut up.

[ god, he does not want to be condescended to by Niijima's little sister; apparently, even in this sorry state, he still has some poison left to spit at the Phantom Thieves. In his defense, he doesn't think he's walking away from this situation, either.

Akechi doesn't answer her question - he just staggers past her over the threshold, taking her comments as invitation enough (not that it mattered.) He brushes past her rather brusquely. Or, at least, he makes an attempt; the fallen detective prince stumbles fairly soon after he sets foot into the house, as if his body is realizing it's finally off the streets and inside shelter. Fortunately, he catches himself on one knee instead of faceplanting on the ground, but it still gets a hissed fuck out of him.

He's so dizzy. Better than being a vegetable. He wonders how long it'll be before he descends into that state. ]

[intothefrei]

[ Well. It's good to know that he's not even remotely trying to be a false kind of polite. In a sense, it's almost sort of refreshing, to know that she's dealing with an Akechi who's completely raw.

Even if this is hardly an ideal situation.

She's quiet as she steps away, fetching a glass and filling it with water before she returns and kneels down beside him to hold it out to him, keeping it steady until he can bring himself to take it. ]

Here.

[ Water first. Then maybe she can drag him to the closest couch, but that'll be after she closes the door and regards this fallen troublemaker (maybe an understatement) with an unreadable gaze. ]

[unwantable]

[ For being so out of it, he's awfully quick to snatch the glass of water out of her hands, though he's not coordinated enough to keep from spilling it just a little bit. Logically, he knows that it's not actually going to help him. He shouldn't be able to recover from what happened to him. But his throat feels so dry, and his insides feel sickly hot. Akechi takes a big gulp - too big, apparently, as he's quick to start coughing as soon as he swallows.

It does make him feel better. A little. At the very least, the cold seems to penetrate the fog of his mind somewhat. Immediately, he can tell that there's an enormous headache waiting to come on behind it, but even that is preferable to feeling like a ghost trying desperately to cling to his own body.

He takes a few more swallows, his labored breathing slowly becoming a little bit easier. When he lowers the cup, he doesn't speak to Makoto; he stares at the floor, pointedly, and chews his bottom lip. What is there to say now? She knows everything. He's fucked up in his life more times than he can count, but this is the worst one by far. It's a miracle he's even alive. (Considering what he's done, he might not be for much longer, but he knows better than anyone what getting shot in the Metaverse should do to a person.) ]

[intothefrei]

... You should try to get to the couch. Once you're settled, I'll get the first-aid kit.

[ If she offers, she doubts he's just going to reject her. And if he passes out, she can try to drag him there, but she'd rather it not come to that. No questions are going to get answered until she's made sure he's actually going to survive the next ten minutes or so. And she certainly has more than one question she'd like to ask of him. ]

[unwantable]

[ He doesn't want to listen to her - mostly because he still wants to be a rebellious little shit. He shouldn't listen to her, because they should be enemies right now, and it's absurd that she's giving him water and not shooing him out of her house instead. That's how she is, though, he supposes - that's how all of them are. Too stubborn for their own good. Akechi considers just sitting down right on the floor where he is, but it sounds more pathetic the longer he thinks about it, as difficult as picking himself up and moving further sounds right now.

And it is difficult. It's excruciating. The pain feels dull and far away, save for his throbbing head, and his body seems sluggish, but he pulls himself onto the couch anyway. Still staring at the glass of water for a moment before he can bring himself to stare at his unlikely savior. ]

... I can't understand why you'd -- bother, [ he says, a wince of pain breaking up his strained sentence. ]

[intothefrei]

[ "Because I'm not like you," she doesn't say, although the words are on the tip of her tongue. He's killed so many people, innocents and not, two of them parents of her teammates. He hadn't been there to see Haru's reaction, and maybe he knew what her mother's death had done to Futaba and simply didn't care, only caring of his own goals.

His actions can't be excused. But she also can't overlook the fact that Akechi is also a victim of, as Ryuji so eloquently puts it, "shitty adults". And she'd meant what she said, when she told him she'd considered him a rival, someone to truly test herself against.

Makoto folds her arms over her chest, slowly shaking her head. ]

Because you won't understand what we were trying to tell you if you die. And it's not in my nature to let someone die in front of me.