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[ it's been a bit that he's stewed on it, and honestly, Loki isn't very much up for the opinion's of others. this time, there's a nagging little curiosity in him, something that springs something else to life that he thought would be easy to bury when he arrived.

so: ]

All appropriate extended greetings and "good afternoon"s.
Which one of you hail from a universe that has gods?
Not just gods in the literal, very physical sense, but also gods in the mythical one. Please, tell me about it. Indulge my boredom.
I hereby dub it story time.

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And therein lies the conundrum, doesn't it? Are you influencing me from afar, or did I merely resonate with the you that exists between the multiverse? You'll understand when you see Loki, how it is that he could, in fact, be linked to you. Why I'm even taking care to share in the first place.

[A long way to say that he agrees with the possibility. Where does the thread begin or end?]

Perhaps both are true. The universe loves patterns, after all.

[ he makes a little twist with the spoon in his hand, dark nails at the tip of it. after getting to know Akechi after a while, the two of them certainly have ... other similarities. ]

My own past can be mess of crossover and poor narrative.

[Poor narrative. Akechi knows that Loki left that one for him to pick up, so it's easily done.]

Unfortunately, popularity is typically what the lowly masses can easily consume. I would bet that's the reason behind such poor writing. I assure you that I'm not a reflection of that at all.

[Albeit with a horrible, terrible past. At least it's realistic.]

[ Akechi sinks his little claws into it and makes a comment and Loki tilts his head a little bit thoughtfully. ]

I've not questioned it—you don't seem terribly two-dimensional.

[ he scrapes the bottom of his dessert with his spoon. ]

That's where it gets, hm ... well—lazy, I suppose.

Don't tell me that your skin has appeared a touch ... paper-thin? Or would manuscript-thin seem more accurate to your experience?

[He's teasing, of course, but it's the type of teasing that would only suit them.

Lokis (plural, for a reason) talking about narrative with a sense of dark morbidity.

Narratives where they're trapped as little more than characters on a page.]

I'm more of an ereader sort of person.

[ are you making fun of his age, Akechi? really? ]

Truth be told, I'm not terribly older than you. Just think of me as ... you know, your senior.

[ there's some flippancy to it, as if he's jabbing back just a little. ]

That's truly fascinating. But don't worry, that wasn't my claim. The stories in question would be kept on manuscripts to be found and eventually reprinted down the line, would they not?

[It is fascinating that he's both a god and sees himself as a young man.]

Why do you view yourself as being so young? That seems like the type of contradiction that wouldn't be written in a story.

Without the original text, most likely.

[ though he tilts his head over at Akechi at that. curious question—one that Thor had asked once. he was definitely not as old as one would think, especially not given his mentality. ]

And—well—I needed to find a way to escape my own poor narrative. You could say that this was one of the solutions.

And yet, you can't help but bring it up all the same. Sounds like a bundle of contradictions that don't serve any real purpose. It must be irritating to be you. [Perhaps it's cruel to point out that Loki isn't free in any way. Akechi knows what he's saying as he says it, but doesn't bring it to light as directly.]

But then, I guess the same could be said for me. [He'll own that much, too.]

Oh—horribly.

[ there's a little drawl to his voice. those contradictions serve a purpose: laying down the details that he didn't want to divulge, and what he did to crawl his way through the barriers in reincarnation. ]

Kind of like a hard reset.

[ there's a tilt of his head. ]

Feeling the constrictions of your narration?

The only contradiction lies in what other people see in me. [That is absolutely a lie—but it's the kind of lie that Akechi lets himself believe. He's aimless in his rage and hatred toward the world. Better to let that aimlessness sit untouched for the moment.]

I rather enjoy what they don't know or see for themselves.

Even if they fill that gap with their own assumptions?

[ that's something that he's actually quite curious about. Akechi doesn't seem to have a reputation that he's looking to change, so there are some things that are safer, he supposes.

ah, but ]

That's assuming that their false assumptions would begin to matter to me in the first place.

[Spoken, of course, as if they wouldn't matter.

They absolutely do.]

So—are you going to show me?

[ you've got him a little curious now, Akechi. ]

Dessert time is over.

Let's take a walk. [Sitting in a cafe is good for meeting, but not good for back alley memory shares. He stands up, stretching his arms over his head as if he's making a show of himself. (And he is, of course.)

And then he strides out, expecting Loki to follow.

They've already paid, after all.]

[ there's far too many around for Loki to figure that Akechi would be comfortable (though that certainly would be a reckless and bold move on his behalf). Loki follows smoothly, with impressive confidence. ]

Lead the way.

[ no need to hang around, anyway. ]

[Once they find an abandoned alley, Akechi begins to draw off his glove. It's a dramatic and purposeful action. Anyone observing might think that it's to truly duel Loki.

Of course, that's not what he has in mind in the least.]

Come. Let me show you my power.

[ there's a tilt of his head as he watches this display, finger by finger. Loki's hands are ungloved, as he finds means of utilizing the empathy bond as a weapon. this time it's a little different, though he can't say that he isn't curious.

it's quite the stage, though.

there's a mild gesture of his hand, tipped with dark nailed fingers, and he holds it out casually, as if they were to share a handshake. ]

[His hand falls into Loki's loosely enough. While his usual anger is missing, there is a hint of trepidation and uncertainty. He decides to not share much with Loki, despite all that he's seen of him. Instead, what he sees is Akechi diving through Kaneshiro's dungeon, prying away layers to get secrets that he needs. He turns and casts his desperation on a pair of shadows, sending them toward the others in the area. They're unable to think clearly.

Of course, he joins the fray, laughing wildly as he cuts down all the shadows—even the berserked, one by one.

Loki, for what it's worth, will see enough of his multiversal counterpart through this.]

[ Loki is surprisingly confident, even if his inner workings are always a little uncertain: there's always a low-burning anger, but matched with curiosity that he usually doesn't tend to express. he's the master of his own schooled expression and repressed emotions, even when he's sharing with someone else.

though seeing his striped counterpart isn't exactly surprising. there are certain similarities that he can't ignore—even if this version of Loki, of him, is summoned rather than sentient. ]

[And then he draws back his hand.

Akechi begins to pull back on his glove as if he's pulling back on a barrier quite quickly. He's caught up in that, but he does look up at Loki through heavy lids.]

So. What do you think?

[ their fingers slip apart and Loki returns his casually back to his side. there's a moment where he looks over Akechi's expression, and the gesture he uses to pull on his glove again. ]

The horns are a nice touch. [ which is surprisingly sincere. ] That was quite the mess of chaos that you had going for you. So this me of yours is part of you, you said.

[ there was a few odd resemblances, weren't there? ]

My "true self," if you will. [Though Akechi has never had the awakening ceremony with the other Phantom Thieves. It was a piece of his own power delivered to him, complete with the ability to drive creatures in that other world mad.]

I suppose that would mean that I am thou. [A dad joke that Loki won't get, but he makes it just the same.]

[ while Akechi certainly wasn't conceived as one of his physical children, that didn't mean that he wasn't still the same in other senses of the word. Loki, much like most in Odin's family, had a fierce draw to his own. it was one of his rare redeeming qualities. ]

Do you carry that bit of you around with you, no matter where you are?

[ hm. ]

A stripey, horror movie Loki among us.

[Ah. Proof that the joke was lost on him. What a shame.]

I am always me, but that part of me only comes forth if I'm in that other world. Last I heard, it's been ended, and with it my power. You could argue that I'd be powerless here with or without this little inconvenience in my chest.

[A beat.]

Though dreams may be a sufficient stand in for that world. If I had access, that is.

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