(open) tripping over skeletons along the way

[stealhearted]

Who: akira kurusu & you!
What: eating chocolates, becoming catboys, making bad life decisions.
When: throughout the month
Where: here and there and everywhere and also akechi's house.

Content Warnings: none yet, will update as needed.



[ a; these are just a couple of my cravings ]

[ Akira is standing there holding a piece of chocolate. This is not unusual, but he's just standing there looking at the chocolate with a completely confused look on his face, looking around periodically like he's expecting it to be revealed that he's on a prank show or something.

But nothing is happening. The chocolate sure looks tasty, but he's a little hesitant, so he addresses the nearest person: ]

... hey, wanna split this with me?

[ You know, in case it's cursed, because that makes sense. ]

[ b; but i got cat class and i got cat style ]

[ Have you ever seen a cat? Great! Have you ever seen a man? Even better! Have you ever seen a catman?

Akira hadn't, actually, until he looked in the mirror not long after eating a cursed chocolate (he'd known it was going to bite him in the ass somehow) and had found himself with some distinctly feline characteristics. Two tufted black furry ears, a furry tail, some pointier teeth and nails than he's used to. The works. He's glad Morgana isn't here to see him, but--

Well, it could be worse, right? Which is exactly what he thinks, up until he's walking down one of the streets and then stops dead, pupils dilating as he tracks the descent of a small bug of some kind. His tail lashes. He crouches.

He grabs the bug on the first attempt, and -- Akira don't eat it! ]

[ totally open log, have at! if you'd like to plot a chocolate effect, you can PM this journal or (perhaps more reliably given DW) hit me up on discord@ yukimarimo#2784. i'm happy to throw up personalized starts if anyone needs! ]

Comments

a

[entreats]

[ There are probably who would gratefully take any chocolate. Ever. And there are some who would happily accept some during this month in particular.

Apparently Ange belongs to neither of the categories, since she just looks at Akira like he's suddenly gone mad, raising a single eyebrow of Doom. (And Judgement.) ]

Are you trying to poison me?

[ T-Thanks, Ange, as friendly as ever... ]

[stealhearted]

No! [ It's a hasty response, because Akira holds food pretty high on the scale of things that shouldn't be tampered with, so he, himself, as a person, would never try to poison someone with food, but--

an elder horror kinda dude gave him the chocolate, so actually: ]

But someone gave me this and I feel really compelled to share it. [ Which, weird compulsions are bad in their own right, but also, he cannot shake it. He must share the chocolate. ]

[entreats]

That sounds suspicious.

[ To say the least. At least she doesn't sound annoyed as much as she just sounds like she's using the most dry and deadpan ton possible in the entire world as she's saying it..

Because she's pretty sure anyone would find that statement suspicious. ]

It kind of sounds like you got roped into a supernatural pyramid scheme. [ Involving chocolate. ] I mean, would you usally have gone around sharing it like this?

[stealhearted]

Well. Maybe. [ It's really hard to say. 50/50 on the best of days. Akira can't say he isn't extraordinarily reckless, even though it usually doesn't involve other people... Too much. ]

It just feels like it's really good and I'm compelled to share it. Like being brainwashed?

But with chocolate. [ Akira, maybe... maybe don't so casually mention being brainwashed like it's a totally normal thing that people experience all the time. ]

[entreats]

[ Clearly normal. Who doesn't get brainwashed every other Tuesday or so..

Though thankfully being way too casual about something like this is definitely something Ange can take in stride. Especially if he's truly been brainwashed, because then it only makes sense that the guy wouldn't really think that it was all that much of a strange thing in the first place. As part of the brainwashing.

And despite the fact that Ange is definitely more concerned than she's letting on to, she sounds casual enough as well when she speaks up, her expression pretty much a pokerface. ]

Don't share it then. [ AS IF IT'S THAT EASY.. ] You'll just get other people to fall under whatever spell it's cast on you.

[ Ange glances down at the chocolate, and then over at him. ]

Do you need me to chuck it into the ocean for you or something?

[stealhearted]

Noooo. [ He sounds a little childish, taking the chocolate back. He looks at it sadly. This chocolate is probably incredibly cursed, but it looks so good-- ]

If I don't eat it I feel like I'm going to regret it. [ He sounds very resigned about this. He does have a history of pining after things, just... not usually chocolate. ]

It probably won't kill me.

[entreats]

Probably. [ She repeats the word back to him.

It's a warning. Or maybe just an attempt to remind him of what he's really saying here. This isn't about it probably going to rain outside or anything like that - this is his life on the line! ]

What are you going to do if you do eat it and just drop dead? You're going to worry people, you know.

[stealhearted]

...y'think that'd happen? [ Akira looks dubious. Not at the chocolate. Oh no. He looks dubious at the claim that such a tasty chocolate could be capable of savage murder. ]

I like being alive. I don't actually even like chocolate that much. [ But it looks so good. He has yet to throw it away. He has also yet to eat it, so there's that going. ]

[entreats]

[ The evidence that Akira has, indeed, been brainwashed by this piece of chocolate sure is mounting up right here, isn't it.

Though that's not even necessarily the important thing here in Ange's opinion. What's so much more important is finding a way to snap him out of it - and that's way harder than figuring out whether there's something wrong here in the first place. ]

Yeah. I definitely think that's possible.

[ For now saying this feels like the most important thing right now. Maybe she can make his brain snap himself out of it if she just provides it with an adequate sense of danger? ]

I mean, people here have died over less than some poisoned chocolate. And giving people food that might kill them is just about one of the oldest cliches in the book. [ The.. book.. of weird, deathly places? Who knows what kind of book. ]