[ A brief double take, and then a flash of almost fond resignation: Of course Akechi got him a dagger. ]
Yeah, you'll need to wish f– [ Alright! Just busting out the windows to try to get in, huh! God dammit.
There's no time to explain a single thing. Not the fact that Maruki's since figured out the power that Akira has, not that he'll have to work toward regaining it, not that it's yet one more thing they share. There isn't even time to say the word Azathoth before one of the outer walls splinters and crashes under its own weight.
Maruki never gets up close and personal during a fight. If it happens, it means he's already on the back foot. But he moves on instinct, darts through the kitchen to put himself between Akira and the destruction as a deep, jewel-toned aurora that Akira will come to know well wavers in the air around them.
Azathoth appears, as large as it can be when confined indoors, golden chassis filling the room from floor to ceiling and its great, swarming mass of tentacles taking up what little space is left. Maruki doesn't waste time; the building's already a lost cause, so what's a little Raining Seeds on the three Skeksis forcing their way in?
As those bizarre cosmic eyes gather up high to plummet down on them, Maruki does spare a small corner of his mind not focused on the swirling power of primordial chaos to wonder if there is any other reality where Akira would have learned this about him as an ally, not an enemy. Perhaps there are benefits to this horrible, painful arrangement they've found themselves in after all. ]
deep sigh here we GO
Yeah, you'll need to wish f– [ Alright! Just busting out the windows to try to get in, huh! God dammit.
There's no time to explain a single thing. Not the fact that Maruki's since figured out the power that Akira has, not that he'll have to work toward regaining it, not that it's yet one more thing they share. There isn't even time to say the word Azathoth before one of the outer walls splinters and crashes under its own weight.
Maruki never gets up close and personal during a fight. If it happens, it means he's already on the back foot. But he moves on instinct, darts through the kitchen to put himself between Akira and the destruction as a deep, jewel-toned aurora that Akira will come to know well wavers in the air around them.
Azathoth appears, as large as it can be when confined indoors, golden chassis filling the room from floor to ceiling and its great, swarming mass of tentacles taking up what little space is left. Maruki doesn't waste time; the building's already a lost cause, so what's a little Raining Seeds on the three Skeksis forcing their way in?
As those bizarre cosmic eyes gather up high to plummet down on them, Maruki does spare a small corner of his mind not focused on the swirling power of primordial chaos to wonder if there is any other reality where Akira would have learned this about him as an ally, not an enemy. Perhaps there are benefits to this horrible, painful arrangement they've found themselves in after all. ]