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jurisdick [ dying at the ripe age of seventeen got boring, admittedly.
honestly, it was to be expected, being the bastard son of an influential politician who rarely kept his hands to himself and mowed down anyone in his way. frankly, it was a marvel he had lasted this long, duping the man and honestly thinking that one day he’d get the upper hand, screw over his career and inform him that his daring little son that he left for dead was the one behind it all.
yeah, it was a pipe dream now.
but with that death - assassination, really, not that anyone had their ear to the ground and heard the vibe of the city - came a second chance of sorts. a game. winner took all and winner could return to the real world for one more go.
but winning hadn’t been enough. there was nothing waiting for him there to return to. so he did what only came natural: he outsmarted the god damn composer himself and took over the throne. at least it wasn’t as bloody as his own assassination. at least you can’t actually kill the undead. ... a tad irritating, with their angelic ways and morals, but he digresses.
so that left him with an unruly city, music in his head, and way too much free time. again. it was just as bad not being able to interact with the society he so much disliked. a new kind of hell, really, with the only company being a sassy barista with a goatee that made a Hell of a Coffee and let him just sulk around. ... honestly, akechi’s fairly certain the guy, sakura, isn’t human. but even being composer doesn’t automatically grant you the ability to discern somoene’s personal frequency from afar. no, he’d need to touch him.
... he’s not going to do that.
but he will just pinch the bridge of his nose, still unused to not sleeping, vibe tuned to be in the rg so he can savor some coffee. ]
honestly, it was to be expected, being the bastard son of an influential politician who rarely kept his hands to himself and mowed down anyone in his way. frankly, it was a marvel he had lasted this long, duping the man and honestly thinking that one day he’d get the upper hand, screw over his career and inform him that his daring little son that he left for dead was the one behind it all.
yeah, it was a pipe dream now.
but with that death - assassination, really, not that anyone had their ear to the ground and heard the vibe of the city - came a second chance of sorts. a game. winner took all and winner could return to the real world for one more go.
but winning hadn’t been enough. there was nothing waiting for him there to return to. so he did what only came natural: he outsmarted the god damn composer himself and took over the throne. at least it wasn’t as bloody as his own assassination. at least you can’t actually kill the undead. ... a tad irritating, with their angelic ways and morals, but he digresses.
so that left him with an unruly city, music in his head, and way too much free time. again. it was just as bad not being able to interact with the society he so much disliked. a new kind of hell, really, with the only company being a sassy barista with a goatee that made a Hell of a Coffee and let him just sulk around. ... honestly, akechi’s fairly certain the guy, sakura, isn’t human. but even being composer doesn’t automatically grant you the ability to discern somoene’s personal frequency from afar. no, he’d need to touch him.
... he’s not going to do that.
but he will just pinch the bridge of his nose, still unused to not sleeping, vibe tuned to be in the rg so he can savor some coffee. ]
