[if Akira hadn't already lost most of his dignity, he miiiight be a bit more embarrassed about the whole. . . running into a wall and breaking his glasses while trying to track down The Lady thing. but! he's capable of rolling with the punches, and doesn't particularly care that he just miiiight've made a bit of a fool of himself]
[but those glasses still need to be fixed. and so, around lunchtime, Akira can be found sitting in the restaurant with a plate of (so far untouched) food and two halves of his glasses. that he's taping together at the nose piece]
Hunter is picking at his own food when he notices Akira. He's aware he should eat but can't say he can muster up much appetite after that news. Really, seeing the other boy is a welcome distraction, though that's not to say there isn't honest concern as he abandons his plate to head over.]
It's not quite a 'you should see the other guy' situation, but... At least you're seeing better days than those glasses are. [He pauses, moving to his point.] You doing alright, though? It looked like it probably stung.
[yeah, who would have an appetite after that? Akira doesn't seem bothered by Hunter's approach at all, and in fact lifts his gaze from his glasses to greet him with a huffed laugh]
They're broken, but still going strong. It isn't time to put them out to pasture yet.
[he says, mouth twitching, although he somehow manages to keep himself from smiling too widely]
I'm all right, though I won't be challenging any walls anytime soon.
[holds up a hand, his fingers crossed, as he nods along sagely with Hunter's words. then he drops his hand back onto the table, reaching for his mug of coffee]
Go ahead. I'm only doing surgery. Nothing important.
Maybe we’ll get to Friday and everyone will still be alive. You never know.
[He doesn’t really sound skeptical or certain of the idea - hopeful would be the closest description of his tone, but it’s a little muted for even that.]
[it's a legitimate question, and Akira. . . well. he had been hesitant to share this with perfect strangers. even now, there's hesitation in the way he studies Hunter, as though gauging his trustworthiness]
[we're in this together, he reminds himself. if I don't trust them at least a little bit, we won't be able to escape]
I have something called a Persona.
[he begins slowly]
It's an ability I had back home, that I can somehow use here, too. It allows me to hold my own in a fight, even against supernatural creatures.
[With the immediate influx of questions that come to mind, the harder part for him is deciding what to ask first. It's clear from his expression that he's incredibly interested, practically leaning forwards in excitement.]
You said it's an ability, but... What is it? Like, what can you do?
It's called the power of Persona. It lets me summon a physical manifestation of my soul to fight for me. I can do everything-- from elemental spells, to physical attacks, to healing, to status effects, to buffs and debuffs.
[That drawn out word, clearly impressed, comes before anything else. After that:]
How long have you been able to do that? Also, how did you get to be able to do it? I'm assuming this isn't a falling into a vat of chemicals kind of situation. But, holy shit, that's so cool!
But... You don't think they're planning for that? I mean, I don't know what they had written about you in the tablet, but it kind of seems to me like they know more about us than they should.
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