Akira was not the only one stuck between the horrified realization of what he was about to do, and the twisted interest in seeing what would happen. Well, it didn't help that he has to wipe his mouth briefly at the thought of it, the blood smelling sweeter by the second.
In the end, it isn't a conscious decision of his own, but rather the roots that now made up his feet separating into hundreds, violently beginning to squirm as Akechi is unable to move his feet or step away. With a mind of their own, they slam into the ground with brutal force, and growing in length until the other creature is covered in roots and vines. If anything, at least, it serves to shield the both of them from what is about to happen.
It was like drinking from a straw, but as if hundreds of straws came from everywhere at once, as the nutrients are passed from the roots into Akechi's body. He wasn't eating, but he could taste everything. Somehow it was like the sweetest nectar even imaginable - every meal before that seemed to pale in comparison to this one, and the energy in return a power far greater than even his Personae. The greenish tint on his body, which had been barely visible now a far darker green that it was hard to miss in the moonlight.
"This is..."
Thorns erupted from the vines behind him as claws sprung from his hands and the plant over his heart grew in size, the center becoming a vivid red splashed against the black. Finally, a pair of horns barely above his eyes erupt in a splash of blood - which also seems to be green now, and rise into the night sky in pattern of black and white bark that seems to match his old Persona.
"Oh, I can definitely get used to this! This is...true power!" The voice is unhinged, exactly like when he caused himself to go psychotic. Truth be told he was having a power orgasm and the horns are like his peni- probably okay no I'm sorry.
It's over in a matter of seconds but it felt like hours. When the roots retreat back into his feet, which now seem to favor a pattern more like hooves, there isn't all that much left to look at, just piles dirt. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. Exactly how nature would do on a much slower scale.
Well, nearly everything.
The legs of the individual are still there, missing the feet, but protruding the thigh bones, looking more like two oversized turkey legs, still perfectly intact. True, he could have eaten it all, but even during the unseen carnage and feeding, part of him is fueled by a twisted desire not to be the only one to take the plunge tonight. Or maybe he's in a good mood enough to share - with Akechi it was always hard to know.
"I left these for you. A thank you for the successful hunt."
He is, of course, stating the obvious, but also purposefully pushing Akira into that void. Maybe with Ren he'd have been a little more careful, but Akira is different, isn't he? He's not completely perfect. Maybe he'd accept it faster than later.
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In the end, it isn't a conscious decision of his own, but rather the roots that now made up his feet separating into hundreds, violently beginning to squirm as Akechi is unable to move his feet or step away. With a mind of their own, they slam into the ground with brutal force, and growing in length until the other creature is covered in roots and vines. If anything, at least, it serves to shield the both of them from what is about to happen.
It was like drinking from a straw, but as if hundreds of straws came from everywhere at once, as the nutrients are passed from the roots into Akechi's body. He wasn't eating, but he could taste everything. Somehow it was like the sweetest nectar even imaginable - every meal before that seemed to pale in comparison to this one, and the energy in return a power far greater than even his Personae. The greenish tint on his body, which had been barely visible now a far darker green that it was hard to miss in the moonlight.
"This is..."
Thorns erupted from the vines behind him as claws sprung from his hands and the plant over his heart grew in size, the center becoming a vivid red splashed against the black. Finally, a pair of horns barely above his eyes erupt in a splash of blood - which also seems to be green now, and rise into the night sky in pattern of black and white bark that seems to match his old Persona.
"Oh, I can definitely get used to this! This is...true power!" The voice is unhinged, exactly like when he caused himself to go psychotic.
Truth be told he was having a power orgasm and the horns are like his peni- probably okay no I'm sorry.It's over in a matter of seconds but it felt like hours. When the roots retreat back into his feet, which now seem to favor a pattern more like hooves, there isn't all that much left to look at, just piles dirt. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. Exactly how nature would do on a much slower scale.
Well, nearly everything.
The legs of the individual are still there, missing the feet, but protruding the thigh bones, looking more like two oversized turkey legs, still perfectly intact. True, he could have eaten it all, but even during the unseen carnage and feeding, part of him is fueled by a twisted desire not to be the only one to take the plunge tonight. Or maybe he's in a good mood enough to share - with Akechi it was always hard to know.
"I left these for you. A thank you for the successful hunt."
He is, of course, stating the obvious, but also purposefully pushing Akira into that void. Maybe with Ren he'd have been a little more careful, but Akira is different, isn't he? He's not completely perfect. Maybe he'd accept it faster than later.