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[ryuji]

[A few days after gravity is restored to the station, Ryuji returns to the mess hall from Haru's garden to find a small robot flipped upside down, panicking through a series of morse beeps and boops, which- okay, that's kind of cool, and quickly figures out that the paneling and suction entrances of the little guy means it's probably meant for filtration and cleaning.

Looks pretty study, looks... waterproof, maybe? He lends a hand to get him right side up and it starts slowly moving forward. Ryuji takes out his communicator and immediately films this as it happens, because, why not?

He posts two videos on the network- the roomba moving down the hall and one, a few hours later in the fitness center as it crawls from the edge, and dives right in.]

Oh shit! Are you supposed to do that?

Whoa, whoa- I don't know how to fix you if you--- WHOA, COOL.




Hey, sup?

Just lettin you guys know the pool looks crystal clear now. All thanks to this little dude.

I figure I should give 'em a name but uh

Everything that comes to mind is kinda lame

Anyway, I think it's good? Anyone wanna give it the first try?

[Complete with file0033.png - a picture of crystal clear water.]

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[ryuji]

[It's honestly just not fair. Akira has him beat in every department, from swimming, to running, and probably even to go as far as to say the mental area, too. Which is so sad. Alexa play the Devilman OST.

Ryuji's fighting for his life, here, having just become an inspirational old worldly philosopher, parting some of the deep knowledge just straight on Akira's head, and here he was, completely defloofed of any composure or semblance of ascetic self control. But he's a dumb blond at best, and soon after, he's paddling his way through the water at Akira.

This is so, so much better than anything else that's been going on in the past few weeks, so he can't be really, truly perturbed by anything other than his now wavy hair encroaching into his eyeballs. Stupid hair. He needs to cut away the blond, but he's so sentimentally attached to it that he doesn't want to go back to being dull. Which is... kind of missing the point. No matter what Ryuji looks like, it's very unlikely that he'll ever fade in the background.

Either way, he's got a plan of counterattack laid out. It's underwater, so the presence of a mask on his face probably won't cause too much a stir, right? He dives below, going down as deep as possible, allowing the skull to be summoned on his face and a small blurbing sound of GOD'S HAND! bubbles upward, the water becomes cloudy as shit due to Seiten-Taisei's oddly aetheric presence, and.

Man, his persona is probably fed up as shit with Ryuji at this point. Or, well, he is the demon monkey trickster god, maybe he kind of likes this stuff? He's never actually had a conversation with him, he's just there when he needs him, and aside from the existential crisis bullshit that comes along with having a persona to begin with, he's not sure how therapy sessions with Sun Wukong would actually go--






Which is neither here nor there, as he propels downward, hits the floor, and shoves off upward. Because it's time to kancho with all the force of a great typhoon. His most divine offensive ability and here he is. Trying to gun his way up a dude's ass.]

[dvmn]

[That is so sad. Alexa, play "Crybaby."

But, hey, Ryuji, some of this might be true, but there are plenty of aspects to living as a human heart in a demon body that aren't exactly swell. Akira's just gotten decently okay at controlling or at the very least handling them, so they aren't particularly evident from the outside. Though some of the impulsiveness that he has, such as what he had displayed just a few moments ago, was definitely when it bled out of whatever containment he imposed upon it.

Akira grins wildly at him as he slowly paddles towards him. He looks remarkably unafraid, unthreatened. Such is another devious side-effect of being a devilman. Go too long without getting your ass sufficiently kicked and you start to under-estimate everyone...

He stays where he is, treading water, when Ryuji dives, still not particularly convinced he'll be able to move him even if he uses all of his strength. But then... there's an odd change in the water, first a sort of reverberation and then a cloudiness of color, one that almost makes Akira think they've been cursed once again and the nastiness of the pool is coming back in full force. He's about to call out for Ryuji to get the hell out of there, which only means he's thoroughly distracted.

Enough so that, when Ryuji rockets upwards with the force of God's Hand out of an aetherial miasma that Akira can't really see through, he has no time to react.

Oh, dear.

He might not have been able to avoid it entirely, but he does twist away from Ryuji with remarkable speed a split second after he impacts (I hate this, Jay), spinning and spluttering and swallowing a whole mouthful of chlorinated water as he does so. A keen eye might notice an odd shift in the tone of his skin, clouding over gray, darker stripes raking over his shoulders and down from his eyes - but, then again, it could just be a trick of the light or his general flailing, because by the time he's treading water once again, he looks normal. Just pressing back down how the demon part of himself had raged against the walls of his more human-looking body after perceiving having been Attacked.]

WHAT THE HELL RYUJI

[He manages it only after he coughs up some more water, his face still locked in a grimace. He looks up to his friend, eyes a little sharper and more devious.] You really wanna escalate like that? You think that's a good idea?

[He will prank you into the ground, dude.

Also, how the fuck were you moving that fast, goddamn, ow.]