before; [ A chill of dread rushes down his spine when he sees his name on the list. Why him? It makes sense that Ruby would be on it after she told the monitors everything, but he made sure he would tell them absolutely nothing of value. He considers his choices here - surrendering peacefully, or escaping.
He realizes the latter isn't an option when he finds the door locked. It's only a matter of time before a monitor will come to arrest him, so he quickly shoves a few paperclips in his pockets; he's read about people using paperclips as lockpicks when proper tools aren't available, and while he isn't good at picking locks he knows how it's done and he'd rather not go completely unprepared. He considers slipping a pocket knife into his pocket as well, but decides against it. It's likely only going to be confiscated.
Then he puts on a pot of coffee and waits for the inevitable. ]
capture; [ Akechi allows the monitors to escort him to his cell without protest, but there's anger simmering in his gaze. He doesn't speak a word, focusing on taking note of his surroundings and committing them to memory.
Once he's in his cell, he sits down on the bed and lets out a sigh, his brows furrowed in a frown. Things are looking rather bad right now, but there has to be a way out of this... ]
telepathy; [ Akechi admittedly isn't fond of telepathy for various reasons, but right now he's grateful it exists. ]
This is Goro Akechi speaking. The monitors brought me to some sort of underground building. Who else is here? Are you unharmed?
no subject
[ A chill of dread rushes down his spine when he sees his name on the list. Why him? It makes sense that Ruby would be on it after she told the monitors everything, but he made sure he would tell them absolutely nothing of value. He considers his choices here - surrendering peacefully, or escaping.
He realizes the latter isn't an option when he finds the door locked. It's only a matter of time before a monitor will come to arrest him, so he quickly shoves a few paperclips in his pockets; he's read about people using paperclips as lockpicks when proper tools aren't available, and while he isn't good at picking locks he knows how it's done and he'd rather not go completely unprepared. He considers slipping a pocket knife into his pocket as well, but decides against it. It's likely only going to be confiscated.
Then he puts on a pot of coffee and waits for the inevitable. ]
capture;
[ Akechi allows the monitors to escort him to his cell without protest, but there's anger simmering in his gaze. He doesn't speak a word, focusing on taking note of his surroundings and committing them to memory.
Once he's in his cell, he sits down on the bed and lets out a sigh, his brows furrowed in a frown. Things are looking rather bad right now, but there has to be a way out of this... ]
telepathy;
[ Akechi admittedly isn't fond of telepathy for various reasons, but right now he's grateful it exists. ]
This is Goro Akechi speaking. The monitors brought me to some sort of underground building. Who else is here? Are you unharmed?