daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[It's maybe worth noting that he mentioned his "guardians'" house, rather than his "parent's".]

I used to punch them in the damn face! But I can't win against adults...and she can't fight for herself anymore. So I have to argue, it's all I can do.

[Meh. Doesn't change the mama's boy status. Hmmmm, though.]

Not anymore. You don't gotta deal with their shit long as you're here.

It's...everywhere I go. It's because I shouldn't have been born. They say it's her own fault she died, but...it's that piece of shit's fault! It's his fault her life was ruined! They should blame him for me being born, not her!

Boy, you're stubborn no matter the age, huh?

[What a downer... He can't say he doesn't feel bad, but at the same time: wow.

So: mom got fucked over and died, dad's an asshole of unbelievable proportions, orphanages and guardians sucked. Yet he becomes some fancy pants detective "prince"... Staying a hellion would've been way easier, man.]

Wanna go break something?

Hell yes! Is there something I can get away with breaking?

[...oh gosh, it's so tempting to just turn him around to older!Akechi's possessions, but that might get him punched in the face or stabbed with a fork later, so. Instead, Mav leans to pick up his metal bat from next to his bed and slings it over his shoulder.]

Come on, kiddo. Time to introduce you to the Thunderdome, or whatever fucking dumbass name they call it.

[...he knows it's the Mythril Cage, but he also doesn't want to say he's taking this mistreated, angry child to a cage. Doesn't seem wise or kind.]

[He nods. He doesn't have anything he can use as a weapon, but he does crack his knuckles.]

I don't give a shit what it's called, just as long as I can fucking punch something and not get hit for it.

[The plan is to just let Akechi use the bat, but honestly, punching is good, too. There's stuff he can punch without busting up his hands, probably.

He leads Akechi out, locking up behind them, and underground to the weird training arena. He doesn't super know how this works, only dropping in a couple times during his time at the school so far, but it's not that hard to figure out how to get a bunch of random shit set up.]

Alright, kiddo, here's a bat if you want it, go nuts for donuts.

[He's just. Gonna check his phone. Hm, that's a weird message on the network. Great. Akechi's Instagram got any new foodpics to suggest that he's still around?]

[The kid seems tense walking through the halls, as if he's still not sure something bad isn't going to happen. But once he has the bat in his hands, he goes to town with an impressive ferocity for someone who's small even for his young age. The way he's spewing insults and profanities, it's very likely he's imagining the target is someone he hates.

Meanwhile, there actually happens to be a very new foodpic on Akechi's Instagram! It's a photo of him cheerfully eating a crepe and blushing happily, with a caption saying that sweets always perk him up when he's feeling fatigued.]

[There, he's getting his rage out safely. That's healthy. He'll just let the kid have at it for now while he snaps a quick picture and texts it on over to Akechi.

Hi, this is a thing, quit stuffing your face and get back here, princess.]

[He'll probably be at this until he's too tired to lift the bat anymore. He has a lot of pent up anger to get out.

The text, however, gets a response after only a few seconds.]

Keep him there. Don't let anyone else talk to him, especially not anyone he might see as an authority figure.

he'll be pretty fucking occupied for a while

[No worries! He's a great babysitter, when the kid is a horrific rage monster that hates the world.]

didn't know you could time travel. does he?

I can't, my power is completely unrelated to time. This must be someone else.

I also didn't know about magic back then, so explaining this to him is going to be difficult.

who the fuck would want two of you around

[Who would want two of ANYONE around... Well, maybe two Ramonas would be okay. They'd get married and then Mav wouldn't feel guilty about leaving her behind and infringing on her space, both of those at the same time, it's a mess.]

he a bitch about tattoos too or that some dumbass quirk you picked up later on

The only people I can think of certainly wouldn't want the second version of me to be that young.

[And everyone else...why would even want ONE of him around?]

My discomfort with tattoos is cultural. They're almost exclusively gotten by members of organized crime syndicates in Japan. He'll most likely think they mark you as Yakuza if he sees them without explanation.

aaaand would he think that's cool orrrr

He'd be wary, but probably not so much as to flee. The Yakuza are vicious and often involved in violent crime, but they also follow strict codes of honor. I think I knew at that age that it wasn't uncommon for them to refuse to harm children.

gotcha

I can use that to get started on magic shit if you want

If you'd like to try the initial explanation. I'm on my way now, but it would certainly be easier if he already understands the circumstances.

[Instead of answering, he pockets his phone again and pushes himself off the wall to approach the younger Akechi. He doesn't come directly from behind, intending for the boy to see him and hopefully calm down.]

Yo. Time to take a breather before you fucking pass out, your face is going purple. Gotta talk to you anyway.

[It's a smart move, as he tenses at the first glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He lets the bat drop, breathing heavily, then wobbles and falls onto his butt in exhaustion. He was pushing it hard on his stamina.]

Shit...my ribs hurt...

Breathe in through the mouth, out through the nose.

[Should slowly help to heal that stitch. Normally he'd pick the bat up, but since apparently he's going to be a dangerous crime lord now, he thinks better of it.]

We'll get you some water or some shit in a sec, but you remember how I said being a little shit isn't the reason why we're here, right? But there is still a reason.

[He follows the advice, content to stay on the floor for now.]

What is it?

It sounds dumb as fuck, so I'm just gonna show you instead.

[Because "magic is real" and "we're special" are so stupid, especially coming from someone like him. At least lifting his shirt to expose his stomach was mostly just weird... Anyway, say hi to the dead stick figure in a checkerboard field, both of which are going from an inky black that don't match a years-old tattoo to a vibrant mix of blues and yellows.]

[He tenses at seeing the tattoo, but...it doesn't quite look like the Yakuza ink he's seen in movies. Then again, movies exaggerate things, right? And a teenager is more likely to get something non-traditional...

That thought process goes out the window as soon as he sees the tattoo change color. His eyes go wide and he leans forward, blinking a few times to make sure he's seeing things right.]

H-how the fuck did you do that?!

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