3rd foggy night ▣ [anonymous text/private message within]

[handshakegreeting]

[Remember that anon who first sent messages shortly after the first of April? Well, guess who's leaving a nice little message on your network?]

I see that there are plenty of new faces, each as confused as the rest when we too arrived. I do hope most of you are well-met? Especially since it has been raining so very often this week. Such a soothing sound, the rainfall...

Though it would seem that a few are not so fond of it? It has me curious if it is simply personal preferences or because the human body is more susceptible to illness...

[...Weird. Nothing even vaguely threatening and a lacking mention of death. But then, that is likely because someone else already brought up that topic this week. For most, it ends there. But for a certain former detective...]

[Heavily encrypted/anonymous to Tohru Adachi.]
I see you arrived last month. Adachi-san, correct?
I would like to speak with you for a moment, if you do not mind.

[...Oh, there's the threatening undertone. Time to check up on her present representative.]

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[raincoats]

[ it's not a word-for-word quote, but it's similar enough - familiar enough - for him to understand almost immediately what she's talking about. he'd said something nearly exactly like that himself. haha, wow... he never even thought that this "mastermind" had shared the same ideology as him. granted, he'd gained that particular wish when he had basically thrown his life away and fancied the idea of everyone else doing the same simply because of how much he disliked a world that operated by society's rules - rules that had screwed him over. so he was really just returning the favor.

he's silent for a moment; he doesn't intend to answer her questions since he figures they're more in a rhetorical sense, anyway - the look on his face is probably louder than his words would be anyway, considering how heavily reminiscent he appears to be.

but he definitely still has a few questions. that's right... since he had lost, he never got to see the end of all of this then, did he? had it even ended? 'had' is a particular keyword for him here, considering she was here now, despite whatever happened - right in front of him. so what about now? ... ]

Did they ever make it to you?

[handshakegreeting]

[Technically she was a neutral party and only wished for what humanity wanted, but details. Close enough, anyway. She smirks faintly at his silence, the expression that was all too clear on his face. Aah, she did indeed strike a nerve. Even if it was a former similarity.

Former, because she finally acknowledged their desire - their right to choose. Though the one before her didn't have many choices left back home now did he?

Though that question... Ha ha, she seems so amused by it.]

They did indeed [All courtesy of yet another little push.]

[raincoats]

[ honestly, he's more than a little impressed - to tell the truth, he never expected those kids to even make it to him, so the fact that they found out about the mastermind was even more amazing. on one side, he found it a little amusing really - wow, that would've been entertaining. he's left wondering who won though, considering izanami had answered his question in the most ambiguous sense possible. on the other side of things, it also kind of irritates him... if only from his much disdained familiarity with that aspect of those kids - they really never know when to give up. not that adachi was ever very confident in his ability to win in the first place, but damn...

he chuckles, although his brow knitting together a bit in mild irritation despite the sneering but just as slight crook of a smile he had begun to exhibit. ]

I guess I should've expected that. [ ... although the questions are still there. did they win? did this mastermind win? and whatever happened to the world that adachi had grown such ressentiment for... ameno-sagiri had ultimately backed off, which left the main question lingering in adachi's head - the question to answer all questions, if you will. ] Oh, but I wanted to ask you something...

[ his posture straightens ever so slightly and he attempts to keep eye-contact this time - as though it were a speech he had recited beforehand... although really, it was just a question he had wanted to ask since she first sent him that encrypted message... ]

Who are you really?