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[pitythefool]

"Hey there! You've reached Tohru Adachi of the Inaba Pol - ahaha, sorry. Old habit. I'm unfortunately unavailable to take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If it's an emergency, well... hopefully it's nothing too major. Thanks! Seeya."

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[bladeisme]

[Being picked up like an angry kitten was not what he wanted, nor was it what he expected...but it happens, nonetheless.

Ichigo merely hangs in the air, snarling as Adachi gloats at him, taunting that he was in control of the situation, that he'd always been in control every time they interacted, every casual smile and goofy gesture masking the cruel creature underneath -

The ground is hard, and there's certainly enough force in Magatsu Izanagi's throw to probably kill a normal person. But even with a few broken bones, they merely begin to regenerate as he struggles against the persona's strength, pushing back up against it. He can't feel pain - so being slammed into the ground won't stop him for long.

And even as he fights to get back to his feet, he still bellows out one word - one word, as his eyes blaze with absolute killing intent.]

ADACHIIIIIIIIIIIII!

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[pitythefool]

[The shriek seems to stab right through Adachi. He very nearly finds himself taking a step or two back out of - panic, maybe? No, couldn't be. He's gotten this far, what reason does he have to feel fear now?

Well. Whatever it is, Adachi slowly lets it back out in a breath he hadn't realized he'd held onto. Just a little, at first - ]

...Ha. Haha.

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[pitythefool]

[ - then...]

Ahahahahahahahaha!

[He's back to full-on maniacal laughter. Magatsu-Izanagi tightens its grip as Adachi leers down at him with a wild snarling smile.]

You fucking chump! Didn't you listen to a thing I've said?!

[bladeisme]

[The ground beneath Ichigo begins to crack, hands pressing down so hard with nearly all of his formidable strength, trying to push the persona off so he can tear into Adachi, pull his fucking traitorous heart from his goddamn chest and crush it into a pulp before his eyes before he dies. Kill him kill him kill him KILL HIM-]

SHUT UP!

[The words are akin to a howl, distortion rife in his voice as his eyes flip between red and yellow so fast that the colors are nearly overlaid on top of each other.

He's listened. He's listened over and over, and now he's done listening.]

I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

[pitythefool]

Oh yeah?!

[We'll see what Magatsu-Izanagi has to say about that. Its grotesque claw twitches with electrical energy once, twice, like a chainsaw Adachi's struggling to rev up before one last yank - ]

Get in line!

[ - and then the lightning courses freely into Ichigo.]

[bladeisme]

[There's nothing but pain. Over and over again, both mental and physical. It's been like this ever since he found himself trapped in this accursed place, and now...

it just proved to him yet again that his only purpose here was to suffer.

There is no pain as the lightning rips through his body, but that didn't mean it doesn't take it's toll. His muscles twitch and jerk, the skin blackening and bubbling and then lying flat as his regeneration works on the wounds. But even vampires are susceptible to brain injuries - and all the electricity coursing through his body hits his brain in all the worst ways. His eyes roll up in the back of his head as the attack destroys tissue and wrecks neural pathways, the angry screams that he'd just previously had dying down into hideous near-gurgles.

When the lightning stops, he flops down like a rag doll, face first - unable to get up again, even with his regeneration already kicking in. All he can do is helplessly twitch, raising his head as much as his over flexing neck muscles will allow to blearily stare at the dark red of the detective's soul.]

A...Ada...Ah...

[Nothing's working - his mind, his voice, his body - but somehow, he manages to gather enough energy to mumble that out, to regain that utterly anguished look he'd had before his rage overtook him.]

...A....chi....

[Slowly, jerkily, he reaches out with one of his arms, clawed hand outstretched in a pitiful display. And that, more than anything, is what he truly is in this moment - a pitiful, betrayed being, laid low by the one person he thought was his closest friend. Reaching out one last time, not in anger and hatred....but in pain and sorrow, outstretching his hand and the last fragments of humanity still left in him.]

...Pl...ea...

[pitythefool]

[...Tch. The feral look in Adachi's eyes dulls itself out as he fixes Ichigo with a dissatisfied frown.]

You really should've listened to me, y'know? I mean, I did warn you.

[But in spite of that remark, Magatsu-Izanagi finally relents. The lightning stops and the bloody red specter disappears, leaving nothing between the detective and the wounded vampire. Nothing but the fog, along with something else in the air that hangs even heavier over the both of them.

No real sense in beating a dead horse, is there? No matter how good it seems to make him feel, or how effectively it seems to muffle out the rest of that unpleasant noise.]

Just don't expect me to go so easy on you again. Because next time, I won't hold back. You understand?

[bladeisme]

[...No good. Even that final reach was no good, in the end. He'd placed his trust, his heart, in the hands of a man who crushed it in the end. And that heart - the bond between them, the trust and friendship they'd built up - was now gone, smashed into a thousand bloody pieces.]

...A...hhh.....

[And in the face of all of this - this anguish, this betrayal - he just...doesn't have it in him to remain conscious for any longer.

So he does what should have happened a few seconds ago - he shuts down, falling unconscious as his brain begins to restructure itself from the nasty electric shock he'd gotten.

His arm flops to the ground uselessly as his eyes blank out, lids slipping half shut - looking as if the detective had finally managed to kill him, even if that was impossible.

And at the end, one last, final tear makes its way down his face, landing on the ground below him.]

[pitythefool]

[Oh. Shit. He didn't -

Adachi nearly takes a step forward before cutting himself short. Dumbass. Of course he didn't kill him. It takes more than a bit of magic to kill a vampire, so there's little point in asking.

Magatsu-Izanagi reappears several meters behind him, blade drawn once again. Adachi spares the beast a glance over the shoulder, sees the way it clutches the hilt of its blade so tightly. The way it extends a hand in Adachi's direction, beckoning him forward with a curl of its index finger.

It's time to go.

The detective remains stationary for a moment longer before finally pivoting on his heel to face his Persona, tossing a hand into the air in a half-hearted wave.]

Seeya around.

[He then shoves his hands back into his pockets and marches away from his former so-called "friend." Rigidly, at first. But about ten paces in, Adachi begins to relax, slouching into a more comfortable state of being as Magatsu-Izanagi calls forth a cloud of billowing red mist that envelops them both.

The mist will disappear in time - but by that point, they're already long gone.]