[Akira had come dressed down, hoping to just... do anything in this world but stand out. Honestly, he was curious! He'd stopped in to see the Artist's Alley, not really knowing what most of it was, and if he saw anything familiar, he made a beeline out of there. No thanks. He's had his fill of embarassment for like... a year. Not that it wouldn't rear it's head again in time, but now was not when he wanted to deal with it. After that, he had to drop by the Cosplay Contest to check it out. Not really his scene, but he had to admire the dedication!
But soon enough he made it to the ImPort Hall. It seemed like this was going to be the place to be. It was pretty amazing to see some of the imPorts getting showered with gifts and the people who were getting swarmed for pictures. All just for being imPorts, huh?]
People really flock to heroes, don't they?
[He spoke aloud, almost wistfully. It wasn't jealousy, or even missing the feeling himself, but more... tentative hope. He hoped that they wouldn't have to face the downfall that the Phantom Thieves once faced, though he supposed those were special circumstances. Surely, no god-like being would be able to convince this whole country that these many numerous imPorts never even existed.]
Is it really a good idea, though? The way people seem to flock to a group of people just because they have powers?
Guess these people have probably had longer to think about that question than I have.
[He laughed a little at himself then, before finally turning to look at whoever was near enough to have actually heard him, kind of hoping to strike up a conversation.]
[B. Refreshments]
[This wasn't the demonstration area, but somehow Akira had garnered a crowd, and not because of any fantastic powers of his.
He had found out about one of the booths doing a food challenge, but this time it wasn't a burger, but a sundae. Fitting for the hot summer weather! And the prize is a year of free ice cream!
The people gathered round have a mix of reactions to the spectacle of Akira attempting to eat probably about a gallon of ice cream. Some are excited, some are disgusted(this is too much food for any one human, really), and some are skeptical about it, murmuring to each other that he probably has some sort of power to help him do this.
The joke is on them though. He has no power to help him here, AND he is weak to ice.
He is absolutely unable to finish it and throws in the towel soon enough, frowning but managing to keep his composure.]
Ugh. Someone wanna help me finish it, then?
[Since he already gave up... best not to let it go to waste.]
[C. Rave]
[After his last party went... the way it did, Akira isn't looking to try and sneak any alcohol this time. He just wants to hang out and dance a little! In fact, he doesn't even have a drink on him right now, just in case Reggie went around touching things. It could happen! There was a water fountain somewhere, probably.
In the end that didn't matter because he was 17 and had glowsticks and there was loud music on and it was dark with some real neat lights here or there, illuminating the dance floor enough for you to see people around you most of the time, but Akira was jamming and could not be stopped, until he ran into someone, then stopping IMMEDIATELY, his posture going tense.]
Ah! S-sorry! Just... getting a little into it is all! Ha.
[Oh geez. At least him running into someone shouldn't be a huge deal. He wasn't huge or particularly heavy, nor did he have any super strength or anything.]
Never thought I'd see anything like this though! It looks like the kind you see in movies!
[He was going to start dancing a little again then, enough to... hopefully not run into any more people, but he could very well do just that. He was a little active when it cam e to dancing, and he certainly didn't seem to have any shortage of confidence.]
Akira Kurusu | OTA
[Akira had come dressed down, hoping to just... do anything in this world but stand out. Honestly, he was curious! He'd stopped in to see the Artist's Alley, not really knowing what most of it was, and if he saw anything familiar, he made a beeline out of there. No thanks. He's had his fill of embarassment for like... a year. Not that it wouldn't rear it's head again in time, but now was not when he wanted to deal with it. After that, he had to drop by the Cosplay Contest to check it out. Not really his scene, but he had to admire the dedication!
But soon enough he made it to the ImPort Hall. It seemed like this was going to be the place to be. It was pretty amazing to see some of the imPorts getting showered with gifts and the people who were getting swarmed for pictures. All just for being imPorts, huh?]
People really flock to heroes, don't they?
[He spoke aloud, almost wistfully. It wasn't jealousy, or even missing the feeling himself, but more... tentative hope. He hoped that they wouldn't have to face the downfall that the Phantom Thieves once faced, though he supposed those were special circumstances. Surely, no god-like being would be able to convince this whole country that these many numerous imPorts never even existed.]
Is it really a good idea, though? The way people seem to flock to a group of people just because they have powers?
Guess these people have probably had longer to think about that question than I have.
[He laughed a little at himself then, before finally turning to look at whoever was near enough to have actually heard him, kind of hoping to strike up a conversation.]
[B. Refreshments]
[This wasn't the demonstration area, but somehow Akira had garnered a crowd, and not because of any fantastic powers of his.
He had found out about one of the booths doing a food challenge, but this time it wasn't a burger, but a sundae. Fitting for the hot summer weather! And the prize is a year of free ice cream!
The people gathered round have a mix of reactions to the spectacle of Akira attempting to eat probably about a gallon of ice cream. Some are excited, some are disgusted(this is too much food for any one human, really), and some are skeptical about it, murmuring to each other that he probably has some sort of power to help him do this.
The joke is on them though. He has no power to help him here, AND he is weak to ice.
He is absolutely unable to finish it and throws in the towel soon enough, frowning but managing to keep his composure.]
Ugh. Someone wanna help me finish it, then?
[Since he already gave up... best not to let it go to waste.]
[C. Rave]
[After his last party went... the way it did, Akira isn't looking to try and sneak any alcohol this time. He just wants to hang out and dance a little! In fact, he doesn't even have a drink on him right now, just in case Reggie went around touching things. It could happen! There was a water fountain somewhere, probably.
In the end that didn't matter because he was 17 and had glowsticks and there was loud music on and it was dark with some real neat lights here or there, illuminating the dance floor enough for you to see people around you most of the time, but Akira was jamming and could not be stopped, until he ran into someone, then stopping IMMEDIATELY, his posture going tense.]
Ah! S-sorry! Just... getting a little into it is all! Ha.
[Oh geez. At least him running into someone shouldn't be a huge deal. He wasn't huge or particularly heavy, nor did he have any super strength or anything.]
Never thought I'd see anything like this though! It looks like the kind you see in movies!
[He was going to start dancing a little again then, enough to... hopefully not run into any more people, but he could very well do just that. He was a little active when it cam e to dancing, and he certainly didn't seem to have any shortage of confidence.]