Despite wanting to investigate your death further, the call of your missing ash was compelling you to leave the office. Slipping out into the well lit hallway, you're careful to close the door quietly behind you. An eerie silence hung over the building as you walked through it in the dead of night. Akitaru’s body was large and unfamiliar but it knew how to navigate the halls of this old cathedral without making a sound. Without Akitaru’s memories you relied on the instinctive call of the rest of your body to find your way to the armory. In reality it felt more like playing a game of hot or cold but lucky for you it appears that the rest of the company was either asleep or you managed to not run into them as you stumbled your way towards the armory.
Despite it being called an armory it looked more like a locker room, a set of Infernal fighting weapons did line one side of the wall but the majority of the space was taken up by lockers that held the fire force’s protective uniforms. In smaller area leading towards the garage a table, couple of fold out chairs and white board were set up as a debriefing / relaxation area. Random bits and pieces from your room were laid out on the table but what your eyes were immediately drawn towards was the ceramic urn just resting there on the table. You felt the rest of your ashen form grow restless as you approached the urn. You watch as the urn violently starts shaking tipping it self over and off the table. Just as the urn nearly made contact with the ground you managed to reach out a hand and scoop up the vessel without it even getting chipped. Holding the shaking urn in hand you make an audible gulp and braced yourself. Opening the urn and tipping it towards your mouth the ash aerosolize swarming into the body of Akitaru Obi. The bitter notes of ash and smoke quickly leaves your mouth and nose as the rest of your body slip into the blood then tissue of Akitaru Obi.
A rush of energy and awareness comes over you as Akitaru’s body and mind bends towards your will. This form no longer feels too large or misshapen, for the first time since you hijacked this body your breaths are not too shallow. You lay a hand over your heart feeling it beat through your chest but also able to feel it beat through the blood, tissue and bones you’ve managed to worm yourself into. Closing your eyes you feel an epiphany as you start to feel and think like Akitaru. His personality and way of thinking felt almost like a mask that you could put on or take off. Deciding to give it a try you reopen your eyes truly looking at the world from Akitaru's perspective this time.
You stand a lot straighter taking a more commanding posture as you look around the armory. Noting the care Takehisa (glasses guy) had towards carefully organizing and laying out evidence from your crime scene. Feeling a sense of pride at how everyone including the new guys Shinra (devil grin) and Arthur (blonde) kept their lockers neat and tidy. Even smiling at the cute drawings of fire spirits and flowers on the white board Maki (witch hat) and Iris (sister) drew. Wearing Akitaru’s personality wasn't easy however. If you weren't careful you almost felt like you might lose yourself too them. In fact when you finally look down at the urn you still held in your hand you were hit with a tidal wave of guilt, sadness and anger. As his true emotions and feelings crashed into your own with such force you had to abandon the personality. Figuratively ripping the mask off yourself, you catch your breath and try to steady yourself.
Visible sweating and shaking you replace you urn back on the table. Waves of both physical and now emotional exhaustion catching up with you, it's probably best to try to catch a few hours of sleep before dawn. Navigating through now familiar halls you find your way to Akitaru’s room. Stripping out of your work clothes you unceremoniously collapse on to you bed and start snoring.
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