[ Akira speaks it into existence and so it shall be: the Metaverse dims into the open air, inviting a display of rotund clouds, stretches of floral and vegetation. Tree branches sounds above, distressing loose twigs and flower petals into their respective collapse; another great fall entails an unceremonious landing with a forceful slump along the bough, promising light bruising that'll go ignored. Akechi doesn't utter a complaint, still, regardless of his building exasperation, the rude awakening of another "fresh start". One thing's clear, at least: the sky ought to be riddled with concrete, obtrusive buildings reaching for unimaginable heights, but it's broad and clear instead -- an infinite sight. ]

I suppose that's one way to ensure that a prospective ally is telling the truth. [ -- because why would Shadows run amok with a cellular device anyway? Can't even use it to take photos, rely on its convenience of instantaneous contact. Better to acquire a hostage, hold their adversaries accountable for another life than toy with something easily replaced.

The distance is measured between the ground below, where he's positioned; the climb is effortless, albeit somewhat sluggish in performance. But wherever Akira may be, Goro will locate him soon enough; the Metaverse is hardly known to strewn everybody about, after all; always in their usual hoard upon their departure, graced with softer returns, both feet atop something solid and stable, or -- something unfortunate like Akechi's. Either way -- ]

Does any of this look familiar to you? I'm not familiar with this part of the city... If the surrounding area can even be considered as such.

[ Getting right down to business, basically. ]