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Seeing Chaos: A Jujutsu Kaisen/WH40K Quest
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First thing's first. You ignore the man drawing his blade; Infinity will catch it. (Does catch it, when he swings.) For all that humanity has changed, from what you have seen, they remain fundamentally the same. That's good and bad: Good, because it means you don't need to learn to understand people all over again. Bad, for… much the same reason.
The curses draw ever closer, and the sorcerer takes another swing at you, before dropping his blade and lashing out with lightning, which gets no closer to you than the blade, though it does look significantly cooler hanging in the air than a single sword did.
You click your tongue, and waggle a finger at him.
"Now, now, I hope you realise none of that is going to work," you say, even as the bulk of your perception remains on the only real threat in the room: the Prison Realm.
Part of you is admittedly tempted to shove it in your pocket for later; surely it might come in handy some day? Surely it would be a shame to destroy such an ancient and venerable—nah. That thing is one of the few things that can actually stop you, and while you doubt it will ever be effective again, after your last experience, you aren't taking any chances.
A well-placed flex of your power, and the thing is crushed. Sure, it's special grade, but so are you, and ultimately, so long as you're not inside the damned thing, you're higher on the food chain.
The sorcerer—who has now thrown half of his knives and shot at you six times—squeaks, and stares at you, goggle-eyed and more than a little scared. This is normal, and expected. (You wish it were less normal and expected, but you've never really been human. Not to most people, and especially not now.)
"What are you?" the man demands, but the increased proximity of the army of curses has become too much to ignore; they might just become an annoyance if allowed to progress further—not to mention the people among them. Are they, or are they not allied with the curses? Only one way to find out.
Luckily, you have several good tactics for dealing with an army of curses, and you open with the old reliable: Domain Expansion, Unlimited Void, for just long enough to stun them all. From there, it'll be an easy matter to dispatch them all, and separate the humans(?) from the… mass of twisted limbs and ichor—or so you would think. In actuality, some of the people(?) you find there are just as twisted as the curses around them. One of them is nothing but a gibbering thing of pure rage and bloodlust, broken teeth and claw-like nails drenched in blood as it (he? she?) lunges for you.
[] Pop it like a zit.
[] Ignore it; it can't touch you.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
That handled, there are still other people, spared Unlimited Void by your quantum-level control: A probable-man in (very cool) power armour shouting about daemons and laying into the stunned curses around him with a giant chainsaw sword and his armoured fist. A sorcerer with a staff like the one you saw broken in the bunker, eyes glowing blue with power, missing a leg but still standing on the remaining one, even as she bleeds out, maintaining a barrier around a group of ordinary-enough looking soldiers (barely holding themselves together as they pick off curses with what looks like laser guns (!!)), another group of ordinary-enough looking soldiers without the protection of a sorcerer, still holding their own since the curses are, you know, stunned...
[] Help the power armour.
[] Help the sorcerer.
[] Help the other soldiers.
[] Ignore them, they're fine. You have curses to deal with.
[] You're Gojo Satoru. You can help them all, and look good doing it.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
The curses draw ever closer, and the sorcerer takes another swing at you, before dropping his blade and lashing out with lightning, which gets no closer to you than the blade, though it does look significantly cooler hanging in the air than a single sword did.
You click your tongue, and waggle a finger at him.
"Now, now, I hope you realise none of that is going to work," you say, even as the bulk of your perception remains on the only real threat in the room: the Prison Realm.
Part of you is admittedly tempted to shove it in your pocket for later; surely it might come in handy some day? Surely it would be a shame to destroy such an ancient and venerable—nah. That thing is one of the few things that can actually stop you, and while you doubt it will ever be effective again, after your last experience, you aren't taking any chances.
A well-placed flex of your power, and the thing is crushed. Sure, it's special grade, but so are you, and ultimately, so long as you're not inside the damned thing, you're higher on the food chain.
The sorcerer—who has now thrown half of his knives and shot at you six times—squeaks, and stares at you, goggle-eyed and more than a little scared. This is normal, and expected. (You wish it were less normal and expected, but you've never really been human. Not to most people, and especially not now.)
"What are you?" the man demands, but the increased proximity of the army of curses has become too much to ignore; they might just become an annoyance if allowed to progress further—not to mention the people among them. Are they, or are they not allied with the curses? Only one way to find out.
Luckily, you have several good tactics for dealing with an army of curses, and you open with the old reliable: Domain Expansion, Unlimited Void, for just long enough to stun them all. From there, it'll be an easy matter to dispatch them all, and separate the humans(?) from the… mass of twisted limbs and ichor—or so you would think. In actuality, some of the people(?) you find there are just as twisted as the curses around them. One of them is nothing but a gibbering thing of pure rage and bloodlust, broken teeth and claw-like nails drenched in blood as it (he? she?) lunges for you.
[] Pop it like a zit.
[] Ignore it; it can't touch you.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
That handled, there are still other people, spared Unlimited Void by your quantum-level control: A probable-man in (very cool) power armour shouting about daemons and laying into the stunned curses around him with a giant chainsaw sword and his armoured fist. A sorcerer with a staff like the one you saw broken in the bunker, eyes glowing blue with power, missing a leg but still standing on the remaining one, even as she bleeds out, maintaining a barrier around a group of ordinary-enough looking soldiers (barely holding themselves together as they pick off curses with what looks like laser guns (!!)), another group of ordinary-enough looking soldiers without the protection of a sorcerer, still holding their own since the curses are, you know, stunned...
[] Help the power armour.
[] Help the sorcerer.
[] Help the other soldiers.
[] Ignore them, they're fine. You have curses to deal with.
[] You're Gojo Satoru. You can help them all, and look good doing it.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
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[X] Pop it like a zit
[X] You're Gojo Satoru. You can help them all, and look good doing it.
[X] You're Gojo Satoru. You can help them all, and look good doing it.
[X] Strange, but still familiar.
[X] Let him draw, and try to strike; it's not like he can reach you.
[X] Chide him like an errant student.
[X] Pocket it; it may come in handy some day.
[X] Something else? (Write in.) (Use Unlimited Void for a brief period of time to stun the curses and then blitz through all of them while saving the people, basically what he did in Shibuya)
[X] Let him draw, and try to strike; it's not like he can reach you.
[X] Chide him like an errant student.
[X] Pocket it; it may come in handy some day.
[X] Something else? (Write in.) (Use Unlimited Void for a brief period of time to stun the curses and then blitz through all of them while saving the people, basically what he did in Shibuya)
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The twisted remnant of a human before you reminds you of nothing so much as the patch-faced curse and its actions. You remember Yuuji's pain more than anything, the pain of killing people, even if they're alredy dead.
You can never remember feeling anything like that yourself. It's a foreign emotion, even if it is on your mind as you pop the slavering once-human creature like an errant pimple. Red stains the ground, and hangs in the air for a moment before you allow gravity to reclaim it, and the blood and bits of bone and flesh join the rest of it.
A dozen others like it meet the same fate, along with the curses they're intermingled with, and ichor mixes with blood in a wash of carnage that really isn't as cathartic as you want it to be, after so long locked away. There's just nothing here that can even get your heart-rate up.
All of this takes you roughly three seconds. You take one more to reassess the battlefield, before rising above it, and… yes. You can, in fact, help all of the little pockets of people struggling with the cursed horde with little more effort than it would take you to help one.
You called cursed energy to your hands, the gestures minimal, though not the most minimal; a little extra output won't hurt anything here, and you have plenty.
…and then you just roll Blue through the horde like a demented katamari, crushing and gathering up everything in its path of distinctly discriminate destruction. First past the sorcerer who's bleeding out; hopefully she has a medic who can help her. (Distantly, you notice that she collapses, but her barrier remains.) Then to the pocket of soldiers, sweeping a circle of destruction around them, eliciting a ragged cheer quickly silenced. You turn path of your technique then to aid the person in power armour, who, upon your rescue simply charges into a more distant, and still unmolested part of the horde.
This all takes you approximately ten seconds.
The thousand-curse horde has been neatly reduced to just a couple hundred, and none that remain are over 3rd-grade. It's easy. It's all just so damned easy.
Not that you wish it were any other way, but maybe it might nice to have something to vent your figurative spleen on, just a little bit.
More importantly, your awareness of the cursed energy of this place has grown, and you realise that this horde of curses is just one small part of a greater whole—and that there are other sorcerers, and likely more ordinary people, desperately fighting for their lives not to be overrun.
Actually, the sheer number of curses you are becoming aware of, as you scan the horizon is...
Well.
You're not sure just where the hell they all came from. This is more curses than you have ever experienced at one time in your life; the amount of human suffering it would take to generate this kind of horde would be monumental.
Fifteen seconds have passed.
The one-legged sorcerer is being tended to; the other group of soldiers is heading toward her group as well.
The man in power armour seems to be having a good time yelling about an Emperor and slicing through the low-level curses still milling about.
Seventeen seconds.
You have a decision to make.
[] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you.
-[] Ask him what the hell is going on.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the one-legged sorcerer and her cadre.
-[] Ask her what the hell is going on.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the man in power armour.
-[] Ask him what the hell is going on.
-[] Help sweep up the curses.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the strongest source of cursed energy you can perceive.
-[] Stealthily; best to gather information first.
-[] Forget stealth, go in ready to exorcise everything in sight.
-[] You can totally be stealthy and ready to clear the field.
-[] Something else? (Write-in.)
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You can never remember feeling anything like that yourself. It's a foreign emotion, even if it is on your mind as you pop the slavering once-human creature like an errant pimple. Red stains the ground, and hangs in the air for a moment before you allow gravity to reclaim it, and the blood and bits of bone and flesh join the rest of it.
A dozen others like it meet the same fate, along with the curses they're intermingled with, and ichor mixes with blood in a wash of carnage that really isn't as cathartic as you want it to be, after so long locked away. There's just nothing here that can even get your heart-rate up.
All of this takes you roughly three seconds. You take one more to reassess the battlefield, before rising above it, and… yes. You can, in fact, help all of the little pockets of people struggling with the cursed horde with little more effort than it would take you to help one.
You called cursed energy to your hands, the gestures minimal, though not the most minimal; a little extra output won't hurt anything here, and you have plenty.
…and then you just roll Blue through the horde like a demented katamari, crushing and gathering up everything in its path of distinctly discriminate destruction. First past the sorcerer who's bleeding out; hopefully she has a medic who can help her. (Distantly, you notice that she collapses, but her barrier remains.) Then to the pocket of soldiers, sweeping a circle of destruction around them, eliciting a ragged cheer quickly silenced. You turn path of your technique then to aid the person in power armour, who, upon your rescue simply charges into a more distant, and still unmolested part of the horde.
This all takes you approximately ten seconds.
The thousand-curse horde has been neatly reduced to just a couple hundred, and none that remain are over 3rd-grade. It's easy. It's all just so damned easy.
Not that you wish it were any other way, but maybe it might nice to have something to vent your figurative spleen on, just a little bit.
More importantly, your awareness of the cursed energy of this place has grown, and you realise that this horde of curses is just one small part of a greater whole—and that there are other sorcerers, and likely more ordinary people, desperately fighting for their lives not to be overrun.
Actually, the sheer number of curses you are becoming aware of, as you scan the horizon is...
Well.
You're not sure just where the hell they all came from. This is more curses than you have ever experienced at one time in your life; the amount of human suffering it would take to generate this kind of horde would be monumental.
Fifteen seconds have passed.
The one-legged sorcerer is being tended to; the other group of soldiers is heading toward her group as well.
The man in power armour seems to be having a good time yelling about an Emperor and slicing through the low-level curses still milling about.
Seventeen seconds.
You have a decision to make.
[] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you.
-[] Ask him what the hell is going on.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the one-legged sorcerer and her cadre.
-[] Ask her what the hell is going on.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the man in power armour.
-[] Ask him what the hell is going on.
-[] Help sweep up the curses.
-[] Something else? (Write in.)
[] Go to the strongest source of cursed energy you can perceive.
-[] Stealthily; best to gather information first.
-[] Forget stealth, go in ready to exorcise everything in sight.
-[] You can totally be stealthy and ready to clear the field.
-[] Something else? (Write-in.)
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[x] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
While I think Gojo is always backhand with gratitude, he does usually give it when someone does something nice for him.
And letting him out does (kind of count?)
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
While I think Gojo is always backhand with gratitude, he does usually give it when someone does something nice for him.
And letting him out does (kind of count?)
[x] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
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[x] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks.
[x] Go back to the sorcerer who freed you
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks
- [x] make an idle comment about how he was lucky it was you in that box, but that kid's really shouldn't open cursed mystery box's… but thanks
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Eighteen seconds.
The people out here actually seem to be handling themselves all right, actually; the one-legged sorcerer is getting medical attention, the various soldiers are doing their soldier-y thing, shooting curses with their laser guns whenever they see one you haven't already splattered, shredded, crushed, or otherwise exorcised. The person in power armour (you think it might once have been green under the thick layer of blood, ichor, and char) still looks like they're having a great time. Good. Excellent.
For a moment, you consider going down to the one-legged sorcerer, and asking her for an explanation; she's on the ground, in the thick of things, surely she knows what's going on? But Shoko's phantom voice intervenes; are you really going to get anything coherent out of a sorcerer who just lost her leg? While she's still maintaining a barrier (tied to her cursed tool, maybe? She has a vice-grip on that staff of hers, and if they were expecting a horde of curses, maybe these people had time to prepare multiple tools of the same variety?)?
Twenty seconds.
There's always the guy who let you out of the Prison Realm--you owe him a thanks, anyway, and you bet he has answers. Men like him usually do. Maybe it's time to go back. The other curses aren't approaching your position yet, so you might never have a better time.
Decision made, you wave to one soldier who happens to look up and notice you, and then teleport back into the room you left the man in, less than one minute ago.
To his credit, he has good reflexes. No sooner than you appear there, and he's shooting again. Of course, nothing even comes close to hitting you, so the man comes in swinging with a set of brass knuckles—cursed items both of them, you can see it, but only third-grade. Meant to enhance the strength and precision of his strikes, if you're reading the energy right, and you are, because you are Gojo Satoru. Wholly ineffective of course, but it might sting if you let the impact land. Maki would have like those.
"You're lucky it was me in that box," you tell him, as he takes another futile swing. He stares at the place his fist hit Infinity as if just looking can give him answers. Who knows, maybe it can; you don't know how his technique works. You doubt it, though, since he has no cursed energy in his eyes, specifically. Not in the way you do; it suffuses his whole body, of course, like any sorcerer, but there's nothing particularly outstanding about it. Just another mid-grade sorcerer, only special in any way because he happened to be the one to open the Prison Realm. "It could have been a nasty special grade curse, and then where would you be? Not that I'm not grateful to be out, because I am, but kids-" the man looks older than you "-really shouldn't play with things they don't understand."
Another swing, the man's hand wreathed thickly in cursed energy. He has, you observe, very good control of its flow. The swing is futile of course. You don't blame him for trying, though. You can never really blame anyone for trying. He's hardly the first person to fling themselves against Infinity, thinking they can break it with sheer force, not realising that it doesn't work that way. It's not some barrier that can be surpassed or overcome through any kind of force. In fact, the things that can overcome it are so few and so circumstantial that you can count them on one hand--and one fewer, as of today.
"What are you?" he asks again, clearly frustrated. He pushes against Infinity, flaring his cursed energy, and straining with the effort. "How are you doing this?"
[] Answer him. (How?)
[] Ignore his questions, and ask yours.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
The people out here actually seem to be handling themselves all right, actually; the one-legged sorcerer is getting medical attention, the various soldiers are doing their soldier-y thing, shooting curses with their laser guns whenever they see one you haven't already splattered, shredded, crushed, or otherwise exorcised. The person in power armour (you think it might once have been green under the thick layer of blood, ichor, and char) still looks like they're having a great time. Good. Excellent.
For a moment, you consider going down to the one-legged sorcerer, and asking her for an explanation; she's on the ground, in the thick of things, surely she knows what's going on? But Shoko's phantom voice intervenes; are you really going to get anything coherent out of a sorcerer who just lost her leg? While she's still maintaining a barrier (tied to her cursed tool, maybe? She has a vice-grip on that staff of hers, and if they were expecting a horde of curses, maybe these people had time to prepare multiple tools of the same variety?)?
Twenty seconds.
There's always the guy who let you out of the Prison Realm--you owe him a thanks, anyway, and you bet he has answers. Men like him usually do. Maybe it's time to go back. The other curses aren't approaching your position yet, so you might never have a better time.
Decision made, you wave to one soldier who happens to look up and notice you, and then teleport back into the room you left the man in, less than one minute ago.
To his credit, he has good reflexes. No sooner than you appear there, and he's shooting again. Of course, nothing even comes close to hitting you, so the man comes in swinging with a set of brass knuckles—cursed items both of them, you can see it, but only third-grade. Meant to enhance the strength and precision of his strikes, if you're reading the energy right, and you are, because you are Gojo Satoru. Wholly ineffective of course, but it might sting if you let the impact land. Maki would have like those.
"You're lucky it was me in that box," you tell him, as he takes another futile swing. He stares at the place his fist hit Infinity as if just looking can give him answers. Who knows, maybe it can; you don't know how his technique works. You doubt it, though, since he has no cursed energy in his eyes, specifically. Not in the way you do; it suffuses his whole body, of course, like any sorcerer, but there's nothing particularly outstanding about it. Just another mid-grade sorcerer, only special in any way because he happened to be the one to open the Prison Realm. "It could have been a nasty special grade curse, and then where would you be? Not that I'm not grateful to be out, because I am, but kids-" the man looks older than you "-really shouldn't play with things they don't understand."
Another swing, the man's hand wreathed thickly in cursed energy. He has, you observe, very good control of its flow. The swing is futile of course. You don't blame him for trying, though. You can never really blame anyone for trying. He's hardly the first person to fling themselves against Infinity, thinking they can break it with sheer force, not realising that it doesn't work that way. It's not some barrier that can be surpassed or overcome through any kind of force. In fact, the things that can overcome it are so few and so circumstantial that you can count them on one hand--and one fewer, as of today.
"What are you?" he asks again, clearly frustrated. He pushes against Infinity, flaring his cursed energy, and straining with the effort. "How are you doing this?"
[] Answer him. (How?)
[] Ignore his questions, and ask yours.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
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[X] Answer him. (How?)
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine
[X] Answer him. (How?)
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
[X] Answer him. (How?)
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
[X] Answer him. (How?)
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
[X] Answer him. (How?)
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?
-[X] For his first question "I'm Gojo Satoru", and for the second question "Have you heard about Achilles and the Tortoise, well it's like that", now what I answered your questions I think it's only fair if you answer some of mine.
--[X] What year is this?
--[X] Where are we right now?