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Seeing Chaos: A Jujutsu Kaisen/WH40K Quest
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Alectai
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So, odds that the Cake was some kind of antidote or something to a giga poison or what?
The man was perfectly in control until he found out Gojo ate his god damn cake, and then he flipped out completely, that's not the reaction of someone who had a mild nuisance done to them, but someone who feels like they now have nothing to lose.
The man was perfectly in control until he found out Gojo ate his god damn cake, and then he flipped out completely, that's not the reaction of someone who had a mild nuisance done to them, but someone who feels like they now have nothing to lose.
Hold on there, the wild reaction to the loss of his Cake might not be proof of guilt, for I can think of a single logical explanation for this........
This man is clearly the distant descendant of Megumi! It all adds up, like ancestor like descendant this governor is pulling his own equivalent of summoning Mahoraga!!!! Which makes him a potential Jujutsu Sorcerer!!!!
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Everything happens at once.
Your hand is a vise around the governor's wrist before he has a chance to more than begin the motion for whatever he wanted to do.
Carrigen raises his gun, but actually visibly stops himself from firing; his reactions are definitely better than a non-sorcerer's, and even most sorcerers you've known. Which is pretty impressive, actually, considering some of the people you know. Knew. (Fuck.)
At exactly the same time, Elias finishes the preparation for his technique, and you can see the cursed energy like a web, snapping out and sinking into the governer's skin, a lacework tracery that covers all of his nerves and makes him stiffen in your grasp. You can see that although the technique is only currently affecting his musculoskeletal structure, it would be child's play for the holder--Elias--to activate the parts that cover his organs, including his heart.
This, you realise, is a technique created not for use on cursed spirits (daemons) but on fellow humans--sorcerers and civilians alike. It's a chilling look at the way things have changed over the vast gulf of time. You can't help but wonder just what drove the development, the creation of such a thing in the first place, even if it is very convenient right now.
"I don't think so," you say softly, looking down at him, your hand still firm around his wrist for a moment. His eyes are free to move in their sockets, even if he can't blink, and he rolls them around to look at you, to Elias, who is regarding him utterly impassively, to Captain Carrigen's rock-steady gun hand, and the man's equally impassive stare (not that anyone but you can see it, but that's not the point).
"Captain Carrigen, please ensure that we are not interrupted," Elias says. "Use your own best judgement with regards to anyone who tries."
"Inquisitor," Carrigen acknowledges, and puts up his gun. "I will be directing my brothers to secure the fortress."
"Good," Elias affirms, nodding. "Keep me informed of the proceedings." Carrigen nods, and exits the office, every step sounding like impending doom. It's a neat trick.
"He's good at that," you observe off-handedly. "Don't you think, governor?" The governor makes a low gurgling noise, and glares at you through unblinking eyes.
"He will not be able to answer," Elias says. "Not out loud."
"I can see that," you say. You wonder if he realises just how literally you mean that. "Isn't that kind of the opposite of the point? We do want to find out what he knows." You feel his pulse speed up under your fingers; he really doesn't want you to know what he knows. You idly drum your fingers on his wrist, and he manages another strangled sound.
Elias crosses the room, bootheels clicking on the stone floor.
"That is true. We do need to learn what he knows. But I doubt that he is ready to tell us. Are you, governor? I still see defiance in your eyes. We cannot be having any of that, not if you are to give us a thorough accounting of your actions. And a list of any other conspirators; consorting with Chaos is a very serious crime, governor. Unleashing it on your own planet, even more so."
The governor's heartbeat and breathing are both very fast, faster than is remotely healthy; his face is turning red, and he isn't even trembling. Elias' paralysis is very thorough. Very exacting. Very impressive, if you're honest, but you won't be saying anything out loud. At least not in front of the governor.
You poke the governor's cheek, and watch in fascination as the lattice of cursed energy now laced through it shifts and reacts to Infinity, bending around it in a way very like a rubber sheet. The equations start running through your head, and you section them off to keep them from distracting you; you can go back to them when you're done here. You poke him again, and again, marvelling at the flexibility and durability of Elias' technique.
"Still playing the 'annoying cop', Gojo?" Elias asks dryly.
"It's my specialty," you reply with a cheerful grin. Actually your specialty is literally anything you want it to be; you're just that disgustingly, boringly good at everything. You drum your fingers on the governor's wrist; Elias quirks an eyebrow at you, and you speed up your drumming to match the pace of his pulse. A glint of satisfaction shows in Elias' eyes.
You poke the governor again, this time in the side of his throat.
"C'mon, Elias, let the man talk. Who knows? You could be wrong. Could be, he's ready to tell us all about his bad, naughty deeds. What do you say, governor? You ready to come clean before your inevitable execution?" You pause a moment, and look to Elias, and ask, "We do still execute people for this kind of thing, right?"
"Of course," Elias replies. "And his execution is inevitable--though if he talks, perhaps we can skip any unpleasantness beforehand."
"Oh, you mean the cold-blooded torture part of the interrogation? Boring," you opine. Besides, you know that torture doesn't actually work to produce any good results. "I don't think our friend here would like that, would you?" You poke the governor again. The governer rolls his eyes up at you again, angry and defiant. You almost kind of feel a little bit bad for him. Not really, but kind of a little.
Actually it's more like you feel like you should feel bad for him. You don't, any more than you would for the average asshole curse user--not that he's even that. If anything, he's more like those pathetic fucks in the Star Religious Group, or even one of Suguru's brainwashed cult members.
If one of them was the ruler of an entire planet, anyway.
"His opinion is of little matter," Elias points out. You poke the governer again. And again for good measure. Really, the rage in his eyes is all out of proportion with what you've said and done so far. Even the paralysis isn't that bad. You poke him again. And deep inside him, you see... something. A shift of cursed energy, a foreign object inside the man, something you recognise as such thanks to both your prodigious powers of observation... and your experience with Itadori Yuuji.
It shifts again, rising closer to the surface.
[] Cover the governor's ears and inform Elias of what you can see.
[] Inform Elias, and let the governor hear it all, just to see what happens.
[] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
[] Keep your pocket seals; there's parchment and ink here, and a quill can't be that hard to use to draw up something new on the spot.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
Your hand is a vise around the governor's wrist before he has a chance to more than begin the motion for whatever he wanted to do.
Carrigen raises his gun, but actually visibly stops himself from firing; his reactions are definitely better than a non-sorcerer's, and even most sorcerers you've known. Which is pretty impressive, actually, considering some of the people you know. Knew. (Fuck.)
At exactly the same time, Elias finishes the preparation for his technique, and you can see the cursed energy like a web, snapping out and sinking into the governer's skin, a lacework tracery that covers all of his nerves and makes him stiffen in your grasp. You can see that although the technique is only currently affecting his musculoskeletal structure, it would be child's play for the holder--Elias--to activate the parts that cover his organs, including his heart.
This, you realise, is a technique created not for use on cursed spirits (daemons) but on fellow humans--sorcerers and civilians alike. It's a chilling look at the way things have changed over the vast gulf of time. You can't help but wonder just what drove the development, the creation of such a thing in the first place, even if it is very convenient right now.
"I don't think so," you say softly, looking down at him, your hand still firm around his wrist for a moment. His eyes are free to move in their sockets, even if he can't blink, and he rolls them around to look at you, to Elias, who is regarding him utterly impassively, to Captain Carrigen's rock-steady gun hand, and the man's equally impassive stare (not that anyone but you can see it, but that's not the point).
"Captain Carrigen, please ensure that we are not interrupted," Elias says. "Use your own best judgement with regards to anyone who tries."
"Inquisitor," Carrigen acknowledges, and puts up his gun. "I will be directing my brothers to secure the fortress."
"Good," Elias affirms, nodding. "Keep me informed of the proceedings." Carrigen nods, and exits the office, every step sounding like impending doom. It's a neat trick.
"He's good at that," you observe off-handedly. "Don't you think, governor?" The governor makes a low gurgling noise, and glares at you through unblinking eyes.
"He will not be able to answer," Elias says. "Not out loud."
"I can see that," you say. You wonder if he realises just how literally you mean that. "Isn't that kind of the opposite of the point? We do want to find out what he knows." You feel his pulse speed up under your fingers; he really doesn't want you to know what he knows. You idly drum your fingers on his wrist, and he manages another strangled sound.
Elias crosses the room, bootheels clicking on the stone floor.
"That is true. We do need to learn what he knows. But I doubt that he is ready to tell us. Are you, governor? I still see defiance in your eyes. We cannot be having any of that, not if you are to give us a thorough accounting of your actions. And a list of any other conspirators; consorting with Chaos is a very serious crime, governor. Unleashing it on your own planet, even more so."
The governor's heartbeat and breathing are both very fast, faster than is remotely healthy; his face is turning red, and he isn't even trembling. Elias' paralysis is very thorough. Very exacting. Very impressive, if you're honest, but you won't be saying anything out loud. At least not in front of the governor.
You poke the governor's cheek, and watch in fascination as the lattice of cursed energy now laced through it shifts and reacts to Infinity, bending around it in a way very like a rubber sheet. The equations start running through your head, and you section them off to keep them from distracting you; you can go back to them when you're done here. You poke him again, and again, marvelling at the flexibility and durability of Elias' technique.
"Still playing the 'annoying cop', Gojo?" Elias asks dryly.
"It's my specialty," you reply with a cheerful grin. Actually your specialty is literally anything you want it to be; you're just that disgustingly, boringly good at everything. You drum your fingers on the governor's wrist; Elias quirks an eyebrow at you, and you speed up your drumming to match the pace of his pulse. A glint of satisfaction shows in Elias' eyes.
You poke the governor again, this time in the side of his throat.
"C'mon, Elias, let the man talk. Who knows? You could be wrong. Could be, he's ready to tell us all about his bad, naughty deeds. What do you say, governor? You ready to come clean before your inevitable execution?" You pause a moment, and look to Elias, and ask, "We do still execute people for this kind of thing, right?"
"Of course," Elias replies. "And his execution is inevitable--though if he talks, perhaps we can skip any unpleasantness beforehand."
"Oh, you mean the cold-blooded torture part of the interrogation? Boring," you opine. Besides, you know that torture doesn't actually work to produce any good results. "I don't think our friend here would like that, would you?" You poke the governor again. The governer rolls his eyes up at you again, angry and defiant. You almost kind of feel a little bit bad for him. Not really, but kind of a little.
Actually it's more like you feel like you should feel bad for him. You don't, any more than you would for the average asshole curse user--not that he's even that. If anything, he's more like those pathetic fucks in the Star Religious Group, or even one of Suguru's brainwashed cult members.
If one of them was the ruler of an entire planet, anyway.
"His opinion is of little matter," Elias points out. You poke the governer again. And again for good measure. Really, the rage in his eyes is all out of proportion with what you've said and done so far. Even the paralysis isn't that bad. You poke him again. And deep inside him, you see... something. A shift of cursed energy, a foreign object inside the man, something you recognise as such thanks to both your prodigious powers of observation... and your experience with Itadori Yuuji.
It shifts again, rising closer to the surface.
[] Cover the governor's ears and inform Elias of what you can see.
[] Inform Elias, and let the governor hear it all, just to see what happens.
[] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
[] Keep your pocket seals; there's parchment and ink here, and a quill can't be that hard to use to draw up something new on the spot.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
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[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
[X] the inside of the body is much like an innate domain, if you can strenghten or layer another barrier on top of it, to can keep whatever is in there trapped. If it's a cursed spirit, much like a perfect vessel you can later inflict true death to whatever is in there later by killing the governor.
I dont think anything in the quest (or canon) would point to this as how the mechanics of innate domains work
Gojo's bullshit, but lets not make up bullshit.
[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
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The man is indeed 100% free-range organic bullshit, grown artisanlly in the air and soil of ancient Terra.
[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
[X] Cover the governor's ears and inform Elias of what you can see.
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Could we just rip it out of him?
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I might be wrong but IIRC kenjaku was able to use his own body as a barrier due to the body's nature of having an innate domain with its own barrier to pull off the lapse max output of the anti-gravity innate curse technique
If gojo can place another barrier on top of the barrier of the innate domain (does quest gojo have the ability to see the shape of the soul?), we might be able to contain whatever is happening inside of the body and preventing it from affecting anything outside
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He knows the shape of his own soul, thanks to spending 38k years navel gazing.
Okay so he can only see the hazy outline of others souls, but can still interact with other souls, if at a limited manner . . .
Why not
[X] Yuuji finger poke, go to sleep
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[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
I kind of wanted to try new seals but eh, I guess experimenting while working on a case IS a bad idea
I kind of wanted to try new seals but eh, I guess experimenting while working on a case IS a bad idea
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[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
We have a pocket of seals, time to use them before they burn in some expected accident or we forget them.
We have a pocket of seals, time to use them before they burn in some expected accident or we forget them.
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[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
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[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
[X] You have a pocket full of seals. Time to use them. Lock down whatever is inside the governor, and see if the man himself is more amenable to conversation afterwards.
Also I would suggest explaining to Elias what we are doing and why, he should probably be informed the governor is either possessed (by what is likely a lesser demon or spirit since he hasn't tried any Deamonhost bullshit yet.) Or under some other power like a rouge pycher or sorcerer.
Also I would suggest explaining to Elias what we are doing and why, he should probably be informed the governor is either possessed (by what is likely a lesser demon or spirit since he hasn't tried any Deamonhost bullshit yet.) Or under some other power like a rouge pycher or sorcerer.