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[X] Investigate the daemons further.
Seeing Chaos: A Jujutsu Kaisen/WH40K Quest
- Thread starter Azremodehar
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[x] Deal with the daemons
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[X] Investigate the daemons further.
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For now, this is as good a chance as any for you to get a closer look at this new breed of curses. Because they are curses, you can see them and sense them as such, but there is also something distinctly different about them, when compared to the curses you know so well.
They all share a broadly humanoid frame, with horns and gnashing fangs in an animalistic face. From what you can see, they range around third-grade and second-grade, with one or two bordering on semi-first-grade, but not quite there.
There's a second type too, less numerous, but vaguely canoid in shape, though they have the same resemblance to dogs as the other curses have to people.
The psyker shouts a protest as you stick your hand out of the veil, as if to pet one of the 'dogs'. It immediately tries to take your hand off, and just as immediately, its jaws get caught on Infinity. It makes a noise equally confused and angry, and then you expand the area of Infinity, and pop its head in the process.
It takes very little effort.
One of the humanoid curses swings its jagged sword at your hand then, and likewise gets stopped, but it has the intelligence to draw back, and try a different angle--and then another one, and another, slashing in a rapid, enraged frenzy, even as its fellows apply that same enthusiasm to the veil.
None of them get any further than they already have, flailing fruitlessly against the barrier you have created. You can see the staes of the other people around you, but you largely ignore them--except for Elias, who is cautiously coming to join you. He had looked short next to the power-armoured space marine, but you feel a tiny little irk when he stands next to you again, centimetres taller.
"Gojo," he says slowly, the way you might talk to someone who's crazy. "What are you doing?"
(In his defence, you are a jujutsu sorcerer, and thus crazy by default.)
"Investigating," you inform him. "These daemons are different from the curses I'm used to." You tilt your head at one of the creatures leaning its entire being into the barrier of the veil, snarling and spitting its frustrated, thwarted rage.
"How different?" Elias asks. To his credit, he doesn't flinch when one of the daemons throws itself horns-and-sword first against the veil.
"More variety," you start. "More interesting. They all seem to have more-or-less the same weaknesses and strengths, and they're a bit..." You frown a little, not quite sure how to put it to someone who can't see it; the root and stem of your difficulties with others, to be honest. Other people cannot see what you can see, their brains literally don't have what it takes to comprehend the things that you can comprehend, and you... Well, you know better now, but saying so used to chase people off all the time when you were younger.
"Samey," you finally settle on. "In a way that even flyheads aren't. Every flyhead is the same, but it's its own nasty little bug, right? These things though, even though they have some apparent physical differences-" you gesture at the creatures still trying to get at all of you through the veil "-are completely the same once you really look at them."
Elias looks at the veil, and then at you, a little sideways, a little thoughtful, a lot quizzical, and says: "You can still see them?"
You blink, and realise very abruptly that you forgot to make it translucent to anyone but yourself. To be fair, most veils are, unless made specifically against you, translucent to you.
"I guess that explains why you didn't jump when one of them flung itself at us," you say, cheerfully. "Don't touch the veil," you add abruptly, as he reaches toward the veil. "You'll go right through; it's made to keep curses out, not people in." He wisely snatches his hand back.
"Would it also keep daemons in?" he asks.
"Of course." Now there's an idea; another veil outside, around the daemons, keeping them corralled? Before you can speak any of the thoughts that are suddenly running through your head, Elias speaks.
"We should go to the source. You could put one of these 'veils' around it, and contain the daemons there," he says, obviously thinking the same thing you are. "It would buy us time."
The sound of the space marine coming to join you is loud, but not as loud as you thought it would be; the power armour is huge, and your inner child wants some. It is objectively cool, and you wish--no, don't think of that right now, that way lies rage and grief, and you don't have the luxury of that right now.
(You wish someone were here to share it with.)
The marine attempts to rest his chainsaw sword a little too near to you, and catches on Infinity. That helmeted head turns and looks down at you--it's rather a long way down, but you don't let that bother you; it's power armour, okay?
"Davus," Elias greets, as the space marine experimentally sets his sword a little further away--and then a little further still, when he still butts up against Infinity. "This is Gojo. Gojo, Davus. He is a member of the Vorpal Swords chapter of space marines."
You manfully resist asking whether he goes 'snicker-snack'.
[] Be the bigger man.
[] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
"What would happen if I stuck my hand out there?" the space marine--Davus--asks, his voice coming a little mechanically through whatever speakers he has in his helmet.
"It would be attacked by between seven and ten different daemons," you inform him. He hums an acknowledgement, hefts his chainsaw sword, revs it up (also objectively cool), and swings it out of the veil, his hands still inside. It hits on a daemon right away, sending ichor splattering against the veil and its fellows. Davus has good follow-through too, cutting right through that daemon and into the next, sending a nasty clawed arm flying off.
It's met then by one of the jagged blades of the daemons, and they clash several times, both sides effectively blind-fighting with an admirable level of skill. You doubt you could do the same. Not that blind-fighting applies with the Six Eyes, but it's still impressive.
Interestingly enough, the bulk of the creatures seem content to focus on their attempts to breach the veil, leaving the one to its duel with Davus.
"He's dueling one of them," you somewhat belatedly inform Elias. "They're both impressive blind-fighters, especially since neither of them is moving their feet much."
"Yes, I imagine they would be impressive," Elias replies. "How are you seeing through the veil? Is it a side-effect of being the one who erected it?"
"I forgot to make it translucent to the rest of you," is all you admit. "I'm used to working alone."
"Alone?" Elias sounds a little aghast; considering that he was alone when you met him, he doesn't have much room to talk. "Why?"
"Because I'm the strongest," you reply simply.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" Davus roars suddenly, and cleaves downward, finally driving his chainsaw sword through the skull of the daemon he's been dueling with. The spinning chain catches on the horn and the blade of the daemon's sword, and snaps, a weakened point on it finally giving after who knows how long.
It would go flying, right into the psyker and her men--if you weren't here to stop it. Fortunately, you are here, and the chain hangs in the air, gleaming and ichor-slicked for a moment, before said ichor vanishes along with the curse that it belonged to.
It's impressive, actually, that the man had been able to cleave through daemons like that without a cursed tool--or any apparent cursed energy of his own. Though there is something about him... You can't quite put your finger on it, but even aside from his size (which is an extreme outlier if you ever saw one, but then, who knows? Maybe evolution or genetic engineering or both have been at work. It's been a long, long time) there is something off about the man. You would ask about it, if only you could find the right question to ask.
You wish briefly you had a cursed tool to give Davus, so that he could keep fighting, and more efficiently, too. Oh well.
"Davus won," you inform Elias, rather unnecessarily. The space marine in question is powering down his sword, and pulling out a fresh chain from his kit. You draw the broken one in, and catch it. It's heavier than it looks, made of something denser by far than steel. You heft it a couple of times to get a feel for it, fingers wrapped between broad, sharp teeth. Davus pauses, and you get the sense of an eyebrow raised, even if you have politely refrained from looking--no, never mind, time to look past the helmet, you need to know.
A scarred face with deep-set eyes, and yes, a single arched blond eyebrow is looking at you through those glowing helmet eyes.
"You are stronger than you look," Davus comments. You shrug a little; that's half the point of dressing the way you do, yeah. It makes you look like a string bean rather than the jacked up monster you really are underneath it all.
Not as jacked as Davus, though. Miguel wasn't as jacked as Davus, and he was bigger than either you or Suguru.
"Stronger than he--" Elias starts, and then cuts himself off, shaking his head. "You saw what I did, Davus."
Inside his helmet, Davus frowns. He shakes his head.
"I know what I think I saw," he admits.
"We're completely surrounded now," you interject, as the ranks of daemons finally close about the veil. With the pressure on from all sides, odds are slightly higher that it will be brought down, even if all the daemons in question are weak next to you. As things stand, given their positions, if the veil does come down, it will be hard to protect everyone inside.
"What do you intend to do about it?" Davus asks.
[] Step outside and exorcise them all.
-[] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
-[] Just do it.
[] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
[] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
-[] Just do it.
[] Some combination of the above.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
They all share a broadly humanoid frame, with horns and gnashing fangs in an animalistic face. From what you can see, they range around third-grade and second-grade, with one or two bordering on semi-first-grade, but not quite there.
There's a second type too, less numerous, but vaguely canoid in shape, though they have the same resemblance to dogs as the other curses have to people.
The psyker shouts a protest as you stick your hand out of the veil, as if to pet one of the 'dogs'. It immediately tries to take your hand off, and just as immediately, its jaws get caught on Infinity. It makes a noise equally confused and angry, and then you expand the area of Infinity, and pop its head in the process.
It takes very little effort.
One of the humanoid curses swings its jagged sword at your hand then, and likewise gets stopped, but it has the intelligence to draw back, and try a different angle--and then another one, and another, slashing in a rapid, enraged frenzy, even as its fellows apply that same enthusiasm to the veil.
None of them get any further than they already have, flailing fruitlessly against the barrier you have created. You can see the staes of the other people around you, but you largely ignore them--except for Elias, who is cautiously coming to join you. He had looked short next to the power-armoured space marine, but you feel a tiny little irk when he stands next to you again, centimetres taller.
"Gojo," he says slowly, the way you might talk to someone who's crazy. "What are you doing?"
(In his defence, you are a jujutsu sorcerer, and thus crazy by default.)
"Investigating," you inform him. "These daemons are different from the curses I'm used to." You tilt your head at one of the creatures leaning its entire being into the barrier of the veil, snarling and spitting its frustrated, thwarted rage.
"How different?" Elias asks. To his credit, he doesn't flinch when one of the daemons throws itself horns-and-sword first against the veil.
"More variety," you start. "More interesting. They all seem to have more-or-less the same weaknesses and strengths, and they're a bit..." You frown a little, not quite sure how to put it to someone who can't see it; the root and stem of your difficulties with others, to be honest. Other people cannot see what you can see, their brains literally don't have what it takes to comprehend the things that you can comprehend, and you... Well, you know better now, but saying so used to chase people off all the time when you were younger.
"Samey," you finally settle on. "In a way that even flyheads aren't. Every flyhead is the same, but it's its own nasty little bug, right? These things though, even though they have some apparent physical differences-" you gesture at the creatures still trying to get at all of you through the veil "-are completely the same once you really look at them."
Elias looks at the veil, and then at you, a little sideways, a little thoughtful, a lot quizzical, and says: "You can still see them?"
You blink, and realise very abruptly that you forgot to make it translucent to anyone but yourself. To be fair, most veils are, unless made specifically against you, translucent to you.
"I guess that explains why you didn't jump when one of them flung itself at us," you say, cheerfully. "Don't touch the veil," you add abruptly, as he reaches toward the veil. "You'll go right through; it's made to keep curses out, not people in." He wisely snatches his hand back.
"Would it also keep daemons in?" he asks.
"Of course." Now there's an idea; another veil outside, around the daemons, keeping them corralled? Before you can speak any of the thoughts that are suddenly running through your head, Elias speaks.
"We should go to the source. You could put one of these 'veils' around it, and contain the daemons there," he says, obviously thinking the same thing you are. "It would buy us time."
The sound of the space marine coming to join you is loud, but not as loud as you thought it would be; the power armour is huge, and your inner child wants some. It is objectively cool, and you wish--no, don't think of that right now, that way lies rage and grief, and you don't have the luxury of that right now.
(You wish someone were here to share it with.)
The marine attempts to rest his chainsaw sword a little too near to you, and catches on Infinity. That helmeted head turns and looks down at you--it's rather a long way down, but you don't let that bother you; it's power armour, okay?
"Davus," Elias greets, as the space marine experimentally sets his sword a little further away--and then a little further still, when he still butts up against Infinity. "This is Gojo. Gojo, Davus. He is a member of the Vorpal Swords chapter of space marines."
You manfully resist asking whether he goes 'snicker-snack'.
[] Be the bigger man.
[] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
"What would happen if I stuck my hand out there?" the space marine--Davus--asks, his voice coming a little mechanically through whatever speakers he has in his helmet.
"It would be attacked by between seven and ten different daemons," you inform him. He hums an acknowledgement, hefts his chainsaw sword, revs it up (also objectively cool), and swings it out of the veil, his hands still inside. It hits on a daemon right away, sending ichor splattering against the veil and its fellows. Davus has good follow-through too, cutting right through that daemon and into the next, sending a nasty clawed arm flying off.
It's met then by one of the jagged blades of the daemons, and they clash several times, both sides effectively blind-fighting with an admirable level of skill. You doubt you could do the same. Not that blind-fighting applies with the Six Eyes, but it's still impressive.
Interestingly enough, the bulk of the creatures seem content to focus on their attempts to breach the veil, leaving the one to its duel with Davus.
"He's dueling one of them," you somewhat belatedly inform Elias. "They're both impressive blind-fighters, especially since neither of them is moving their feet much."
"Yes, I imagine they would be impressive," Elias replies. "How are you seeing through the veil? Is it a side-effect of being the one who erected it?"
"I forgot to make it translucent to the rest of you," is all you admit. "I'm used to working alone."
"Alone?" Elias sounds a little aghast; considering that he was alone when you met him, he doesn't have much room to talk. "Why?"
"Because I'm the strongest," you reply simply.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" Davus roars suddenly, and cleaves downward, finally driving his chainsaw sword through the skull of the daemon he's been dueling with. The spinning chain catches on the horn and the blade of the daemon's sword, and snaps, a weakened point on it finally giving after who knows how long.
It would go flying, right into the psyker and her men--if you weren't here to stop it. Fortunately, you are here, and the chain hangs in the air, gleaming and ichor-slicked for a moment, before said ichor vanishes along with the curse that it belonged to.
It's impressive, actually, that the man had been able to cleave through daemons like that without a cursed tool--or any apparent cursed energy of his own. Though there is something about him... You can't quite put your finger on it, but even aside from his size (which is an extreme outlier if you ever saw one, but then, who knows? Maybe evolution or genetic engineering or both have been at work. It's been a long, long time) there is something off about the man. You would ask about it, if only you could find the right question to ask.
You wish briefly you had a cursed tool to give Davus, so that he could keep fighting, and more efficiently, too. Oh well.
"Davus won," you inform Elias, rather unnecessarily. The space marine in question is powering down his sword, and pulling out a fresh chain from his kit. You draw the broken one in, and catch it. It's heavier than it looks, made of something denser by far than steel. You heft it a couple of times to get a feel for it, fingers wrapped between broad, sharp teeth. Davus pauses, and you get the sense of an eyebrow raised, even if you have politely refrained from looking--no, never mind, time to look past the helmet, you need to know.
A scarred face with deep-set eyes, and yes, a single arched blond eyebrow is looking at you through those glowing helmet eyes.
"You are stronger than you look," Davus comments. You shrug a little; that's half the point of dressing the way you do, yeah. It makes you look like a string bean rather than the jacked up monster you really are underneath it all.
Not as jacked as Davus, though. Miguel wasn't as jacked as Davus, and he was bigger than either you or Suguru.
"Stronger than he--" Elias starts, and then cuts himself off, shaking his head. "You saw what I did, Davus."
Inside his helmet, Davus frowns. He shakes his head.
"I know what I think I saw," he admits.
"We're completely surrounded now," you interject, as the ranks of daemons finally close about the veil. With the pressure on from all sides, odds are slightly higher that it will be brought down, even if all the daemons in question are weak next to you. As things stand, given their positions, if the veil does come down, it will be hard to protect everyone inside.
"What do you intend to do about it?" Davus asks.
[] Step outside and exorcise them all.
-[] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
-[] Just do it.
[] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
[] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
-[] Just do it.
[] Some combination of the above.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
Davus and the crew will be fine mopping up the demons from within their safety bubble, Now the source sounds interesting and worth investigating.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
Davus and the crew will be fine mopping up the demons from within their safety bubble, Now the source sounds interesting and worth investigating.
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- Location
- USA
[X] Step outside and exorcise them all.
-[x] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
-[x] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Step outside and exorcise them all.
--[X] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Step outside and exorcise them all.
--[X] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
also, @Azremodehar you forgot to Threadmark.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
also, @Azremodehar you forgot to Threadmark.
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- The Internet
Kkkkkhhhhhhh thank you it is fixed now. This is what I get for posting before coffee…
Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Step outside and exorcise them all.
--[X] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Step outside and exorcise them all.
--[X] Tell Elias and Davus what you intend to do before doing it.
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
Ando Owen
Yandere Illya is watching you.
- Location
- Montpellier
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[X] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
At least, the most important tests will be done right away.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[X] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
At least, the most important tests will be done right away.
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[X] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[X] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
ExploerTM
Ruin has found you at last!
- Location
- Russia, Perm
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] ...yeah, no, ask anyway.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
[X] Some combination of the above.
-[X] Set up a second, stonger veil inside the first, and let the first come down.
-[X] Leave everyone here, and go drop the hardest veil you can over the likely source of the daemons.
-[x] tell them what your doing, but be passive aggressive about it.
- Location
- The Internet
Vote closed, thank you!
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"Oh, I was going to let you lot handle that. I have something more important to take care of," you inform Davus. Inside his helmet, he looks almost affronted, briefly, before realisation crosses his face.
"You're going to the source."
"After I make a new veil here," you elaborate off-handedly. "It's a target rich environment out there, and if you get the rest-" you gesture vaguely towards the psyker and her men "-to cooperate with you, you shouldn't have any trouble with mopping them up."
Without further ado—and without waiting for a reply—you throw up another veil, this one just inside the first, but translucent to people who aren't named 'Gojo Satoru'. And then you bring down the old veil.
The gasps and shouts of alarm are as expected, when an army of curses—and seriously, how can everyone see them?—is suddenly revealed.
"And you call this 'mopping up?'" Elias asks, voice as dry as a desert and as resigned as a manager. I
"It's not like they can even see you," you remind him. Davus is silent, head turning as he slowly does a count, and probably comes up with something he doesn't like. "And even I have limits-" you are nowhere near them "-so I need to prioritise shutting this down, rather than wasting my time just taking down the small fry."
"You call this army of unspeakable abominations small fry?" the psyker demands, raising her voice. She has been helped to her foot by one of her men, and is managing to balance remarkably well for someone who has lost an alarming amount of blood. You arch an eyebrow at her.
"Should you be standing up?" you ask. She scowls deeply at you. "Of course it's small fry. So is most of what's up around the source." A wave of your hand encompasses the whole of the crowd of daemons around you, a miasma of cursed energy that is so thick you're kind of amazed nobody has choked on it. Honestly, your estimation of her ability—and Elias'—goes up a notch.
"Most?" Elias interjects.
"Most," you affirm.
"Then—"
"I'm better off alone," you cut in, before he can suggest anything foolish like going with you. "I don't have to hold back if I'm alone."
There was exactly one person who you would trust to have your back and not get in the way in a situation like this. You shake the thought off before it can take root.
"Look, it's like I said: you're in a target rich environment. This is basically a shooting gallery. Cut loose, have fun, I'll be back later."
"Wait," Elias says—commands, really, with the authority of a man who is accustomed to being obeyed. You are immediately inclined to ignore him, but… he might have intel. You tilt your head at him, just a little.
"Waiting," you sing-song, meeting his eyes. Credit to Elias, he doesn't flinch. He does look away, zeroing in on one of the soldiers, who does flinch.
"You. Give me your vox."
"Yes my Lord," the man says, and scrambles to pull something off his wrist, and hand it over—ah. You can see the energy vectors; it's a radio, or close enough.
Elias takes it, and makes a few adjustments, before offering it to you.
"This is now a direct line to my vox. Keep me apprised of the situation—and your actions."
You're not an idiot. You know there's probably a tracker in it too; Elias would be an idiot if he were willing to let you run around his planet with no oversight. You could, though, is the thing, and you might be tempted under other circumstances. As things stand, however, Elias remains your best shot at food, shelter, and anything else in this strange and curse-filled future you have found yourself in.
It rankles to be beholden to anyone, but your black card is almost certainly useless, and the cash in your wallet definitely is, as anything but a historical curiosity.
You take the radio, and strap it to your wrist.
Satisfaction passes through Elias' eyes, and you let him have it; he'll come to appreciate your magnanimity later.
"I'll be back," you assure him, and then, just before you leave, you give in to your earlier urge, turning to Davus and asking, "Do you go snicker-snack?" Under his helmet he looks startled, and when he opens his mouth to answer, you wave, and teleport right to the centre of the mass of cursed energy you can sense.
You are instantly grateful to the absolute thoroughness of Infinity, because you do not need to be actually smelling what you see: the sight is bad enough.
In addition to the curses--daemons, damn it--that you have already faced, there is a second army of a more fetid and putrescent kind. The sorts of things that you know, just by looking at them, would bring about hideous and disease-ridden ends to any human unlucky enough to come in contact with them. Including you, if you were inclined to let them.
Great swarms of black flies shift and move about like emergent phenomena; a veritable horde of horrible little gremlins bounces about, laughing to themselves. Twisted pox-riddled creatures of a generally humanoid shape, each one different, all with maws of rotted teeth, and rotted swords so rusty they can almost give you tetanus just looking at them... And all of that with just your mundane vision. What you see with the rest of your eyes is best left to nobody's imagination at all.
The good news is, none of it is enough to overcome you. It's gross, but you'll live. Any man lesser than you absolutely would not.
"Gojo. Report." Elias' voice comes clearly through the speaker on your wrist, and you decide to actually reply. Hoping you're pushing the right button...
"Elias. It's a good thing nobody came along," you say cheerfully, as the first of them reaches you, and moves to strike. "I'm pretty sure the air here would be absolutely fatal to anyone who tried to breathe it! But don't worry, you won't be rid of me that easily. I'll be back in just a minute."
Now that you're closer to the centre of things, it's almost painfully easy to find, a warped portal of all things, spilling out more daemons by the minute, the kind of horror that the higher-ups never imagined in even their wildest nightmares--that you scarce imagined, even running through the worst-case scenarios of a dead Suguru through your head. You shove that thought back where it came from, and ignoring the attempts of the various curses to reach you, do what you came here for:
You erect the hardest veil that anyone (barring maybe Tengen) has ever erected. Only you can enter or leave, and only via teleportation.
You make it big enough to contain the bulk of the force, but there are still some who are outside it; not even you can erect a veil that hard, meant to last indefinitely, and have it be that big. It's fine. You can take care of what's left. You're very evidently still the strongest thing around. You can do this. Now, as for the daemons in here with you...
[] Exorcise them all, and try to close that portal.
[] Ignore them, and try to close that portal.
[] Ignore them, and the portal for now, and regroup with the others.
[] Actually, you should take care of the daemons outside the veil, first.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
"You're going to the source."
"After I make a new veil here," you elaborate off-handedly. "It's a target rich environment out there, and if you get the rest-" you gesture vaguely towards the psyker and her men "-to cooperate with you, you shouldn't have any trouble with mopping them up."
Without further ado—and without waiting for a reply—you throw up another veil, this one just inside the first, but translucent to people who aren't named 'Gojo Satoru'. And then you bring down the old veil.
The gasps and shouts of alarm are as expected, when an army of curses—and seriously, how can everyone see them?—is suddenly revealed.
"And you call this 'mopping up?'" Elias asks, voice as dry as a desert and as resigned as a manager. I
"It's not like they can even see you," you remind him. Davus is silent, head turning as he slowly does a count, and probably comes up with something he doesn't like. "And even I have limits-" you are nowhere near them "-so I need to prioritise shutting this down, rather than wasting my time just taking down the small fry."
"You call this army of unspeakable abominations small fry?" the psyker demands, raising her voice. She has been helped to her foot by one of her men, and is managing to balance remarkably well for someone who has lost an alarming amount of blood. You arch an eyebrow at her.
"Should you be standing up?" you ask. She scowls deeply at you. "Of course it's small fry. So is most of what's up around the source." A wave of your hand encompasses the whole of the crowd of daemons around you, a miasma of cursed energy that is so thick you're kind of amazed nobody has choked on it. Honestly, your estimation of her ability—and Elias'—goes up a notch.
"Most?" Elias interjects.
"Most," you affirm.
"Then—"
"I'm better off alone," you cut in, before he can suggest anything foolish like going with you. "I don't have to hold back if I'm alone."
There was exactly one person who you would trust to have your back and not get in the way in a situation like this. You shake the thought off before it can take root.
"Look, it's like I said: you're in a target rich environment. This is basically a shooting gallery. Cut loose, have fun, I'll be back later."
"Wait," Elias says—commands, really, with the authority of a man who is accustomed to being obeyed. You are immediately inclined to ignore him, but… he might have intel. You tilt your head at him, just a little.
"Waiting," you sing-song, meeting his eyes. Credit to Elias, he doesn't flinch. He does look away, zeroing in on one of the soldiers, who does flinch.
"You. Give me your vox."
"Yes my Lord," the man says, and scrambles to pull something off his wrist, and hand it over—ah. You can see the energy vectors; it's a radio, or close enough.
Elias takes it, and makes a few adjustments, before offering it to you.
"This is now a direct line to my vox. Keep me apprised of the situation—and your actions."
You're not an idiot. You know there's probably a tracker in it too; Elias would be an idiot if he were willing to let you run around his planet with no oversight. You could, though, is the thing, and you might be tempted under other circumstances. As things stand, however, Elias remains your best shot at food, shelter, and anything else in this strange and curse-filled future you have found yourself in.
It rankles to be beholden to anyone, but your black card is almost certainly useless, and the cash in your wallet definitely is, as anything but a historical curiosity.
You take the radio, and strap it to your wrist.
Satisfaction passes through Elias' eyes, and you let him have it; he'll come to appreciate your magnanimity later.
"I'll be back," you assure him, and then, just before you leave, you give in to your earlier urge, turning to Davus and asking, "Do you go snicker-snack?" Under his helmet he looks startled, and when he opens his mouth to answer, you wave, and teleport right to the centre of the mass of cursed energy you can sense.
You are instantly grateful to the absolute thoroughness of Infinity, because you do not need to be actually smelling what you see: the sight is bad enough.
In addition to the curses--daemons, damn it--that you have already faced, there is a second army of a more fetid and putrescent kind. The sorts of things that you know, just by looking at them, would bring about hideous and disease-ridden ends to any human unlucky enough to come in contact with them. Including you, if you were inclined to let them.
Great swarms of black flies shift and move about like emergent phenomena; a veritable horde of horrible little gremlins bounces about, laughing to themselves. Twisted pox-riddled creatures of a generally humanoid shape, each one different, all with maws of rotted teeth, and rotted swords so rusty they can almost give you tetanus just looking at them... And all of that with just your mundane vision. What you see with the rest of your eyes is best left to nobody's imagination at all.
The good news is, none of it is enough to overcome you. It's gross, but you'll live. Any man lesser than you absolutely would not.
"Gojo. Report." Elias' voice comes clearly through the speaker on your wrist, and you decide to actually reply. Hoping you're pushing the right button...
"Elias. It's a good thing nobody came along," you say cheerfully, as the first of them reaches you, and moves to strike. "I'm pretty sure the air here would be absolutely fatal to anyone who tried to breathe it! But don't worry, you won't be rid of me that easily. I'll be back in just a minute."
Now that you're closer to the centre of things, it's almost painfully easy to find, a warped portal of all things, spilling out more daemons by the minute, the kind of horror that the higher-ups never imagined in even their wildest nightmares--that you scarce imagined, even running through the worst-case scenarios of a dead Suguru through your head. You shove that thought back where it came from, and ignoring the attempts of the various curses to reach you, do what you came here for:
You erect the hardest veil that anyone (barring maybe Tengen) has ever erected. Only you can enter or leave, and only via teleportation.
You make it big enough to contain the bulk of the force, but there are still some who are outside it; not even you can erect a veil that hard, meant to last indefinitely, and have it be that big. It's fine. You can take care of what's left. You're very evidently still the strongest thing around. You can do this. Now, as for the daemons in here with you...
[] Exorcise them all, and try to close that portal.
[] Ignore them, and try to close that portal.
[] Ignore them, and the portal for now, and regroup with the others.
[] Actually, you should take care of the daemons outside the veil, first.
[] Something else? (Write in.)