it's just. there's nothing human here, or humane, to use as an anchor. he's reaching out and everything he grabs onto -- isn't a piece of a person going through war. it is the war and chaos itself, the bloody, screaming, swelling, growing conflict encompassing untold thousands of lives. he shatters into a hundred fragments and goes through armies' and histories' worth of minds before reassembling into a ragged fractal of self. he tastes the blood in the mouth of every soldier who has ever tasted it. heaves himself up to put his shaking hands on a weapon he (wants to use) (never wanted to use) (will reluctantly use) (will eagerly use), and aim, and ram it home.
he wears man's skin, and he can be influenced while living a man's lifetime, but Yuber is a demon. he is the essence of something, distilled and given sentience until it can be touched and pursued and approached with unfortunate bargains.
if Minuet didn't have his prior experiences with his sisters, with Pandora, this would be even more overwhelming than it already is. but he can get past it.
the gate, such as it is, is just a closed circle of red writing on the darkness beyond all the screaming. letters of the same blood that's branded itself on Minuet's brow, still burning like a torch through -- all that shit he just went through.
he could try to fuck with the writing itself. or he could try to go through the portal that's held inside it. up to him.]
Okay, well, give him a second while his mind puts itself back into... a shape of SOME kind. Hopefully Yuber is so unthreatened by it all that he just lets him take five. That would be nice. ]
the demon walking through a ruin, a sword in one hand, the detached head of a monster dangling carelessly from the other. inhuman psychic presence, like an extension of what he just went through. metaphysical acid burn
and
something sensory back in the real world. Charon jolting in his sleep as blinding pain goes through his skull]
[ The sensory feedback from Charon and the tiny scattered parts of his brain that are still reasonable are the only things preventing him from just trying to put the entire gate in a black hole.
(Infuriating that there is a link here he cannot (currently) do anything about. Infuriating that he promised not to kill the stupid demon. Infuriating that he wants to. Infuriating that he's not sure he could anyway.)
He wrenches his arm back out and settles for something inferior: mustering the same will he'd used to cast a rope down into Hope's abyss, attempting to weave together a dam. ]
[he is actually correct in that Yuber is not intervening. maybe it's his personality, maybe he is just too far away to be actively rather than passively unpleasant.
he kind of feels like he's weaving a net across a bunch of knives. fine as long as he can build at specific angles and nothing moves, utterly fucked if the arrangement shifts. but he can build it. he gets the sense it'll even stay stable -- at least as long as Charon is in the pasture far away from the other side of the equation.
on the other hand if Yuber gets in arm's reach and isn't just way over on the other side of an interdimensional link, that probably opens up a LOT of other options at that time, so]
[ Listen. At some point once they finish their business here and he bursts his way into Suikoden proper, he'll do something better with this. But if the aim is to at least let Charon get some sleep without demon bitches barreling in to taunt him with looming nonexistence, then
Get fucked, portal.
He continues until lack of energy prevents him. Considers powering through it anyway to slap a few extra flextapes on there. By some miracle he refrains. ]
your unquestioning assistance, in matters of war no scion of the family this blood belongs to can be slain no scion of the family under a Star can be directly harmed none who ingest the blood that called you can be slain
for every life sacrificed this night, a war in your name.
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featherduster) wrote2023-06-15 02:30 pm
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whether it's arrogance or just extremely founded confidence, Yuber doesn't actually stop any aggro moves he makes here]
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He is just trying to brute force battering ram his way in there enough to find one singular piece of info: where's the fucking gate? ]
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it's just. there's nothing human here, or humane, to use as an anchor. he's reaching out and everything he grabs onto -- isn't a piece of a person going through war. it is the war and chaos itself, the bloody, screaming, swelling, growing conflict encompassing untold thousands of lives. he shatters into a hundred fragments and goes through armies' and histories' worth of minds before reassembling into a ragged fractal of self. he tastes the blood in the mouth of every soldier who has ever tasted it. heaves himself up to put his shaking hands on a weapon he (wants to use) (never wanted to use) (will reluctantly use) (will eagerly use), and aim, and ram it home.
he wears man's skin, and he can be influenced while living a man's lifetime, but Yuber is a demon. he is the essence of something, distilled and given sentience until it can be touched and pursued and approached with unfortunate bargains.
wow! that's some bullshit!]
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if Minuet didn't have his prior experiences with his sisters, with Pandora, this would be even more overwhelming than it already is. but he can get past it.
the gate, such as it is, is just a closed circle of red writing on the darkness beyond all the screaming. letters of the same blood that's branded itself on Minuet's brow, still burning like a torch through -- all that shit he just went through.
he could try to fuck with the writing itself. or he could try to go through the portal that's held inside it. up to him.]
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Okay, well, give him a second while his mind puts itself back into... a shape of SOME kind. Hopefully Yuber is so unthreatened by it all that he just lets him take five. That would be nice. ]
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Putting his whole arm through the portal just to see what happens lol ]
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the demon walking through a ruin, a sword in one hand, the detached head of a monster dangling carelessly from the other. inhuman psychic presence, like an extension of what he just went through. metaphysical acid burn
and
something sensory back in the real world. Charon jolting in his sleep as blinding pain goes through his skull]
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(Infuriating that there is a link here he cannot (currently) do anything about. Infuriating that he promised not to kill the stupid demon. Infuriating that he wants to. Infuriating that he's not sure he could anyway.)
He wrenches his arm back out and settles for something inferior: mustering the same will he'd used to cast a rope down into Hope's abyss, attempting to weave together a dam. ]
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he kind of feels like he's weaving a net across a bunch of knives. fine as long as he can build at specific angles and nothing moves, utterly fucked if the arrangement shifts. but he can build it. he gets the sense it'll even stay stable -- at least as long as Charon is in the pasture far away from the other side of the equation.
on the other hand if Yuber gets in arm's reach and isn't just way over on the other side of an interdimensional link, that probably opens up a LOT of other options at that time, so]
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Get fucked, portal.
He continues until lack of energy prevents him. Considers powering through it anyway to slap a few extra flextapes on there. By some miracle he refrains. ]
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when he's finished, the lettering around the portal pulses. weirdly beckoning. it's made of Charon's blood, too: maybe it's a way back?]
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Trusting Charon's blood without question, he presses a hand to the glowing runes. ]
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your unquestioning assistance, in matters of war
no scion of the family this blood belongs to can be slain
no scion of the family under a Star can be directly harmed
none who ingest the blood that called you can be slain
for every life sacrificed this night, a war in your name.
...
and he wakes up.]
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[ He presses his hand to Charon's forehead immediately. Urgent: ]
Are you alright?
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I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH HE'S STILL PSYCHICALLY DIALED INTO CHARON ATM BUT THEY BOTH DEFINITELY HAVE A HANGOVER]
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I'm sorry.
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Charon shakes his head a little and wraps both arms more securely around him]
...none of that. Thank you.
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He rests the hand he does have against Charon's cheek ]
I don't really know if it worked. But...
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You tried.
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Tried isn't good enough.
But more should wait.
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It's not like Mute's...power source. You gain no benefit.
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