[ He was force removed to rest in one of the houses that has a house instead of the mortuary basement... He did get swamped and the visible signs are laceration scars along visible skin.
He's wearing this new dress and is still part furry. Daan can tell by the perked ears and the tail wagging that's just bapping inside the dress. ]
I went into the swamp, so my injuries have been healed despite how gross it was. The side effects are not great, but I'm living. I wouldn't recommend touching me since it seems like the effect's sensations will transfer.
[ He thinks... ]
At the end, when I turned, we were fighting a monster that could weave a fantasy, or reality, that was tangible and realistic. Looking at it physically hurt us, but we needed to if we wanted to complete our contract.
I got the sense that it wasn't fully-fledged. It was still premature...
[ An infant. He looks at Daan normally, but then seems to look past him, at the house's walls. His eyes aren't unfocused, quite the opposite instead. ]
Everything is still sore and I'll complain a lot, but at least I'm used to this level of pain. Save it for someone who needs it.
[ He believes in rationing. ]
In Yharnam, under a contract we didn't remember signing, we would die and come back like it was just a bad dream.
People we saw also die, or we killed them ourselves, but they're still here. They're walking... Or they're plastered in the walls. Even before here, I've come back from the brink of death before.
I would consider most amounts of pain that bothers people a "need" sort of situation. They're kind of what they're made for.
[ But fine, it's not like he can force Gojo to take some. What the fuck you got to go on a Bloodborne CYOA and I didn't????? BREAKS MY PHONE IN TWO...!!! ]
...
Yeah, but... Pickles and the rest saw me die, and that was just an illusion. They saw a number of people get hanged. Allegedly, I even either did or attempted to murder Mr. Matsuno myself on their venture.
[ He will be fine Daan unless you want to force feed him pills. ]
Even if it felt like flesh and blood under their nails, it's an illusion. [ Just parroting. ] Even if these illusions sound and scream just like you... All of this couldn't be a bad dream?
My brain is telling me what I'm saying is nonsense, but I can't tell apart dream from reality.
You have to be crazy to be a sorcerer. [ If it helps explain being unbothered or limiting reactions and emotions. ] I know I'm angry, somewhere deep inside I am, but I can't keep running the marathon if I get stuck.
[ He will be here when you get back with some water. Thank you thank you, mlem mlem like a dog. ]
You're sure I should just vent? You probably have better things to do and other people to see.
I'm not used to being vulnerable which sounds stupid, but my cursed technique I mentioned manipulates space. One way I can use it is to create something similar to a barrier. It works like a convergence of an immeasurable series, anything that approaches the me slows down and never reaches me. [ Grumble. ] With the Six Eyes, I've been able to refine the technique to categorize what's harmful and what's harmless so it can allow anything harmless through, but...
[ Shrugs. ]
It's annoying to not have it and the trip reminded me even more why it's annoying.
...Most have expressed that sort of feeling. Magic and the supernatural seems to come in droves to some of you, and while that kind of thing is exceptionally rare in my world, normally, I can understand the frustration of not having it available when you need it.
[ He may not like to use it but if they're in an emergency and stitches and thread won't do it? Even he'd call on Sylvian and the rest. ]
More like missing my eyes, but similar enough. The world looks different.
[ when life is lackluster 3D ]
I haven't been able to sleep well since we've been here... Thursdays are the only time. My eyes are tired. How is there so much to see, yet also nothing to see? I know something's there. It's there... But I can't see it. If I had more blood, maybe I could. Or more slugs.
[ Never mind about real venting just sanity slips again. ]
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[ He was force removed to rest in one of the houses that has a house instead of the mortuary basement... He did get swamped and the visible signs are laceration scars along visible skin.
He's wearing this new dress and is still part furry. Daan can tell by the perked ears and the tail wagging that's just bapping inside the dress. ]
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An unusually small amount of you today -- just the two of you, unless I've seriously missed something.
Are you alright?
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[ But it doesn't seem like Satoru really wants to talk about Vin. ]
Honestly, everyone felt just as real, too.
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[ Wtf is everyone. ]
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It's just that... [ Tries to remember. ] Erin, Nona, Mathis, Rondo, Lavi, Suguru—they were also there. Then some people from home.
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[ So... that's as usual. ]
But none of these others were missing the entire day today. So it's an unusually low number... because we're so low on people to begin with?
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[ But his ears are perked up still. ]
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Do I take this to mean you're alright, Mr. Gojo? Any significant injuries to look over? Any anecdotes you'd like to pass on?
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I went into the swamp, so my injuries have been healed despite how gross it was. The side effects are not great, but I'm living. I wouldn't recommend touching me since it seems like the effect's sensations will transfer.
[ He thinks... ]
At the end, when I turned, we were fighting a monster that could weave a fantasy, or reality, that was tangible and realistic. Looking at it physically hurt us, but we needed to if we wanted to complete our contract.
I got the sense that it wasn't fully-fledged. It was still premature...
[ An infant. He looks at Daan normally, but then seems to look past him, at the house's walls. His eyes aren't unfocused, quite the opposite instead. ]
Could death here be temporary?
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Not bothering you too badly, I hope? I have painkillers and a crutch if you feel like you might need either of them.
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I don't know about "temporary", but why bring that up all of a sudden?
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Everything is still sore and I'll complain a lot, but at least I'm used to this level of pain. Save it for someone who needs it.
[ He believes in rationing. ]
In Yharnam, under a contract we didn't remember signing, we would die and come back like it was just a bad dream.
People we saw also die, or we killed them ourselves, but they're still here. They're walking... Or they're plastered in the walls. Even before here, I've come back from the brink of death before.
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[ But fine, it's not like he can force Gojo to take some. What the fuck you got to go on a Bloodborne CYOA and I didn't????? BREAKS MY PHONE IN TWO...!!! ]
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Yeah, but... Pickles and the rest saw me die, and that was just an illusion. They saw a number of people get hanged. Allegedly, I even either did or attempted to murder Mr. Matsuno myself on their venture.
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Even if it felt like flesh and blood under their nails, it's an illusion. [ Just parroting. ] Even if these illusions sound and scream just like you... All of this couldn't be a bad dream?
My brain is telling me what I'm saying is nonsense, but I can't tell apart dream from reality.
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A terrible aftereffect of the venture then, Mr. Gojo. I've noticed some people come back either being or acting... unusual.
I'd suggest you sit down. I can get you some water.
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I thought it was just seeing dead people plastered on the walls, but maybe you're right.
[ It's hard to pinpoint origin, but maybe it doesn't matter. He is seated though, like he doesn't trust moving around or walking anywhere. ]
I'd appreciate some water though! Maybe in that time I can get a hold of myself.
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[ He'll get you a water my guy. ]
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[ He will be here when you get back with some water. Thank you thank you, mlem mlem like a dog. ]
You're sure I should just vent? You probably have better things to do and other people to see.
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Better than you blowing up down the line, right?
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[ ............. His fluffy tail lashes once. Thinks on it. Does the 🤏 motion. ]
Maybe a small tantrum.
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It'll maybe lessen the chances?
[ Go ahead. ]
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[ He supposes so. ]
I'm not used to being vulnerable which sounds stupid, but my cursed technique I mentioned manipulates space. One way I can use it is to create something similar to a barrier. It works like a convergence of an immeasurable series, anything that approaches the me slows down and never reaches me. [ Grumble. ] With the Six Eyes, I've been able to refine the technique to categorize what's harmful and what's harmless so it can allow anything harmless through, but...
[ Shrugs. ]
It's annoying to not have it and the trip reminded me even more why it's annoying.
[ Describes this all like small grapes. ]
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[ He may not like to use it but if they're in an emergency and stitches and thread won't do it? Even he'd call on Sylvian and the rest. ]
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[ He curls up, not knowing he's losing his mind to more paranoia... ]
It's normal to be without power...
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[ when life is lackluster 3D ]
I haven't been able to sleep well since we've been here... Thursdays are the only time. My eyes are tired. How is there so much to see, yet also nothing to see? I know something's there. It's there... But I can't see it. If I had more blood, maybe I could. Or more slugs.
[ Never mind about real venting just sanity slips again. ]
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