KARTERIA: INBOX.

[deathpainting]

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user name: bloodbag

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[mrblueeyes]

summon curse

[deathpainting]

What is this.

[mrblueeyes]

[ Gojo's pretty sure it's self explanatory. ]

✅ Read 2:24 pm.

[ He's left his door unlocked. He doesn't expect he'll have to wait long. ]

[deathpainting]

( for a long moment, he stares at his device--willing the text bubble to pop up, willing some kind of typing, willing any sort of response that will explain this is not what he thinks it is. he's not just some thing that can be summoned with the clap of a sorcerer's hand; he's never been that kind of person, even when he'd been working with kenjaku and the like. if anything, a part of him stubbornly considers staying put: if gojou satoru wants him so bad, then gojou satoru can come for him himself.

that stubbornness lasts only for about five minutes. ugh, why does he have to be like this? it feels like he's drawn in his direction, and it's not just because he wants to make sure everything is alright.

begrudgingly, he shows up about ten minutes later: he's gotten a penchant for bringing things to others, cups of tea and coffee and small snacks he can smuggle from the cafe or the cafeteria for little cost, but he's coming empty-handed like it's some silent punishment for gojou summoning him like this. his knuckles close in a knock against the wood; suppressing a sigh of breath, he reaches for the door handle instead, turning it to find it unlocked.

that seems a little odd. immediately he's opening the door, leaning his shoulders into the doorway-- )

Are you in danger? ( mildly, as his tired eyes immediately seek out gojou in the room; pointedly, he's not actually stepping inside of it yet. )

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[warminded]

I hear we will be living together.

I'd like to get to know you better. Without Gojo around, for a change.

If that is of interest to you.

[deathpainting]

I'd like that.

( but how does one get to know another better....hmm. )

What do you like to do? In this place, or otherwise.

[warminded]

[Oh. He wasn't expecting questions right out of the gate. Though Choso does seem to ask a lot of questions in general.]

I've been spending a lot of time exploring the city. [That... counts, right?] And I also frequent the library. That's not a good place for conversation, though.

Are you at the Valentia currently?

[...You know what, let him just send this number.]

My room, if you'd like to talk in person.

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[mrblueeyes]

[ how to phrase this ... ]

geto suguru is here. actually him, not kenjaku, so please don't murder him on sight.

i warned him to keep his distance from you but i don't think he was in a listening mood.

try not to fight him if you can. but if he still starts shit despite being warned, then you're totally justified in kicking his ass.

[deathpainting]

...Understood.

( so many uncomfortable feelings, and he doesn't know how to express any of them. except: )

Can he be saved?

( from himself, from this place, who knows what he means. )

[mrblueeyes]

[ Gojo stares at his device for a long time, dealing with wave after wave of emotion about the implications of that.

He’s fairly certain that Choso knows enough context to be aware of everything significant that relates to his question, and it’s a good question. Gojo appreciates Choso asking it, appreciates him allowing the possibility and being willing to give Geto a chance at redemption. Having to face that question is tough, but Gojo’s come to trust Choso enough that he can take it completely earnestly. ]

I hope so.

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[megatheorem]

Hi, Choso. I need your opinion.

[He has an assortment of muddled feelings about this- showing people what's become of his arm directly- but he may as well rip the band-aid off, as it were, so: attached, one Are_you_squidding_me?.jpeg which would be simply a badly-angled selfie of Palamedes if not for the, well, arm being the focal point. His formerly very human left arm is now a handful of tentacles in a dark red-brown, with little pops of vibrant blue that can be seen in the picture - the suckers. His sleeve is pushed all the way up, to really emphasize that this is his arm now, check it out...]

Is it grotesque, or do you think the locals will refrain from throwing stones at me in the street?

[Not pictured: how goddamn long it takes to text with one thumb, ugh.]

[deathpainting]

( it's honestly not what he's expecting to see, at all--but then it's not all that bad, from his viewpoint. then again, he can overlook pretty much anything in the face of someone he cares about--his two incarnated brothers hardly looked human at all, and he loved them fiercely, without any regard for their appearance.

the physical doesn't matter as much, except that now he's going to have to figure out how well palamedes can use that side, and... )

I think if they throw stones, I'll catch them.

Or you will, with that much reach. Can you move them independently?
I'm wondering how many of them I will need to hold, to hold your hand.

[megatheorem]

[Aha— and maybe Choso isn't the most, hm, unbiased source to consult for this, but maybe Palamedes hadn't wanted a completely unbiased take. He doesn't mind this one limb, not immediately - but it has thrown into sharp relief how things will be different now, both in dealing with other people and not having two thumbs. Will his other limbs change? Then he would have to worry.

So he asks Choso, knowing Choso will say things like this and ease his mind in the immediate.]

Oh, I'm

Hold on this is unbearable

[He clicks the voice on.] —Hi. I'm terrible at catching, I was saying. I can move them, but I haven't trained them to type yet. And it's up to you, but there are six of them.

the kelesian expanse.

[khaslana]

[ the inherent instincts of his natural soul demands release, an outburst of bloodshed that'll satiate its desire to hunt and conquer, devouring the unspoken solace between human and game. but phainon is practiced in self-control, more enthralled by the throng of wildlife, eager to offer mere humans their attentive, nonthreatening presence than the desires of an implanted beast, more than prepared to tear anything with a pulse limb from limb — ]

What do you think of this?

[ this, phainon asks to anyone nearby, lingering or looking to wander away, past his momentary spot of respite. his little loaf of bread, once untouched, is now being picked apart, becoming crumbs for the critters to claim and enjoy by his feet as he drops bits of them, harmlessly, upon the ground. ]

It's quite the contrast compared to the peculiar goings-on when venturing beyond the city's borders, but something of a novelty all the same. Unless that isn't the case for you?

[ granted, all of this is just as strange. it's merely... uneventful. a little too peaceful. but he'll take what he can get. ]

i'm sooooo sorry, i didn't get a notif for this one....

[deathpainting]

( after everything that he's seen in this place, from the mud and the dirt and the unnatural twisting of human bodies into other shapes, malformed creatures in the swamps, buried bones in a pit that reeks of blood: there's something almost too normal about this place, where it feels quiet, and calm, and where there are so many living creatures that he feels almost like he'll step on something if he moves too quickly. that may be why he's become something of a fixture, for now; he stands still amidst some grass and flowers, tempted to sink himself into the roots of the earth but too shy to do that in front of anyone else. for awhile, it had seemed like only him and the animals: until he heard that voice.

now, he feels almost like he should pretend to be doing something other than soaking up the sunshine and the smell of fresh florals; a rabbit nudges down at his heels, nibbling daintily on one of his shoelaces, and with a soft breath, he wags a hand down at it as though that might shoo it away--it doesn't budge.

swallowing, he tucks his hands into his too-large sleeves, and considers. )

...It feels unreal. A trick of the mind, somehow, but there's none of that here.

( or at the very least, none of it that he can sense with his own faculties. no strange domains at play, no odd techniques.

just friendly animals, peaceful atmosphere, and a man who seems to be donating the last of his food to his new friends. with a frown, he twists to look at him without moving his feet. )

If you give them all of that, you'll go hungry. ( matter-of-factly, calm. ) Did you eat on the road here?

no worries!! the same happened to one of my threads so i understand.

[khaslana]

[ karteria still felt like some illusion manifested from some deeper recess of his own strange imagination — a desire to escape from something while simultaneously upholding the responsibilities of otherworldly, suffocating burdens in order to protect the collective.

phainon doesn't say so. not even his gaze reflect those underlying thoughts. the posed question succeeds in garnering his mild intrigue instead: genuine concern for a stranger or insouciant politesse for the sake of it? whatever the case, phainon finds this opportune to momentarily cease the bread's inevitable withering just to make a tentative approach — only really stopping in place if and when there's any possible signs of unease from the other party. ]

Only prior to, but I'll be all right. I haven't much of an appetite at present... Maybe I'll have myself a feast back at the Valentia once the time comes, however.

[ not much of a lie when whatever 'appetite' that does linger within is from the coexisting, secondary soul that didn't even belong to him to begin with. ]

Have you?

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[mrblueeyes]

hey so

[ the good(?) news is that he already FEELS like he's in trouble so at least there's the guilt and remorse and the desire to please choso which works in choso's favor. the bad news is that gojo continues to be Like This. ]

are you at home right now

[ don't be at home right now please don't be at home right now ]

i don't think you've met johann

wolf augment

has a personality that makes me seem very level-headed and cautious by comparison

anyway dark hair, wolf ears and tail

if he jumps you, you can kill him

he'll be fine

no seriously he makes my healing abilities seem like child's play and he can come back from death

just shred him you'll make his day

i might have bragged about you a little

uh

whoops?

[deathpainting]

I'm not supposed to kill anymore. A great big sorcerer scolded me.

( that's as sassy as he thinks he can make text sound... )

I'll take care of myself. I don't appreciate being targeted, but if he needs inspiration to improve, I won't hold back.

[mrblueeyes]

it doesn't count if he doesn't stay dead but yeah yeah i get it

i'm doing my best to convince him to say 'hi' first and not ambush you but he's feral

i was telling him about my roommates and that you're good in a fight and that just made him want to challenge you

anyway yeah don't hold back

see you later cutie [ 'cutie'. really just to bewilder choso. for fun. ]

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[megatheorem]

[Attached: one (1) image of Palamedes' tentacle arm holding what appears to be a colorful bubble wand, or at least, a plastic tube with liquid inside and a screw-off top shaped like a peacock. Because of course.]

Is this the right thing? Bubbles?

[deathpainting]

That is a bird.

( proudly. teasingly. )

[megatheorem]

Oh, you've got jokes.

[He loves it, please continue. He even sends a second picture, which is just the same picture with the peacock cropped out.]

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[mrblueeyes]

wait i was just reminded that we've gotta be careful going out in the wilderness alone and you specifically said you were doing your farming stuff alone

we kinda talked about you being at least near konoha's farm but
do you have a wilderness buddy?
i can't scold fel for going out there alone and let you get away with it

[deathpainting]

A wilderness buddy? I don't have buddies.

It's not a problem for me. I'm used to doing things alone.
Felwinter is different. He should be with others.

If it troubles you, I will volunteer with Konoha-san, though she probably doesn't need my help.

[mrblueeyes]

wow i'm your buddy

felwinter is not different, you should both be with others
maybe, here's a crazy idea, go TOGETHER
be wilderness buddies
do it for me
you have to stay safe in order to keep me safe you know

it does trouble me
i worry ok
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