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Take your time, I just wanted to be sure you were alright. I'm home for the "night" so I'm not going anywhere.
[ The actual question he wanted to ask, typed and deleted several times over. He'll settle for this for now. ]
See anything interesting this time?
[ The actual question he wanted to ask, typed and deleted several times over. He'll settle for this for now. ]
See anything interesting this time?
I see. Thank you. If my plans happen to deviate from a simple walk around town, I'll let you know.
Of course, there's nothing new to note. Trees, enthralled - it's becoming such a common sight. The Green Knight's power truly is something else.
It's unfortunate that we can't we negotiate with it or claim it as a persona for our arsenal.
I'm joking, of course.
Of course, there's nothing new to note. Trees, enthralled - it's becoming such a common sight. The Green Knight's power truly is something else.
It's unfortunate that we can't we negotiate with it or claim it as a persona for our arsenal.
I'm joking, of course.
Edited (ok nevermind words wrong bed now) 2024-06-21 05:50 (UTC)
[HAHAHAHHAHA.
Don't worry about it. It's just a funny funny joke. He isn't even about to allude to Joker's shitty persona assortment. There will never be another like him, so it's irrelevant.]
No, not to my knowledge. That would somewhat odd, wouldn't? Imagine an ego so split that more than one persona formed from it. It goes against reason.
As for negotiation - I know very little about it due to my minor experience. However, I've heard you can negotiate with shadows. They are basically 'enemies' in the cognitive world, though that tends to be for items or money.
If a persona can be gained from it, well, that says more about the individual than anything. It goes back to a discussion about the split ego or an unsolidified sense of self.
So I would assume.
Don't worry about it. It's just a funny funny joke. He isn't even about to allude to Joker's shitty persona assortment. There will never be another like him, so it's irrelevant.]
No, not to my knowledge. That would somewhat odd, wouldn't? Imagine an ego so split that more than one persona formed from it. It goes against reason.
As for negotiation - I know very little about it due to my minor experience. However, I've heard you can negotiate with shadows. They are basically 'enemies' in the cognitive world, though that tends to be for items or money.
If a persona can be gained from it, well, that says more about the individual than anything. It goes back to a discussion about the split ego or an unsolidified sense of self.
So I would assume.
[ An ego split enough for multiple personas isn't exactly outside the realm of possibility from a psychological standpoint... For example, extremely stressful or traumatic circumstances could easily cause that to occur, especially at a young age.
Just for example, of course. ]
Huh. That's fascinating, even just as a theoretical... I have to admit that I'm eager to return to our reality for countless reasons, but chief among them is to be able to learn more about this phenomenon. As always, I really appreciate you sharing what you know with me.
Shadows in a cognitive world. That's a little on the nose. Sometimes our conversations make me imagine Jung rolling over in his grave.
I can't imagine having another persona that would suit me as well as mine does. Could you?
Just for example, of course. ]
Huh. That's fascinating, even just as a theoretical... I have to admit that I'm eager to return to our reality for countless reasons, but chief among them is to be able to learn more about this phenomenon. As always, I really appreciate you sharing what you know with me.
Shadows in a cognitive world. That's a little on the nose. Sometimes our conversations make me imagine Jung rolling over in his grave.
I can't imagine having another persona that would suit me as well as mine does. Could you?
[There's an implication in eager to return - a contentious topic he isn't sure about broaching in full. Maruki exhibits abnormalities in every single part of his awakening and then some. Checks on an ever growing list of the potential future problem he's facing.
Ugh.]
Please keep in mind it's not as simple as opening up a phone application. Going into the cognitive world is seemingly random. You may never learn more.
As for suitability -
It's interesting, isn't it? Robin Hood isn't a figure I would have associated with myself in any capacity. As a celebrity, it hardly follows the tradition of stealing from the rich to give back to the poor. I would argue the opposite.
In fact, in my research, I found some rather dire conflicting accounts of Robin Hood. Hero or villain, savior or murderer - it truly makes you wonder.
Though in saying that, I don't know anything about Azathoth and despite my search of the library, I've yet to learn a thing. I hesitate to say it suits you until I learn more. Something I'm eager to do with our return back to reality.
Ugh.]
Please keep in mind it's not as simple as opening up a phone application. Going into the cognitive world is seemingly random. You may never learn more.
As for suitability -
It's interesting, isn't it? Robin Hood isn't a figure I would have associated with myself in any capacity. As a celebrity, it hardly follows the tradition of stealing from the rich to give back to the poor. I would argue the opposite.
In fact, in my research, I found some rather dire conflicting accounts of Robin Hood. Hero or villain, savior or murderer - it truly makes you wonder.
Though in saying that, I don't know anything about Azathoth and despite my search of the library, I've yet to learn a thing. I hesitate to say it suits you until I learn more. Something I'm eager to do with our return back to reality.
[ Akechi Goro, if anyone can enter the cognitive world without even something as helpful and simple as a phone app, it's gonna be him. Literally! ]
I didn't know there was that much variance in the legends about Robin Hood. That's a fascinating dichotomy.
If I can add one thing... You know your own mind better than anyone, but just from how I've come to know you, I can say there's much more to you than your celebrity status and image. Whether Robin Hood suits you or not probably has little to do with that.
If that were the case, maybe your soul would manifest as Poirot. Or Detective Conan!
Hah, I'm kidding, obviously.
Anyway, to be fair, I don't know very much about Azathoth either - and obviously I didn't have any time to research between its awakening and my arrival here. I only know it's a primordial god. The suitability is more of a general feeling I have than anything backed by literary evidence, I suppose.
It's all so strange to discuss. I don't know how you went about things alone, even for a short amount of time.
I didn't know there was that much variance in the legends about Robin Hood. That's a fascinating dichotomy.
If I can add one thing... You know your own mind better than anyone, but just from how I've come to know you, I can say there's much more to you than your celebrity status and image. Whether Robin Hood suits you or not probably has little to do with that.
If that were the case, maybe your soul would manifest as Poirot. Or Detective Conan!
Hah, I'm kidding, obviously.
Anyway, to be fair, I don't know very much about Azathoth either - and obviously I didn't have any time to research between its awakening and my arrival here. I only know it's a primordial god. The suitability is more of a general feeling I have than anything backed by literary evidence, I suppose.
It's all so strange to discuss. I don't know how you went about things alone, even for a short amount of time.
[Sometimes -
It feels like Joker on the other end of this phone. Only the edges of him because that boy was in a league of his own - untouchable until he wasn't. There's no comparison, even against Maruki.
But he reads 'there's more to you than your celebrity status and image' and-
Before he was a celebrity, he was no one. Not a single thought spared to Akechi Goro.
Maruki will never see Akechi Goro in full, even with the bits and pieces that fray off in his presence, but -
He screencaps the message. Waits. Reads it again and-
Deletes it. Back to the topic. He ignores the first portion.]
A primordial god - it certainly has the abilities of one. The range of your skills as a newcomer is quite astounding and they're only due to grow.
I wonder what makes you so special. A humble counselor with a desire to help and assist manifesting the spirit of ancient deity. To think an altruistic heart could form something so powerful. Moments like this - it's exciting for me. The cognitive world is one of the most fascinating mysteries I've ever stumbled on.
But it's less difficult than you would think to work alone, thanks to the notes and research from dedicated professionals like yourself.
It feels like Joker on the other end of this phone. Only the edges of him because that boy was in a league of his own - untouchable until he wasn't. There's no comparison, even against Maruki.
But he reads 'there's more to you than your celebrity status and image' and-
Before he was a celebrity, he was no one. Not a single thought spared to Akechi Goro.
Maruki will never see Akechi Goro in full, even with the bits and pieces that fray off in his presence, but -
He screencaps the message. Waits. Reads it again and-
Deletes it. Back to the topic. He ignores the first portion.]
A primordial god - it certainly has the abilities of one. The range of your skills as a newcomer is quite astounding and they're only due to grow.
I wonder what makes you so special. A humble counselor with a desire to help and assist manifesting the spirit of ancient deity. To think an altruistic heart could form something so powerful. Moments like this - it's exciting for me. The cognitive world is one of the most fascinating mysteries I've ever stumbled on.
But it's less difficult than you would think to work alone, thanks to the notes and research from dedicated professionals like yourself.
Hmm...
What I just said about your image goes for my profession as well. Azathoth predates that by years. Honestly, it predates any interest in helping others beyond those closest to me.
I appreciate any kind words you have to say about my altruism, but I also think it's being given undue weight.
Hopefully when this nightmare clears up and we have a little breathing room, I can tell you the full story of why Azathoth came to me.
[ Or as full as it can be, anyway. And if he does, there's no avoiding talking about the memory they shared.
It twists in his chest weakly, too tired to be frightened of the notion. It feels nearly impossible right now that this will ever end.
Which, well– ]
I have another question entirely unrelated to personas and the cognitive world, if it's alright. I don't want to distract you on your way out of the woods.
What I just said about your image goes for my profession as well. Azathoth predates that by years. Honestly, it predates any interest in helping others beyond those closest to me.
I appreciate any kind words you have to say about my altruism, but I also think it's being given undue weight.
Hopefully when this nightmare clears up and we have a little breathing room, I can tell you the full story of why Azathoth came to me.
[ Or as full as it can be, anyway. And if he does, there's no avoiding talking about the memory they shared.
It twists in his chest weakly, too tired to be frightened of the notion. It feels nearly impossible right now that this will ever end.
Which, well– ]
I have another question entirely unrelated to personas and the cognitive world, if it's alright. I don't want to distract you on your way out of the woods.
[That's a surprise - an offer he won't forget. Maruki the counselor comes second to Maruki the liar, after all. Having an opportunity to hear the truth, willingly, from his own lips -
Well, he'll withhold judgement until then.]
I'll hold you to it. It's something I would like to hear.
As you said, we are more than our image. A full story is always preferable to a pretty little book cover.
Feel free to ask your question.
Well, he'll withhold judgement until then.]
I'll hold you to it. It's something I would like to hear.
As you said, we are more than our image. A full story is always preferable to a pretty little book cover.
Feel free to ask your question.
[Lying is pointless. Maruki would see through it in an instant, given their experience together.
The text comes without a moment's hesitation.]
Of course, if the opportunity arises. Though I don't plan to go in recklessly.
I'll ask you the same - though I feel like your answer is as obvious as mine.
The text comes without a moment's hesitation.]
Of course, if the opportunity arises. Though I don't plan to go in recklessly.
I'll ask you the same - though I feel like your answer is as obvious as mine.
Yes.
[ A couple minutes of ... appearing, disappearing, reappearing as he says too much, not enough, untrue things, sentimental things. Nothing correct enough to send until he lands on: ]
I've spent enough time feeling helpless.
[ Over the past two weeks. During his captivity thus far in Somnius. Throughout his entire life. Everything, all of it. ]
I won't tell you to stay safe, I know that isn't possible here. But when you do go, please try not to die. I can heal everything else up to that point, so give him hell.
I'm making stir fry, whenever you come home.
[ A couple minutes of ... appearing, disappearing, reappearing as he says too much, not enough, untrue things, sentimental things. Nothing correct enough to send until he lands on: ]
I've spent enough time feeling helpless.
[ Over the past two weeks. During his captivity thus far in Somnius. Throughout his entire life. Everything, all of it. ]
I won't tell you to stay safe, I know that isn't possible here. But when you do go, please try not to die. I can heal everything else up to that point, so give him hell.
I'm making stir fry, whenever you come home.
Edited (WORDS GOD. THE BEER SLEEPIES GOT ME) 2024-06-21 23:02 (UTC)
[In the depths of that palace, Mementos - somewhere in the cognitive world-
He remembers the first time Loki slaughtered without remorse or mercy. A relentless assault spurned by feeling trapped, helpless, lost and-
Powerful.
Maruki is powerful.
Maruki is trapped. Helpless. Lost. Looking to unleash the same unrelenting fury against a world that's wronged him through forced capture, through the loss of a friend, through a distortion of reality. ]
I will not die.
You will not die.
[Another sentence typed out, deleted - you really are more than your image lost to backspaces and rewrites.]
Whether you face the Green Knight or not, you are not helpless nor weak. No part of your will is. A battle doesn't change that, won or lost. Go in with a clear head to assess the fight.
Sometimes a battle is won through wit above force. Other times, you must be merciless.
[Another pause. More typing. The trees cling to the earth around him. It's stifling - Loki could rip it apart. ]
Azathoth is strong because you are. Not the other way around.
After dinner, let's focus on guarding without your tentacle friends - if they become subdued, you need to be prepared.
He remembers the first time Loki slaughtered without remorse or mercy. A relentless assault spurned by feeling trapped, helpless, lost and-
Powerful.
Maruki is powerful.
Maruki is trapped. Helpless. Lost. Looking to unleash the same unrelenting fury against a world that's wronged him through forced capture, through the loss of a friend, through a distortion of reality. ]
I will not die.
You will not die.
[Another sentence typed out, deleted - you really are more than your image lost to backspaces and rewrites.]
Whether you face the Green Knight or not, you are not helpless nor weak. No part of your will is. A battle doesn't change that, won or lost. Go in with a clear head to assess the fight.
Sometimes a battle is won through wit above force. Other times, you must be merciless.
[Another pause. More typing. The trees cling to the earth around him. It's stifling - Loki could rip it apart. ]
Azathoth is strong because you are. Not the other way around.
After dinner, let's focus on guarding without your tentacle friends - if they become subdued, you need to be prepared.
[ As he hiked a cliffside with Venat, before this nightmare, even before the labyrinth, he told her: Back in our reality, Akechi-kun and I never would have had reason to meet, and he's become someone important to me here.
As he dried off outside the lake with Luz, discussing dreamers who have left and dreamers who still could, he told her: If my housemate was taken, I would be bereft.
It wasn't a consolation prize meant to make the circumstances of their captivity seem less worrisome. And it wasn't lip service meant to empathize and further a bond growing between counselor and patient. It was the truth.
It sits heavy somewhere deep in the center of his sternum now. Bright and warm. ]
Thank you, Akechi. Anything else I could say in response would be inadequate.
Actually, I will say one thing...
So you believe me now that the tentacles are friendly! I wasn't lying to you back in my dream, was I?
See you soon.
As he dried off outside the lake with Luz, discussing dreamers who have left and dreamers who still could, he told her: If my housemate was taken, I would be bereft.
It wasn't a consolation prize meant to make the circumstances of their captivity seem less worrisome. And it wasn't lip service meant to empathize and further a bond growing between counselor and patient. It was the truth.
It sits heavy somewhere deep in the center of his sternum now. Bright and warm. ]
Thank you, Akechi. Anything else I could say in response would be inadequate.
Actually, I will say one thing...
So you believe me now that the tentacles are friendly! I wasn't lying to you back in my dream, was I?
See you soon.
youve been practicing?
[ she's a little impressed. ]
[ she's a little impressed. ]
[ God, what the fuck.
There's not much else in Maruki's mind other than that, and very little holding him together aside from residual adrenaline, as he makes his way back to the castle. He's healed from the wounds sustained toward the end of the fight. His hands haven't stopped trembling. He's exhausted. Azathoth is, perhaps somewhat concerningly, much less exhausted.
Food. Shower. Sleep. Possibly for sixteen hours minimum.
It's quiet; everything is quiet with the sudden loss of the Green Knight, his beasts and his army of the enthralled. But it's a welcome sort of quiet. Home. Maruki takes a moment to lean against the front door after he closes it behind him (Etiquette Lessons For Bugs) and breathe. Considers foregoing the first two points of business and just passing out. Forces himself up to care for himself like a true adult.
Care for anyone else who might be around, too. It's barely a dinner, more reminiscent of what little he had the energy to throw together during the most harrowing times in endless graduate school hell – spaghetti neapolitan assembled in a clumsy, half-aware manner. It's a miracle he manages to chop sausage and mushrooms to add. It'll taste good – a simple comfort food, of course it will – but his mind is so far elsewhere, it's all done by pure muscle memory.
A text fired off to Akechi when it's nearly done: ]
I just finished making dinner if you're anywhere near home.
[ Easy. Simple. Back to routine as normal. As if the Green Knight's forest hasn't relinquished its hold on Somnius after two long weeks.
Nailed it. Nothing questionable about this! ]
There's not much else in Maruki's mind other than that, and very little holding him together aside from residual adrenaline, as he makes his way back to the castle. He's healed from the wounds sustained toward the end of the fight. His hands haven't stopped trembling. He's exhausted. Azathoth is, perhaps somewhat concerningly, much less exhausted.
Food. Shower. Sleep. Possibly for sixteen hours minimum.
It's quiet; everything is quiet with the sudden loss of the Green Knight, his beasts and his army of the enthralled. But it's a welcome sort of quiet. Home. Maruki takes a moment to lean against the front door after he closes it behind him (Etiquette Lessons For Bugs) and breathe. Considers foregoing the first two points of business and just passing out. Forces himself up to care for himself like a true adult.
Care for anyone else who might be around, too. It's barely a dinner, more reminiscent of what little he had the energy to throw together during the most harrowing times in endless graduate school hell – spaghetti neapolitan assembled in a clumsy, half-aware manner. It's a miracle he manages to chop sausage and mushrooms to add. It'll taste good – a simple comfort food, of course it will – but his mind is so far elsewhere, it's all done by pure muscle memory.
A text fired off to Akechi when it's nearly done: ]
I just finished making dinner if you're anywhere near home.
[ Easy. Simple. Back to routine as normal. As if the Green Knight's forest hasn't relinquished its hold on Somnius after two long weeks.
Nailed it. Nothing questionable about this! ]
[There's a stillness that overtakes the world in an instant - the enthralled he was pressuring into battle-
Shifts back. Returns to normal with a sudden, uneasy clarity. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why the air is less stifling or the echoes of battle end.
Anticlimactic, honestly.
He's busy checking the network to see who's gloating about a battle won - either against the Green Knight or Night Sky. Perhaps both, if the intensity of her thrall was any indication the one time he's seen her.
Nothing on the network, but -
A text comes through. Dinner - he's close enough to make it and the ever popular counselor may have more clues on the victor than he does. Patient confidentiality or not, Akechi's sure that will slip if he knows. It's an information exchange, not a gossip session. The power behind whoever took down the Green Knight must be astronomical. Needs to be known. Needs to be watched.
Akechi sends back an instant, simple text confirmation - a new habit formed from their enthrallment check-ins.
It's only when he settles into his usual barstool with the plate of spaghetti in front of him, that he notes Maruki's general appearance. Demeanor. Their nights are spent in soft spoken conversation. Quieter with the recent events. The bone deep exhaustion that comes from corralling enthralled along with the mental strain of dealing with every memory that appears in that lake. The latter a non-concern for Akechi, who could care less about whatever sob story appears in the water from those stupid enough to linger, but-
Maruki is different. Days spent counseling prior, only to continue with those whose fresh wounds appear on the water's surface. It's his choice. Akechi's sympathy limited to the negatives, but that doesn't negate the effect on a person.
He takes a couple bites before speaking - it's good, as usual. The sauce is messy and wipes his mouth with a napkin, ever polite.]
Have you heard anything interesting?
Shifts back. Returns to normal with a sudden, uneasy clarity. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why the air is less stifling or the echoes of battle end.
Anticlimactic, honestly.
He's busy checking the network to see who's gloating about a battle won - either against the Green Knight or Night Sky. Perhaps both, if the intensity of her thrall was any indication the one time he's seen her.
Nothing on the network, but -
A text comes through. Dinner - he's close enough to make it and the ever popular counselor may have more clues on the victor than he does. Patient confidentiality or not, Akechi's sure that will slip if he knows. It's an information exchange, not a gossip session. The power behind whoever took down the Green Knight must be astronomical. Needs to be known. Needs to be watched.
Akechi sends back an instant, simple text confirmation - a new habit formed from their enthrallment check-ins.
It's only when he settles into his usual barstool with the plate of spaghetti in front of him, that he notes Maruki's general appearance. Demeanor. Their nights are spent in soft spoken conversation. Quieter with the recent events. The bone deep exhaustion that comes from corralling enthralled along with the mental strain of dealing with every memory that appears in that lake. The latter a non-concern for Akechi, who could care less about whatever sob story appears in the water from those stupid enough to linger, but-
Maruki is different. Days spent counseling prior, only to continue with those whose fresh wounds appear on the water's surface. It's his choice. Akechi's sympathy limited to the negatives, but that doesn't negate the effect on a person.
He takes a couple bites before speaking - it's good, as usual. The sauce is messy and wipes his mouth with a napkin, ever polite.]
Have you heard anything interesting?
[ He's quiet, even for how they've been in recent days– nights? Well, it's night now, not the eternal misty darkess they were mired in but the usual twilight of Somnius winding down.
What an anticlimax it must be to everyone but two. Three, including Sky, who surely knows. He should check on her, but–
He sits next to Akechi at the bar, half his own plate already eaten by the time he arrived, the other half suddenly unappealing as the conversation goes exactly where he knew it would go.
A hesitation that he's too tired to hide. Akechi will see it, he knows. ]
No, no one's told me anything about it.
[ Not a lie, actually.
A long sip of water.
Glasses removed to clean against his button down. There's a crack along a top corner of the left lens from where he was struck by tree shrapnel. The only visible sign of physical wear.
He looks over at Akechi, blurred even only a foot away from him. ]
What about you?
[ They weren't exactly quiet or subtle. Anyone could have seen or heard, posted on the network asking what the hell was up with the light show of cosmic proportions. Maruki hasn't checked. He feels sick just thinking about the possibility of someone inquiring. ]
What an anticlimax it must be to everyone but two. Three, including Sky, who surely knows. He should check on her, but–
He sits next to Akechi at the bar, half his own plate already eaten by the time he arrived, the other half suddenly unappealing as the conversation goes exactly where he knew it would go.
A hesitation that he's too tired to hide. Akechi will see it, he knows. ]
No, no one's told me anything about it.
[ Not a lie, actually.
A long sip of water.
Glasses removed to clean against his button down. There's a crack along a top corner of the left lens from where he was struck by tree shrapnel. The only visible sign of physical wear.
He looks over at Akechi, blurred even only a foot away from him. ]
What about you?
[ They weren't exactly quiet or subtle. Anyone could have seen or heard, posted on the network asking what the hell was up with the light show of cosmic proportions. Maruki hasn't checked. He feels sick just thinking about the possibility of someone inquiring. ]
Edited 2024-06-22 17:34 (UTC)
Yes, actually.
[There's no reluctance in his own voice, despite the blatant lie. His gaze settles on Maruki - a man unguarded, but hesitant in his words and actions.
That's interesting.
They're both liars with their own mission, but mutually beneficial information is easily spilled from both their lips. All exchanges meant to facilitate their common goal - a shared desire to return to reality.
Maruki's exhausted. From a battle, maybe. A normal enthralled may be overpowering for him with his newly gained, strange, and largely unknown abilities. Strong or not, he doesn't have years of stamina behind him.
Akechi twirls spaghetti around his chopsticks - mindless and without a single bite. A swirl that becomes a mini pasta tornado decoration at the edge of his plate, before he plucks some mushrooms to chew on instead.]
Ah, but you may be too tired to hear it.
[A crack on his glasses, slumped more than normal - looking at him, but barely.
How obvious could he be. After months of spending so much time together-
Akechi's almost insulted.]
That's too bad.
[There's no reluctance in his own voice, despite the blatant lie. His gaze settles on Maruki - a man unguarded, but hesitant in his words and actions.
That's interesting.
They're both liars with their own mission, but mutually beneficial information is easily spilled from both their lips. All exchanges meant to facilitate their common goal - a shared desire to return to reality.
Maruki's exhausted. From a battle, maybe. A normal enthralled may be overpowering for him with his newly gained, strange, and largely unknown abilities. Strong or not, he doesn't have years of stamina behind him.
Akechi twirls spaghetti around his chopsticks - mindless and without a single bite. A swirl that becomes a mini pasta tornado decoration at the edge of his plate, before he plucks some mushrooms to chew on instead.]
Ah, but you may be too tired to hear it.
[A crack on his glasses, slumped more than normal - looking at him, but barely.
How obvious could he be. After months of spending so much time together-
Akechi's almost insulted.]
That's too bad.
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