[GRIPS UR SHOULDERS DEALER'S CHOICE ME im good with whatever you think is most interesting no worries abt spoilies or cws or whatever YIPPIE
For now, Lucas stands in front of the door leading to the new locations. He's not going through it just yet - he's just holding it open and kind of peering in. It's fuckin spooky in here...]
[ But anyway, shadows now. Welcome to Tengen-sama's lair.
Sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers. That is the mantra that you live by, and that is what carries you through all your missions. The steady maintenance of Tengen-sama is critical to the stability of Japan.
But Satoru had said no unwilling sacrifices, and despite your morality and big talk, you always put your family first. And now, that includes Riko. You've only known her for a scant couple of days, but you've both decided that you won't be her executioners. You'll find another way, because you're the strongest, and you always do.
WELL. ONCE AGAIN he's thrust into someone else's memory and once again it's a horrible fucking memory because no one in this bar has lived a single happy moment in their lifetime, apparently.
Also, what is up with these fuckers and having people die in front of their salads? Hello?? Lucas is so wrapped up in the feeling of certainty over how things will play out and the warmth of newfound family that the sudden gunshot shakes him just as badly as it startled all of the anime-onlies. The fact that it cuts off so abruptly means he literally just comes out of the memory taking a jerking step forward, like he could reach for the falling body of a person he doesn't recognize but now feels like he knows.]
Anyway. Geto will literally never recover from the heartbreak of that day. He knows that, and thinks that it's only right. Riko was 14, ready to sacrifice her life for Japan before deciding that she wanted to take a chance on living.
Riko had said that she had always been special, but in the end, her life had meant nothing to the Jujutsu Higher Ups or the non-sorcerers she was trying to protect.
When Lucas steps forward, he reaches out a hand to keep him steady, sympathetic to the surprise he must be feeling. ]
But Lucas would be in the same position, really, if he had been the one to go through this - to actually go through this, and not experience a little sliver of it that he can then summarily detach himself from once again. He stares for a second at the shadowy ground where there is still no body before looking up toward Geto.]
Who... Who did that to her...?
[THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE GUNS IN VIRCHE HE'S NEVER SEEN ONE FIRED.]
[THIS IS SO HATEFUL!!!! He's just quiet for a second because this is a lot to parse with the minimal context he has.]
A hired killer... [Just repeating the words back, a little stunned. Arpechele has its problems but they don't have child-killing hired hitman out there, god.] ...Were you able to lay her to rest?
[The way he gets the other half of this scenario through Gojo's eyes later and finds one of these experiences so much more unnerving than the other, even if both are horrific and terrible.]
...I see... Then I hope that her soul can be at peace.
[Just gazing at him with a thoughtful sort of expression, himself. Maybe he's depressing or maybe he's just depressed... Or maybe it's Maybelline.]
You would be in good company here. [Said a little wryly STOP ROASTING PEOPLE FOR SPORT.] ...But wouldn't you agree that even if there isn't much, there's still some?
[ Oh... Geto's weakness: small girls in need of help. The helplessness from the memory has him frowning, and the despair and confusion are familiar.
But Lucas reaches out for salvation, desperate to save his sister, whereas Geto remains hesitant, uncertain of the figure that arrives, and too tired yet to hold onto hope. ]
Did she live? [ It must've been a while ago. ] What's a Reliver?
[SMALL GIRLS IN NEED OF HELP!!!! Sometimes people are just out here keeling over left and right.
He shakes the memory off pretty easily since he's seen it so many times.]
She did, yes. [This part, said with a softness to his tone and expression. Then, a little more somber:] ...In order to circumvent the curse, one can choose to become a Reliver. Reliver technology can clone the body and transfer the personality, memories and so on of an individual, so that they may continue living.
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For now, Lucas stands in front of the door leading to the new locations. He's not going through it just yet - he's just holding it open and kind of peering in. It's fuckin spooky in here...]
Have you taken a look yet...?
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Just briefly. It kind of sucks.
[ But anyway, shadows now. Welcome to Tengen-sama's lair.
But Satoru had said no unwilling sacrifices, and despite your morality and big talk, you always put your family first. And now, that includes Riko. You've only known her for a scant couple of days, but you've both decided that you won't be her executioners. You'll find another way, because you're the strongest, and you always do.
That's what you expect when you hold your hand out to hers. ]
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WELL. ONCE AGAIN he's thrust into someone else's memory and once again it's a horrible fucking memory because no one in this bar has lived a single happy moment in their lifetime, apparently.
Also, what is up with these fuckers and having people die in front of their salads? Hello?? Lucas is so wrapped up in the feeling of certainty over how things will play out and the warmth of newfound family that the sudden gunshot shakes him just as badly as it startled all of the anime-onlies. The fact that it cuts off so abruptly means he literally just comes out of the memory taking a jerking step forward, like he could reach for the falling body of a person he doesn't recognize but now feels like he knows.]
Ah—!?
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Anyway. Geto will literally never recover from the heartbreak of that day. He knows that, and thinks that it's only right. Riko was 14, ready to sacrifice her life for Japan before deciding that she wanted to take a chance on living.
Riko had said that she had always been special, but in the end, her life had meant nothing to the Jujutsu Higher Ups or the non-sorcerers she was trying to protect.
When Lucas steps forward, he reaches out a hand to keep him steady, sympathetic to the surprise he must be feeling. ]
Whoa.
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But Lucas would be in the same position, really, if he had been the one to go through this - to actually go through this, and not experience a little sliver of it that he can then summarily detach himself from once again. He stares for a second at the shadowy ground where there is still no body before looking up toward Geto.]
Who... Who did that to her...?
[THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE GUNS IN VIRCHE HE'S NEVER SEEN ONE FIRED.]
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With a relatively detached tone, ] A hired killer. She had a pretty hefty bounty on her head for being a kid.
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A hired killer... [Just repeating the words back, a little stunned. Arpechele has its problems but they don't have child-killing hired hitman out there, god.] ...Were you able to lay her to rest?
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Satoru was. He avenged her, and retrieved her body.
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...I see... Then I hope that her soul can be at peace.
[In Heaven, he thinks Catholically.]
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I don't know if it's that easy to find peace, but I hope so.
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[A little bit of a pause, and then:]
Finding peace is difficult, though. In life, it can be nearly impossible. It makes sense to assume that death may be much the same.
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[ Looking thoughtful. ]
But maybe I'm just depressing.
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You would be in good company here. [Said a little wryly STOP ROASTING PEOPLE FOR SPORT.] ...But wouldn't you agree that even if there isn't much, there's still some?
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But he snorts. ]
I meant more back where I come from. But here?
... I don't know. It's hard to say how things will progress.
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[SO MANY PEOPLE ARE ALREADY DEAD also i keep forgetting help a memory plays for Geto, yippie!]
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But Lucas reaches out for salvation, desperate to save his sister, whereas Geto remains hesitant, uncertain of the figure that arrives, and too tired yet to hold onto hope. ]
Did she live? [ It must've been a while ago. ] What's a Reliver?
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He shakes the memory off pretty easily since he's seen it so many times.]
She did, yes. [This part, said with a softness to his tone and expression. Then, a little more somber:] ...In order to circumvent the curse, one can choose to become a Reliver. Reliver technology can clone the body and transfer the personality, memories and so on of an individual, so that they may continue living.
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But that's not how she was saved?
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Her affliction was separate from the curse.
[Can you imagine that. Being cursed but also having another separate sickness.]
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How did they cure her?
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[Yeah!]
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Medication was a part of her treatments, yes.
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