Afterparty Buffet

[superstylishsquid]

[So, that trial sure happened, didn't it? And on nearly empty stomachs, no less. That's why people might catch Alastor headed for the kitchen as soon as they're out of the theater, obviously intent on making food. He's in there a while, actually, and the hallway outside of it smells strongly of some rather tasty food.

What he's up to will become clear when he goes around to tell people to visit the mess hall. There, he's set up a varied buffet on one of the tables, all of various foods easy to serve in small portions. This includes small slices of beef only very lightly seared on the outside, but also more fully cooked fare, and even a few fruit and vegetable dishes. Plus the requisite spread of alcohol, because it sure has been A Day, huh?

...Also, while Hermes obviously doesn't eat, he still gets the instructions to go to the mess hall. Huh.]

Comments

[superstylishsquid]

If we really are Devil Arms...and I know some of those powers listed match some I know personally...we should. A Devil Arm at its most basic is a soul with demonic power that's been transformed into or bound to a weapon.

I'm a longsword, for example, and I can normally turn into one and back at will. Aoi's a pretty distinctive set, and should have the power of a pair of twin scimitars.

Of course, that raises the question of what happened to the souls inside the weapons. Aoi's are incessant chatterboxes.

[voidseeing]

... mine would normally be a rifle.

[He sounds... surprisingly certain of this, for some reason.]

[superstylishsquid]

[Checking things...]

It doesn't match up with any Arm I'm familiar with...how are you so sure?

[voidseeing]

Where I come from, certain people's hearts - or you could say souls - can be physically manifested as a Void, with a shape and powers that are unique to its owner. Mine takes the form of a rifle.

Of course, given that they altered us enough to give us new powers, that may no longer hold true.

[superstylishsquid]

Huh...well, there are some Devil Arms that take the shape of guns. Nightmare β and Artemis come to mind...

[voidseeing]

And it would be just my luck if mine wasn't either one of those two.

[superstylishsquid]

Neither of them are really associated with metal, although the original Nightmare did have an armor-like shell...

[A shell he is highly familiar with.]

[voidseeing]

As long as whatever this weapon is is something I know how to fight with, you won't hear any complaints out of me.

[... which means "hopefully not a sword."]

[superstylishsquid]

My best guess is maybe Gilgamesh? An old devil who does have associations with organic metal, and got turned into a set of gauntlets.

[autonomousthought]

I was already a weapon, too... I guess being heavy artillery isn't allowed?

[She might be pouting a little.]

[superstylishsquid]

Well...there are rumors of one Arm that might be able to do something like that. Pandora's an especially dangerous one, though, and most Devil Arms are things you'd expect to carry around.

[autonomousthought]

So...the question is, what am I instead? Nothing that matches my usual style of shoot-on-sight...

[superstylishsquid]

Possibly one of the gauntlets...there are a few of those, and they all enhance physical abilities.

Possibly not Ifrit, though. If anyone, that's Hermes.

[autonomousthought]

That just feels like I'm being mocked...

[sure give her a body she can barely use and make her a weapon that demands using her body]

[superstylishsquid]

You feel mocked? I'm the guy who just got told I've been given the powers of something I already am!

[autonomousthought]

More than one person can be mocked at a time!

[superstylishsquid]

It's pretty obvious someone thinks they're hilarious.

[yesorwoof]

Your entire body turns into a sword? I thought swords might grow out of your hands so you can move more freely. Are you able to move when you are this longsword, as I move my sword? Are you able to speak or communicate? How do you turn back, just by will again? It's unfortunate if we're sharing with souls, but if our powers can evolve - especially if this is the same power you've been being about [as they talked over the notepad about how easy it would become to escape] - we might finally get somewhere.

[Alastor didn't see her with her toy chainsaw man, but it's pretty similar - her passion.]

[superstylishsquid]

[Well, he...didn't expect that excitement. It actually gets a bit of a smile out of him?]

Yeah, I turn into it completely. I can move to an extent, and...honestly, your power would remind me of myself, if not for the telekinesis part. I can communicate telepathically, though not all Devil Arms can, and turning back is the same as turning into the sword.

Our powers evolving...is probably us managing to tap more of our Devil Arm's power. Which means I might have a bit of an idea of what mine would do.

MODS // Chainsaw Man manga spoilers [censored] // sundry Chainsaw Man violence and despairs

[yesorwoof]

If I end up stuck, cut your palm open on the blade I am. That might be a way to snap me out of it. After the day I've had, I suspect turning back is what will be the hard part.

-She wants to control Chainsaw Man, of course, but becoming one with him had been a good option, she always dreamt of it. Either way she was connected to the incredible chaotic phenomenon that eliminated Devils, which always represented bad things. The second option was coming to her mind increasingly often as preferable to the third option, where she was inexplicably eliminated on this ship. That she was in a different world with a different system of fear and would never matter again, let alone be loved as she so diligently pretended to want. Isn't this what would eventually happen, when Chainsaw Man ate and digested her into his own molecules? She wouldn't have eyes, she'd be practically gone, but she'd be something. Why not his arm's iconic blade? If his sharp teeth can rip apart concepts from the very past in their own time - whatever those specifically were, she's furious to have forgotten them - why wouldn't this blade cut open a path back to their own world, where she'd finally make Conquest again? Instead of manipulating unworthy, pathetic toys that had the nerve to wander off and die before ever even getting close to her secrets? That glorious noise whenever the ripcord was pulled. The imitations she's been making of it are so pale.

And, well, she's thinking more and more that the others, who do trust her quite a lot and are generally susceptible to manipulation, really would deserve it if a mass execution or Chainsaw Man attack got them all killed. It's not hard to imagine that, either.-

[She undoes her tie and tugs it harshly aside, as she speaks clearly and evenly but for the first time ever in a voice that could be heard from as many as five meters away.]

Come save me, Chainsaw Man.

[As if the ripcord were pulled, turn her into the blade.]

[strangerpeople]

[It...does not go as intended. Makima does not turn into a sword, nor any other type of weapon.

She does feel a connection, though. A connection to something ancient, something hungry. There is an itch for blood. It is muffled as if walled off, but the connection to this Other, to the weapon, is there.

She has put her all into this effort, and can breach the gap just that much more. With it comes an understanding - Makima will see herself, surrounded by an assortment of floating weapons. She leaps into the air, the weapons moving freely in a whirling, chaotic, dangerous dance. She grabs a handle here, there, swinging and darting through the air as easily as any acrobat.

Makima has learned the Familiar's evolution.]

[yesorwoof]

-That was not what Makima expected. She is the ancient being, she drinks the blood. Makima expected, based on Alastor and Akane talking about how level the playing field had become, that she would turn into a sword that is one of many equally functioning tools almost like props in a Sentai warrior's set. Instead, she's. Herself but better? She's associated with the sword so strongly that if they thought a summoned axe couldn't possibly be her, it would be very convenient. But how to test that she can change the weapon she summons? Aha.-

[Makima is standing there on her own two feet. Awkward.]

Sword.

[She puts her hand out and attempts to summon a Chainsaw Man red sword.]

[strangerpeople]

[She can.]

[yesorwoof]

-Makima tries to remember what weapons she saw in the vision. The others are looking for guns and electronic objects. Makima would love a chainsaw or even a crossbow for variety, but she doesn't expect to find it. She expects to find things with handles. There are a few weapons she is looking for: a naginata, a mallet (like Power used, over two feet in diameter), and a smooth leather whip. And most importantly of all, does she feel the confidence to summon multiple weapons of these at once, with strength that is hers now, even if she isn't ready to try in front of Alastor yet?-

[With the summoned sword in her hand, she tries to telekinetically move her tie out of her other hand through the air, while the sword vibrates on her palm. Can she do both at once now? Is she not forced to unsummon the weapon?]

This might make it a lot easier to cook. Knife and ingredients moving.

[strangerpeople]

[We answer blackout with hover and hope it works.

As long as she maintains the requisite intent, she is not forced to unsummon the weapon.]