Game 007 [Action] - I Solemnly Swear I am Up To... Wait, Wrong Fandom

[neverplaysfair]

[ If you're out at all in the village today, you're likely to notice Joshua. What's he doing? Well, walking. Just walking, in seemingly random straight lines: cutting across paths, making his way around buildings, jumping across streams, weaving through the trees... And since it's snowing heavily, he's been leaving tracks. Of course, they disappear before too long, but still. For just walking all over the place, he seems pretty involved in what he's doing. Feel free to come across him, well, anywhere within the village. ]

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[neverplaysfair]

I could always explain it without words.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you could.

[neverplaysfair]

Would you prefer that, or are you fine not knowing?

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He's crazy curious, but] I believe you were told to stay out of my head.

[neverplaysfair]

That's why I asked.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

And you're respecting that? Trying something new?

[neverplaysfair]

[ He chuckles softly. ] I can stop if you don't like it.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

It's... unexpected.

[neverplaysfair]

I told you. I see the bigger picture.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Fine. [It occurs to him that he ought to be reaching out to his rather limited support system before agreeing to something this stupid. He blames Draco entirely.] Show me. Make it fast.

[neverplaysfair]

Fast, hmm?

[ Have a quick Imprint, then. The goal of the Higher Plane: the unification of minds and the perfection of humanity. The state of the world when the barriers between consciounesses are no longer needed. The growth of Imagination. The improvement of the self, the overcoming of personal flaws. The progression from Reaper to Composer to Angel. All of these, in less than a second, and convoluted with the differences between the former and renewed lives of the ten or so best Players Joshua has seen, just to make it that much harder to absorb everything. ]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[It's entirely too much to figure out all at once; weeks from now, he'll still be piecing together what he thought he might have seen. Hisoka's certain that there are words and concepts and faces that just appeared in his psyche, but the sear is too immediate and registers primarily as pain. He stumbles forward, gritting his teeth.] Of course you would.

[neverplaysfair]

You asked for the big picture fast. Don't blame me just because there's a lot of information.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

How do you even do that? [He's sure the answer was already given to him, somewhere in the pile of names and sights, but he can't figure out where to begin trying to make sense of those.]

[neverplaysfair]

What, Imprint? It's just a simple transfer of thoughts.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

There's nothing simple about what you just did.

[neverplaysfair]

I found it rather easy, myself.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

You would.

[neverplaysfair]

Then why the question?

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He ignores that bit, still working through what Joshua had given him earlier.] Is any of this even real?

[neverplaysfair]

Even if I say it all is, do you trust me enough to believe my words?

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Probably not.

[neverplaysfair]

Then it doesn't matter what I say.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

What you did just now. Can you do it to everyone?

[neverplaysfair]

I can. Some people are more receptive than others.