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WHO: GIORNO and u
WHERE: [waves hand]
WHEN: memshare event
WHAT: i have two prompts OTA and a few that are closed to some people who've specifically requested for certain things. if there's something else you'd like that isn't listed, pm me!
WARNINGS: see each prompt; warnings are underneath headers. giorno is a yellow, so the memory share will be physical! if you're going with the OTA prompt, you can pm me with how the contact will happen, otherwise we can put it down with some subtle gesture (acquaintances) or something a little bit more general (friends) or accidental (we can work it out or i'll roll with something).

A. DI MOLTO (OTA)
warnings for: generalized violence, choking, blood, body horror

[ whoever touches this memory will feel parts of their body be removed. the removal is swift and will seem like something has been shot from a distance, and upon contact to the skin, removes flesh and bone until a box-shaped hole is missing from the body. first, the throat, causing them to have problems breathing as the airway is removed. blood runs down the mouth as they struggle to breathe, though they're still alive. should they struggle - as giorno has done in the memory - chunks of the foot will be removed, an incison above the toes to prevent them from escaping. finally an attempt to remove the eyes, starting with the left eye. the near-certainty of the feeling that one will die, either from choking or something else.

in the memory giorno confronts an inhuman-looking gremlin which is melone's stand, though the character involved with the memory won't really know that. what they will feel after the momentary struggle to escape and minutes before passing out is also - the reversal of these effects. giorno standing and walking and talking, having figured out how to use gold experience in order to patch up the missing pieces of his body. something 'fits' into the hole on his throat and it expands into a pocket of skin that hisses and contracts as it slowly fills in the spaces where the box-shape was carved over the throat. a foot reconstituting itself, attaching bone and muscle inch by inch. an eye replaced. it feels like parts of the body crawling back into itself and melding into something more cohesive; one minute it isn't yours, and the next, entirely immobile like it had been your body all along. ]

B. BUCELLATI'S COMING (OTA)
warnings for: nausea, decapitation, dismemberment, depersonalisation

[ "my name is bruno bucellati. answer me! this interrogation has now become a torture session."

a train ride. supposedly to school, but that's interrupted for a little torture session with a man in a white suit and a bob cut. there is the physical feeling of being hit, and then all of a sudden, the feeling of bile rising to the throat only to realize that a dead man's fingers have come right out of the mouth, blood dripping from where they have been ripped from the joints.

"those are luca's fingers," bruno was saying. "in reality, they finished leaky-eyed luca off. the boss didn't see much point in keeping him alive .... if you don't start talking, the torture will escalate!"

giorno's neck starts to tilt on an unnatural degree - an almost perpendicular angle to the shoulder, and upon close inspection it feels like it's being held together by zippers around his neck. it will feel like the head has been detached and is hanging by a loose thread of muscle, unreal, the body unable to detect that it's in complete danger but recognizing the pain. ]

C. KIDS THESE DAYS (ZELDA)
warnings for: child abuse (physical violence, neglect)

[ this memory is of a child's: the body is significantly smaller and the surroundings much bigger, the light a lot more harsh than it has any right to be. there is a lot of yelling and screaming that thunders in the room, and it becomes clear from the feeble voice of the child that this man is meant to be a father figure. whatever it is that they are talking about it reduces the child to a small ball, shoulders hunched up in an attempt to protect himself, until the voices reach a fury that came out of nowhere. then follows physical blows: from a hand, from a belt, the backside of a shoe, again and again until one tastes the floor. iron in the mouth. the blows weren't brief and it seemed like they would go on forever, or for as long as the father could sustain it.

in the evening, a woman comes that is supposed to be the mother. she tucks him in and leaves. if she had seen the bruises, she makes no comments upon it. the child begs for the lights to be kept on, but the woman laughs. "don't be silly, haruno. how will you sleep?"

i'm scared -

"you're big now, you should know better than to be scared!"

the lights are turned off. the kid is left to deal with bruises beneath a thin blanket; from the muffled sounds in the pillows it sounds like he is whimpering and crying, until the voice stops and there is silence again. ]

D. WHITE ALBUM (JION)
warnings for: yaoi

[ "ow, fuck, that hurts! hey, be more gentle! not so rough, please, ow!"

"i told you, that isn't possible. you're part of the mob, aren't you? please don't make a scene .... i'll need to remove your clothes so i can tend to your injuries properly."

two other memories with this boy:

holding him close as he fires a gun, and one that is from an earlier time, where he's cutting bits of salami on a rock to feed some gremlins while giorno patiently waits for him to finish with an exasperated face, while he goes, "listen, if i don't feed them, they're going to start complaining."

it's a warm and pleasant feeling. amidst all of his other memories the kind with friends is few and far between and this one, upon being revealed, will confuse giorno in having shared it in the first place, stopping on his tracks as he realizes what had happened and falling silent as he remembers.

where there is physical contact it is brief but firm, and warm. ]

E. SLEEPING SLAVES (JOTARO)
warnings for: a bad boy

[ the memory is brief. it is giorno with his hair slightly dishevelled from a fight as he picks up a rather familiar item: an arrowhead with a beetle over the front. giorno, with conviction, says, "that which we have inherited from the departed must be taken onwards! i will not destroy this arrow."

a man that is familiar to him is there: jean-pierre polnareff watches him and it's hard to determine the look on his face with giorno's words, but he doesn't look like he disagrees with him; more like he understands. he looks like he's been through a lot, despite that cool mask. the latter half of his body seems to be in a turtle; what's up with that?

"put the arrow in the turtle," polnareff murmurs. "and that will do, giorno. that is the duty of the survivors."

there's not much to feel here physically unlike in other memories, save for the certainty in that the arrow that giorno is holding is real and not a replica. it feels old and heavy in giorno's hands. ]

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[ giorno nods in understanding. rather quietly, he muses, ] I think you mentioned something like that before.

[ giorno stays with them on the ground. he extends a hand towards him. ]

Let me take one from you - it's only fair.

[ a scar for a scar, though giorno never really keeps scars because of the nature of his power. ]

[ They give him an uncertain look. The memory roulette has not exactly been kind to them everytime they've had to share one with someone. But he's insisting, and if they're being honest, they're not sure if they can get up on their own, given how shaky they still feel. So they take his hand.

It's immediately evident that this is a battle. What else is immediately evident is the unnatural, inorganic feeling that their memories have been giving to everyone they touch; it's a complete absence of anything human, with no need to breathe or the presence of a beating heart...there's also a distinct lack of pain for the very obvious missing left arm he would become aware of within moments of this memory beginning.

But things are moving fast in this memory. The next noticeable thing is that there's a loud crack, coming from very high up in the air— and the source? A minty gem, decidedly not Cairngorm, just got beheaded. A being, neither human nor gem struck them from above with an arrow, having ambushed them from the shroud of a dark apparition. More of those beings emerge from the black cloud to greedily grab at the newly loose chunk of crystal (the expression on the face still one of shock), and they hastily pull it back into the safety of the vessel they'd emerged from.

You... You airhead!!! How many times can this happen?!

Cairngorm is yelling from below, fending off arrows with their scythe, one-armed. There's a black crystal arm that falls from the cloud, presumably theirs.

This is the one thing about you that I just— can't stand!!

They leap up in desperation to try and pierce the black cloud, any attempt to get the head of their supposed friend back. But getting closer to the cloud, Giorno would be able to see the figures of many of those strange, humanoid but definitely inhuman, waxy figures, all with their bows drawn in Cairngorm's direction. There's about half a second before all the arrows strike their body at once, shattering them into who knows how many pieces.

No pain at all. Just the strangest pressure, the sudden absence of feeling like a whole being. It's not nothing, but it's certainly milder than the sensations Giorno had given them. It makes up for intensity in the alien nature of the feeling. Next thing he'll know, it's Cairngorm's cold and smooth palm in his, very real with it's weight. ]

There. Satisfied?

[ it's a weird feeling, being inhuman. it's nothing like he expected and it's nothing like how the movies make it seem; cold, doll-like, lacking of anything resembling a will. the world that cairn presents is so alien to him that giorno, in the very beginning, thought he was in a set of some movie, with wax figures moving bizarrely through the air. the lack of feeling makes the whole scenario play in a way that seemed like he was underneath layers of insulation and he can't get out.

he's painfully reminded of why touch is necessary: he doesn't doubt that cairn and the other gem that he saw have a full range of emotions and their own will ~~and he's not a speciesist like lottie~~ but .... ]

Yes. Thank you.

[ he thinks about what to say about that memory, and finally settles with, ] Pain is a rather fickle teacher. In my experience, several different things happen when a kind of pressure is inflicted onto the body - it can become destroyed or reconstituted into something else; or the body remains the same but its parts become altered in such a way to accommodate the experience. Where the lack of a thing remains and the body just grows around it in a stubborn attempt to survive. [ giorno gives a rather grim smile. ] Of course, it's not as easy to put together a body after its destruction. And not everyone is given that chance either.

The other gem .... what happened to them after?

[ They listen to what he says, half understanding and half not. Reconstruction and metamorphosis for gems, at least in their understanding, is completely different than the way humans go about it. They'd never imagined organic bodies to rebuild the way Giorno's memory suggested— no, they didn't think any living thing could live like that. He's right, that pain is a fickle teacher. ]

We were able to attach another gem's head to their body, to revive them. They're fine. [ Cairngorm says this with a note of distance, averting their eyes now that they're standing. ] You might actually see them around here.

[ Those gold arms are unmistakable, even if the minty head in their memory had been replaced. ]

Gems can't grow new body parts like— you did. [ That's kind of what happened, right... ] But reattachment with new material is possible if our inclusions allow it.

"If your inclusions allow it". Is it alright to attach someone else's head to their body?

[ is it right to do so? he can't help but think of his father, and giorno purses his lips and suppresses a shudder as he thinks about it. ] Won't it be difficult for them to live after? How would their personality be like?

[ assuming the transition is seamless, he can't imagine how someone can live as themselves anymore once you've transplanted them to someone else. ]

[ They shrug. Such are the moral questions that were raised when they did the head transplant in the first place— personally, Cairngorm sees no problem with it. ]

They say they feel like themself, and that their thoughts are clear. Though there is undoubtedly a little bit of influence present... [ Of the other gem, that is. ] I wouldn't know to what extent. It's not like us gems had ever done something like that before.

[ They're a little curious why he seems so urgent about it, but they guess it's probably that the notion that it's even possible is just strange to him. It doesn't cross their mind to think that this sort of transplant would be possible for a human. ]

[ giorno is quiet for a while. and then when he speaks again, thinking of his father, his voice is slow and thoughtful as he says, ]

I know of a similar case back home. The dominant personality happens to be the one whose head is attached to the body, but the body remembers and consistently defies its will. It attracts those of a similar bloodline towards it - that'd be like ... the similar type or character of Gem for you.

In any case a body that is recreated with another - or given life - is never the same. [ his voice regains its certainty at this point. and it sounds like giorno is going to add more to it, and he would like to - but he doesn't and he just leaves it like that. ] Are they more durable? Or more brittle?

The answer to that question is very complicated.

[ His explanation, too, is complicated. They have a strong doubt that the situation he describes is close to Phos's at all, and it goes beyond just thinking that human and gem anatomies are too different for there to be any psychological similarities. Something about the way Giorno cuts himself off makes it seem like he doesn't want to get too far into whoever this formerly headless human is, anyway. ]

Crystals all have a certain hardness. For most gems, the crystal they're made of determines their durability... but Phosphophyllite is a unique case. Their head, arms, and legs are made of different materials. In terms of hardness alone, that head on their shoulders is a higher durability than their original material.

Higher durability, huh .... to be made of so many different parts already, what a troublesome gem they are. [ head, arms and legs? they sound like a very expensive lego, although he doesn't say that aloud. ]

But rebuilding them must be difficult, if they ever get into a fight or an accident or something. [ he frowns, thinking about how cairn talked about putting themselves together back in that fight. ] You're made of one gem entirely, right? To rebuild a gem like that, you'd have to have a little bit of whatever made them up in the first place, right? Depending on which part was broken? [ a frown. he's not sure if he got that one right. ]

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Under normal circumstances, yes, a gem can only accept replacements of a similar makeup to their own, if they lose something permanently. Phos, on the other hand, seems to be able to accept any material... if they lost more of themself, they could probably use whatever to replace it.

[ Franken Phos gives them quite a bit of stress, all things considered. They look a bit exasperated even explaining it. ]

As you can probably tell, they have a bad habit of losing parts of themself. Believe me when I say there's no other gem like that.

Well, they're certainly at the forefront of ... something. The amount of inclusions permissible with their kind of material at least allows you guys to figure out what's doable and what isn't within the limits of your physical reality.

[ reminds him of baby face, where giorno had to be quartered and diced before he figured out how to use gold experience in a way to heal him. or frankenstein him. ]

You should take care of them here. You don't have the material you need to replace whatever they need in case they persist in their habit of ... breaking. [ a pause. ] Especially given what the town keeps throwing at us.

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