#omg we're both sort of testing them out LETS GOOOOOO

[spirestar]

@fumalsamakah : one muse is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them / megumi n yuji! Lawl

Fear is a feeling that comes with a physical sensation. Ice water down his spine, static in his mind that finally tunes properly, evens out into nothing but the blood rushing in his ears. Fights go oddly quiet in his ears sometimes -- Megumi's mind silences blows and aches ( not often taunts, unfortunately ) until he's spitting red. Even then he never bends under it all. What's so different about now?

A lot of things, his numb conscience supplies. Yuji is Yuji. It's always different with him / Has been since the beginning. Maybe that's why his ribs feel like they're caving in on themselves, snapping under each beat of his heart and shooting the muscle's beating into his every fingertip.

It's not Sukuna. Whatever this thing is that's morphing Yuji's arms and legs, twisting his usual cursed energy into something like sand gritting between teeth and wood splinters pressing under nails, his face warping strangely beneath whatever odd coating this technique being used on them provides. It's on Megumi, too -- his hands are plastered to a wall as the sensation creeps up to his elbows -- but latched itself onto Yuji first. And there's nowhere to escape to: Sukuna has saved Megumi through Yuji before, Yuji and he will keep trying to save one another, but, but--

"Itadori!" Megumi struggles against the odd feeling in his arms as they begin to go purely numb, crumbling at the edges. "Yuji, stop--" It's covering him entirely, turning his friend, his friend, into a splitting sand castle of a boy, the user puppettering his limbs from wherever it is they're hiding now, and Megumi can't think, can't think of the right way to repel the thing eating away at him because it's Yuji throwing blows at him, this time one at his head that he hardly dodges quickly enough to avoid his skull can be cracked open. The concrete wall takes the hit poorly, spraying him in chips of it. "Yuji! Quit it, it's Fushiguro!" Breathing is starting to hurt. Not good. How must Yuji be feeling underneath that technique? Worse, so much worse. Megumi is sure of it. Using the place his hands are plastered to the wall, he lifts his legs so he can kick at Yuji's chest -- Hard enough to make him stumble, but with enough control to be sure whatever ability is being used on them doesn't rip Yuji open from the force. "Listen to me!"