Let's do the Test Drive Again
I. BEARING FRUIT (NEW CHARACTERS ONLY)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. Youâre in your favorite place, with your favorite people. Itâs a moment of idyllic comfort.
And then, it goes wrong.
The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, theyâre not stars. Youâre certain. Theyâre watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people youâre with, but theyâre frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.
So you run, even though you know you wonât escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. Thereâs agony as if youâre being ripped apart, and thenâ
You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a womanâs voice speaks gently.
Iâm sorry it couldnât be saved. But, come, itâs time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, itâs odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, itâs warm. Familiar. Important. You donât know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.
The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as youâre buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you donât notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.
From a seed youâre born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.
And once youâve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.
And then, it goes wrong.
The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, theyâre not stars. Youâre certain. Theyâre watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people youâre with, but theyâre frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.
So you run, even though you know you wonât escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. Thereâs agony as if youâre being ripped apart, and thenâ
You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a womanâs voice speaks gently.
Iâm sorry it couldnât be saved. But, come, itâs time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, itâs odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, itâs warm. Familiar. Important. You donât know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.
The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as youâre buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you donât notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.
From a seed youâre born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.
And once youâve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.
II. BOUGH-BREAKER, ROOT-QUAKER
There are new Shard-Bearers at the Tree of Life, and Yima has asked that their elders return to the Tree to greet them, to bring them forth and answer their questions. She warns that it will be unlike the last time, for the Dryad's presence has gone -- the root-caverns of the Tree are damaged, the previous actions of some of the Shard-Bearers have left it injured, blackened by ill intent. Be careful, Commune where you must, but be aware that the Tree has reacted to its injury and will seek out the space within your Communions to make its agonies known.
All will experience the consequences to the actions of the few.
Whether awakening within or descending once more into the cavernous, root layer of the Tree of life is precarious; passages are maze-like, with claustrophobic squeezes and sudden chasms. Worse yet, is the miasma that hovers in the atmosphere. It leaches into your eyes, your skin, the space below your fingernails and drags through your lungs with every inhalation. Images of explosions, of fire and the sensation of shrapnel tearing through you begin to spark like fireworks within your mind. The pain builds, souring as it does.
The ambiance here is revolting. Great chasms have opened in the environment, threatening to pour inattentive Shard-Bearers into the Tree's deeper underbelly. The cloying, dark vapors around everyone dull the senses, until those you may have entered with are gone, or perhaps new bodies have joined you in the rancid space. The miasma urges you towards your baser desires, your desperate violence, and even as the Tree's pain evokes a sense of desperate self-defense, your Shard warms upon your body.
Somehow, the Tree still seeks to Commune with all -- pressing its need upon you: a single flame. A roaring pyre. A chilled ember.
All will experience the consequences to the actions of the few.
Whether awakening within or descending once more into the cavernous, root layer of the Tree of life is precarious; passages are maze-like, with claustrophobic squeezes and sudden chasms. Worse yet, is the miasma that hovers in the atmosphere. It leaches into your eyes, your skin, the space below your fingernails and drags through your lungs with every inhalation. Images of explosions, of fire and the sensation of shrapnel tearing through you begin to spark like fireworks within your mind. The pain builds, souring as it does.
The ambiance here is revolting. Great chasms have opened in the environment, threatening to pour inattentive Shard-Bearers into the Tree's deeper underbelly. The cloying, dark vapors around everyone dull the senses, until those you may have entered with are gone, or perhaps new bodies have joined you in the rancid space. The miasma urges you towards your baser desires, your desperate violence, and even as the Tree's pain evokes a sense of desperate self-defense, your Shard warms upon your body.
Somehow, the Tree still seeks to Commune with all -- pressing its need upon you: a single flame. A roaring pyre. A chilled ember.
THE GAME IS AFOOT
The Tree of Life cannot communicate but in abstract images and sounds, but the general gist of its need is eventually grasped by all Shard-Bearers: the miasma present is the result of an attack upon the Dryad that once lived among the roots of the Tree. Actions taken by other Shard-Bearers have left the Tree in dire straits, deeply wounded and unable to prevent itself from naturally lashing out in its own defense as it dies. It cannot let go of those it has imprisoned, until they have revealed their nature to it - until it knows it can finally, finally let go.
Characters can decide amongst themselves how to deal with the threat of miasma. It's easy to figure out, as your shards will naturally want to absorb what's similar to discord within your shards, but just like with discord, holding hands, or joining together in some way will allow the pain to be shared amongst everyone in the group. There's no such thing as failure, but if a character decides for the group, there may be the opportunity for interventionâŠ
Characters can decide amongst themselves how to deal with the threat of miasma. It's easy to figure out, as your shards will naturally want to absorb what's similar to discord within your shards, but just like with discord, holding hands, or joining together in some way will allow the pain to be shared amongst everyone in the group. There's no such thing as failure, but if a character decides for the group, there may be the opportunity for interventionâŠ
- Characters may choose to take on the role of a martyr, accepting the Tree's miasma ( its pain ) upon themselves as the sole sufferant. They will experience excruciating pain and lasting effects, but will spare others from this trauma.
- Characters may also choose to share the pain among themselves, though doing so will require Communion to be shared between all parties -- this will result in the temporary collapse of boundaries and barricades, and emotions and memories may flow against their will into others.
- Characters may also decide to do nothing at all, whereupon their decision to take no action will result in the miasma growing stronger, denser and more cloying until they are rendered unconscious and ejected from the roots of the tree.
- Have you a choice unique to your character that wasn't mentioned? Might you try to heal the tree's pain, or perhaps harm it further? If you're making the attempt, make sure your group is aware and submit your record of action to the link included below!
III. TWO CITIES, ALIKE IN DIGNITY BUT WE ALL KNOW YIMOMMY'S WHERE IT'S AT
Having just celebrated the dual-natured festivities known as the Year's End Festival and Qiasu, Springstar and Highstorm ( respectively ) are wrapping up the period of time where Kenos a celebrates unity and togetherness, coming together with friends and family, to be kind to others and share in oneâs wealth - whether that comes in the form of knowledge, monetary gains, or the exchange of gifts and oneâs time. While the core festivities are over, many of the residents of Kenos are still caught up in the celebratory mood; those who are not, have begun to fret and whisper about a rumor that has spread throughout both cities.
( Many more residents are attempting to get rid of their excess stock, and may attempt to pawn off kitschy goods and, strangely, unclaimed gifts for people they claim they have no memory of, or simply do not exist. )
With the new Shard-Bearers present or en route, it is Kathova and Cetina that approach the established ones, requesting that they form mentorships with the new souls to assist them with the integration process. To this end, they have both provided a centralized zone in both Highstorm and Springstar for a small, casual meet-and-greet to be held before the new Shard-Bearers are unleashed upon Kenos as a whole.
Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well. After all, the year's end is still lingering in the air, and cooperation is the current name of the game.
( Many more residents are attempting to get rid of their excess stock, and may attempt to pawn off kitschy goods and, strangely, unclaimed gifts for people they claim they have no memory of, or simply do not exist. )
With the new Shard-Bearers present or en route, it is Kathova and Cetina that approach the established ones, requesting that they form mentorships with the new souls to assist them with the integration process. To this end, they have both provided a centralized zone in both Highstorm and Springstar for a small, casual meet-and-greet to be held before the new Shard-Bearers are unleashed upon Kenos as a whole.
Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well. After all, the year's end is still lingering in the air, and cooperation is the current name of the game.
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In Springstar, the seat of the Tribune becomes available for such a forum. While a section of the building itself has been reserved for the meeting between fresh faces and experienced Shard-Bearers alike, the hustle and bustle of Heliopolis continues around them -- acolytes still gather their robes and tomes, hurrying from their quarters to lessons. A score of young militants march in step across the yard to the training grounds.
Tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare common to Springstar's warmer climate -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, a series of meze platters and souvlaki skewers have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. The atmosphere is light, ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings.
Tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare common to Springstar's warmer climate -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, a series of meze platters and souvlaki skewers have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. The atmosphere is light, ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings.
HIGHSTORM, Đ»ŃĐœŃ-Đ±Đ»ĐžĐ·ĐœĐ”ŃŃ
Eternally in opposition, Highstorm provides the Manor's courtyard as the setting for their informational meeting. Here, formality is of utmost importance, with attending Zenith loyalists and residents dressed in beautiful, albeit austere attire -- they are, after all, standing before Lady Yima's home. A buffet-style luncheon is spread alongside one of the largest reflecting pools, wherein you may gaze and find your memories revealed in retrospect upon the water's surface.
There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands.
There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands.
RUMOR MILL
In both locations information passes between all in a forum, spread and disseminated among the masses - it's a good opportunity for city residents, faction loyalists and interested new parties to share and share alike. Once the meet-and-greet has concluded, twin missives from both of the faction leads are read out -- invitations for all present to explore the cities to their heart's content, and warnings about stumbling ill-prepared ( or at all ) into the Below, or worse yet, the Beyond.
No matter how conversations between player characters go, everyone will walk away with the following knowledge to ensure new players do not feel "behind" in terms of what has previously happened on Kenos TV.
No matter how conversations between player characters go, everyone will walk away with the following knowledge to ensure new players do not feel "behind" in terms of what has previously happened on Kenos TV.
- Cyrus, the head of the Meridian faction is a native aristocrat of Springstar, who provides characters with an iliachtida, or sunbeam. This item tethers a character to their world, ensuring it does not fully disappear. His stance involves the idea that, using Meridian's light, worlds can be restored and you may return home.
- In contrast, the head of the Zenith faction is Yima, who has been the head of Highstorm since - arguably - its inception. She provides characters with a Shard of that they love most, to protect and hold. Yima believes former worlds to be lost, and looks to the future instead.
- While Harmonization occurs as the characters' Shard ( literally the manifestation of a character's soul! ) accrues the natural energies generated by Meridian or Zenith, Discord is also as natural an occurrence -- a symptom, in fact, of that process. Discord is best reduced by someone from the opposite faction, and is also influenced by the Aspect of one's character.
Cyrus likes enchiladas.- Many individuals recommend the following locations to new arrivals, as a means of enjoyment, involvement or further information-seeking: Highstorm's Court at Yima's Manor remains a great area for reflection and self-discovery, while the Tomes - a series of libraries - possess a magnitude of amassed knowledge, both foreign and relative to yourself. Heliopolis, the capital of Springstar, is the core of government and administration, and houses many avenues towards involvement in the goings-on of the city. Likewise, the PsychagogĂa District is the beating heart of entertainment within an island known for its passions.
- Rumors of past exploits linger on the lips of many. Did you know that one of Meridian's Harmonized slew one of Zenith's before the eyes of countless bystanders? That there was an expedition of Meri and Zenite Shard-Bearers dispatched to Alenroux, and some came back brutalized! Did you hear that the Shard of a Zenite is being held hostage by the Meridians?
- The new marking that has appeared upon your character's body is known as their sign of Aspect, and supposedly correlates to the fundamental truths of their soul. A Shard also exists, and is known as the characters' soul itself.
NOTES
jiang ziya | the poppy war trilogy
[Crawling out of the dirt isn't all that different from crawling out of rubble or breaking out of a stone plinth. There are some instincts that are, apparently, too fundamental for mere humans to overcome, and survival is clearly one of them. This isn't a surprise, really, but it is... a little unexpected, all things considered.
But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he's here, and he's clawing his way out--he'll take a helping hand if it's offered, but he won't ask for it, even when he notices the other people nearby. Either way, once he's free, he'll roll over and splay out on his back, spitting dirt out of his mouth. Elegant. (He is clothed, don't worry.)]
Then he sighs, heavily. Mutters--]
Ah, that child.
[Some assumptions are possibly being made in this moment, but hey, don't worry about it.
Once he's a bit more situated, he will either help haul people out of the dirt or... shove them back into the dirt for shits and giggles (if they're not clearly traumatized and panicking, anyway). Feel free to flip a coin and decide which one!!]
II.
[I can't believe this game is actually a Lorax AU
Anyway, wow! This place sucks. In fact, once he's gathered his bearings, Jiang stands and observes the "revolting ambiance" with a mild--]
Well, that doesn't look good.
[Quite frankly, this probably isn't his problem right now. But it looks very much like it will be everyone's problem if it isn't dealt with, so he is open to helping with damage control. As for the visions of fire, shrapnel, blood, pain... sometimes you're just used to those things. C'est la vie.]
IIIa. highstorm
[This place sure is fancy! Look at all these beautiful people. What a great prompt for dressing up in nice, fancy clothing.
...
Anyway, Jiang hasn't washed off from emerging from the tree; he is still covered in dirt, his hair is still a mess, and he looks incredibly out of place amongst the nicely dressed Manor guests. He obviously doesn't care, though; you can find him sitting on the edge of one of the reflecting pools with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, still as stone. Is he meditating? Is he asleep? Who's to say. Feel free to try and talk to him, or push him into the pool for a bath--results may vary.
As for what sort of memories you'd see if you look into the water... results may vary there, too, but a good portion of them contain fire, shadows, and blood, so. There's that.
Alternatively, you can find him in the Greenwood Yards greenhouses! He is perusing the available plantlife with interest. If you're close enough to chat with--]
You wouldn't happen to know where to find poppies, would you?
IIIb. springstar
[The rest of these prompts are too serious so it's time for some shenanigans
That is to say, Jiang will eventually find his way to Heliopolis!! And he is eyeballing these poor child soldiers with the look of someone who has spent the past two decades harassing people exactly like them and is not finding any good reasons not to do exactly the same thing here. Please stop him.
Or don't. Your call!]
IV. wildcard
[Hit me up for anything!!! My plot comment is here for treenanigans, or you can hit me up on plurk @ pixisticks or discord @ pixisticks#4977 o7 please bear with me I am very small and I forgot how to rp]
iiia!
He does, however, eventually move to settle nearby, sitting in the light sort of way that implies he's ready to get up and move again at a moment's notice. After a beat or two of silence:]
There is a bathhouse not far from here, if you would like to visit. The waters are soothing and restorative.
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Are you saying I smell bad?
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After a moment of deliberation:]
You smell like the earth. Some would say that it smells bad. [It's him.] Others would enjoy it.
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IIIb.
Before the stranger can deign to move, Percival claps a hand on his shoulder, stalling him. ]
You've ignored all the food and wine provided by our hosts to skulk around to what end? Why are you hiding away from the reception?
[ This might not be a land he bears any attachment to, but that doesn't mean he's going to mindlessly let others cause mischief without due cause. They all are guests here after all, and this stranger is only calling more attention to himself. ]
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In fact, Jiang seems quite comfortable where he is; out of the way of the soldiers, yes, but not tucked into the shadows. He doesn't jump at the hand on his shoulder or shrug it off, but nor does he look at Percival.]
It's a bit rude to tell a stranger they're "skulking," isn't it? [He doesn't sound offended in the slightest]
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You are not engaging with them. You are merely watching. What would you call it?
[ Leering? Stalking? ...He can think of a few other colorful words, but he's more focused on making sure this man behaves in a public square. He may not exactly trust their present circumstances either, but he's approaching the situation with as level head as he can manage, considering he doesn't know how he got here or why. ]
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here's gu yun, standing next to jiang. watching the soldiers run their little laps. he is no longer dirty, but he is dressed in at least semi familiar style of clothing?
he comments, casually: ]
They could be doing that faster, don't you think?
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Is Jiang still dirty? Has he bathed? --Yes, actually, surprisingly he has by now. But he's still in simple, rumpled black robes, so. Clearly someone is not trying for a spot in the beauty contest anytime soon.
Anyway, bluntly--]
That won't help them.
[You've only been watching them for like ten minutes, Jiang]
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he raises an eyebrow. ]
Oh? What are you thinking?
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iiia
-- Dunno, it's my first time visiting.
[as a meridian, she tries to limit her trips to highstorm.... but sometimes you need a break from the bright golden scenery of springstar and the fact that everyone's super nice and helpful, horrifying.
not that zenith is any better in that respect, doubly terrifying.]
You could probably find them? Good luck though, this place is huge.
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Unlike this answer, which is only marginally helpful... THANKS SOOYOUNG. Jiang is just going to walk off without warning after she answers, but he keeps talking like he figures she'll follow? Okay.]
Did you climb out of the dirt a little while ago too?
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but she does follow yeah, because what else is she gonna do here in the gardens. she's already looked at ten plants, that's a lot of plants. She clicks her tongue at the question,]
A long while. It's been like -- two or three months? Feels like forever though.
[She looks at Jiang appraisingly, ig she's looking at his backside since he's WALKING IN FRONT. white hair...... anime..........?]
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WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE GAGTAG LFMKJFHGSKJDHG
the sincerity of my emotions....
I'll treasure them
:)
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iiib - springstar... pixi........ my eyes go wide đł
that is to say that this MAN must be stopped before he can menace these poor, innocent souls who are simply doing the Lord's work or whatever, and there is only one way to accomplish such a feat. how is that, you ask? why, pixi, i'm so glad you inquired!!! the method is simple, and i shall explain thusly (you are asleep at your keyboard, drooling across the spacebar by the time i finish this tag and yet i keep stalling),
Jiang will find himself rather unceremoniously taken off his feet without swift action, seeing as how a very tall, lanky man with similarly pale hair is careening toward him, spilling an entire ENTOURAGE's worth of colorfully wrapped boxes he'd been carrying in the process--
--luckily, he'll get at least a second's worth of warning considering the ungodly, high-pitched screech Abel makes as he finds himself heading on a crash course toward Jiang-town, ]
puts two eyepatches on each eye
But wow I can't believe you-abel-youbel refuse to let Jiang harass these little soldiers!! He probably wouldn't do anything that bad, sheesh. But this incoming disaster is more interesting than bothering the children, so he turns to look!!! And very kindly, generously, sweetly
steps out of the way to let Abel crash into the nearest passerby instead]
winks coquettishly with each eye which is just blinking and u can't see it anyway
I can feel it in my heart of hearts
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LMAO stop i love jiang already,
JHDSKHFKD I'M GLAD even though you really shouldn't
how dare you say such a thing about my new lad, tucks him in my pocket,,
it's where he lives now
1/2; what does he like to eat? need to feed my new pocket-pet well. how's lint
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ii
A great crack in the earth and a chasm opening up near his feet nearby has Zhongli tumbling back into the underbelly of the tree. Really now. He had barely just dug himself out of the earth and lingering near this tainted soil and these equally tainted roots seems the opposite of a good idea. But the miasma is getting thicker as the tree's suffering continues to grow.
Surely they must do something and do it swiftly. But with just his shard to offer---
Through the thick miasma, Zhongli tries to locate anyone else down here. And that is how he manages to stumble upon Jiang, who seems quite calm and composed despite the virtual hellscape they are currently in. A promising sign as Zhongli attempts to answer his comment with equal levity: ]
Not at all. Nor do our available options seem that appealing.
I do not imagine absorbing something like--- [ He gestures toward the miasma covered roots. ] comes without a price even divided among the many.
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Anyway, with a twitch that might've been a headshake in another life, he looks askance at Zhongli.]
Imbibing a toxic substance first thing after crawling out of the dirt does have a certain reckless appeal, but it probably shouldn't be option number one.
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cw. slight gore (wow what a first impression)
these things happen
first impression best impression
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wildcard, yaywon said this was fine
Congrats, Jiang, you're now the proud owner of one (1) midsize painting, except the figure in the middle looks like some strange dogman. ]
Merry Christmas.
[ Damn, this guy's voice doesn't sound merry at all. ]
yaywon is correct
Just out of curiosity, is it a strange dogman who is handing him this beautiful portrait]
Merry what?
oh good, i don't have to pummel her now
I mean you still could if you really want to
maybe i will after we get married for tax benefits
excellent plan
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iiia
After the initial gathering, he considers taking his leave, but finds a dirty old man seated by the pool... Reflections of shadows, fire, and blood ripple along the water's surface. He only takes a glimpse before his rips his attention away, pinned onto the figure instead. ]
You're putting your memories on display.
[ In the tone that sounds like it's UNSIGHTLY. ]
a hei in my inbox once again...
Anyway, Jiang seems unperturbed; he doesn't open his eyes or move from where he's sitting. He simply comments, idly--]
They're not in your way.
a pixi
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By the time he's deep enough into the tree to find a new arrival, he's also well and truly lost as to how the hell he even got here in the first place, on top of being covered in dirt and in a foul mood.
Jiang's not saying anything wrong here, but as Atsumu rounds a "corner", he's giving this guy the flattest look imaginable. ]
No fuckin' shit.
[ Hi! Welcome to Kenos, Jiang! Atsumu will undoubtedly be losing Jiang by complete accident at some point, allowing for someone much more competent to actually help Jiang out of this tree, but who doesn't love a surly teenager in the meantime? ]
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Unfortunately, he has spent most of his career harassing the children and he is wholly unflappable, so the attitude just rolls off of him like water off of a duck. He gives Ayumu a quick once-over before he goes back to observing the tree.]
Are you fresh out of the dirt as well, then?
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IIIa.
Um... Are you alright?
[ Is he too weak to walk... Is that why he's so dirty... ]
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He doesn't move or open his eyes, but he doesn't seem startled when she speaks, either.]
Just fine, child. [He is not above harassing polite teenagers, but it seems like he isn't going to do that right now, small mercies for sweet Gray.] Figuring out a few things.
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