lunaecalamitas | thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

NEW MOON ADAGIO

Between the constant requests from the North and the sense of tension that pervades the manor, Sage Tatara makes an executive decision: we're going North, baby.

Of all the things that have happened thus far, let this be the ultimate test of your magic. Even as we near summer, it's frigid. Protect yourselves and your allies from the cold. Protect yourselves while also fighting off monsters (or other territorial wizards, should you make the terrible mistake of wandering into another's territory), flying through the vast wilderness, or protecting the poor humans who need your help to survive. Time to blow off some of your steam. Just be sure to obey Tatara's one rule: don't kill each other.

One particular problem of note is in the Forest of Dreams. Without its guardian, many of these rogue monsters and dangerous predators, displaced from their normal habitats, have found their way into the forest. Many of them, however, are unable to survive against the fatal toxin, and there are plenty of animal corpses and mana stones that litter the forest. It might be best to clean these up before the forest guardian returns...

That said, the toxin is yet another thing you must protect yourself against in addition to the cold. While you can likely keep yourself from dying from the toxins, you may not be immune to its effects. This deadly toxin causes anyone who breathes it in to dream and hallucinate vividly, be it images of the past, imagined futures, thoughts of the present processed and warped...

Strangely enough, those nearby may end up sharing in your dreams... Did you want the darkest recesses of your thoughts, hopes, and fears unearthed for others to see?

Those who decide to venture far past the more populated (in relative terms) parts of the North may find themselves stumbling upon what looks to be an abandoned bandit hideout. It seems it's been abandoned for quite a while—nothing to loot here, sorry!—but there sure are a whole lot of monsters that have decided to make this hidden corner of the North their home.

While you're at it, you may find a nearby cave. Beautiful crystals dot the walls and the floors, and there are small pools of hot spring water free for relaxing. It seems to be relatively free of monsters, too. So maybe this wouldn't be a bad spot to relax, away from everything else?

However, there's one thing that makes this cave truly unique, and it isn't the vistas or the springs—it's the bats. These bats hear echoes of the past and replay them for visitors. Should you stay a while and listen, a bat may pay you a visit. And when it does, it may play for you the voices from the memories of visitors past, whose stories may hold a clue or two to your circumstances...

While the Forest of Dreams is a memory/dreamshare free for all, the aural memories replayed by the bats in the Cave of Time will come from one of the original wizards only. If you'd like an audio replay of a perhaps significant moment either in their personal life or a clue as to what happened to them (it will be randomized), then please reply to this comment!

JOB BOARD

Clean-up and repairs. While thanks to the hard work of your Eastern friends the worst was prevented, the City of Rain emerged from their short ordeal a little worse for wear.

Buildings need repair, blood needs to be cleaned off the streets, the injured need help. This is, perhaps, the only time you will be allowed to use magic openly in the city (you've been given permits and everything!), but you still are not allowed to talk outside of designated zones. Please, please don't get arrested...

As for the scrap that litters the streets? Unfortunately, you'll have to take it back to the scrapyard. But this time, there's a big, roaring bonfire out there. Just chuck all the scrap and debris in the fire. The city isn't taking any second chances—extreme situations call for extreme measures.

Reverence. Several Northern villages are currently outside the protection of a wizard, and have requested the sage's wizards' presence. They're terrified of the monsters and worried the barriers for their villages will fail sooner than later. They don't simply ask for help for free, however, and these smaller villages are steeped in their tradition—they'll pay you their respects, praying to you, offering you gifts, groveling at your feet, in hopes for a modicum of your time and protection. Do their offerings please you? Then assist them with what you deem appropriate for their worship to you: kill a few monsters for them, or a lot if you're pleased. Strengthen the barrier a lot, or not at all if you're displeased. It's up to you! You have the power here. What's it like to be a god for a day?

Ladies' night. The monthly lady officers' gathering is coming up in the City of Affluence—it's an exclusive meetup for the women involved in and related to Western military and bureaucratic affairs. Anyone is welcome, so long as they meet two requirements: they are outwardly presenting feminine, and they have an invitation to the gathering. Here's your chance to flex your transformation and glamour spells! Infiltrate the meetup with a disguise and a fake invitation, mingle, enjoy the drinks, the jazz, the entertainment, and find out what you can... What's the Western army up to? Be careful, though—don't get caught and kicked out!

The attendees seem to be excited about the new phantasmagoria technology and the upcoming display, and many whisper about the upcoming Venator meteor shower...

G'RAHA TASKS

Greetings, new friends! I am G'raha Tia, and while I hesitate to call myself a mentor or a replacement for the one you had, I am eternally grateful for the assistance I received and will do my best to help your cause in any way I can. To that end, I feel I may need to be caught up to speed on the events and get to know all of you.

We can have some tea and sandwiches and have a discussion! That's the best way to learn, sometimes.

TATARA ACTIVITIES

Even if we're not here for very long, I think we should leave our mark (not literally! Don't paint on the walls!). I got paint and big paper in the dining hall, but no brushes... Do you know what that means? Finger paint! Finger paint a portrait of yourself with your name and I'll hang it up in the library when they're all done!

Thanks to Cid and Khun, my camcorder works now. The thing is, what's the point of filming anything if we have no way to watch the film?! Could you guys work together to make some kind of projector? Or like...VHS player? We could have a movie night together!

OOC NOTES

🌙 Welcome to your fourth event! It's your dreamshare and memshare event! Ready to open up with your deepest and darkest secrets?
🌙 We're halfway through the game. How do you feel?
🌙 Back at the manor, Kurapika and Maya have set up a bulletin board! Leave comments, argue with your neighbors, have fun. Be nice. Don't set it on fire.
🌙 On the admin side of things, Lav has swapped out Wanderer for G'raha! Please say hello to your new mentor NPC.
🌙 Your OOC plotting post is here! Remember to keep all wider plotting to the post, and remember to check back frequently, since not everyone checks plurk or discord all the time.
🌙 The next country to go on their mission is North. Do you think a PVP-enabled mission will go well?

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[He's hesitant. Another wizard's signature... would that shift anything? Would it be a benefit or a detriment? Another tracker, perhaps?? Maybe it could give him another chance to--

...

His thoughts fly, but only briefly. He is tired. So tired. And the act of chiding kindness puts a pin in the plans of his head.]

Mm.

[His demeanor deflates, just briefly. A look of shame, a momentary inner scolding, that has its place and fades into exhaustion.]

...Yes, I... suppose you have a point.

[He reaches over to take the winter wear from Jing Yuan's hands cautiously, the white stark against the cold bite of red from his skin. A sign he was not infallible. A sign he was human.]

I'm sorry, if that is what I've done for you as well.

[ Jing Yuan himself hasn't been out here all that long, but the toll of having one's personal memories, and certainly a number of vulnerable points alongside the pain of loss and uncertainty is indeed...something he is struggling with.

(Jingliu's situation is more complex than what can be revealed in even these memories. The final chapter left disturbingly open, to great consequence, or great benefit.)

But, he can't help himself, wanting to do what he did, and being able to still keep his heart open all the same. He smiles again when the other takes what he has to give, though it's a smaller, and weaker facsimile of his usual ones. Still, it is genuine all the same. ]

There is nothing to forgive.

...Though partially I say that because I am a rather forgiving man. [ His eyes twinkle a bit in mirth as he slides in a little tease. ] But, I can say for certain that my words are nothing less than the truth, as long as you remember to take care, that is. I will be rather cross with you otherwise.

...With that said, let us go make our walk back in earnest.

I can even tell you a bit more about my current student too, if you're amenable. We've seen much too many heavy things as of late, and I can assure you that you may find it to your interest.

[ Jing Yuan's tone is light, because he thinks it might benefit them. Or so he hopes. ]

[A smile quirks at his lips.]

With how often you outwit me in chess, I'd have to have some guts to underestimate you, wouldn't I?

[It won't turn him from his decisions, or from the fact that while he doesn't mind the time together, he cannot stay. But though he acts despite the negative reception, it's an important pause for him, to be kept accountable for his own well being.

It happens so rarely, to see it from another person... let alone one who has seen what Jing Yuan has.]

I would be honored to hear some stories from you. [A pause, his hands clenching at the fabric still between his hands. His fingers are stiff, and even maneuvering one of the gloves the right direction feels like a large task, his fine motor skills dampened by the chill.] Though, before that... If I could borrow of your generosity for a moment...

[He reaches up to pull the hood of his cloak down to his shoulders.]

May I ask that you make sure I put these on appropriately? I'm going to lose them in the wind, at this rate.

[It's a light and joking tone - alluding in jest to him being careless, to hide a request for help in his vulnerability.]

[ At the question, there is...perhaps another twinkle in his eyes at that, even if his smile remains the way it does — no verbal answer required, but tacit agreement is verily there.

In the end, all he can hope is for Solomon to be safe. The man endeavors to work hard; he better heed his words, or he will have a giant lecture on his hands. Speaking of which, it appears that the other man will certainly have need for him to lend one (or two.) To which he is glad to leap at the opportunity. ]

Ah, but of course...I will be more than happy to assist you, Solomon.

[ Jing Yuan's voice is soft, but gentle as he reaches and then he adds, light-hearted: ]

...After all, it would be quite a shame if something were to happen to such skilled hands, would it not?

[ He thinks back to when he imparted to the man that baby grand piano, so it is not a comment that is unwarranted, he thinks. Jing Yuan is also pretty much indulging Solomon in the jocular tone with ease.

That said, Jing Yuan is careful in his assistance of helping ensure that those gloves are able to be slipped on in place. When it seems that Solomon's grip may falter, his own hand is there to steady it, or sliding over Solomon's fingers to assist in tugging along the glove so it settles snugly over each hand as it should. ]

That should do just fine.

Mm? Don't go complimenting me, now, Jing Yuan. It might all go to my head.

[It's nice, though. A little back and forth, the warmth that comes from it.

He lets his stiff and cracked hands stay pliant, letting Jing Yuan take the lead where his own strength is lacking. It's slightly embarrassing for something so small. But he lets his hands flex gently within the confines of the gloves, even as he slips the scarf around his neck and folds it just so, an easy means to cover his face in a pinch if needed.

It's strange, to have a signature that isn't his own so close to his face like this. But it isn't entirely bad, he thinks. It makes the memory easier to recall, with the trace of Jing Yuan's magic like a fragrance on the air. Like the scent of a loved one on a coat or a blanket.

Mm.]

...These are well done. You managed this with your magic while we stood here?

[ Now that just makes something like a swirl of amusement rise up from within Jing Yuan. ]

Oh no, it appears I may have already just done so. So, indeed, I have to wonder...whatever shall I do?

[ Jing Yuan's tone is decidedly, unrepentantly playful. It's...almost strange he can even manage that, but somehow also freeing, and most certainly enjoyable. Feeling the way the other man's hands are against his even through the gloves feels like such a privilege, as silly as that might sound.

There is also a part of him that feels something like undeniable triumph for Solomon to be wearing clothes he made. ]

I certainly did. I have endeavored to practice magic every day, though it does help that this is something of a specialty amongst those assigned to the West.

[ Having more latent talent/skill in altering clothing via magic, transformation, and manipulation magic in general. He seems even more proud at hearing the compliment, however, rare as that is. ]

I am just happy that you like them, even if I had already thought that they would be quite suitable for you.

[Oh, Jing Yuan does have some sass in those old bones of his. Good to know. He chuckles lightly, pulling the scarf up slightly over his upturned lips, letting brassy eyes sharpen like that of a cat up to no good.]

What else, but to prepare for the consequences. [Consequences being: enabling him.] For Solomon the Wise thinks your efforts are commendable.

[He doesn't need to be dramatic. But the playful nature takes edge off the seriousness they had both dwelled in mere minutes ago.]

Do it too much, though, and I may start to wonder what your intentions are.

[ Oh, Jing Yuan certainly does have sass. Boy does he have it in spades, reserved for only particular people and situations indeed. Though this is the far, far more pleasant type instead of the biting he reserves explicitly for his enemies — or those who earn themselves a rare spot on his bad side.

But, he most certainly likes the way those eyes look — mischievous and as if he is up to something oh-too-terrible. Perhaps that is in line with the core type of person he feels inclined towards — bad, bad boys who need to be punished. ]

Is that so? Well, my dear Solomon the Wise, you must know that The Divine Foresight always is prepared for the consequences of his actions.

[ He chuckles, even with the severity of what they had witnessed just scarcely at the edge of their fingertips, and not something that can be diminished even so, this is a moment in which can truly be still grasped. Hand in hand, even with the ultimate destination still an unknown with the future still only a cloudy one.

He steps closer, extending a hand to boldly reach for one of Solomon's briefly. ]

...To that end, I will invite you to discover thoroughly what those intentions are, as I also do not intend to pay you only one well-received compliment.

I have oft wondered as of late, what kind of expression might color your face when you are given what you deserve.

Edited 2024-05-23 15:54 (UTC)

[Ah, honey and poison all at once, like the words of a servant of hell, bewitching and twisted. He can't help but take it apart in his mind, letting Jing Yuan take his free hand but leaving it pliant, as though testing him.]

Do you intend to find that out for yourself along the way?

I don't tend to care highly for the thoughts of the divine, after all.

[ Jing Yuan uses that opportunity to tug him even closer, fingers curling possessively around that hand so that when he steps forward, their faces are hardly that much farther apart. Solomon's words are like kindling, and the result of offering such temptation has ensured that it's been lit alight. ]

Such disrespect.

I'll be more than happy to alter that state of mind...

[ No uncertainties. His words are uttered with nothing but firmness. He remembers, still, that soon enough the others will be on their mission, will they not? And, of course, that if Solomon should perish...

...Jing Yuan will not leave anything to chance.

Fate has never been kind to him, and ever since that day wreathed in fire—or the one encased in frigid ice—he has not found himself hesitant in making himself clear what he wants, even if his heart has still yet to fully travel the end result of this trajectory. But he knows himself well. ]

...And make you only think of me, even when we are apart. So, if you are unafraid—if you still are as brave as I have witnessed you be, meet me the rest of the way there, Solomon. For then, after this little taste—this preview—there will be more.

[ With that said, Jing Yuan moves even daringly closer—if Solomon wishes to test him, if he wishes to provoke him, he will more than happily find out if he can meet him head on—and so aims to see if he is able to briefly press his lips against the other's. ]

[He lets himself be pulled in closer in the tense game of cat and mouse. But his head turns to the side when Jing Yuan gets too close, Solomon's gloved hand quickly raising to firmly rest against the other's lips. His smile has quickly vanished.]

I am not something to conquer.

[His line in the sand. Even though his pulse races a bit faster, and the space between them doesn't feel bad... there is still an air to the challenge that rubs at Solomon the wrong way, made raw by his exhaustion.

He exhales slowly, trying to settle his composure.

...]

Your soul is bold, Jing Yuan. But... this is neither the time, nor the place. You know that.

[A slight turn back. His hand still does not budge, but his eyes lid with exhaustion.]

...Collect your thoughts. Speak to me like a man first, unless you do not plan to treat me as one. Learn more of me than just a chess game or an unfortunate story, and let me hear your own.

But... please. Do not try to do this again. [Do not force this on him. If in this, only in this, let him stay human in his respect.] I've had enough unrequested advances for more than a lifetime.

Edited 2024-05-23 21:18 (UTC)

[ Well, this isn't exactly the first time he has managed to misread the kind of air or where things happened to be heading in terms of something as delicate as this.

Though, he certainly has a different approach to things that he is seeing has more or less ended up causing quite a bit of a misunderstanding. To the point where he thinks it is certainly upon him to clear it up right away.

He too does not quite move, just yet. ]

My apologies, Solomon.

I do want to make it clear that I do not merely see you as something to be conquered. I would also never wish to do something to you that you do not want.

I will confess that it was entirely on me for not being careful enough.

[ He certainly won't go ahead and try that again right now. He hopes Solomon can definitely believe that, even if it was definitely on him for mistaking that little test for him wishing to prove his interest to this extent. ]

I earnestly do and have enjoyed your company. This has not changed, even now.

[ To that end, the last thing he wishes to do is make him believe that he sees him as less than that. Or sincerely uncomfortable, though it is most certainly a bit too late for the latter. With this, he does gently let go out of his hand, and step back to give Solomon space. ]

With that said, if you are still amenable, my earlier offer remains, as it is, on the table.

[ He means in reference to the conversation about his student and the like; proving, perhaps his head isn't exactly in the clouds or otherwise empty. Though he will not begrudge Solomon for thinking otherwise of him. ]

[The space is welcome, if only for letting him unravel some of the tension he wasn't aware had climbed up his spine. Save for the escalation... it really had been a very exhilarating moment, and he can feel the slight heat to his face and neck left behind from it all. It's a shame.

He gives the apology its time and attention, hand idling against the edge of the scarf closest to his mouth as though he might be able to hide behind it. He lets it sit, lets it sit more, before finally letting out another sigh.]

Intentions or otherwise, your actions will speak louder. I will be the judge of that.

[So apology sort of... accepted. So long as Jing Yuan shows he means it? Maybe he can try that again, on a day that isn't quite so cold and poisonous.

...

He clears his throat, pulling his hood further over his head as he motions for Jing Yuan to follow him.]

Quickly, then. I'd rather not let this forest play any more tricks on our hearts.

You wanted to talk about your student, right? What is it that you teach?

Edited 2024-05-23 22:13 (UTC)

[ Fortunately, Jing Yuan is the type of person who can very well accept the consequences of his actions without much personal incident — that part he is very much willing to prove. Even if he too is definitely weary, not from the same sense Solomon is by far.

He doesn't seem to object at Solomon's response either — if he is ultimately unaccepting of his apology, that is entirely his prerogative and his alone. He simply accepts this, and moves onwards.

Jing Yuan will follow once Solomon gets moving, though. ]

Well, as a General back home, I started off teaching my student swordplay. It is what my teacher taught me first and foremost — though, that isn't the only reason.

He always had quite a proficiency with such weaponry, above all. I had ensured to find what suited him best since Cloud Knights can wield a variety of weapons, and the same can be said of anyone who wishes to become a fighter of some sort in general.

Though, as he has grown older, and reached the rank of Lieutenant not only under my careful instruction, but his personal merit, I have been teaching him more than simply combat. Even if that is still a priority.

I also now ensure that he starts to refine his swordplay further, and his leading skills. After all, as skilled as he is, he is quite young, and has a lot to learn in terms of knowing which battles he has to pick.

[ Though the awkward situation still hasn't completely left, just moments ago fresh in his mind, at the image of Yanqing's immaturity, he (unseen) shakes his head with visible amusement. Even as he is swift to fill the air with this talk on the subject, it is not for simple easing of the tension, almost feeling it with a simplicity, rather than any difficulty. ]

He oft asks to be sent on tasks beyond his capability even so. Perhaps, though, that is the nature of youth. Wishing to prove himself as soon as possible, even if experience will teach him that isn't necessarily always the best to come at the speed he desires it to.

[Solomon focuses on listening, as well as on trying to keep the protective spell around him and the heating spell on them both stable as they walk. The settling of emotions helps him concentrate, enough that he can listen to Jing Yuan's tale with a careful ear.]

It's the never-ending challenge of balancing the eagerness to learn and prove themselves with the caution needed to prevent them from falling too far, isn't it?

I saw you wield a blade, both in our previous strokes of combat and the shade of that memory. If you know more than that, you really are more passionate about the craft than I gave you credit for...

[They start to break the line of the trees. The outside edges of the forest will be here soon. Solomon's face is still fairly covered up between the hood and the scarf, but his eyes still trace to Jing Yuan for an answer with a hint of empathy. One teacher to the other, noting the care given for the student..]

You sound very fond of him. What is his name?

[ As they continue to talk on the subject and Solomon throws his initial question, his genuine interest makes Jing Yuan start to brighten up again, even though it should be hard (and for a given value of it, there is still emotional turmoil.) But...but, also, Yanqing is his pride and joy!! ]

Haha, yes, you'd be correct. Caution can truly be the last thing on a student's mind, no matter how many times one instructs them. It seems that is, perhaps, the most difficult lesson of all to teach, in retrospect.

But, yes, I suppose I do have...a tad bit of experience in other matters that may have helped. I will consider it fortunate that I have been able to impart what I can, and for it to be useful for his future.

[ There is a little bit of pause somewhere in his phrasing perhaps because Jing Yuan is unwilling to be a braggart. But, Solomon may have certainly recalled the General using a glaive when they fought together, so. Modesty. ]

Ah, you would be correct that I am fond of him; not only because he is my student, but I have taken care of him since before he could walk.

...Still, I digress. His name is Yanqing — I also can show you a picture of him from my cellphone, if you'd like.

[ This is like an anime dad who is showing pictures of his family (literally.) Even as he asks this, he forgets himself, and is already fishing thoughtlessly for his cellphone. ]

And I suppose all that fighting prowess and the title of General also came from only a "tad bit" of experience as well, hm?

[Jing Yuan definitely doesn't need to be so modest - Solomon has seen him fight. That wasn't the stance of a man who's only dabbled, and with the memory he'd seen to build a foundation, he can put two and two together.]

You're a father, then. [By choice rather than blood, given that wording, but a father is a father nonetheless.] I could see it. You do have a good countenance for it--

[Except there goes Jing Yuan, digging for his cell. Solomon can't help but stifle a laugh from behind the scarf.]

You have a phone on you, of all things? Hahah... Sure, why not.

Out of the trees first, dear Jing Yuan. I would feel pretty rotten if you fell to poison over pictures of your loved one.

[ It's funny because Jing Yuan has a great deal of confidence, and yet he prefers to be modest or humble whenever he is talking about his own skills seriously. As it is, he looks somewhere between sheepish or slightly embarrassed (wow don't perceive that!) when Solomon points that out. ]

Haha, well, when you put it that way...

[ He trails off because time to reorient the subject back onto his student, to cover up that embarrassment which briefly showed on his face. Which, thankfully, Solomon does himself, hearing him speak upon him saying that he has essentially the right attitude for it. ]

I always do, yes.

But, ah, you're right. It would truly be a shame if I did. It is quite a pain to keep up with the spells and whatnot here. Even if I would not call my concentration poor; I too simply know it could be simply the nature of things.

[ He isn't going to end up dying here just because he is getting out the fam pics. Now that would simply be sad, but he moves to ensure his step isn't at least slow-moving because, yeah. Just a little more, so while they make their way towards the end of the tree line...resisting a bit from opening out the cell he has just got, he asks: ]

...Oh, do you have any students that you'd like to speak of yourself, by the way?

[Was that sheepishness he sees? Adorable.]

Now, now, General... I wasn't the one who went slicing up all those creatures in the woods with a glaive while this sorcerer cleaned up the stragglers from far away. You're really exhausting to watch with the effort you put in, you know. Why shouldn't someone point it out, when you were the one calling me so skilled in return just for the use of my hands?

[He knows he's talented. He's held that title for a long while, to the point of arrogance. But there's a strength to be had in not questioning it, while still not becoming a braggart out of turn.

And maybe, just a little, it might be a little fun to see Jing Yuan squirm over a compliment or two.

As for the question... he pauses, clearly hesitant, before letting his smile settle.]

Only one. Or... well. Two, now, perhaps. But only one through official means.

[And he would rather not dwell on Ibuki right this moment, for how much it still aches at him.

Anyway!]

Are you having that much trouble with protection spells, though, Jing Yuan? You managed transfiguration rather flawlessly.

Edited (why did i make that a 1/2 im sorry it's just 1) 2024-05-25 05:37 (UTC)

[ Well, the funniest thing about it is that the first one, while starting to bring a telltale warmth to his cheeks, is something that can thankfully be offset by Solomon's response to his question. Two, hm?

But, then Solomon adds in the other comment about protection spells, as if spoken knowingly. Which, well, that isn't wrong either. ]

Hmm. What a fortunate thing it is that we both can still take pride in those we teach.

Incidentally, I suppose it is clear you have not considered saying such things might make it all go to my head as well. Even if effusive words may not always find their mark.

[ Except it is not vacant praise that may be uttered in a political arena; not to mention, there is evidence to back it up, so these are the kind of compliments with proper acknowledgement of skill that makes him feel good. Even if it is teasing.

...Or maybe it is just because Solomon is the one saying it...but, for all of their back and forth, it seems foolish for him to admit that. Is it not dangerous to allow another so quickly to earnestly influence his heart so? He has seen the result time and time again, and yet... ]

Such as it is, I imagine you are saying those words also to try to get some sort of rise out of me, are you not? Careful, for you may in turn unknowingly give me ammunition, or rather incentive, to return fire all the same.

There is no greater joy, I think, than pride in a student's path.

[He's still going to bug you for pictures, sir. At least they're almost out of the treeline...

He chuckles as his broom is summoned, taking a seat on it idly to float alongside Jing Yuan. No need, nowhere to go, but if Jing Yuan was going to pry at his choice of appearances, he couldn't help fall into the dramatic for a moment, one leg crossed over the other, the jet black and gold of the broom a start contract to the stark white he now wears, tapping a finger to his own lips in mock thought.]

Mm.... it just makes me wonder if you haven't quite made up your mind, dear General. First you say I'm not considering my intention, and then you say my intention is for mischief? Tsk.

Should I be offended? Or maybe... it's simply a good deal of fun, to see you be a little bashful for once?

[ Jing Yuan does nod in agreement to the first statement, because he feels this is true; Yanqing's progress so far has always made him proud. It's one of the few still-bright spots in his life. Also, Solomon better ask for pics or that will be the most unforgivable thing yet. This is a threat!!

Anyway, Jing Yuan does not quite mind that Solomon indeed conjures a broom to ride upon as they move forward; though he may look kind of amused at the little display of dramatics? Even amongst the tinge of bashfulness caught in there, he can still manage that with startling ease. Don't ask how he does both at the same time.

It's a talent (?) ]

Perhaps I am simply also gauging how well you can follow along. A pity that I haven't managed to throw you in a loop for your most unforgivable line of teasing.

[ Jing Yuan says that with an easygoing tone that can, in fact, but its own form of teasing in return. Not quite in the same vein as Solomon's, though.

As it is, his golden eyes twinkle a little bit as he responds thusly: ]

...Mm, indeed. Not many would have the confidence to point out what you have. Such as it is, I wonder if I should feel offended myself.

Most unforgivable? Please, don't get me curious.

[Ah, but they're clear of the forest enough now, yes? They'll need to find some means of shelter from the wind now that the trees have grown sparse, but Solomon easily grins as he tucks the scarf tighter against his face, obscuring his nose and mouth further with a slight muffling.]

Hah! Well, don't hold back on my behalf. I've offended far greater with far less brevity. [For example: that memory Jing Yuan just saw with Solomon deciding to just make demands the king of Hell itself with foolhardy confidence and vicious followup of his words.] I've seen you on the offensive, Jing Yuan. On the battlefield, over chess... [In these mysterious intentions he has with Solomon in particular, even if they're on pause.] You hold fire behind that composure. If I'd truly angered you, there would be no need for a game of cat and mouse.

It seems I may be too late.

[ Jing Yuan seems to like this...smiling faintly still, a laughter truly close to bubbling through his throat. Though now that they are clear of the forest, and it's trees, he feels the exhaustion ever the more acutely. But the amusement remains as Solomon speaks his truth. Yes, he remembers starkly the stunning defiance Solomon exhibited without fear of suffering the consequences of reprisal;yes, he too remembers the other pieces he has shown himself to Solomon, where he mercilessly proceeds forward.

Calmly, confidently, resolutely. ]

Yes, you certainly would know in an instant, wouldn't you? ...I am not someone who, when feeling motivated to act, would hold back his words or his actions. For better or worse.

Hesitation does not suit me well. Even if speed not need be a factor.

[ He considers 'building up' to acting an act itself, even if others certainly would not. He is not a reactionary man, for certain. But, anyway, he is getting out the phone for real this time, turning his attention back to Solomon whose new scarf now obscures more of his face. Cute.

Anyway. ]

We're well past the treeline. I think I can show you images now. I wonder how familiar you are with cellphones, though. Some seem to have little knowledge in certain technologies...

[ He says, unlocking the lock screen, smiling faintly, recalling a certain memory that seems so far away but isn't comparatively too distant. Though, this one will be different. ]

A slow boil is far harder to watch over, isn't it?

[And yet the anticipation, watching it simmer and seeing how quickly it might finally rise, might finally bend and break to its own limitations under pressure -- perhaps it was Nightbringer's influence that had him thinking of it more in delight.

Resolution made for a brilliant soul, after all, to bewitch and to defend in equal turns.]

Ah, yes, your student! [Don't mind him drifting his broom over to glance over Jing Yuan's shoulder.] Don't worry, I'm pretty adapt. I have my own back in my room, after all.

[Show him the deets!!]

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