[ the kitchen's a popular spot today, huh! gu yun's been in and out, and at the moment, he's squinting at his options on the vending machine screen, still trying to subtly figure out exactly how this thing works...
hearing someone else enter, he glances briefly over his shoulder, and then inclines his head. ]
Do you have any recommendations for this thing? I think I may be paralyzed by indecision.
[ hello endorsi! it's friday afternoon now, and gu yun's at the bar. there's an untouched glass of wine in front of him, and he's holding his phone, tapping at the screen, seemingly lost in thought, brow furrowed.
he's also got cherry blossom petals in his hair, and on his shoulders, and sticking to his clothes? and occasionally, they seem to just keep appearing out of nowhere. it's whatever. it's fine. he looks up when he hears footsteps, though, and raises his head in brief greeting. hey. ]
[Some of her frequent spots to spend time in (the gym and the simulation room) aren't quite as enjoyable with this week's effect going on, so she's spending more time in the tea room instead. This time when she wanders in, though, she sees someone else inside! With... his head down on the table? Hm. After a moment:]
gu yun lifts his head when someone speaks to him. he looks... well, more tired than usual, but offers endorsi a grin when she approaches, anyway, and waves a full tea cup. ]
No, but I feel like it. You can come in, if you like.
[It's towards the evening that she feels comfortable going out of her room again, hoping others won't be roaming the halls just yet.
...But that's not quite the case. When she enters the kitchen, she sees that she's not alone - and in her surprise, she makes eye contact for a second too long.]
gu yun has also been avoiding this. he's kept to himself all day, claiming a migraine; now, he's sneaking out to grab a cup of tea before leaving. so, naturally, he meets endorsi's gaze for a millisecond, and it's enough. -- ]
[ the world comes into focus in a sea of red.
it's not blood - rather, it's red kites. sleek, mid-sized air ships with beautiful red sails, hovering high in the sky around the yunmeng grand view tower, koi shaped bows focused on the spectacle occurring down below. this is great liang in celebration - it's the eve of the lunar new year. you're in high spirits, as is everyone else - after dragging your less-than-thrilled ward out of his cooped up studying to play along, and a rousing dinner and drinks with your men, you've made your way out onto the deck of the kites to watch the show below, on the round ting yuan platform. nobility watch the show from the ground level, and the common folk clamor around the upper levels to get a sight of such a fantastic piece of entertainment. you're tipsy and warm, pleased from a long evening of celebration, and ready to take in this year's act.
it's a circus. you're far away, and you have to take a pair of binoculars to your liuli glass to see properly. as a tiger leaps through a set of flaming hoops. people throw gold coins to the sides of the ring shaped platform, tipping the performers, as they cheer and delight in the spectacle. round after round of applause rings through the platform.
but there's something raising the hairs on the back of your neck, and your danger senses are finely honed. you lock your vision onto the tiger, who is looking increasingly uneasy and agitated as it hops from flaming hoop to flaming hoop, and like a train crash imminent, you watch as an idiotic audience member from the upper deck throws an unbelievable rain of golden coins directly into the ring.
the tiger snarls, turns around, and breaks free of its hold, immediately tearing a chunk out of the clown standing beside it, who screams, and the entire place bursts into chaos.
your instincts are fast, though, as the common folks scream for the joy of gold, unable to see the tiger's attack, while the rich flee from the tiger, who bounds into the crowd. you grab chang geng's shoulder and shove him behind you, and turn to the door. the private red kite of the black iron camp has a longbow, and you grab it and a pack of arrows, pushing chang geng into the main room of the ship, much to his protest, shutting the door in his face. a second passes. you turn your attention to the screaming crowd below and nock an arrow.
"Everyone calm down!" one of your soldiers shouts - several more in their black armor leap from the red kites to the ground below, iron wings catching the air and drifting down to immediately provide reinforcement, "The Marquis of Order is here, don't cause a commotion!"
those three words are effective enough to stop the crowd - some of the hubbub and screaming silences at the sheer weight of your title. it gives you the moment you need, as you take your archery stance and turn your gaze down to the crowd below. the tiger has moved on from roaring, taking a leap and pinning a man to the ground, screaming.
five minutes ago, you were tipsy-drunk, and now, all of your focus narrows down to the world below. the hot wind from the engines of the great kites blows your hair back, as you move to the head of the great kite, and tilt your body downwards. you are hundreds of feet in the air above, the target barely a pinprick, and your vision already isn't good. the chaos calms down to nothing in your ears.
you inhale. and on the exhale, you release the arrow and the bowstring.
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the arrow shoots like a meteor, streaking through the sky and threading through the cobweb-like rope structures that keep the red kite ships in place - it slams, with pinpoint accuracy, into the back of the tiger's head. it pierces through the skull of the beast's head - it sways, once, and slams dead into the ground.
the man underneath it is unharmed.
you don't get time to think about it, though, because as fast as lightning, you grab another arrow, nock it, turn a quarter inch, lean back on the doorframe, and fire. the arrow shrieks through the air, and there's a scream on the deck, a hundred feet below - it grazes over the head of a foreigner and hits the center of his hat, pinning it to the closest post, the tail of the arrow vibrating with the force of the shot. the man falls out of his chair, flat on his ass, and looks up, making eye contact with you.
you regard him, for a moment, the man who you observed - who threw all of those gold coins onto the deck and started the chaos.
a hush falls over the entire platform, and you stand straight and tall, dropping your archer's stance and tipping up your chin. ]
Plotting to harm people. [ you say, clear and sharp, as the crowd seems to take its first breath again. you turn to the black iron soldier who told the crowd you were there, regarding him. ] Arrest that man for questioning.
[ you turn - you hear the man's iron eagle kickstart, as he immediately, unquestioningly, follows your order-- and hang the longbow back up on the post behind you. ]
[She's wandering into the simulation room shortly after the execution, pausing as she sees Gu Yun inside. She's taking a glance at the entire scene, but since he seems to be doing some kind of weapons practice:]
[ endorsi will find gu yun... practicing archery! it's a very simple room, with a few targets line up. he's using a longbow, equipped with a golden box of ziliujin - it lets out a soft pshhh of steam when he pulls the string back and releases the arrow, landing in the center of the target.
glancing over, he offers endorsi a bit of a grin, reaching back with his left hand for another arrow to nock it onto the string. reaching back! ] Thankfully, yes. [ HIS HAND WORKS AGAIN!!! ] You had the right idea, earlier.
[After their debacle with the owl and the painting has finished, she's wandering around the entrance to the woods - well, one particular tree, reaching for a branch. When she notices Gu Yun—]
Can you help me with something, please?
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[ even after all of that, gu yun is still in a pissy mood - it's this stupid effect and he knows it is, but also!!! also!!
he'd thought it'd be good to take a walk in the woods to try and calm down, but that hasn't helped much either, and spotting endorsi as he's called out to, gu yun pauses, and deeply considers playing deaf.
...however, earlier was kind of fun, all irritation considered, and kindness wouldn't let him anyway, so. he turns and walks over, watching her reach. ] Sure. What do you need?
[She's wandering around (definitely not looking for him or anything!!), and when she sees him at the bar... She's grabbing a glass of water solely because it's kindness week and setting it in front of him.]
I know your tolerance is back, but you still might get a headache, you know.
[ yeah of course he's at the bar. someone gave him a big full jug of rice wine to drink from so gu yun's fine. when endorsi comes over, he cocks his head, and then offers her a grin, lifting the glass. ]
You'll have to forgive me. [ his voice sounds a little wheezy? too much smoke. ] I can barely hear a word you're saying. It was loud in there, so come a little closer, ah?
Thank you. [ lifting the water glass, though....!! ]
[ on monday morning, gu yun can be found... at the shrine, actually! considering his general nature as a godless heathen, you would think this to be silly, but he fits right in among the flowering trees and serene atmosphere. he's sitting on a bench under a tree at the moment, and picking leaves off of a branch he seems to have plucked from one of the trees with his fresh claw fingers, courtesy of pride.
looking up at footsteps, he tilts his head, the beginnings of a golden crown catching the light, and then offers a smile. ] Morning.
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weekend 0, saturdayayayay
hearing someone else enter, he glances briefly over his shoulder, and then inclines his head. ]
Do you have any recommendations for this thing? I think I may be paralyzed by indecision.
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[She moves closer to the machine and just slams her hand on whatever option is closest. Hopefully it's not something hideous! She's helping.]
There.
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...French fries? [ out come the potatoes.
what. ]
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week 0 post dead!! i never started the other one my shame
he's also got cherry blossom petals in his hair, and on his shoulders, and sticking to his clothes? and occasionally, they seem to just keep appearing out of nowhere. it's whatever. it's fine. he looks up when he hears footsteps, though, and raises his head in brief greeting. hey. ]
there is no shame we are all tired
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You'll get them in your glass.
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I can't help it. Suppose I've just become so beautiful, the universe wanted to accentuate it.
[ that is so, so, so dry. ]
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w1, tuesday.
Hey, you're not dead, are you?
[very kind]
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gu yun lifts his head when someone speaks to him. he looks... well, more tired than usual, but offers endorsi a grin when she approaches, anyway, and waves a full tea cup. ]
No, but I feel like it. You can come in, if you like.
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week 1, saturday
post trial gu yun is. he's just at the bar, honestly, pouring himself a glass of very strong liquor. that's it. ]
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Won't you get a headache?
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w2, monday.
...But that's not quite the case. When she enters the kitchen, she sees that she's not alone - and in her surprise, she makes eye contact for a second too long.]
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gu yun has also been avoiding this. he's kept to himself all day, claiming a migraine; now, he's sneaking out to grab a cup of tea before leaving. so, naturally, he meets endorsi's gaze for a millisecond, and it's enough. -- ]
[ the world comes into focus in a sea of red.
it's not blood - rather, it's red kites. sleek, mid-sized air ships with beautiful red sails, hovering high in the sky around the yunmeng grand view tower, koi shaped bows focused on the spectacle occurring down below. this is great liang in celebration - it's the eve of the lunar new year. you're in high spirits, as is everyone else - after dragging your less-than-thrilled ward out of his cooped up studying to play along, and a rousing dinner and drinks with your men, you've made your way out onto the deck of the kites to watch the show below, on the round ting yuan platform. nobility watch the show from the ground level, and the common folk clamor around the upper levels to get a sight of such a fantastic piece of entertainment. you're tipsy and warm, pleased from a long evening of celebration, and ready to take in this year's act.
it's a circus. you're far away, and you have to take a pair of binoculars to your liuli glass to see properly. as a tiger leaps through a set of flaming hoops. people throw gold coins to the sides of the ring shaped platform, tipping the performers, as they cheer and delight in the spectacle. round after round of applause rings through the platform.
but there's something raising the hairs on the back of your neck, and your danger senses are finely honed. you lock your vision onto the tiger, who is looking increasingly uneasy and agitated as it hops from flaming hoop to flaming hoop, and like a train crash imminent, you watch as an idiotic audience member from the upper deck throws an unbelievable rain of golden coins directly into the ring.
the tiger snarls, turns around, and breaks free of its hold, immediately tearing a chunk out of the clown standing beside it, who screams, and the entire place bursts into chaos.
your instincts are fast, though, as the common folks scream for the joy of gold, unable to see the tiger's attack, while the rich flee from the tiger, who bounds into the crowd. you grab chang geng's shoulder and shove him behind you, and turn to the door. the private red kite of the black iron camp has a longbow, and you grab it and a pack of arrows, pushing chang geng into the main room of the ship, much to his protest, shutting the door in his face. a second passes. you turn your attention to the screaming crowd below and nock an arrow.
"Everyone calm down!" one of your soldiers shouts - several more in their black armor leap from the red kites to the ground below, iron wings catching the air and drifting down to immediately provide reinforcement, "The Marquis of Order is here, don't cause a commotion!"
those three words are effective enough to stop the crowd - some of the hubbub and screaming silences at the sheer weight of your title. it gives you the moment you need, as you take your archery stance and turn your gaze down to the crowd below. the tiger has moved on from roaring, taking a leap and pinning a man to the ground, screaming.
five minutes ago, you were tipsy-drunk, and now, all of your focus narrows down to the world below. the hot wind from the engines of the great kites blows your hair back, as you move to the head of the great kite, and tilt your body downwards. you are hundreds of feet in the air above, the target barely a pinprick, and your vision already isn't good. the chaos calms down to nothing in your ears.
you inhale. and on the exhale, you release the arrow and the bowstring.
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the arrow shoots like a meteor, streaking through the sky and threading through the cobweb-like rope structures that keep the red kite ships in place - it slams, with pinpoint accuracy, into the back of the tiger's head. it pierces through the skull of the beast's head - it sways, once, and slams dead into the ground.
the man underneath it is unharmed.
you don't get time to think about it, though, because as fast as lightning, you grab another arrow, nock it, turn a quarter inch, lean back on the doorframe, and fire. the arrow shrieks through the air, and there's a scream on the deck, a hundred feet below - it grazes over the head of a foreigner and hits the center of his hat, pinning it to the closest post, the tail of the arrow vibrating with the force of the shot. the man falls out of his chair, flat on his ass, and looks up, making eye contact with you.
you regard him, for a moment, the man who you observed - who threw all of those gold coins onto the deck and started the chaos.
a hush falls over the entire platform, and you stand straight and tall, dropping your archer's stance and tipping up your chin. ]
Plotting to harm people. [ you say, clear and sharp, as the crowd seems to take its first breath again. you turn to the black iron soldier who told the crowd you were there, regarding him. ] Arrest that man for questioning.
[ you turn - you hear the man's iron eagle kickstart, as he immediately, unquestioningly, follows your order-- and hang the longbow back up on the post behind you. ]
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w2, thursday.
Well, you certainly seem like you went through something unpleasant.
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[ he's like not actively bleeding anymore, so there's that!! waiting to vibe in the pod over curfew like a good boy. ]
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w2, sunday.
Ah, feeling better?
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glancing over, he offers endorsi a bit of a grin, reaching back with his left hand for another arrow to nock it onto the string. reaching back! ] Thankfully, yes. [ HIS HAND WORKS AGAIN!!! ] You had the right idea, earlier.
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w4, wednesday.
Can you help me with something, please?
[that would be delivered much differently under another weekly effect]
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he'd thought it'd be good to take a walk in the woods to try and calm down, but that hasn't helped much either, and spotting endorsi as he's called out to, gu yun pauses, and deeply considers playing deaf.
...however, earlier was kind of fun, all irritation considered, and kindness wouldn't let him anyway, so. he turns and walks over, watching her reach. ] Sure. What do you need?
[ wow we're so polite suddenly ]
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i really love when dw just eats my notifs for no fucking reason
smh dw
w4, sunday.
I know your tolerance is back, but you still might get a headache, you know.
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You'll have to forgive me. [ his voice sounds a little wheezy? too much smoke. ] I can barely hear a word you're saying. It was loud in there, so come a little closer, ah?
Thank you. [ lifting the water glass, though....!! ]
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w5 monday
I only meant that you're both rather good at punching, and that you're far prettier. Good morning.
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[She says that so easily... But she's in the spa when he finds her, doing her nails.]
I'm probably better at punching than him, too. [untrue but it's fine] Liking the new areas?
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week 6! tuesday morning
Simulation room, if you want answers about it.
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[...But she'll head that way regardless.]
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w7, monday!
looking up at footsteps, he tilts his head, the beginnings of a golden crown catching the light, and then offers a smile. ] Morning.