[ well, it's not hua cheng that he gets to see first.
it's a nine-tailed fox the size of a golden retriever, right eye closed and ears perked as it paws out of the starlight and into the bathroom ahead of claude's suitemate. he does follow after, though. ]
... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. [ hm ] Participants have had roommates, so this is a step up, in some ways.
[ He smiles down at the fox before looking up at Hua Cheng. ]
Yeah, the last place I was in had be sharing a room with three others, so I'm definitely not complaining. [ Hmm. ] You wouldn't be able to see into my room, would you?
Not at all. Considering my title was Watcher when I was on the other side of our group's murder shitshow, I would expect far less privacy by experience.
Which means we probably don't have all that much. But at least we have it with each other, I guess.
Hua Cheng can get plenty of exhaustion and remorse from Claude, though he's not doing much to hide it. His wyvern is also here! Perched on the bathtub, waiting for it to fill up. ]
[ hua cheng has the decency to read the blips and also knock before opening the door, mostly because of not wanting to walk in on claude. tanhua is first through again, but he's right after.
he glances at the wyvern, then at claude. ]
... I suppose you can consider this me checking on you, since I can feel that. [ and he might have one eye, but it's one that works very well. ]
[ a twisted blip that basically equates to ugh goes here. ]
Interest and habit, I suppose. [ so, yeah, basically. ] Even if it's been some time since I was in charge of participants, being back in the setting brings habits again.
we are meeting somewhere in the void of wiwaldi campus, though, because running into each other like this means no, real escape options available. it being day two of memories popping up in stardust has him trying to avoid them, for the most part.
[ The will to live is familiar, when Claude follows Hua Cheng's tired steps, knowing that it's not until death looms like a shadow that your desperation to fight another day really shows itself. Clinging to an ideal and a dream.
But it's not the same, because Hua Cheng marches on. He doesn't relinquish his weapon even long after Claude would've retreated to lick his wounds.
When he finally draws his last breath, it feels like a forgone conclusion.
[ there's something... distant, in the expression on hua cheng's face as the memory fades. it's a familiar one - even 800 years doesn't tarnish the memory of your death, for someone like him - but he doesn't seem particularly upset to see it. ]
Once. Unable to live past eighteen, just as I was told.
If you asked the gods, though, they would likely tell you any of many a rumor, including that I sprung forth from the most evil place in all of the three realms. As you do.
I don't tend to, either. Their rumors are amusing at least.
Challenged 35 of them to martial and civil competitions. Only 33 accepted, and I beat them for all of their followers to see, before burning down all of their temples in the mortal realm. Some of them still persist to this day, and overall the Heavens don't particularly like me.
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it's a nine-tailed fox the size of a golden retriever, right eye closed and ears perked as it paws out of the starlight and into the bathroom ahead of claude's suitemate. he does follow after, though. ]
... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. [ hm ] Participants have had roommates, so this is a step up, in some ways.
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Yeah, the last place I was in had be sharing a room with three others, so I'm definitely not complaining. [ Hmm. ] You wouldn't be able to see into my room, would you?
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[ vague. but the fox scrutinizes him while hua cheng looks past claude, eye narrowing. ]
... no, the doorway looks like it's filled with a night sky, almost. Is it the same for you looking into mine?
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Yes. I wonder... [ He walks toward the void to see if he can pass through it and.
Bonk! Resistance! ]
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both hua cheng and tanhua snort at the bonk, and he moves his hand to his hip. ]
Suppose they're allowing some privacy, then.
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This is honestly more privacy than I was expecting.
... Is it sad that I find it all suspicious?
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Which means we probably don't have all that much. But at least we have it with each other, I guess.
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[ o: ]
So you spied on your participants?
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We were meant to monitor separate teams, was the point of the function, but it was more a headache than anything else.
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We used it as a means to respond to distress calls when called upon. Usually when groups returned from trips.
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So you were always watching? Always?
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But I had an ear out for if someone called my name because help was needed.
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week 0, saturday, rooms?
Hua Cheng can get plenty of exhaustion and remorse from Claude, though he's not doing much to hide it. His wyvern is also here! Perched on the bathtub, waiting for it to fill up. ]
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he glances at the wyvern, then at claude. ]
... I suppose you can consider this me checking on you, since I can feel that. [ and he might have one eye, but it's one that works very well. ]
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Claude just lifts a brow at Hua Cheng. ]
Checking up on me... Out of concern?
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Interest and habit, I suppose. [ so, yeah, basically. ] Even if it's been some time since I was in charge of participants, being back in the setting brings habits again.
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I have no interest in being babysat, you know.
[ But he says he gently, as if telling him that he doesn't need to bother. ]
wk 3; tuesday
we are meeting somewhere in the void of wiwaldi campus, though, because running into each other like this means no, real escape options available. it being day two of memories popping up in stardust has him trying to avoid them, for the most part.
except it happens anyways. ]
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But it's not the same, because Hua Cheng marches on. He doesn't relinquish his weapon even long after Claude would've retreated to lick his wounds.
When he finally draws his last breath, it feels like a forgone conclusion.
Claude sighs, glancing out over the campus. ]
So you were mortal, once?
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Once. Unable to live past eighteen, just as I was told.
If you asked the gods, though, they would likely tell you any of many a rumor, including that I sprung forth from the most evil place in all of the three realms. As you do.
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What did you do to end up with such a reputation?
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Challenged 35 of them to martial and civil competitions. Only 33 accepted, and I beat them for all of their followers to see, before burning down all of their temples in the mortal realm. Some of them still persist to this day, and overall the Heavens don't particularly like me.