here zhongli comes, marching up the steps to where hawke is being kept. he's brought some osmanthus wine with him again, but with styrofoam cups he's gotten from the convenience store - something that he finds distasteful, but he would rather not give him anything that someone could try and use against him - as he makes his way over to the veritable cage.
his tail flicks behind him, his eyes far more draconic than they have been all week, and scales overtaking much of his visible skin, now. ]
Hello, Mister Hawke. Care for some wine, before tomorrow?
You didn't seem too inclined to move, yourself, and it felt foolish to allow you to remain in the line of fire when so many others were willing to put themselves into Mister Anders' path. [ he's going to fold himself to sit down on the floor, settling on his knees with his feet perfectly positioned beneath his tail. ] So, here we are. What do you think of the mess that's been made?
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wk 1; saturday
here zhongli comes, marching up the steps to where hawke is being kept. he's brought some osmanthus wine with him again, but with styrofoam cups he's gotten from the convenience store - something that he finds distasteful, but he would rather not give him anything that someone could try and use against him - as he makes his way over to the veritable cage.
his tail flicks behind him, his eyes far more draconic than they have been all week, and scales overtaking much of his visible skin, now. ]
Hello, Mister Hawke. Care for some wine, before tomorrow?
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We may as well! Hello to you, ser Zhongli. My thanks for the save earlier.
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You didn't seem too inclined to move, yourself, and it felt foolish to allow you to remain in the line of fire when so many others were willing to put themselves into Mister Anders' path. [ he's going to fold himself to sit down on the floor, settling on his knees with his feet perfectly positioned beneath his tail. ] So, here we are. What do you think of the mess that's been made?
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Surprisingly neater than the ones I'm usually involved in. A lot less blood and screaming for one.
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[ he'll pour him a cup, before passing it through to him. ]
Was it boredom, for you? Like it was for Jing Yuan.
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And yet, I couldn't say the same about all the fire.
[ otherwise, he takes a sip, humming a little over the taste ] There was... Almost a need. To prove myself better.
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[ far too much death and screaming and blood. zhongli hums his acknowledgment of the answer as he pours his own cup, tail twitching. ]
In combat, or simply an all-encompassing desire for betterment?
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Is there a difference? [ in this situation at least ]
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... perhaps not, when that is the route you took. [ combat and murder. ] Did you seek to be better than someone else, or simply who you were?
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Simply...... better. [ sometimes you just have the need for a bit of blood letting and giving someone a good thonk on the head? ]
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[ he really wants to try and pinpoint something. ]
At least, to the degree that you decided to take action on Thursday night.
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Hm........ When I woke up I suppose. Felt a bit like when you've got a hankering for sausage in the morning but a bit more......... itchy.