[ zhongli is scalier, even moreso than from when the return happened yesterday. brown, gemstone-like scales are along his jawline, cheekbones, and browline now as he walks the exterior of the library like there's something to find. he has his spear held in one hand, tail twitching in agitation behind him, but he slows, realizing that he has kaworu coming into the area. ]
Kaworu. [ not going to ask how he's doing because he's. such an unusual case. but he'll gauge how he's doing with a onceover with his eyes. ] Have you heard or seen anything..?
[ he wants to put this teenager under a microscope. but he does nod with the information. and the nails.
the wings don't seem to register to him beyond "that's a lot of wing." ]
... I would rather we not have had anyone die, though I can see the reasoning for why you'd think that. [ they're never going to agree on anything outright. ] Was it only you in the spa?
Well, if people keep showing up bleeding someone is bound to die. [Like it's true. Feel free to disagree.] No. There was Shadowheart, Anders, Richie, and ah... the never-a-hag girl who did my nails... Wiš'adel.
Factually true, but my sentiment remains. [ like. can we just both avoid bleeding everywhere, and also maybe consider a little human empathy maybe possibly? ] ... I will not be asking why you call her that, but that Rich was at the spa after his injuries...
[ sighing ]
Claude was with us, in the marketplace, so I suppose I shouldn't be shocked that everyone scattered. But so, too, were Mister Adolphe and Brimstone.
[ this is a non-starter that i'm stealing the trend from flurry and aki. let me know if you want to start with baby dragon in the meadow or if you want an adult zhongli to help wrangle small children/explore dangerous with. ]
[ he will be scooped up and protected from harm like he should've been instead of being made to pilot sentient mechs.
wherever he is, zhongli - pauses, considering the threat of the jabberwock that clearly exists and all of the things that small children should not be getting themselves into. he gentles his voice immediately. ]
[ he does the walt disney move of taking a knee, arms folding neatly across the raised thigh, to make himself smaller and to respectfully speak to him more eye-to-eye. ]
Well, then I will keep that a secret between us. Perhaps we can find your way back before someone takes notice?
[ i'm going to drop us directly into memshare so that i can make sure we get everything taken care of. so whether they're in the funhouse or step through a doorway and find themselves there...
well, congrats! you've been chosen for a memory of names for this one! if you want another one later on in the thread or the week i've GOT you. ]
[Kaworu watches. He's used to this by now. Or at least used to the way their memories and reality are starting to interweave. He watches and sees war. There's always so much war. It's such a shame that everyone is so inclined towards it, whether they be mortal or not.]
Did you really care to free him? Or was it simply a convenience of winning the battle?
zhongli is getting used to seeing this memory in particular, along with a few others. the world insists upon making him relive the archon war in spades, it seems, but... that's alright. ]
He deserved freedom. Still does, now, nearly 3000 years later, where he is still living his life as he sees fit. It is not something I would go back and change, save to do it sooner.
[ once the gathering has dispersed, zhongli drifts to check on everyone. especially after kaworu's whackass powers reveal like he's a starfish. my thoughts, not peepaw's. he reaches out and touches the back of kaworu's shoulder, affection and contact and just sort of. checking in on him. ]
An exciting few days. How are you feeling, Kaworu? Any plans for the celebration tomorrow?
[ we are... somewhere in the neighborhood? the gazebo, maybe, so that zhongli's easy to find for those that are coming and going through all of, well. this. there's a light, golden glow coming from his hands - and as part of his hands, as well - as he can be found manipulating geo energy quietly. his emotions are still distant enough to not really be there, but his thoughts are filled with shapes, and brief blips of peoples' words or faces as he works.
a bottle of osmanthus wine sits next to him, but no glass. so he's probably just been drinking from it directly while doing his task at the moment. on his lap is a velvet-lined box, with a few things in the bottom of it already. what they are isn't immediately apparent, but they're the same color as whatever is in his hands right now.
without looking up right away: ] The final day comes tomorrow. How are you feeling about it?
[ the light fades, and he deposits his work into the box - then looks up at kaworu, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for kaworu. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
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wk 1; friday
Kaworu. [ not going to ask how he's doing because he's. such an unusual case. but he'll gauge how he's doing with a onceover with his eyes. ] Have you heard or seen anything..?
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No. I was in the spa. [His nails are painted! See.]
If anyone goes to die, I thought it would be Richie. He lost an arm and was bleeding everywhere.
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the wings don't seem to register to him beyond "that's a lot of wing." ]
... I would rather we not have had anyone die, though I can see the reasoning for why you'd think that. [ they're never going to agree on anything outright. ] Was it only you in the spa?
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Well, if people keep showing up bleeding someone is bound to die. [Like it's true. Feel free to disagree.] No. There was Shadowheart, Anders, Richie, and ah... the never-a-hag girl who did my nails... Wiš'adel.
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Factually true, but my sentiment remains. [ like. can we just both avoid bleeding everywhere, and also maybe consider a little human empathy maybe possibly? ] ... I will not be asking why you call her that, but that Rich was at the spa after his injuries...
[ sighing ]
Claude was with us, in the marketplace, so I suppose I shouldn't be shocked that everyone scattered. But so, too, were Mister Adolphe and Brimstone.
wk 2; monday
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wherever he is, zhongli - pauses, considering the threat of the jabberwock that clearly exists and all of the things that small children should not be getting themselves into. he gentles his voice immediately. ]
Hello there, little friend. Are you alright?
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[Zhongli is not familiar to him either and he wasn't supposed to speak to anyone but he's already messed up.]
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Well, then I will keep that a secret between us. Perhaps we can find your way back before someone takes notice?
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I don't know how to get back. I don't know how I got here. Or where this is. Are we still in Germany?
wk 3; wednesday
well, congrats! you've been chosen for a memory of names for this one! if you want another one later on in the thread or the week i've GOT you. ]
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Did you really care to free him? Or was it simply a convenience of winning the battle?
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zhongli is getting used to seeing this memory in particular, along with a few others. the world insists upon making him relive the archon war in spades, it seems, but... that's alright. ]
He deserved freedom. Still does, now, nearly 3000 years later, where he is still living his life as he sees fit. It is not something I would go back and change, save to do it sooner.
wk 7; wednesday
An exciting few days. How are you feeling, Kaworu? Any plans for the celebration tomorrow?
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I hope we do karaoke again.
wk 7; endgame
a bottle of osmanthus wine sits next to him, but no glass. so he's probably just been drinking from it directly while doing his task at the moment. on his lap is a velvet-lined box, with a few things in the bottom of it already. what they are isn't immediately apparent, but they're the same color as whatever is in his hands right now.
without looking up right away: ] The final day comes tomorrow. How are you feeling about it?
[ the light fades, and he deposits his work into the box - then looks up at kaworu, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for kaworu. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
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[Kaworu just watches the shapes being manipulated. He feels sad to leave and yet there's a desperation to escape all the bad memories that linger.]