[ somehow, it feels as if it was better for them to have caught jing yuan in the final moments of trial last week. having nearly two hours to deliberate, to stew on the emotions, made it so much more... volatile.
zhongli walks, because it helps him think, these days, and it means that he can check on the others. there's little to do when it comes to hawke, but... there are still those, outside of the containment of the church, that might need a listening ear or some company during these times. ]
... Chrono. [ oh, boy. humans are so resilient, have proven this to him for millennia, now, but. they're also delicate, empathetic. he admires the duality, learned from it when he was young to become who he is today - but it's cruel in cases like this. ] How are you holding up?
[ maybe chrono heads through a door after the party, planning to clean up or go to bed or do some fiddling in the kitchen. well, he winds up going through a door into the funhouse of mirrors when it does a switcheroo on him, and zhongli is there, too!
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[ comic con is SO bemusing to peepaw, but you know what? it's fine. he's still interested in seeing all of the cars in the train, and... fortunately, it's safe for them to do that. drawing on the geo energy that he's had access to since his death, zhongli expands it out around he and chrono to keep them safe from tiny wizard attacks. depending on the frequency of their attacks, he might have to dispel and redo it, but for now.
Now then. At least these cars seem largely undisturbed, outside of our small friends. Shall we take a look around, while we are able? We have festivals and gatherings, but nothing quite like this, so I am interested in seeing what I missed out on, here.
[ 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 chrono, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for chrono. 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; saturday
zhongli walks, because it helps him think, these days, and it means that he can check on the others. there's little to do when it comes to hawke, but... there are still those, outside of the containment of the church, that might need a listening ear or some company during these times. ]
... Chrono. [ oh, boy. humans are so resilient, have proven this to him for millennia, now, but. they're also delicate, empathetic. he admires the duality, learned from it when he was young to become who he is today - but it's cruel in cases like this. ] How are you holding up?
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wk 3; wednesday
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wk 7; monday
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Now then. At least these cars seem largely undisturbed, outside of our small friends. Shall we take a look around, while we are able? We have festivals and gatherings, but nothing quite like this, so I am interested in seeing what I missed out on, here.
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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 chrono, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for chrono. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
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