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pluviosa2024-06-12 08:16 pm
nightmareofdivinity) wrote in pluviosa2024-06-12 08:16 pm
[Open] Scarred Lands
Who: Fou-Lu and OPEN.
What: A bunch of stuff. He's bored.
Where: Various, see prompts.
When: Days 12-14 (Pre-event)
Warnings: Sad dragons, possibly omnicidal rants.
Hack and Slash
Fou-Lu doesn't like to sit idly. It's against his purpose, and while he's less active than his counterpart - he can tell, somehow - he's not exactly good at doing nothing. All of those years in court just sitting and listening to advisors when he would rather be doing things himself... hmph.
But now all of the advisors are dead, and the new ones will be.
He starts on deck 8, starting up and slashing at foliage with a sword made out of pure white energy. He seems fairly frustrated by what he's doing, but he really has nothing better to do so why not? Hopefully no one else is in the way, because he's not really paying too much attention to where he's slashing.
Open Air
Once he's had his fill of that, Fou-Lu sits on the railing of the catwalk on the top level of the ship, looking out at the area around them. It's barren and empty, and he can't sense any sort of life from it. No life streams, nothing. Just... emptiness.
It's enough to shake his soul - what soul he has, at least.
Did mortals do this? They had to have - no one else could or would. No Endless would do anything like this, not unless they were commanded to by mortals. In which case it would be the fault of the mortals anyway, not the Endless.
He tilts his head in the direction of - yes, he can hear someone approaching. He doesn't look their way.
"... Thou mayest speak."
Con-Food-sion
Fou-Lu isn't known to be greatly experienced food in general - he'll eat what and when he likes, as he likes it. But some of these ingredients... he's confused. Things like miso and dumplings he understands, and he's familiar with salads. Toast is a bit less familiar, but things like pies? Cinnamon rolls?
No, those just get stares.
Coffee is also looked at with some suspicion - he tries a cup and immediately recoils from the taste. It's horribly strong and bitter. He vaguely remembers the smell, but he's never tasted it before. No thank you.
... He probably looks pretty funny to whoever's watching him, though.
Wildcard
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What: A bunch of stuff. He's bored.
Where: Various, see prompts.
When: Days 12-14 (Pre-event)
Warnings: Sad dragons, possibly omnicidal rants.
Hack and Slash
Fou-Lu doesn't like to sit idly. It's against his purpose, and while he's less active than his counterpart - he can tell, somehow - he's not exactly good at doing nothing. All of those years in court just sitting and listening to advisors when he would rather be doing things himself... hmph.
But now all of the advisors are dead, and the new ones will be.
He starts on deck 8, starting up and slashing at foliage with a sword made out of pure white energy. He seems fairly frustrated by what he's doing, but he really has nothing better to do so why not? Hopefully no one else is in the way, because he's not really paying too much attention to where he's slashing.
Open Air
Once he's had his fill of that, Fou-Lu sits on the railing of the catwalk on the top level of the ship, looking out at the area around them. It's barren and empty, and he can't sense any sort of life from it. No life streams, nothing. Just... emptiness.
It's enough to shake his soul - what soul he has, at least.
Did mortals do this? They had to have - no one else could or would. No Endless would do anything like this, not unless they were commanded to by mortals. In which case it would be the fault of the mortals anyway, not the Endless.
He tilts his head in the direction of - yes, he can hear someone approaching. He doesn't look their way.
"... Thou mayest speak."
Con-Food-sion
Fou-Lu isn't known to be greatly experienced food in general - he'll eat what and when he likes, as he likes it. But some of these ingredients... he's confused. Things like miso and dumplings he understands, and he's familiar with salads. Toast is a bit less familiar, but things like pies? Cinnamon rolls?
No, those just get stares.
Coffee is also looked at with some suspicion - he tries a cup and immediately recoils from the taste. It's horribly strong and bitter. He vaguely remembers the smell, but he's never tasted it before. No thank you.
... He probably looks pretty funny to whoever's watching him, though.
Wildcard
[Got another idea? Grab me on Discord!]