[Open] Scarred Lands

[nightmareofdivinity]

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.


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Comments

[chainedcerberus]

Wriothesley surveys the offerings available to see what his new friend might be unfamiliar but interested in trying, then. "Well, these pasta dishes are noodle-based. The sauce is thicker, though, and they have beef instead of fish or poultry. They're usually pretty good. I always recommend garlic toast, and the potatoes are a pretty neutral starch. Probably somewhat comparative to rice, though obviously the texture would be different..."

Looking over the desserts, he points out the cinnamon rolls. "If you're looking for something sweet, I had one of the cinnamon rolls for breakfast and it was great. Do you prefer green or black tea?"

[nightmareofdivinity]

"Potatoes? Not something I doth be familiar with, but if thou says it compares to rice, I shall see. Garlic also doth be familiar, though 'toast'..." Not so much. He understands the idea of 'toasting' something, but this does not look like anything he's seen before. "'Pasta', you called this? I shalt try some."

He takes a little bit of it onto his plate, pausing when Wriothesley asks him his question. He turns and stares at the other man. "... I doth not know what 'black' tea wouldst be?" Maybe it's around now, but it definitely wasn't when he was Emperor.

[chainedcerberus]

"Obviously potatoes are a root vegetable, not a grain, but they serve a bit of the same purpose as rice does for our meals in Fontaine, and Mondstadt too, I think. Adding some bulk and providing a neutral background for stronger flavours." Wriothesley isn't a master of international cuisine, but there are enough people from other countries in the fortress that he's familiar with the basics.

He will prepare the green tea, then. "Black tea is just a more processed version of green tea - it's steamed for longer, though I believe some kinds are even smoked. It has a, uh, more bracing flavour, so some people think it's too bitter. The stimulant effects are stronger as well."

[nightmareofdivinity]

"We hath a root vegetable as well that seemeth a bit similar." A little of that, then. It might be an odd flavor combination plate but he's used to eating meals of small dishes rather than one large plate of food. "There be no need for a stimulant - I am... awake enough. I hath slept for many centuries."

That's normal, right? ... Wait, does he need to pretend to be normal? This doesn't seem like a normal situation. Ah... hm.