You really are the type that doesn't know what to do with attention, huh?
[A bubbling laugh, and he draws his hands away, but he just moves to sit cross-legged in front of the other man, putting his own cheeks in his hands as he looks up at Yin Yu.]
...But you know, I know exactly how you feel. I don't know how to deal with attention, either, and I kind of think that people shouldn't remember me either. [A light shake of the head. It seems surprising, doesn't it, coming from someone outgoing like him.] My face is not the best to look at, though, so there's a reason for people not wanting to remember it. I look quite scary.
[ once he pulls away, yin yu is reaching up to pull his mask back onto his face pretty much immediately. probably not all that surprising, but it makes him feel slightly more comfortable - and also will hopefully keep him from touching his face again.
that doesn't mean he's not listening, though. as he's retying the bow he glances down at him from behind the mask, quietly assessing anaido in front of him. ]
Forgive me for saying otherwise, master Anaido, but I spend all of my time with monsters and ghosts. Your face is not particularly scary.
[The mask goes back on. How nice. He wishes he could take off his mask anytime he wanted.]
[Too bad there's always another mask behind it.]
It isn't, is it? I'm just a handsome young man! [A laugh, and a shake of his head.] What if I told you that this isn't what I really look like, though?
I don't sleep much. [ which is probably (definitely) a good thing. ghost city is mostly nocturnal, but if hua cheng needs him during the day, he wakes. ] ...But I suppose I am always myself, yes.
Ah, I see. Well, dreams are strange things, you know? Some people dream themselves as other people, sometimes. In a dream, you can be anything that the dream dictates you are.
[A wink.]
In the dream, this is what I look like. In the dream, I'm a brilliant detective.
sometimes, anaido reminds him of the heavenly emperor. it's been centuries since yin yu has talked to him, but he spies on jun wu nearly constantly for hua cheng, and the similarities are the kind that could send a chill down your spine.
he's quiet, for a moment, before he shakes his head. ] So, then. Since we've established this isn't a dream, what are you making of it? Are you a beggar, in this camp?
Mmm. It's confusing, isn't it? I'm a person who shouldn't exist. I'm a little hole in reality. That's what my name means, actually. I'm a "hole well". Fitting, isn't it?
[A man defined by the fact that he technically is a nonexistence. A hole is defined by the fact it must be empty.]
I think it must be a mistake. Or merely I'm like a ghost. I exist only within this space. Like you, when I leave, I just won't be me anymore.
Then by that logic, the smartest thing to do is to make the most of this. Whatever that might mean.
[ he's not sure what the most of it means to anaido, really, and yin yu is not the type to ask unnecessary questions. ] Whether it's a mistake, or you are a ghost, or otherwise, you're still here. It may change in an hour. It may change tomorrow. But as it stands, you don't have any way of knowing when that change will come.
[ sometimes that's how yin yu gets through the day. if he is here, then he can do something for chengzhu. if he exists, then he can work hard. ]
wen ning. well. that wound's even more open than usual recently, considering what he learned this week. this was all very personal, and he's starting to feel uncomfortable again.]
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[He winks. He isn't letting go.]
I'm committing your face to memory. You aren't going to be forgotten anytime soon, Yin Yu.
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[ anaido his bubble ]
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[ anaido you're making it worse. he looks somewhere between blankly accepting and wanting to die. kind of both at the same time. ]
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[A bubbling laugh, and he draws his hands away, but he just moves to sit cross-legged in front of the other man, putting his own cheeks in his hands as he looks up at Yin Yu.]
...But you know, I know exactly how you feel. I don't know how to deal with attention, either, and I kind of think that people shouldn't remember me either. [A light shake of the head. It seems surprising, doesn't it, coming from someone outgoing like him.] My face is not the best to look at, though, so there's a reason for people not wanting to remember it. I look quite scary.
[He says with his...absolutely normal face. Huh.]
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that doesn't mean he's not listening, though. as he's retying the bow he glances down at him from behind the mask, quietly assessing anaido in front of him. ]
Forgive me for saying otherwise, master Anaido, but I spend all of my time with monsters and ghosts. Your face is not particularly scary.
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[Too bad there's always another mask behind it.]
It isn't, is it? I'm just a handsome young man! [A laugh, and a shake of his head.] What if I told you that this isn't what I really look like, though?
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[ it's not magic. those sort of things would surely be eliminated by whatever blocker is on camp. so... that seems like the logical conclusion.
me tagging this thread as fast as i can so i can get LORE ]
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[Hm, hm, hm.]
Yin Yu, do you ever become someone else in your dreams? Or are you always you?
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I don't sleep much. [ which is probably (definitely) a good thing. ghost city is mostly nocturnal, but if hua cheng needs him during the day, he wakes. ] ...But I suppose I am always myself, yes.
Are you not?
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[A wink.]
In the dream, this is what I look like. In the dream, I'm a brilliant detective.
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[ "reality", anyway. ]
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If dreams were wishes, beggars would ride.
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sometimes, anaido reminds him of the heavenly emperor. it's been centuries since yin yu has talked to him, but he spies on jun wu nearly constantly for hua cheng, and the similarities are the kind that could send a chill down your spine.
he's quiet, for a moment, before he shakes his head. ] So, then. Since we've established this isn't a dream, what are you making of it? Are you a beggar, in this camp?
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[A man defined by the fact that he technically is a nonexistence. A hole is defined by the fact it must be empty.]
I think it must be a mistake. Or merely I'm like a ghost. I exist only within this space. Like you, when I leave, I just won't be me anymore.
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[ he's not sure what the most of it means to anaido, really, and yin yu is not the type to ask unnecessary questions. ] Whether it's a mistake, or you are a ghost, or otherwise, you're still here. It may change in an hour. It may change tomorrow. But as it stands, you don't have any way of knowing when that change will come.
[ sometimes that's how yin yu gets through the day. if he is here, then he can do something for chengzhu. if he exists, then he can work hard. ]
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[He says it so lightly that one might think he's making small talk about the weather.]
I'll do my best, though. [He shakes his head.] I...can't let Wen Ning down, after all.
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[ right.
wen ning. well. that wound's even more open than usual recently, considering what he learned this week. this was all very personal, and he's starting to feel uncomfortable again.]
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[He gives an awkward sort of smile, turning his head away from Yin Yu.]
I'm sorry. I'm not used to any of this.