Someone is camped out in the mess hall today after publically punching the director's office door. He's keeping to himself, a cup of something hot in his hands and numerous bruises on his face and arms.
The cloud over his expression cracks when he spots Yin Yu, a flicker of something complicated breaking through as he waves the other man over.]
Hey. Would you sit with me?
I made up some tea in the back. I'll go fetch you some if you'd like.
[ poor guy. though yin yu had not had many conversations with the person who had passed, he was not blind. master yu must have come from the same place as guy, and the empathetic part of him feels for his friend (?). he looks like a wreck, too, with all of those bruises.
they both look a little like a wreck, actually. yin yu's been mostly sticking to the shadows today, trying to avoid other people, so when guy spots him, it's a bit surprising, but... he nods when he sees him, ducking his head briefly to greet him with a bow. ] ...that would be very kind of you.
[ he waits for guy to head back to get tea before he actually walks over to where they were sitting, mostly because this damned effect has him walking backwards. moonwalking, actually. he hates it, don't worry. but! when guy returns, yin yu will be settled at the seat across from him, his mask still at the side of his face, but there to keep him company. ]
[He's back soon enough, the pot and an additional glass laid out on a tray. It's all extremely proper in how he goes about putting it together, the motions smooth and effortless from repetition alone. He talks as he works, voice tired but even.]
Chamomile. Pere used to tell me it was good for the nerves.
[ yin yu watches guy with quiet appreciation. he's not the tea pourer himself - chengzhu's other servants handle things like that - but nevertheless, he grew up with a similar art, and gives guy a small smile. ]
I've never had it. [ he mouths the word briefly, 'chamomile' to get used to it. ] ...thank you, Guy.
Mm, it's quite common--your technique was excellent. [ yin yu dips his head in acknowledgment as he takes the glass. ] But, this type is unfamiliar to me; green tears are our most common.
[ a quiet exhale. he's content just to sit with guy for a while if that's what he needs. his hands wrap around the warmth of the cup, letting it keep him steady, too. ]
Fair enough. We're from pretty different places, so that's to be expected. [The fact that they even called it the same thing was kind of amazing, honestly.]
Most of what I ever served was for His Grace or Lady Fabre, if that. My personal charge didn't always care for it. Green teas are pretty bitter where we're from, so that would have probably been out of the question.
i didnt even notice until now.... cries green tears ig
[ hm... you know, guy had asked him a little about himself, but yin yu hadn't really had the chance to return much of the favor. he tilts his head, genuinely curious. ]
Your personal charge was different than... his grace? So, a king or an emperor of some kind?
[An easy laugh as he lowers his cup from his lips.]
Nah, nothing like that. I'm aligned under His Majesty Emperor Peony these days. But before that, I was a personal attendant for the only son of House Fabre for around 14 years. That's who I meant.
I'm pretty sure His Majesty would never let me live it down if I was to ever call him my charge.
I see... [ hmm. they really do have similar lives, don't they? though yin yu went from an emperor to a king, and nowadays, prefers one vastly to the other... it's all quite complicated, unfortunately.
he taps the edge of his cup. ] Fourteen years is some time. [ ....for a human being, anyway. ] Did you two grow together?
We did. I was four years his senior, so he was only three when I was employed by the manor. You watch a person change quite a bit in that kind of time.
[Not that that itself wasn't horribly complicated. But Luke's situation was hardly something he wanted to air out, especially right now.]
What about you? Your crimson king - how long have you been under his stay?
...It's been at least two centuries. I haven't really kept track. [ honestly, time didn't really matter that much once he started working for chengzhu. he had long since learned not to overthink the small blessings--he was quite lucky to still be alive, maybe. ] As for my lord's titles... he has many, so you may have to be more specific.
[ crimson rain sought flower??? ghost city master? "the scourge of heaven"? the ghost king? it goes on. ]
[ storytime!! he doesn't seem to mind talking when it comes to his lord. ] My master's moniker comes from what he is most well known for; he has made the sky rain with the blood of the enemies he has laid waste to, thus the 'crimson rain'. In the case of this particular story, Chengzhu had sought out the nest of another Calamity...well, a wrath level ghost simply known as the "Green Ghost" and annihilated it. As the crimson rain of blood began to fall on the field where the nest had been, Chengzhu spotted a single white flower among the carnage struggling to stay blooming. He stopped, and opened a paper umbrella to protect the white flower so it wasn't dirtied by a drop, staying there until the rain was complete.
Thus, his name - 'Crimson Rain Sought Flower', Xue Yu Tan Hua.
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WEEK ONE - FRIDAY
Someone is camped out in the mess hall today after publically punching the director's office door. He's keeping to himself, a cup of something hot in his hands and numerous bruises on his face and arms.
The cloud over his expression cracks when he spots Yin Yu, a flicker of something complicated breaking through as he waves the other man over.]
Hey. Would you sit with me?
I made up some tea in the back. I'll go fetch you some if you'd like.
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they both look a little like a wreck, actually. yin yu's been mostly sticking to the shadows today, trying to avoid other people, so when guy spots him, it's a bit surprising, but... he nods when he sees him, ducking his head briefly to greet him with a bow. ] ...that would be very kind of you.
[ he waits for guy to head back to get tea before he actually walks over to where they were sitting, mostly because this damned effect has him walking backwards. moonwalking, actually. he hates it, don't worry. but! when guy returns, yin yu will be settled at the seat across from him, his mask still at the side of his face, but there to keep him company. ]
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Chamomile. Pere used to tell me it was good for the nerves.
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I've never had it. [ he mouths the word briefly, 'chamomile' to get used to it. ] ...thank you, Guy.
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[He'll give a little bow of his head as he hands Yin Yu his glass, before setting the pot aside and returning to his own seat.]
Do they not normally serve tea in that Ghost City of yours?
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[ a quiet exhale. he's content just to sit with guy for a while if that's what he needs. his hands wrap around the warmth of the cup, letting it keep him steady, too. ]
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Most of what I ever served was for His Grace or Lady Fabre, if that. My personal charge didn't always care for it. Green teas are pretty bitter where we're from, so that would have probably been out of the question.
i didnt even notice until now.... cries green tears ig
Your personal charge was different than... his grace? So, a king or an emperor of some kind?
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Nah, nothing like that. I'm aligned under His Majesty Emperor Peony these days. But before that, I was a personal attendant for the only son of House Fabre for around 14 years. That's who I meant.
I'm pretty sure His Majesty would never let me live it down if I was to ever call him my charge.
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he taps the edge of his cup. ] Fourteen years is some time. [ ....for a human being, anyway. ] Did you two grow together?
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[Not that that itself wasn't horribly complicated. But Luke's situation was hardly something he wanted to air out, especially right now.]
What about you? Your crimson king - how long have you been under his stay?
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You won't believe me if I tell you, I don't think. Let's leave it at a very long time.
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[your apparent age is on the cards, yin yu, it's fine]
Besides, I've been wanting to ask how metaphorical that title is. Now you've just got me even more curious.
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...It's been at least two centuries. I haven't really kept track. [ honestly, time didn't really matter that much once he started working for chengzhu. he had long since learned not to overthink the small blessings--he was quite lucky to still be alive, maybe. ] As for my lord's titles... he has many, so you may have to be more specific.
[ crimson rain sought flower??? ghost city master? "the scourge of heaven"? the ghost king? it goes on. ]
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Well, if we're talking that much time, then I can take some guesses for the Ghost King.
But you mentioned Crimson Rain Sought Flower before. Is there a story behind that?
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[ storytime!! he doesn't seem to mind talking when it comes to his lord. ] My master's moniker comes from what he is most well known for; he has made the sky rain with the blood of the enemies he has laid waste to, thus the 'crimson rain'. In the case of this particular story, Chengzhu had sought out the nest of another Calamity...well, a wrath level ghost simply known as the "Green Ghost" and annihilated it. As the crimson rain of blood began to fall on the field where the nest had been, Chengzhu spotted a single white flower among the carnage struggling to stay blooming. He stopped, and opened a paper umbrella to protect the white flower so it wasn't dirtied by a drop, staying there until the rain was complete.
Thus, his name - 'Crimson Rain Sought Flower', Xue Yu Tan Hua.