yin yu knows black water sinking ships well enough. he's the closest thing to a "friend" that hua chengzhu has, and he knows the tale of his miserable, terrible life. he was the one who led "ming yi" to the dungeon of paradise manor, who allowed "ming yi" to escape back to the heavens to his "safety", where he had been plotting vengeance against the god who wronged him for hundreds of years.
he doesn't know much of the details, but he knows that for some reason, black water had left the windmaster alive in the process, despite the wrongs done to him by their sibling.
it must not be so different. there's no judgement on yin yu's face, just quiet understanding as he processes the details. ] Was it the young master who made things change?
Edited (i can't speak english apparently) 2020-07-10 11:27 (UTC)
[That seriousness breaks, just enough for his lips to quirk up with a fond warmth.]
Yeah.
...
Originally, I hated him just as much as I hated his father. He had everything I couldn't, groomed to be the tertiary heir to the Kimlascan throne. He was headstrong and rude. Always a brat. Horrible temper. I used to dream about taking my father's sword off their trophy walls and running him through.
[It was both a mockery and a motivation, to have that sword hanging right where he could see it.
...]
When Luke was about ten, he just vanished from the manor. Everyone said it was a kidnapping. He was gone for a while. But when he was finally found... well, he'd forgotten everything. Not just memories, either... He didn't even know how to walk or talk.
[ how odd... in his own world, yin yu would check that up to a memory eating demon, maybe, or him being swapped with a ghost child, or even a possession. he's long since learned that everyone's homes are far different than his, though, so.
aside from a brief flicker at the thought of his father's sword hanging on the wall - truly, how cruel - he doesn't react much, beyond a furrow of his brow in curiosity. ] ...Did you ever discover what happened?
Yeah. Eventually. Not until he was almost eighteen, though. Before then, we all just assumed it was trauma from whatever happened that wiped out everything. It's not completely unheard of. At the time, I didn't care one way or another. I assumed it would all come back someday, and that he'd turn right back into that kid I hated.
But that never happened.
[Another pause. This is getting into complicated territory, verging on a boundary that he doesn't want to cross. But at least he can provide basics.]
You've been around for a while, Yin Yu. Have you ever heard of replication where you're from?
yin yu brings a hand to his mouth, expression thoughtful. ] ...as in, making a copy of something? [ there are demons that can perfectly replicate the appearance of others. ghosts that can, too. his master is an expert shapeshifter, and there are certainly demons or ghosts that will take the place of children and live that way, too.
Close. I'm no expert. But from what I understand, replication normally makes imitations down to a fonic level, but rarely matches the frequency of that object. A replica of a living thing, though, gets a lot more complicated--
[Ah. That's right, they never did explore that...
If Yin Yu starts looking a little lost, Guy's expression will fall sheepish, rubbing at his neck lightly.]
...Right, that's still new for you. I'm sorry. I never really give you that explaination you wanted on our date, did I?
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yin yu knows black water sinking ships well enough. he's the closest thing to a "friend" that hua chengzhu has, and he knows the tale of his miserable, terrible life. he was the one who led "ming yi" to the dungeon of paradise manor, who allowed "ming yi" to escape back to the heavens to his "safety", where he had been plotting vengeance against the god who wronged him for hundreds of years.
he doesn't know much of the details, but he knows that for some reason, black water had left the windmaster alive in the process, despite the wrongs done to him by their sibling.
it must not be so different. there's no judgement on yin yu's face, just quiet understanding as he processes the details. ] Was it the young master who made things change?
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Yeah.
...
Originally, I hated him just as much as I hated his father. He had everything I couldn't, groomed to be the tertiary heir to the Kimlascan throne. He was headstrong and rude. Always a brat. Horrible temper. I used to dream about taking my father's sword off their trophy walls and running him through.
[It was both a mockery and a motivation, to have that sword hanging right where he could see it.
...]
When Luke was about ten, he just vanished from the manor. Everyone said it was a kidnapping. He was gone for a while. But when he was finally found... well, he'd forgotten everything. Not just memories, either... He didn't even know how to walk or talk.
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aside from a brief flicker at the thought of his father's sword hanging on the wall - truly, how cruel - he doesn't react much, beyond a furrow of his brow in curiosity. ] ...Did you ever discover what happened?
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But that never happened.
[Another pause. This is getting into complicated territory, verging on a boundary that he doesn't want to cross. But at least he can provide basics.]
You've been around for a while, Yin Yu. Have you ever heard of replication where you're from?
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yin yu brings a hand to his mouth, expression thoughtful. ] ...as in, making a copy of something? [ there are demons that can perfectly replicate the appearance of others. ghosts that can, too. his master is an expert shapeshifter, and there are certainly demons or ghosts that will take the place of children and live that way, too.
but...? otherwise, that's all he knows.
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[Ah. That's right, they never did explore that...
If Yin Yu starts looking a little lost, Guy's expression will fall sheepish, rubbing at his neck lightly.]
...Right, that's still new for you. I'm sorry. I never really give you that explaination you wanted on our date, did I?