...Not everything it's cracked up to be. [ this time, the bitterness, the sadness - it's there, heavy like a weight on his shoulders, all over his face. there's a little smile on yin yu's face, but nothing about it is warm. just - hurt, a sort of detached irony to the situation that he came to find himself in. ]
The heavens are full of a certain kind of people. If it is a crowd you do not belong with, it does not take long to come to that knowledge. [ and for yin yu, a nobody, a plain faced, talentless person - he was almost destined to be outshined. ] I did the best that I could, but ultimately, my best was not nearly enough. No matter how hard I worked, it was not a place I belonged.
[ there were a few months of shining, warm glory, but even that was fleeting. ]
Well? screw the 20 questions format for a second, because this one looks like it's hitting a place that hurts for Yin Yu. The idea of seclusion in the land of the living was understandable, but to those that had moved on... was there even a point? Why in the world wouldn't someone with the determination and kindness of Yin Yu be welcome somewhere that could only be accessed by very few to begin with?
To think the answer coukd be the same as the living is almost sickening, and the offense on Yin Yu's behalf ripples into his tone.]
..Were there no others there that had done the same as you? You couldn't have been the only one to work your way to that by your own hands... you said it was cultivation, right?
Those of the heavens are those with a great presence. Many of the are war heroes, or great leaders. Often, ascension occurs from the moment of death - there are tales told of battlefields engulfed in light as those heroes were chosen to ascend.
Even now, in the service of Hua Chengzhu, the god that I interact with the most is so famous that there were tales told of his pure heart and amazing capability. They are, in essence, the best of the best that the mortal realm has to offer.
[ yin yu's voice is even, but he's quieted. softer. sadder. its in moments like these that him being so presenceless makes the most sense. he seems almost transparent, burdened by his own misery. ] While it is true that I earned it, it was in no way so grandiose. I may have been fine as a middle official - a lesser god, in the service of another, as most others who cultivate to immortality do - but no matter how I may have received my position as the Martial God of the West, I never truly suited it. It was never going to be mine for long.
The person who took the position from me shone with so much talent, I stood no chance.
[He stays quiet, expression tightening up until Yin Yu mentions that the position was taken from him. Not reassigned, or given away. Taken.
With how Yin Yu clearly seems to have put effort into acheiving such a role, despite how well he feels he may have belonged, the idea that that could just be robbed due to natural talent is a punch to the gut.]
That shouldn't matter. That role was yours - you earned it. Who in the world would push you out of something like that?
[How much of an insect did they consider Yin Yu to shove him aside so easily?]
It wasn't his fault. [ yin yu says, quietly. the guilt is like an iron weight resting his shoulders, pushing them down even further. this is the deepest depth of yin yu's regrets. his troubles. all of them come down to one person, and that one person wasn't even aware something was wrong until it was too late.
for a moment, that's all he really has to say. yin yu has to tread carefully: he has always been very careful with his words, and this is no exception. the wrong thing can drag him downwards into a spiral of regret and bitter anger that he wants to try and avoid. that he always wanted to avoid. i don't want to fight, he had said to jian yu. no one would let him accept himself for the failure that he was until it was too late.
eventually, though, he takes a deep breath, and lets a little more of that shadow unstick itself from his heart. ] ...the current martial god of the West was my shidi - a disciple who studied under me in our sect. I was the one who brought him into the sect off of the streets, and I chose him to ascend as a middle official in my court, too.
[ this tale just gets more and more tragic. in this case, the student didn't just surpass the teacher in old age; the student was better than the teacher from the start. ]
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yin yu looks down at his glass again. ]
...Not everything it's cracked up to be. [ this time, the bitterness, the sadness - it's there, heavy like a weight on his shoulders, all over his face. there's a little smile on yin yu's face, but nothing about it is warm. just - hurt, a sort of detached irony to the situation that he came to find himself in. ]
The heavens are full of a certain kind of people. If it is a crowd you do not belong with, it does not take long to come to that knowledge. [ and for yin yu, a nobody, a plain faced, talentless person - he was almost destined to be outshined. ] I did the best that I could, but ultimately, my best was not nearly enough. No matter how hard I worked, it was not a place I belonged.
[ there were a few months of shining, warm glory, but even that was fleeting. ]
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Well? screw the 20 questions format for a second, because this one looks like it's hitting a place that hurts for Yin Yu. The idea of seclusion in the land of the living was understandable, but to those that had moved on... was there even a point? Why in the world wouldn't someone with the determination and kindness of Yin Yu be welcome somewhere that could only be accessed by very few to begin with?
To think the answer coukd be the same as the living is almost sickening, and the offense on Yin Yu's behalf ripples into his tone.]
..Were there no others there that had done the same as you? You couldn't have been the only one to work your way to that by your own hands... you said it was cultivation, right?
Was that poorly looked upon?
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Even now, in the service of Hua Chengzhu, the god that I interact with the most is so famous that there were tales told of his pure heart and amazing capability. They are, in essence, the best of the best that the mortal realm has to offer.
[ yin yu's voice is even, but he's quieted. softer. sadder. its in moments like these that him being so presenceless makes the most sense. he seems almost transparent, burdened by his own misery. ] While it is true that I earned it, it was in no way so grandiose. I may have been fine as a middle official - a lesser god, in the service of another, as most others who cultivate to immortality do - but no matter how I may have received my position as the Martial God of the West, I never truly suited it. It was never going to be mine for long.
The person who took the position from me shone with so much talent, I stood no chance.
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With how Yin Yu clearly seems to have put effort into acheiving such a role, despite how well he feels he may have belonged, the idea that that could just be robbed due to natural talent is a punch to the gut.]
That shouldn't matter. That role was yours - you earned it. Who in the world would push you out of something like that?
[How much of an insect did they consider Yin Yu to shove him aside so easily?]
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It wasn't his fault. [ yin yu says, quietly. the guilt is like an iron weight resting his shoulders, pushing them down even further. this is the deepest depth of yin yu's regrets. his troubles. all of them come down to one person, and that one person wasn't even aware something was wrong until it was too late.
for a moment, that's all he really has to say. yin yu has to tread carefully: he has always been very careful with his words, and this is no exception. the wrong thing can drag him downwards into a spiral of regret and bitter anger that he wants to try and avoid. that he always wanted to avoid. i don't want to fight, he had said to jian yu. no one would let him accept himself for the failure that he was until it was too late.
eventually, though, he takes a deep breath, and lets a little more of that shadow unstick itself from his heart. ] ...the current martial god of the West was my shidi - a disciple who studied under me in our sect. I was the one who brought him into the sect off of the streets, and I chose him to ascend as a middle official in my court, too.
[ this tale just gets more and more tragic. in this case, the student didn't just surpass the teacher in old age; the student was better than the teacher from the start. ]