[ oh, there he is. okay. that's fine. at the question, bixing looks up... and then he laughs a little, murmurs I got this, and lets out a wolf whistle. ]
Hey, come on, seriously? We're both just humble scholars. Neither of us have a lot of money, and you still tried to use an old trick like that? Not even a special one for a couple of lookers like my friend and I, here? I'm hurt!
[ a moment passes, and a lady pops her head out of the apartment window. it's a demon lady, and she is. scantily clad. she starts laughing, though, and bixing touches a hand to his heart like he's been offended, playing it up like a goof. ]
Listen, come on, you just tried to splash us both. You're pretty cute, but we almost got soaked and you wouldn't have gotten anything out of it! Let's just call it even, maybe toss us a pack of cigarettes as an apology?
[ there's some muffled chatter from up in the window. bixing gives rynlan a little elbow, and if he could wink, he would, and after a moment... a package of cigarettes comes sailing down from where the water had been dumped previously. ]
[oh, well, if bixing's got it-- rynlan lets him handle it, watching with interest, and as the package is thrown down he catches it out of the air with a little shadow tendril.
[ bixing says with a grin, taking the package and putting it in his breast pocket. a present for his favorite chain smoker for later, though he does pop the top off and take one out before tucking it away.
he waves up to the people in the windows overhead, with a cheerful -] Thanks, friends!
[ and there's some giggling and cooing and laughing - the scantily clad woman blows a kiss to them both, and he mimes catching it and sticking it in his pocket, and then laughs, gesturing for rynlan. onwards. ]
A scam. [ help. he says this perfectly goodnatured, twirling the cigarette he took out of his pocket between his fingers with a flourish before handing it to rynlan. payment from the payment! ] Old trick to catch someone in a honey pot, really. They dump water on you from the window, the person usually gets mad, right, and starts demanding an apology? It gives the people inside a chance to wheedle a little and say it's an accident, lure them inside with promises of an apology or dry clothes. Then one thing leads to another, it turns to a whole package of drinking and partying, and the next thing you know, all your valuables are gone and you're out on the street in your boxers.
That was quick thinking with the shield, though. Nice reflexes!
[rynlan. but he takes the cigarette with a little nod; he doesn't have a lighter, so he holds it up to one of his hair tentacles, which reflexively curls around it. built-in storage.]
What else am I going to do with my magic restored, not use it where I can?
[ he taps the cigarette box in his chest pocket. ] But I, Rynlan, am trying very hard to be a married man. Maybe even more so than usual.
[ also going to a brothel sounds like the most boring time of bixing's life, actually, but that's besides the point. he watches the tentacle thing, fascinated briefly by it. wao... ] And it must feel great, to have that back, huh?
[he does this with pens and stuff too, just not super often-- usually, he's alone when he's writing. he might've seen it briefly like, once.]
Very. ...Safer, at the least.
[he can float even if he can't run effectively, he can defend himself... besides when he's got his personal tank with him, this is the most relaxed he's felt in weeks.]
[ rynlan will see bixing's expression warm a little at safer. after the sunday he had? good. that makes him feel a sense of relief.
as for the question, though... he leans in a little like he's telling a secret. a juicy, juicy secret ] I think I'm going to try to propose while we're still here.
I don't have a plan quite yet! I'm still working on that part. We just - well, we talked about it a little out of order, this weekend, and I joked about it, and then he said "not if I do it first", but I seriously doubt he will, and even if he would, I can't lose that kind of challenge.
All right, well, he's going to say yes no matter what-- but if he's making a challenge out of it, then don't spend too long planning. What do you have so far, as ideas go--
[he's pulling out his notebook as he speaks, holding it with a couple shadowy tendrils as he retrieves a pen from his hoodie pocket.]
You're really prepared for this! Even more than me! [ cute... but, bixing tents his fingers together, thoughtfully. ]
Well. I have to get a ring, first. That's the first step. I already know his ring size, so that's not hard. Just need to find one here. And then... I thought maybe I could take him back to the home biome and do it there. Oh, and I want to get - well, I was thinking about getting Zhanlu involved because I still have ownership access of him and I don't think Lin remembers.
I could 3D print one myself, if I could find a 3D printer, but... there are all kinds of shops here. I think I should be able to find something. I thought I might ask some of the previously dead, see if they've found anywhere.
[ since they've been around and all.
he nods, though, watching rynlan take notes... ]
I can just set his permissions and hide them from Lin. I was able to get into his system this morning finally, now that my personal device works, so, that'll be easy. Admin access means he'll be forced to keep it secret whether he wants to blab or not.
Just be careful who you ask, and make sure they'll keep their mouth shut about it.
[an ear flicks, as he takes a couple more notes down, seemingly contemplating something.]
...you know, having seen him looking human, it feels a little odd now to hear things like that. We don't have anything like him where I'm from, though.
Don't worry. If there's anyone who could handle that kind of sensitive information, it's going to be Uriel.
[ his bestie... expert in romance... bixing would trust uriel with his life and maybe especially his romantic life.
anyway. the second part gets bixing to tilt his head. huh. ] ...I never thought about it like that. [ a beat, and then, with a playful nudge: ] Don't try and flirt with Zhanlu, okay?
I've seen the computers here, you cannot tell me he's the same thing.
[the more he learns about tech the less he truly understands it, damn. what's a PROCESSOR.]
...I do want to ask you something, though, you mentioning your proposal reminded me. Obviously I'm not doing that, but I do want to-- I should figure something out for Thancred.
Those dinosaurs? No! I mean, well, technically, but those things are ancient, even after I tuned them up.
[ someone has been busy recently
anyway ] Zhanlu's more like Yoru and Aiba, over anything, but - well, way more advanced than either of them. They're both wonders of technology, respectively, but Zhanlu's incredible.
[ don't let him nerd out about AI for the next twenty years, though, because he just might. thankfully, the question draws his attention back, and he tilts his head. ] What are you thinking?
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[well. what he reflexively does is he casts a quick shield onto bixing, and then he just
dissipates temporarily into a little ball of shadowy energy.]
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splash goes the water. lu bixing looks startled, but it turns from surprise into resignation, and he looks to the left and theres just
a ball there?! ] Rynlan?! [ that's way more surprising HELLo ]
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What was that?!
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Hey, come on, seriously? We're both just humble scholars. Neither of us have a lot of money, and you still tried to use an old trick like that? Not even a special one for a couple of lookers like my friend and I, here? I'm hurt!
[ a moment passes, and a lady pops her head out of the apartment window. it's a demon lady, and she is. scantily clad. she starts laughing, though, and bixing touches a hand to his heart like he's been offended, playing it up like a goof. ]
Listen, come on, you just tried to splash us both. You're pretty cute, but we almost got soaked and you wouldn't have gotten anything out of it! Let's just call it even, maybe toss us a pack of cigarettes as an apology?
[ there's some muffled chatter from up in the window. bixing gives rynlan a little elbow, and if he could wink, he would, and after a moment... a package of cigarettes comes sailing down from where the water had been dumped previously. ]
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the tendril deposits it in bixing's hands.]
Not half bad. What was that anyway, Bixing?
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[ bixing says with a grin, taking the package and putting it in his breast pocket. a present for his favorite chain smoker for later, though he does pop the top off and take one out before tucking it away.
he waves up to the people in the windows overhead, with a cheerful -] Thanks, friends!
[ and there's some giggling and cooing and laughing - the scantily clad woman blows a kiss to them both, and he mimes catching it and sticking it in his pocket, and then laughs, gesturing for rynlan. onwards. ]
A scam. [ help. he says this perfectly goodnatured, twirling the cigarette he took out of his pocket between his fingers with a flourish before handing it to rynlan. payment from the payment! ] Old trick to catch someone in a honey pot, really. They dump water on you from the window, the person usually gets mad, right, and starts demanding an apology? It gives the people inside a chance to wheedle a little and say it's an accident, lure them inside with promises of an apology or dry clothes. Then one thing leads to another, it turns to a whole package of drinking and partying, and the next thing you know, all your valuables are gone and you're out on the street in your boxers.
That was quick thinking with the shield, though. Nice reflexes!
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[rynlan. but he takes the cigarette with a little nod; he doesn't have a lighter, so he holds it up to one of his hair tentacles, which reflexively curls around it. built-in storage.]
What else am I going to do with my magic restored, not use it where I can?
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[ he taps the cigarette box in his chest pocket. ] But I, Rynlan, am trying very hard to be a married man. Maybe even more so than usual.
[ also going to a brothel sounds like the most boring time of bixing's life, actually, but that's besides the point. he watches the tentacle thing, fascinated briefly by it. wao... ] And it must feel great, to have that back, huh?
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Very. ...Safer, at the least.
[he can float even if he can't run effectively, he can defend himself... besides when he's got his personal tank with him, this is the most relaxed he's felt in weeks.]
What's got you trying harder than usual, though?
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as for the question, though... he leans in a little like he's telling a secret. a juicy, juicy secret ] I think I'm going to try to propose while we're still here.
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[ohhhh. his eyes immediately widen, ears perked right up, looking immediately fascinated.
~i don't care about romance~ he says every so often, like a fucking liar.]
All right, you have to tell me how.
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I don't have a plan quite yet! I'm still working on that part. We just - well, we talked about it a little out of order, this weekend, and I joked about it, and then he said "not if I do it first", but I seriously doubt he will, and even if he would, I can't lose that kind of challenge.
[ romance ]
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[he's pulling out his notebook as he speaks, holding it with a couple shadowy tendrils as he retrieves a pen from his hoodie pocket.]
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You're really prepared for this! Even more than me! [ cute... but, bixing tents his fingers together, thoughtfully. ]
Well. I have to get a ring, first. That's the first step. I already know his ring size, so that's not hard. Just need to find one here. And then... I thought maybe I could take him back to the home biome and do it there. Oh, and I want to get - well, I was thinking about getting Zhanlu involved because I still have ownership access of him and I don't think Lin remembers.
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Home biome's a good plan. Romantic, definitely. If you can't find a ring, then maybe you can get a stand-in made, something along those lines...
[hmmm.]
If you're sure he'll keep it a surprise, then yes, absolutely Zhanlu.
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[ since they've been around and all.
he nods, though, watching rynlan take notes... ]
I can just set his permissions and hide them from Lin. I was able to get into his system this morning finally, now that my personal device works, so, that'll be easy. Admin access means he'll be forced to keep it secret whether he wants to blab or not.
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[an ear flicks, as he takes a couple more notes down, seemingly contemplating something.]
...you know, having seen him looking human, it feels a little odd now to hear things like that. We don't have anything like him where I'm from, though.
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[ his bestie... expert in romance... bixing would trust uriel with his life and maybe especially his romantic life.
anyway. the second part gets bixing to tilt his head. huh. ] ...I never thought about it like that. [ a beat, and then, with a playful nudge: ] Don't try and flirt with Zhanlu, okay?
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[listen. LISTEN. HE HAS EYES. HE HAS PERCEIVED ZHANLU.]
If you don't want people to flirt with your artificial men, stop making them attractive.
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[ the idea of flirting with zhanlu is so beyond lost on lu bixing for so many reasons.
a beat. ] Though, granted, he is the pinnacle of New Sidereal technology. His processors are incredibly sexy.
[ That's
not what rynlan means but go off i guess ]
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[the more he learns about tech the less he truly understands it, damn. what's a PROCESSOR.]
...I do want to ask you something, though, you mentioning your proposal reminded me. Obviously I'm not doing that, but I do want to-- I should figure something out for Thancred.
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[ someone has been busy recently
anyway ] Zhanlu's more like Yoru and Aiba, over anything, but - well, way more advanced than either of them. They're both wonders of technology, respectively, but Zhanlu's incredible.
[ don't let him nerd out about AI for the next twenty years, though, because he just might. thankfully, the question draws his attention back, and he tilts his head. ] What are you thinking?
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[and, in the almost despairing but slightly awed tone of someone who still can't believe this is happening:]
He's been writing an entire song for me, Bixing.
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[ he smiles a little at the song bit. cute... ]
Is there something you could do with your magic?
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[but it could be flexible, used the right way, maybe.]
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