[ In the naval battle that day, Gu Yun’s main ship was hit by the enemy, the golden ziliujun box disintegrated and exploded. Though deaf and blind, he had had some inkling that something was not right, and instructed his crew to abandon ship just prior. But even in the water, the explosion had the ability to burn skin and crush bones. He braced for the impact and sudden release of death, satisfied that despite this catastrophe, the war was won. He had but one regret in mind. He can’t help imagining the result of the letter he’d asked Ji Ping to send along.
Life and death cannot be forced. ]
Mmmf!
[ Except, for some reason, death never comes. His head breaks above the waves, his unexploded, uninjured limbs furiously treading water. A blurry figure appears in front of him, tipping a vial of something into his mouth. He coughs and shudders as magical warmth spreads through his body.
He senses immediately that there are other people in the water. He naturally can’t see who they are, but he imagines they must be his men. He takes hold of the arm of one of them and says crisply: ]
Soldier! Report!
Arrival:
[ He’s at the water’s edge, dripping water, kneeling down from exhaustion while being nosed by some kind of animal. ]
Hmm?
[ Gu Yun finally responds to the creature, lifting a hand to pat it, thinking perhaps it’s some kind of dog. He’s surprised to find scales beneath his fingers. ]
What kind of fish are you?
[ A fish, with the head of a dragon, antlers of a deer, skin and scales of a fish, hooves of an ox, tail of a lion… and great big googly eyes. Magical flames rise from its body, emitting gentle heat without burning anything.
This “fish” (actually a qilin) doesn’t seem to like being identified as such, and resorts to licking. ]
Hey, hey, hey! Hahahaha! That’s enough!
Icy Errors:
[ A man in indigo cross-collared robes, a single layer despite the cold, is standing poised with a snowball under the heel of his boot. He lifts a hand to adjust the monocle covering his right eye.
Instead of fighting, Gu Yun is working on his kinetic magic playing fetch with his qilin. The mystical creature that guards the gates of heaven, steed of one of the eight immortals, is currently bounding around like a giant puppy, happily catching snowballs and laying them gently at the feet of its master.
Sadly, the qilin’s fiery nature coats each multicolored snowball with a layer of ice, so Gu Yun has to step on each one that returns, lest such an ice ball injure a passer-by. The creature doesn’t understand, tilting his head and whining slightly, when each one it returns seems not to be passing muster. Gu Yun, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, finally relents, lifting his foot and picking the icy projectile back up, petting the qilin's head. Then sends the iceball out with a flick of his fingers, the thing zooming through the air in a beautiful arc as it trails magical sparkles—before taking a sudden zig-zag turn, heading straight for you. ]
Hey! Watch out!
[ The good news is, the iceball probably won’t hit. The bad news is, that’s because a big qilin has blocked in front, and if it’s bowled you over, that wasn’t its intent! ]
Darkness:
This way. Watch your head, the ceiling’s a little low here.
[ Gu Yun’s voice is gentle and self-assured, as if ending up in a magical land at the the end of the universe and navigating through a pitch-black cave is something he does every day. This is, of course, just his way: to act as if the sky, if it fell, would be no more than a soft blanket.
Abruptly he hesitates; then suddenly presses down on his companion’s head, murmuring softly: ]
Duck.
[ He’d felt a breath of wind from above; and what can create wind from above? Bats. ]
Greed:
[ Gu Yun, for his part, seems strangely unimpressed by the golden grotto, sparing neither a glance for the jewels nor the altar, instead reaching inside his robes for something, finally hauling out a small circle of glass. If, by chance, you hand him a cup to hold, before he’s managed to clip the thing to his nose… ]
Um… thanks!
[ ….and he’ll even start to bring it to his lips, before suddenly remembering: ]
Wait, is this—?
[ Is this the thing they’re supposed to be looking for? ]
Two guys sitting in a hot tub five feet apart because they're:
[ Giddy from the contents of Asrai's cup, further enhanced by the free drinks offered, Gu Yun settles into the hot spring, the waters soothing injuries old and new. Eyelids drooping, he murmurs: ]
Is this even a war that can be won?
[ Saving a universe frozen in time, through magic learnt by neophytes? If you wish to converse with him about this, it might be necessary to get closer than five feet away; much closer, in fact. Alas, the hot spring fogs up his monocle, so he's set it aside. ]
Gu Yun | Sha Po Lang | Kinetic
[ In the naval battle that day, Gu Yun’s main ship was hit by the enemy, the golden ziliujun box disintegrated and exploded. Though deaf and blind, he had had some inkling that something was not right, and instructed his crew to abandon ship just prior. But even in the water, the explosion had the ability to burn skin and crush bones. He braced for the impact and sudden release of death, satisfied that despite this catastrophe, the war was won. He had but one regret in mind. He can’t help imagining the result of the letter he’d asked Ji Ping to send along.
Life and death cannot be forced. ]
Mmmf!
[ Except, for some reason, death never comes. His head breaks above the waves, his unexploded, uninjured limbs furiously treading water. A blurry figure appears in front of him, tipping a vial of something into his mouth. He coughs and shudders as magical warmth spreads through his body.
He senses immediately that there are other people in the water. He naturally can’t see who they are, but he imagines they must be his men. He takes hold of the arm of one of them and says crisply: ]
Soldier! Report!
Arrival:
[ He’s at the water’s edge, dripping water, kneeling down from exhaustion while being nosed by some kind of animal. ]
Hmm?
[ Gu Yun finally responds to the creature, lifting a hand to pat it, thinking perhaps it’s some kind of dog. He’s surprised to find scales beneath his fingers. ]
What kind of fish are you?
[ A fish, with the head of a dragon, antlers of a deer, skin and scales of a fish, hooves of an ox, tail of a lion… and great big googly eyes. Magical flames rise from its body, emitting gentle heat without burning anything.
This “fish” (actually a qilin) doesn’t seem to like being identified as such, and resorts to licking. ]
Hey, hey, hey! Hahahaha! That’s enough!
Icy Errors:
[ A man in indigo cross-collared robes, a single layer despite the cold, is standing poised with a snowball under the heel of his boot. He lifts a hand to adjust the monocle covering his right eye.
Instead of fighting, Gu Yun is working on his kinetic magic playing fetch with his qilin. The mystical creature that guards the gates of heaven, steed of one of the eight immortals, is currently bounding around like a giant puppy, happily catching snowballs and laying them gently at the feet of its master.
Sadly, the qilin’s fiery nature coats each multicolored snowball with a layer of ice, so Gu Yun has to step on each one that returns, lest such an ice ball injure a passer-by. The creature doesn’t understand, tilting his head and whining slightly, when each one it returns seems not to be passing muster. Gu Yun, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, finally relents, lifting his foot and picking the icy projectile back up, petting the qilin's head. Then sends the iceball out with a flick of his fingers, the thing zooming through the air in a beautiful arc as it trails magical sparkles—before taking a sudden zig-zag turn, heading straight for you. ]
Hey! Watch out!
[ The good news is, the iceball probably won’t hit. The bad news is, that’s because a big qilin has blocked in front, and if it’s bowled you over, that wasn’t its intent! ]
Darkness:
This way. Watch your head, the ceiling’s a little low here.
[ Gu Yun’s voice is gentle and self-assured, as if ending up in a magical land at the the end of the universe and navigating through a pitch-black cave is something he does every day. This is, of course, just his way: to act as if the sky, if it fell, would be no more than a soft blanket.
Abruptly he hesitates; then suddenly presses down on his companion’s head, murmuring softly: ]
Duck.
[ He’d felt a breath of wind from above; and what can create wind from above? Bats. ]
Greed:
[ Gu Yun, for his part, seems strangely unimpressed by the golden grotto, sparing neither a glance for the jewels nor the altar, instead reaching inside his robes for something, finally hauling out a small circle of glass. If, by chance, you hand him a cup to hold, before he’s managed to clip the thing to his nose… ]
Um… thanks!
[ ….and he’ll even start to bring it to his lips, before suddenly remembering: ]
Wait, is this—?
[ Is this the thing they’re supposed to be looking for? ]
Two guys sitting in a hot tub five feet apart because they're:
[ Giddy from the contents of Asrai's cup, further enhanced by the free drinks offered, Gu Yun settles into the hot spring, the waters soothing injuries old and new. Eyelids drooping, he murmurs: ]
Is this even a war that can be won?
[ Saving a universe frozen in time, through magic learnt by neophytes? If you wish to converse with him about this, it might be necessary to get closer than five feet away; much closer, in fact. Alas, the hot spring fogs up his monocle, so he's set it aside. ]
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