[ The abrupt motion has him on alert, and he doesn't waste time asking why. His IQ is not that low, thank you! When a self-confident individual of some apparent skill is stating something in no uncertain terms, the benefit in arguing at that moment is low.
He doesn't see Luo Binghe, but he stands, blocking the view of his disciple standing by his sword mound. He reaches for the transmitter on his ear, fingers brushing over the smooth surface. ]
As Lady Shi requests, so shall this humble one obey.
[ He presses down on the transmitter...
...
... Nothing happens. The virtual world retains its shape, and the device on his ear blinks like an LED attached earring. The wind blows by in the bamboo trees outside the small bamboo house. Thin strains of practice on the qin wind through, Three Variations on Plum Blossoms.
Unseen to him, Luo Binghe takes steps toward the small bamboo house, shadows seeming to cling to him as he moves.
Shen Qingqiu frowns, only the smallest downturning of the corner of his lips, and takes the transmitter off entirely. Nothing seems to change, which has him cursing inwardly just as soundly: what the fuck, technology, if there's no respect for deactivating the program, this can only be called a bug! Too big a bug for beta! ]
We may need to make ourselves heard to the ones overseeing these constructs.
[ Shi Qingxuan may see that Luo Binghe is coming inevitably closer, wind tugging at his long, dark hair, robes shifting with each movement, silver glinting in the light. There's something dripping from one hand: a closer look will showcase that whatever it is, it's purple. Bleeding purple? ]
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He doesn't see Luo Binghe, but he stands, blocking the view of his disciple standing by his sword mound. He reaches for the transmitter on his ear, fingers brushing over the smooth surface. ]
As Lady Shi requests, so shall this humble one obey.
[ He presses down on the transmitter...
...
... Nothing happens. The virtual world retains its shape, and the device on his ear blinks like an LED attached earring. The wind blows by in the bamboo trees outside the small bamboo house. Thin strains of practice on the qin wind through, Three Variations on Plum Blossoms.
Unseen to him, Luo Binghe takes steps toward the small bamboo house, shadows seeming to cling to him as he moves.
Shen Qingqiu frowns, only the smallest downturning of the corner of his lips, and takes the transmitter off entirely. Nothing seems to change, which has him cursing inwardly just as soundly: what the fuck, technology, if there's no respect for deactivating the program, this can only be called a bug! Too big a bug for beta! ]
We may need to make ourselves heard to the ones overseeing these constructs.
[ Shi Qingxuan may see that Luo Binghe is coming inevitably closer, wind tugging at his long, dark hair, robes shifting with each movement, silver glinting in the light. There's something dripping from one hand: a closer look will showcase that whatever it is, it's purple. Bleeding purple? ]