winepouring: nervous laughter (taking my doubts)
Shi Qingxuan 🍂 师青玄 ([personal profile] winepouring) wrote2019-06-18 07:49 pm

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[ tosses out money ]


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peerlesscucumber: (think | and we raise our heads)

[personal profile] peerlesscucumber 2019-06-22 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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!
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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? ]
peerlesscucumber: (ask | tear it all down darling)

[personal profile] peerlesscucumber 2019-06-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ So casually talking about a distance-shortening array... he lights a candle in his heart, because yes, he knows them, yes, he can technically make one, and no, he is not able to save qi in doing so! This is the problem with theoretical and not practical knowledge! Like hell he knew he'd need it here!

Remaining ignorant to what's approaching from behind, which may sometimes be a life metaphor with Shen Qingqiu, he steps to the side, away from the window, heading for the door. He's planning on calling out first, because they'd been told they were under observation, so it stands to reason deliberate call-outs will be noticed against the backdrop of the simulation.
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We're in the same room. It may be as simple as allowing ourselves to feel only that, and not everything else interfering with our senses.

[ He's almost at the door. Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is definitely at the window, staring in at Shi Qingxuan, then dragging his gaze to Shen Qingqiu. He opens his mouth to speak. ]

Shizun—
peerlesscucumber: (curious | were filled with tears)

... is the comment reply style new this code push, text why are you so small

[personal profile] peerlesscucumber 2019-06-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hears that word, Shizun, and it sends a shiver shooting down his spine, so quickly followed by a flick of wind from Shi Qingxuan's fan. Truly a technique to admire, much like how he enjoys using his fan: that's irrelevant but noted.

Luo Binghe holds steady in the onslaught of wind, his robes flying around him, hair whipping into a glorious, flowing mass. He looks quite heroic in that moment, and Shen Qingqiu pointedly does not turn to see him, does not answer that call.

He concentrates his qi in his dantian and projects his voice, calling out the door at remarkable, but not deafening, volume.
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To those scientists running this room, cease the simulation immediately!

[ In that moment, Luo Binghe's expression can be compared favourably to that of a kicked puppy wondering why he's being so cruelly abandoned after having his tail stepped on. (He's long remembered that look on Luo Binghe's face when he was falling into the Endless Abyss, bleeding from his chest, staring up at Shen Qingqiu, betrayed, heart breaking. So said the System.)

The simulation seems to go fuzzy, like everything's blurred in a misting rain, and the surroundings start breaking down into polygons and pixels, fading into darkness before flashing just as abruptly a blinding, unforgiving white.
]
peerlesscucumber: (sweaty | touched me yet)

i was so glad when it evened out the next day LASDLKJ now i like the update

[personal profile] peerlesscucumber 2019-06-24 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When she exclaims over it working, he has to admit:

He can't believe it did either! Good work, good scientists! Way to avoid certain science fiction tropes and fears! Praise to them!

Now, less praise for the bugs in the system, but he chooses his battles, and in this case, they weren't stuck in a place formed out of his own memory. Something more trustworthy than demon dreamrealms, if he did face a portion of his own heart's demon here: and promptly ignored him!

When she bows her head, he wants to protest, but he holds it in. It's more gracious to accept what she says than to argue it isn't necessary.
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Lady Shi, there's no reason to believe in the ill will of those running these rooms. What disturbs the mind causes ripples through the whole, and for that, I apologise.

[ Luo Binghe had been here as a phantom and ghost of Shen Qingqiu's heart, summoned by her words and his own fondness mixed with the sadness and fear that permeated his last week alive.

Really, he'd like a do over! A heads up! System, if there's a next time, warn him about these plot twists!

(In the quiet of his mind, no System speaks, and he feels both relief and an odd sense of surreality. He'd wanted that absence, and without Luo Binghe the System had originally gone into hybernation, but here? Here he was entirely free. So far.)
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It was nice seeing Qing Jing Peak again.

[ She's forgiven! Totally forgiven! And his words, while polite, are also sincere, as is the contemplative look on his face. What other things could be recreated in these rooms...

... Once they were out of freaking beta! No bugs! A user requires no great and mighty bugs!

He heads for the door, visible against the structured white panels, seeing it open as the scientists standing in the area beyond hurry to apologise and invite them out again, each of them being asked what it is that went wrong, met by expressions of mild concern and much more focused thirst for understanding.
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