[ If Shouxue peeks into the room that Dion is in, she'll be treated to the sight of a massive white castle surrounded by a curtain of glittering crystal.
He will give her a smile. Hello! ]
While this ship leaves much to be desired, this technology certainly is remarkable.
[ he's in the rec room! he's resting with some tea. he looks okay, for the most part, but she can notice that his left arm is still missing up until the elbow, though its hidden in his sleeve.
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laundry and sterilization machines are modern enough that she won't understand them right away. the signs say do not put limbs in the way, but if they don't say why, how is she supposed to know why not?
the klaxon sound blares. it startles her enough that feathers start sprouting all over her, but she feels it more than sees it because of her sleeves. she pulls her sleeve back, and her eyes widen. she begins to tremble.
she sprints to the door to leave and get away from everything and everyone, but it SHUTS and LOCKS.
she is full on panicking, and she bangs a fist against the door. ]
[ SWEET SHOUXUE dion actually has some idea what the laundry machines do after repeated visits, though the door startle him, his attention focuses on her moving over to her side but careful not to crowd her. ]
Mistress Shouxue. [ he watches her fist hit the door, gauging the likelihood of her hurting himself. ] Step back, panic will not serve you well.
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Welcome to the audience chamber of the Seat of the Imperial Court. Here, there is one thing you know: that there have only been two people in your life who have loved you. The second is Terence, a better man than you have ever deserved, and whose youth you greedily enjoyed.
But the first is your father, the only family have ever had. Your father, who kept you from the streets of Oriflamme, took you in though you were not of his wife, and raised you as a prince of Sanbreque.
And there is your father, your lance through his chest.
All at once your heart cracks, twenty-eight years of grief, pain, love and loneliness flooding your veins like poison and corroding away the tight control with which you keep Bahamut's power in check.
weekend 0, saturday, sim rooms
He will give her a smile. Hello! ]
While this ship leaves much to be desired, this technology certainly is remarkable.
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shouxue is stunned for a minute but this scenery because it is nothing like what she's used to. ]
It is much for me to learn. Is this your home?
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It was. [ lol ] I can show you how to manipulate the environment, if you'd like.
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week 0, friday, observation deck
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she may be looking at the stars, as if they could have any answers. she knows they don't. ]
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week 1, monday, strip mall
This... quite abundant.
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It is. Shall we take a look at the wares?
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week 1, thursday
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nods at her. ]
Mistress Shouxue.
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week 2, monday
laundry and sterilization machines are modern enough that she won't understand them right away. the signs say do not put limbs in the way, but if they don't say why, how is she supposed to know why not?
the klaxon sound blares. it startles her enough that feathers start sprouting all over her, but she feels it more than sees it because of her sleeves. she pulls her sleeve back, and her eyes widen. she begins to tremble.
she sprints to the door to leave and get away from everything and everyone, but it SHUTS and LOCKS.
she is full on panicking, and she bangs a fist against the door. ]
No!
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Mistress Shouxue. [ he watches her fist hit the door, gauging the likelihood of her hurting himself. ] Step back, panic will not serve you well.
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week 2, saturday, brig
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shouxue is seated like her icon for dion's eyes to see. ]
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week 3, sunday
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week 4, thursday
Mistress Shouxue?
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she's seated somewhere, not unlike after she was caught, knees up and arms around them. ]
I am sorry we are not safe on both sides.
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week 5, wednesday
Mistress Shouxue, are you recovered from last night's festivities?
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she looks at him with bleary and rusty eyes. ]
It could be worse.
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week 6, thursday, inn
anyway, i guess he's in the inn, sipping some tea and idly watching the steam rise from the hot springs
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Mistress Shouxue. We must have given you quite the fright.
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she frowns at him but approaches. ]
It's become expected at this point.
[ fright is not the right word. she puts her hand in front of her mouth as she coughs. ]
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week 7, monday, void
thank you for your time. ]
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But the first is your father, the only family have ever had. Your father, who kept you from the streets of Oriflamme, took you in though you were not of his wife, and raised you as a prince of Sanbreque.
And there is your father, your lance through his chest.
"... Kinslayer."
All at once your heart cracks, twenty-eight years of grief, pain, love and loneliness flooding your veins like poison and corroding away the tight control with which you keep Bahamut's power in check.
Tonight, the eikon wins the battle of wills, and the great wyrm rises over the city of Twinside.
The sight of the city ablaze fades first, but the sounds of the people screaming linger a moment longer. ]
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week 7, endgame
Mistress Shouxue, tired?
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she is very tired, and her emotions reflect that, but they also reflect restlessness. that's why she doesn't sit next to him yet. ]
I am, but not the kind where I think I can sleep. You seem to be.
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