...He is. I tried to ask him when all of this first started, what had happened in the eight centuries that stretch between us, but he refused to tell me anything.
[ he can imagine it was nothing good, though. no amount of good influence could've saved qi rong, he thinks.
...was he a good influence, though? san lang, back in the form of a ferret, curls a little more around xie lian's neck; he smiles for susato, softer. ]
That is kind of you to say. Most of the words out of his mouth have become the ramblings of a mad lunatic, so I do my best not to listen to them - it is easy to discount them because of it. It does make the truths, small as they are, sting a bit more, though.
{ he shifts a little, rubbing his hand over his heart, and wrinkling his nose. ] He really does have quite the colorful vocabulary, doesn't he?
[ susato is valid. he nods like it is a perfect threat. you get them queen.
but, to the second question, his mouth opens, then closes. after a moment, he shakes his head. ]
... That, I do not know. I've thought about going to speak with him about it, but... it is likely he will not tell me. Baraqiel-gege [ what is this nickname ] said that Mr. Marius was 'one of theirs', so... I suppose he was a Celestial, and that they felt it, when he died. Could that have been a part of it?
he nods, to that, lips pursing unhappily. xie lian feels around in his sleeves, for a moment - eventually, he withdraws the small coin that he got from qi rong, earlier in the day. looks like he never had the chance to give it back. ] Mm. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Qi Rong's prerogative, either. Though... do you mean the barriers from Thursday evening, that locked us in?
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. . . Yes. He. . . seems quite far gone from even the man you described. A ghost who devours people.
But it would be easy to take his insults to heart. I think you were quite brave.
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[ he can imagine it was nothing good, though. no amount of good influence could've saved qi rong, he thinks.
...was he a good influence, though? san lang, back in the form of a ferret, curls a little more around xie lian's neck; he smiles for susato, softer. ]
That is kind of you to say. Most of the words out of his mouth have become the ramblings of a mad lunatic, so I do my best not to listen to them - it is easy to discount them because of it. It does make the truths, small as they are, sting a bit more, though.
{ he shifts a little, rubbing his hand over his heart, and wrinkling his nose. ] He really does have quite the colorful vocabulary, doesn't he?
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[Dogfucker. . . ]
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[ vile. looks into the camera like this is the office ]
I don't know where he learned it, either - and now, he's passed it on to the children of this place.
[ dogfucker..... ]
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[This is such a futile threat.]
. . . Do you have any sense why he has done this? Was it only out of malice?
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but, to the second question, his mouth opens, then closes. after a moment, he shakes his head. ]
... That, I do not know. I've thought about going to speak with him about it, but... it is likely he will not tell me. Baraqiel-gege [ what is this nickname ] said that Mr. Marius was 'one of theirs', so... I suppose he was a Celestial, and that they felt it, when he died. Could that have been a part of it?
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That was my suspicion, but. . . the Temporals have denied that they intended to start a conflict this way. Still, there is the matter of the barriers.
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he nods, to that, lips pursing unhappily. xie lian feels around in his sleeves, for a moment - eventually, he withdraws the small coin that he got from qi rong, earlier in the day. looks like he never had the chance to give it back. ] Mm. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Qi Rong's prerogative, either. Though... do you mean the barriers from Thursday evening, that locked us in?
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[ hate that. ]