[Yeah like, he's running at the mouth as much as the rain is pouring but he's definitely a little out of breath, this blobby guy and cart is a lot to lug around a city -- even a small one. Though, given he looks relatively fit (thanks bathing suit), he's probably being at least a little dramatic.
Suigetsu looks between the shop window that he was staring at and the man who was having a minor crisis in front of it. Shrugs briefly, looks at his daemon, shrugs again. The jellyfish does not shrug, as it doesn't have shoulders, but the tentacle slithers forward and taps against the wheelbarrow.
There's a bark of a laugh and he slowly trundles his way over toward the entrance.]
If you've got leads for anything that's practical and waterproof, yeah. I might be from the Land of Water, but this here's not friendly rain at all.
[ dramatic is fine. xie lian frowns. waterproof... he is too ye olde for the concept.
but, he taps his umbrella - the shitty ones from before, though, his seems to be holding together alright - and then comes and holds it over suigetsu's head. here you go bud. ]
Here... I don't know if I can solve this problem permanently, but you are welcome to have this, at least. [ nod nod. ] Perhaps there is a more portable way for your creature...
[I almost forgot about his own shitty umbrella but it's actually tied to his daemon (although it's not a very good tie given that it keeps popping from its other forms to jellyfish and back again, so it keeps sliding down and Suigetsu keeps reaching over to fix it); so the little basin itself has some shelter from the elements but it's also kind of. It's battered and also.
He glances at each umbrella and then at the entrance to the shop. Uh??]
Not that I don't appreciate the try, but I was going to go inside anyway... Umbrellas are all good, but they don't really fit well indoors or anything.
[Slowly trying to. Negotiate the jelly out of the umbrella now so he can fold it up instead. How else is he going to get through the door fam.]
[For once, he mostly sticks with the crowd -- rather unlike the previous day where he just kind of yeeted out of the opera house and into the great beyond, where there were definitely no spectres lurking about waiting to devour the unwary and those who have inconvenient birthdays -- because Suigetsu may be largely unaffected even by the drama of the trial and execution piled together but man.
MAN. The spectres are a step just slightly too far. Some days you are just a Ninja Guy with No Ninja Tools who got fished up and slapped onto a pile of fish and then one murder is somehow more dramatic than like sixteen murders put together. But more importantly:]
You know, it really wouldn't be so bad if we could just see it? I know it's not like, supposedly about to eat our souls and turn us into seaweed or something, but I'm really not a fan.
[Suigetsu some people have been somewhat stabbed and are resting. He's chattering to his daemon and definitely clattering his way down the stairs and being too loud in this house of the Lord (no).
It's Naito that clocks the open door and directs his bulk slightly that way to be nosy before his master gets to it; it's easy to spot a whole entire shark, especially surrounded by a literal water bubble on land.]
Oh, it's you. You're not missing any soul parts, are you? Just wondering.
[ i dont know why but this starter was so charming i love suigetsu
anyway!!! xie lian is back in the hotel indeed, resting on his bed. his injuries have been nicely bandaged, and he's holding a cup of tea in his hands, looking out of the window - when the door barges open, he looks a little surprised, turning his head as he snaps out of whatever daze he was in. ]
...Oh, hello, Mr. Suigetsu. [ a beat. he looks down at san lang - a ferret in his lap. ] ...I don't think so? [ san lang yawns. ]
[ xie lian is trying to be very mindful of these glass shards, after experiencing his first - there are things about his life he doesn't really want anyone to see, honestly. what a shame for him, perhaps, that he accidentally steps on one right as suigetsu happens to be passing by.
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oh. well! xie lian glances over, about to defend himself, and then just sort of blinks at this wheelbarrow and daemon combination? this poor man. ]
...Oh. Do you need assistance, sir...?
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Suigetsu looks between the shop window that he was staring at and the man who was having a minor crisis in front of it. Shrugs briefly, looks at his daemon, shrugs again. The jellyfish does not shrug, as it doesn't have shoulders, but the tentacle slithers forward and taps against the wheelbarrow.
There's a bark of a laugh and he slowly trundles his way over toward the entrance.]
If you've got leads for anything that's practical and waterproof, yeah. I might be from the Land of Water, but this here's not friendly rain at all.
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but, he taps his umbrella - the shitty ones from before, though, his seems to be holding together alright - and then comes and holds it over suigetsu's head. here you go bud. ]
Here... I don't know if I can solve this problem permanently, but you are welcome to have this, at least. [ nod nod. ] Perhaps there is a more portable way for your creature...
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He glances at each umbrella and then at the entrance to the shop. Uh??]
Not that I don't appreciate the try, but I was going to go inside anyway... Umbrellas are all good, but they don't really fit well indoors or anything.
[Slowly trying to. Negotiate the jelly out of the umbrella now so he can fold it up instead. How else is he going to get through the door fam.]
You were just going to stand out here?
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MAN. The spectres are a step just slightly too far. Some days you are just a Ninja Guy with No Ninja Tools who got fished up and slapped onto a pile of fish and then one murder is somehow more dramatic than like sixteen murders put together. But more importantly:]
You know, it really wouldn't be so bad if we could just see it? I know it's not like, supposedly about to eat our souls and turn us into seaweed or something, but I'm really not a fan.
[Suigetsu some people have been somewhat stabbed and are resting. He's chattering to his daemon and definitely clattering his way down the stairs and being too loud in this house of the Lord (no).
It's Naito that clocks the open door and directs his bulk slightly that way to be nosy before his master gets to it; it's easy to spot a whole entire shark, especially surrounded by a literal water bubble on land.]
Oh, it's you. You're not missing any soul parts, are you? Just wondering.
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anyway!!! xie lian is back in the hotel indeed, resting on his bed. his injuries have been nicely bandaged, and he's holding a cup of tea in his hands, looking out of the window - when the door barges open, he looks a little surprised, turning his head as he snaps out of whatever daze he was in. ]
...Oh, hello, Mr. Suigetsu. [ a beat. he looks down at san lang - a ferret in his lap. ] ...I don't think so? [ san lang yawns. ]
week 2! monday! 1/2
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