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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I inhale all those permanent markers in the third grade? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Whip It Good
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B At the Crystarium Moonports is a new family restaurant called Grapplebears, here to serve your favorite dishes from all around the galaxy at affordable prices! The menu ranges from the atomically hot and spicy Chamakshalan curry rice, delectable dragonsaur steak served with mashed space-tatoes, to the sweet and creamy Lunatian milkshakes that bring all the boys to the yard, all prepared by their handsome and huggable bear crew.

As you might have noticed, the restaurant staff is a ragtag group with members from planets unknown to both Prismals and Moonblessed. The waiters and waitresses in particular are tall, muscular, leather-clad bears who take your order by whipping you with a special riding crop that compels you to bark out your order — but only if you ask to be, of course! They might induce you to reveal other unrelated interests so make sure you’re not thinking about anything embarrassing!

If you chat up the staff or customers, you learn more about the restaurant’s origins. The bears say their planets* were also wiped by the Calamity hundreds of years ago, and life for them has been difficult for them since then…

*Further information about these planets is unavailable at this time.

▶ Night of the Living Dummy
City of Lunatia | top

The last vestiges of Geistnacht have officially passed and the first chilly autumn breeze ushers in the new season. The city is awash in giant piles of browning leaves that decorate every walkway.

A To deal with the mass collection of fallen leaves, many buildings across the city have been retrofitted with a new disposal system to help clean up. A sprawling network of automated vacuum tubes around the city will efficiently suck all those pesky leaves right up. While children love playing inside and using them to “teleport” around Lunatia, they have also been known to spontaneously suck up anyone who’s not too careful. You may find yourself falling on some hapless bystander on their afternoon walk, or crammed in a tube with your new neighbors. Lunar Scientia officials warn everyone to be careful of where you walk, else you might need to crawl your way to sweet freedom.

B A pop-up shop in Level 1 is attracting much of the locals' attention, run by a peddler who speaks in a low, elongated hiss and wears a hood over his face. He assures you that his face is of no consequence. What is more important is his selection of wares! In contrast to his cloaked, enigmatic appearance, his travel cart is a Barbie pink explosion of frills, hearts, glitter. He will tell all visitors he comes from the Valley of the Crimson Serpents, which Prismals and older Moonblessed arrivals find odd. Wasn’t the Sanguis moon uninhabitable?

Among the peddler’s wares are adorable, wide-eyed and heavily perfumed dolls in all sorts of clothes a child dreaming of rainbows and tea parties could ever ask for. Hug and squeeze a doll, and you will be greeted by a pre-recorded voice telling you how they’re your bestest friend ever. It’s like they were made for lovin’ you! But if you look away for one moment, you can almost swear you hear a snake’s hiss, its long tongue licking the shell of your ear… The next time you see the doll, its body will be in a slightly different position or location. Is it… following you? Fortunately, a minimal amount of moonlacing will make it leave you alone. You can wait it out too, but why would you?

Destroy a doll and it will later reappear wherever you are when you least expect it, good as new, but leaking from their porcelain heads is a strange pink, glitter-covered liquid. The peddler calls it the “love juice” giving the doll an extra dose of affection for you.

▶ Bird is the Word
Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

As autumn paints Lunatia with its golden hues, pumpkin decorations and desserts are now in vogue. This is thanks to Chroma-infused pumpkin seeds, which allow them to rapidly grow in all sorts of sizes, shapes, and colors. The Moonblessed are invited to visit one of the largest pumpkin patches in the city housed within the Greatmoon Groves, where they can enjoy the sight of oversized, colorful neon and sparkling semi-phallic pumpkins, expertly carved to greet you with their buck-toothed smiles.

A The pumpkin patch is full of toddler-sized creatures called hugbugs. When they are not tending to the pumpkins, they follow the Moonblessed around, requesting hugs and treats in exchange for their obedience.

Reward them and they will do simple errands for you and give you compliments. They will also be your personal hype men, talking up your strengths, talents, and physical assets to all those special someones you’re trying to impress. Once you earn their trust, they will be your friends for life!

Ignore them, hurt them, or bully them, and they will cry and place a curse upon you, reducing your self-esteem to nothing and magically forcing you to cry along with them. The effects of the curse may last for up to a week if you’re not careful! But how could you do such a thing? The hugbugs are sensitive and want somebody to love.

B If you manage to survive your encounter with the hugbugs, you are welcome to join in on the Prismal knitting group and enjoy creating your own fanciful scarf made of Galadrian thread, which is known for its bright, golden sheen and aromatic properties. Give it to a friend or wear it yourself, and you will notice a strange ability to attract animals and insects of all kinds. Live out your Disney Princess fantasy! Or a Hitchcockian nightmare. It’s all a matter of perspective as a whole flock of honking birds comes bounding towards you.

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Oh—why, yes! I used a combination of the fifth and seventh types to neutralize the pneumatic forces drawing you in and then levitate you back to safety. It was not a particularly elegant solution, but I am happy that it worked!

[Sanzang is quiet for a moment, setting one sleeved hand on the head of Wukong, who settles and leans against her leg, nuzzling at her cheerfully.

She doesn't look at the hugbug, gaze quietly contemplative; though there's still a soft smile on her face that seems ever-present and her words are kind, there's still a seriousness to her now[

Hmm... It's true it'd probably be a little more comfortable for me, but only because it would make others more comfortable. And while I hate to make anyone uncomfortable, I think dressing like this serves me better.

Not just in dancing, but in evaluating people.

You're quite sweet, Wei Wuxian, and you care about people. We're strangers, as you said, but you've already shown a lot of concern over me and my well-being. I'm grateful for that.

But sometimes, someone's concern goes too far. Sometimes they get upset or angry...Or very, very rude. But I find that people who can't look beyond how I dress to treat me decently aren't people I very much care to spend time with. It can be a quick way to decipher one's character.

[her free hand goes to her chest and her smile warms again, recalling the words she'd already spoken once upon a time when she'd been very young and staring down a half-demon who'd hated his demon side with a terrifying passion.]

Human or demon, noble born or low, whether I dress like a monk or like a dancing girl... What does that matter? What matters if what I do, not what I am.

Do you understand?

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[ it's clear as day that each new piece of information kogami turns on him dumbfounds him. each so reflective, as if he'd simply knelt and skimmed them from beneath his surface, easy as can be. with a halting breath that he hadn't even realized was so audible, he tells himself he ought to not be so still, but... the accuracy poured over him like a shock of cold water.

and yet he doesn't flinch away, or withdraw. ryuu just stares, feeling as though sight gives him only meager things to grasp about the man standing opposite him. ]

Amazing... [ low, awed. ] All of that from a handshake? And my accent too, isn't it - I thought I was pretty good at speaking standardized Japanese, after all these years...

[ finally, he relaxes, finding it in himself to laugh a bit. ]

You must be a wonderful detective.

Adjusting to this world had been more difficult than Jaune had anticipated. It was fine at first. Most of his friends were here and he was reassured that with the way time worked here their world would in fact still be there when they got back.

However things began to get rough. It was like it wouldn't allow him to forget Pyrrha. Arriving in this world's autumn was a little painful, but he could ignore that. What he couldn't ignore was seeing Pyrrha inside of a spring, a nasty trick by some of the forces here. That's when Ren decided to tell him that the dead returning was possible.

It had hurt. Every hint of red in a crowd could have been her and he had to look to be sure. Every time just wondering if one day he'd wake up and she'd be there. Something Jaune had given up on in Remnant for obvious reasons.

Jaune was just going about his day to day. Grabbing some groceries and heading back home. However he stopped dead in his tracks when at first he spotted red hair as he usually did. He was expecting disappointment again, but as she came into view he saw it was really her.

He dropped the groceries and ran towards her "Pyrrha!" He'd stop just short of her. There was some caution and some disbelief he couldn't shake off. "Is that... really you?"

For Pyrrha's part she'd likely notice the changes Jaune had undergone. He was a bit bigger now, having outgrown the armor she had last seen him in, and there was a very familiar sash tied around his hips.

[Her eyes light up and sparkle with good humor] So you've heard of me! I'm honored, truly! [She's glad her story's reached out to so many people! It always gets a tickle of satisfaction out of her to hear it, though a part of her laments the lack of anonymity.

The waver in his voice speaks more and at greater volume than anything he actually puts into words; Sanzang finds her heart breaking a little for him, though she doesn't know at all the reason behind it.

She reaches out to place a hand against his arm, steadying, supportive, comforting.] It's alright to cry. Sometimes my dancing has that effect on people, after all. [But her tone suggests they both know her dancing alone isn't what would bring him to tears.]

Or you could tell me about your xiao instead. How long have you been playing? [Her voice is gentle, a couple of 'outs' given for him to take.]

You are. I just got lucky. A friend of mine was from Okinawa, too.

[ and his father. that ryuu doesn't withdraw from him is new; oftentimes, being able to figure people out, to observe and to an extent, solve them, has its costs. he wouldn't blame them, either. no one likes to be seen that closely, knowledge sifted from precious little. but in the words of a wise man, a logician could infer, from a drop of water, the possibility of an atlantic or a niagara without having seen or heard of either.

ryuu is that drop of water, although perhaps the good professor would be able to grasp his intricacies with more finesse. kogami is, after all, but a student.

he finds himself smiling again -- it's infectious, the way ryuu laughs like this is something to be appreciated, not feared. it's not often that wolves are seen with anything other than apprehension, and yet, here he is. ]

You're a strange person, Ryuunosuke.

[ strange, but fascinating. he thinks of tsering, whom he had become fast friends with, and his smile is one of appreciation, brief but sincere. ]

[Yuri watches his reaction with a cool expression, raising an eyebrow when Yeager laughs. So war is fine but the end of the world isn't? Good to know the guy has some standards.]

Yeah, I do too.

[Hopefully this means they can call a truce. More fights would just be a waste of time, but the guy's impossible to read as ever.]

Whatever the deal is with this place, I'm gonna figure it out, help the people here, then go. If what everyone says is true, things will pick up where we left them.

[Yuri gives Wei Wuxian a look that borders on being absolutely helpless, like she's starting to catch on that this guy is as unpredictable as the sea and just as reckless.

Sure, Yuri knows that it won't actually harm him, again provided that he's not actually a spirit or something. But he doesn't. Yuri sighs deeply, before raising the camera. Predictably, she finds nothing in its viewfinder and after a second of hesitation she takes the picture.

Also predictably, there's no attack on Wei Wuxian. At this point in time he hasn't been tainted enough by anything for it to do so, but likely he'll be able to feel--Something. A pressure, a slightly disorienting flip-flopping feeling like when one goes over that first drop of a rollercoaster. The flash is probably more disorienting than anything else.

The picture in instantly produces is glanced at by Yuri, and then she does a doubletake, brow furrowing slightly. It's a fine photograph, more or less. Wei Wuxian's handsome features haven't been disturbed, but there's...

It looks like smoke, inky black, curling around the edges of the picture, creeping in towards Wei Wuxian in an ominous way that has Yuri's stomach tightening in uncertainty and unease.

A part of her thinks she shouldn't even bother showing it to him, but she steps closer to pass the photo along anyhow.] As I said, it shouldn't do anything if you're not a spirit. [A pause and she adds, her voice soft:] It's really me you should be more concerned about. My abilities work on the dead and the living. They're touch-activated for now, [for now] and I...

...There's no one around any longer who could really teach me, so it's a bit... Unpredictable...I can't control it very well. I could end up accidentally hurting you, so... [She trails off with a mumble, looking resigned to this, a lifetime of the bare minimum of physical contact.]

I understand very well, Lady Sanzang.

[he's reminded of his ajie, in this moment. li-jie, who is kind and forgiving and dutiful, who sees the good in others regardless of their standing. melancholy lances through wei wuxian then; he aches for his sister, misses her warmth and her reassuring spirit. he'd always turned to her for guidance in matters outside of cultivation, and she has always steered her in the right direction.

always with the best intentions at heart. always believing that good will prevail so long as there are good men.

wei wuxian's face falls for a moment, losing himself in thought and sentiment, but he remembers himself and straightens up with a bright smile on his expression.]

I won't meddle any further, you have my word. [wei wuxian even salutes to her, small finger folded under his thumb as he pushes his chest out.] It'll take some getting used to on my part, though. I hope it won't offend the Lady Sanzang if she catches me looking away from time to time.

You're simply not in practice. It takes time to hone a craft and you are still learning. You should not let your pretty head get discouraged.

[You have her interest. Right away she scoots closer, looking so eager to hear these stories.]

Oh do go on. I must hear some of these. Or as many as you'd like to tell.

[Because she knows all about how Sofia is just so unintentionally precious.]

[he's standing, and then-- it's almost as if he's been dropped from a great height, and wei wuxian stumbles where he stands for the briefest moment, his spirit tangibly disturbed, before righting himself and turning to lady kozukata.

she's holding something out to him. wei wuxian meets her halfway, stepping forward and reaching for the slip of parchment that the camera obscura spat out. it's a marvelous device, if he can figure out how it works. perhaps he could imitate it, or make another version of it that's smaller, faster, sharper—

his ideas all come to a halt as he turns the parchment - strangely smooth on one side, and thin - over.

it's a portrait of himself. what strikes him first is the vividness of detail - the color, the accuracy, the lighting of the room, everything captured and framed down to a small square. wei wuxian spins on his heel, holding the portrait up to compare it with the room, and sure enough, the colors in the portrait are just as they appear in real life.

looking at the portrait is like looking into a mirror, with one's likeness frozen in absolute stillness. a shiver runs down wei wuxian's spine over it.

and then his blood runs cold, as he notices the dark tendrils of smoke creeping in from beyond the frame, as though reaching for him.

he'd seen the exact same smoke during the fight with the xuanwu of slaughter. ]

Lady Kozukata... [he looks at her in puzzlement, before lifting his head up and smiling at her apologetically.] It's truly a marvelous weapon. I'd like to learn more about it someday. Thank you for you accommodating me.

[he holds out his hand for her to take. he heard her clearly, when she said that her powers are touch-activated; it's no matter to him. what's more important is that he understands the implications of her ability, the loneliness that must have come with it, and so wei wuxian offers his hand to her without worry or concern. ]

Take my hand, my lady. I trust that the Lady Kozukata means me no harm. We'll walk through the doors together and be on our way.

[She watches him with a strange look like understanding,though she can't read his mind and knows nothing of his situation. But she understands that sort of look all too well.

She crosses the space between them in the span of a couple heartbeats, quick and silent, and reaches out to place a hand (sleeve?) against his arm, just liking the physical contact to be comforting, without drawing attention to the fact that she was comforting him for that expression. Her smile is warm, her voice bright]

I'll understand! But, if you understand, then call me just 'Sanzang'! It's always 'Lady Sanzang,' or my title. But let's be friends, okay? And friends definitely call each other by name!

[She accompanies this with a wag of her sleeve of her free hand reminiscent of a wagging finger of a lecture, like, somehow, Wei Wuxian might not be aware that this was a thing friends do and she was here to teach him. Playfully, of course, if her encouraging grin was anything to go by though.]

I expect they'll either welcome us warmly or attack us for trespassing!

[he's smiling. this idiot is smiling even as he talks about being skewered by swords and lances, continuing to walk up the steps with a jaunty grin on his face.]

Either way, I'm sure we'll be able to charm them into disarming and speaking with reason. Have confidence in your own capabilities, Mister!

[in reply, wei wuxian puts a hand over his heart, dramatically sighing with his head tipped back.]

But my lady! That would be so forward of me! [he then turns to her with a bright grin, taking her hand from his sleeve to fold her hand over his arm as a gentleman should.] But if Lady Sanzang insists, then I shall listen.

Wei Wuxian is glad to be friends with Sanzang, and promises to cherish the friendship now built between them.

[at their feet, their hugbugs start playpunching each other, then rolling each other on the ground. their fur catches dirt and twigs as they go along, and wei wuxian laughs at the sight of them. it's adorable. with his free hand he takes out a couple berries from a pouch on his belt, and hands each hugbug on to eat.]

I'd like to keep Xiaoji, I think. He's a decent companion, despite having the temperament of a young child.

Will you be keeping Wukong yourself?

[Laughs]

That’s a good choice and they can come in such pretty colours.

[She watches him, her own expression apologetic in the face of his reaction to the photo.

(She won't remark on how it's kind of cute that he got so puzzled over it; she hadn't thought to warn him that by 'picture' she'd meant a literal snapshot in time. She hadn't used it much on anyone not from a modern time or who wasn't aware of what a camera could do. His bafflement and amazement over something that, to her, was so commonplace is terribly endearing).

There were special objects that could summon items from their homes; texts on the Camera, ancient though they may be, did still exist. She's sure she could find something on them.

But then Wei Wuxian is offering his hand and she stares at him helplessly again. Why did she keep running into these people who believed in her this much? A bit sullen, she tentatively takes his hand-- And immediately regrets the action.

It's probably a good thing that the trauma her mitori ability latches onto is something from so far back. The snapping of dogs' teeth against her (his) skin, fighting for a scrap of food barely fit enough for the dogs to eat anyhow, let alone such a small child. The desperation, the terror that claws at her (his) stomach as readily as the actual hunger there that spurs her (him) on.

hen the memory breaks and Yuri forcibly finds herself back in her own mind, it's dizzying. Her mind confuses the two; she's herself, but she's not, and it takes a moment for her to separate the threads there to untangle his memories from her own.

Immediately she tries to pull her hand back though, looking miserable and apologetic.] I'm sorry. I warned-- I tried to tell you-- [her voice sounds small to even her own ears. She had told and she had warned, but despite his insistence she immediately takes the blame. If she were more in control--

Well. It's not like it would matter. None of the priestesses had been quite in control of it either, carefully using veils to dull the abilities once it had progressed to only a look, a true glance. Still, she felt guilty for her own lack of control and the fact that he, too, would've had to relive that memory, brief though it may have been.]

[it's worrying, in the same way it's worrying for wei wuxian to find a fellow cultivator injured and merely ignoring it. sure, he's been guilty of the same for far too often, and wei wuxian is a troublemaker of renown in his own right, but he doesn't enjoy the sight of injury on others, especially when he can help.

wei wuxian keeps his thoughts to himself, instead focusing on the strange energy that the man gives off. he wants to ask in plain terms, but that would be rude of him, wouldn't it? so he diverts the conversation instead, as he tries to figure out a way to ask.]

I was taking a walk around, honestly. The whole city is new to me. I've only just arrived, and it's been quite overwhelming, if I may say so. Such tall buildings! And paved roads everywhere one looks! So many inventions and devices that I haven't figured out the purposes of, as well.

Are you from here? Has it always been this way in this city?

I’m glad that you think so.

[Nods.]

Yes, I’m trying to find something that feels... like home but I haven’t found it yet.

Anything is better than getting accosted by strangers. Rey wouldn't have taken to such service very well, and hardly the necessary sort of welcome.

A café, on the other hand, sounds more appealing and less bears.

"Headquarters, right. Where was that again?"

More specifically, whether it's within walking distance or if she's going to have to get into a transport vehicle with this guy.

[ She should probably feel bad about embarrassing him.

She doesn't. ]

Phew. [ Performing an exaggerated display of relief. ] I mean. In my defense? You kind of have virgin stamped on your forehead. I just had to be sure you're not first-base newcomer or anything.

[ Her words running together so fast that it would be a wonder if he can keep up with what she's saying before she's jumping to the next topic. ]

Shall we? These curtains aren't going to dye themselves. [ And she's making grabby hands at him again. ]

Really? [ Her tone dry as she raises one eyebrow at him. ] Bobo, help me. This is gonna be worse than the Fae.

[ That string of confusing words grumbled under her breath. ]

Let me guess? Television is not a thing where you're from?

[nothing happens, at first. it's pleasant, comforting, to hold someone else's hand out of a leap of faith, and wei wuxian smiles so brightly that what happens next takes him off-guard and turning away from her, falling to his knees on the floor as his heart beats frantically in his chest.

dogs.

the smell of their rank breath against his face. the sharpness of their teeth dulled the slightest bit by threadbare clothes. the sound of their growls and barks ringing in wei wuxian's ears. the scraping sound of claws against clay and stone, as wild dogs roam the streets and compete with the homeless in search for food. the roughness of matted fur against his young hands as he fights them off for a chance to run. and against the darkness of his closed eyes, the clear shape of them against a moonlit night.

wei wuxian's whole body is shaking. he is eight again, with his heart in his throat, and an unrelenting hunger in his belly.

he doesn't throw up, but it's a small victory. the taste of bile is acrid against the flat of his tongue.]

Don't apologize, please. [he manages to croak out, his voice hoarse.] I had insisted.

[wei wuxian gets up on his feet but doesn't turn to face lady kozukata just yet, as he wipes his face with his sleeve and regroups. when he does, there's a paleness to his expression, but there is no sign of blame at all.]

You have a powerful ability, my lady. If there's anything I can do to help ease its burden, please tell me. You shouldn't have to suffer loneliness and pain on your own.

[ Good. She seems lively enough, so she probably isn't hurt. Making sure she seems stable on her feet before he tries to let go, Cain can only really answer that with a sheepish laugh. It's not like she's wrong, after all. ]

You have the right idea of it, I can't deny that. It's just, these things were set up by the local government so we can't simply mess with them as we like. For what it's worth though, we did submit some reports and I'm sure they'll do something soon.

[ He hasn't been here enough to know how authorities in Lunatia deal with problems their citizens bring to note. So for now at the very least, he's willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that, as much as they can, they'll fix this eventually like any decent form of bureaucracy would. It just might take a little because of the paperwork and the multiple channels involved. Unlike him, though, not everyone's privy to the inner workings of a country out of experience, so that's the best he can tell her as they walk a few steps away from the exit and the trampoline. ]

Here. [ He picks up a small plastic glass from a makeshift stall nestled beside a building, unattended by anyone. It's not a real vendor's stall, it just has a few more of these cups filled with what looks like the same kind of shimmery drink. ] This is made from a local fruit I don't know the name of either, but I promise it tastes pretty nice. The boost should help you calm down from the shock. Also...

[ He does have a slightly more personal concern as well. He hadn't noticed that much at first, as focused on her safety as he'd been, but the more he looks at her now... There, it's something about her fashion or general look, but it seems pretty homely. Even maybe to the extent that he might have seen her around with the Captain some time; many people sure did come and go from the Grandcypher during his stay, and even someone as social as Cain had only really met some. ]

Sorry if this is a little sudden, but are you by any chance from one of the skydoms?

[ it isn't difficult to at least pretend to be smoothing his robes as he tries to collect his thoughts, mind reeling from everything seemingly happening at once. The last person Jin Guangyao has expected to see if now standing in front of him and it's one of those rare moments where he just doesn't know what to say.

And then Lan Xichen gives him an out, making a comment that the ex-Sect Leader can at least seize upon to start the conversation moving. There's little expectation Lan Xichen will stick around to talk with him; Jin Guangyao doesn't presume to have such good luck these days and he gives a respectful bow.]

I should be the one apologising. I was not paying attention to where I was walking.

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