[ Just when Wu Xingzi accepted the invitation to have lunch with Mister Lu, he found himself floating among the stars. Naturally, he could not help but be a little confused and distressed about his situation.
How did this happen? Why?
These were the sort of questions that he had the first hour, but he soon accepted that he must have died. He wondered if, perhaps, his ancestors were truly enraged that he brought General Pengoris to meet them.
They probably were conversing among themselves to decide if he really deserved death or not, and decided that he did. Wu Xingzi was surprised that they waited so long to take their revenge out on him, but he felt a little like he deserved it.
He also felt in his heart was that he wronged quite a few people in his sudden passing. Mister Lu would have to hear he fell down dead and be naturally troubled by such news; Mint and Osmanthus were probably beside themselves (the two girls were quite sweet and he worried for their hearts in seeing such a shocking sight!); Guan Shanjin would have the problem of shipping his body back to Qingcheng County.
It really was such an inconvenience for so many people.
He could only find solace in a few facts. The first was that he had secured a nice place to be buried which should minimize some of trouble that he caused, and it was such a peaceful, nice spot to be laid to rest. The second was that his pengoris drawings would most assuredly be buried with him, so he could be surrounded by his darlings for all eternity. And the third was that he felt that same tin box pressed against his chest.
So, even if he was alone, he wasn't "alone." It was only a shame that he couldn't look at them as he floated in space. He supposed that it would be asking for too much, anyway, and he should just be happy that they were with him at all.
These were the thoughts that he had until he was rescued. He was surprised to find that he wasn't dead at all, but apparently "spirited away" to some new planet. Wu Xingzi had listened carefully to everything that they said, but he felt that most of it flew completely over his head. It wasn't anything that he could fully understand, but he felt if he asked too many questions that he would be troubling them more than necessary. So, he only nodded his head like he understood.
Even if he couldn't understand anything, Wu Xingzi made certain to thank the people for having found and rescued him -- cupping his hands, he bowed deeply to them as soon as he was able. It was thanks to these people that he was all right, and it didn't seem like they had meant to grab him, anyway, so he didn't see reason why he shouldn't show his gratitude.
Besides, he also was able to look upon his drawings once more. Which he did as soon as he was able to sneak away to make sure that every drawing was in order and had not been damaged at all having been in space for so long. Thankfully, each and every one was accounted for and in fine condition.
He let out a single sigh of relief.
Really, he owed these Prismals his life...
If anyone should happen upon him, they would see him gazing fondly and lovingly at whatever is inside a tin box that he is cradling equally loving in his arms. In fact .... is he crying?! ]
B. I HEAT UP, I CAN'T COOL DOWN
[ What a quaint item that they gifted every room. He really doesn't feel like he's done anything to deserve what has been given to him, but he'll do everything he can to repay the kindness given to him.
Touching the cube, he had only meant to figure out what it was made out of -- before realizing that it was foolish to even try to figure something like that out on an unknown world. But nevermind that! He's ended up hot and bothered and uncertain what to do about it.
Even looking at his darlings isn't enough to soothe his senses. What to do? He pokes his head out of his room -- flushed and looking more than a little embarrassed. ]
Um, uh... hello. [ Really, this is not a way to meet one's neighbors. ]
C. PENPALS??
[ Upon looking at the network, Wu Xingzi was surprised at the messages. He thought that the Moonblessed were truly brave people to honestly write their thoughts out as they did. It also made him wonder if, perhaps, he could ask for the pengoris image of some of the males ...
No, no, no. He couldn't ask something like that!
Even if he could be so bold, his timid nature betrayed him. Not only that, but how could he show his face in public? He was alive now thanks to the Prismals, and while a person did only live once (or twice?), he did not have it in him to make such a shameless request.
But maybe, surely, in their world... they have something similar and would understand...?
Wu Xingzi thought to record his voice, but: ]
Um, uh... um...
[ He stumbles over his own words and gave up, not realizing that he didn't delete it. Video was out of the question, because he had seen how beautiful and good-looking the people of this world was. If he showed his average face, wouldn't that be a slap in theirs for having to see it?
So, writing it was. ]
Hello. My name is Wu Xingzi. I am writing to address the people of this network.
Normally, I know whom I am writing and so it is a little difficult for me to make such a broad statement, but I am hoping to become penpals.
If anyone is interested, please let me know.
[ There! That should do it! He feels a little embarrassed to have made such a broad statement but hopefully, his sentiment will be understood.
He usually would write that he would want to become life partners, but his fingers stumbled over writing such a thing... he couldn't bring himself to say something so shameless especially since it wasn't true (and he wasn't even sure if it would be possible with what little he understood of the world), and so settled on just asking to be "penpals."
That seemed safe and fair to write. Hopefully, his meaning would be understood and he could acquire some more pengoris for his collection.... ]
D. A HUNGRY OLD QUAIL
[ Oh, I wish I was able to eat before coming here...
He thinks of the meal that had gone to waste that Mister Lu had prepared with him in mind. His mouth waters a little as he thinks of what a feast must have been waiting for him, and it makes him feel all the more sorry that it went to waste.
I wonder if they will think that I ran away? I hope that no one was troubled and that Mister Lu was able to eat without worries... Because even if he could not enjoy such a delicious meal, he isn't so small-hearted and small-minded as to not want the person who invited him to lunch to not enjoy what was made.
Wu Xingzi lets out a small sigh as he looks through the window to the food in the restaurant. He doesn't know how much chroma that he has, but he surely doesn't have enough to spend on such extravagance! So, all he can do is swallow back his drool and wonder what he is going to do for food.
As he wonders, his stomach growls. It growls so loud that people around him probably could hear it -- no, they definitely heard it. His face turns bright red as he presses his hands against his stomach to quiet it. ]
Oh, dear...
E. WILDCARD
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wu xingzi | ygmct | iris
[ Just when Wu Xingzi accepted the invitation to have lunch with Mister Lu, he found himself floating among the stars. Naturally, he could not help but be a little confused and distressed about his situation.
How did this happen? Why?
These were the sort of questions that he had the first hour, but he soon accepted that he must have died. He wondered if, perhaps, his ancestors were truly enraged that he brought General Pengoris to meet them.
They probably were conversing among themselves to decide if he really deserved death or not, and decided that he did. Wu Xingzi was surprised that they waited so long to take their revenge out on him, but he felt a little like he deserved it.
He also felt in his heart was that he wronged quite a few people in his sudden passing. Mister Lu would have to hear he fell down dead and be naturally troubled by such news; Mint and Osmanthus were probably beside themselves (the two girls were quite sweet and he worried for their hearts in seeing such a shocking sight!); Guan Shanjin would have the problem of shipping his body back to Qingcheng County.
It really was such an inconvenience for so many people.
He could only find solace in a few facts. The first was that he had secured a nice place to be buried which should minimize some of trouble that he caused, and it was such a peaceful, nice spot to be laid to rest. The second was that his pengoris drawings would most assuredly be buried with him, so he could be surrounded by his darlings for all eternity. And the third was that he felt that same tin box pressed against his chest.
So, even if he was alone, he wasn't "alone." It was only a shame that he couldn't look at them as he floated in space. He supposed that it would be asking for too much, anyway, and he should just be happy that they were with him at all.
These were the thoughts that he had until he was rescued. He was surprised to find that he wasn't dead at all, but apparently "spirited away" to some new planet. Wu Xingzi had listened carefully to everything that they said, but he felt that most of it flew completely over his head. It wasn't anything that he could fully understand, but he felt if he asked too many questions that he would be troubling them more than necessary. So, he only nodded his head like he understood.
Even if he couldn't understand anything, Wu Xingzi made certain to thank the people for having found and rescued him -- cupping his hands, he bowed deeply to them as soon as he was able. It was thanks to these people that he was all right, and it didn't seem like they had meant to grab him, anyway, so he didn't see reason why he shouldn't show his gratitude.
Besides, he also was able to look upon his drawings once more. Which he did as soon as he was able to sneak away to make sure that every drawing was in order and had not been damaged at all having been in space for so long. Thankfully, each and every one was accounted for and in fine condition.
He let out a single sigh of relief.
Really, he owed these Prismals his life...
If anyone should happen upon him, they would see him gazing fondly and lovingly at whatever is inside a tin box that he is cradling equally loving in his arms. In fact .... is he crying?! ]
B. I HEAT UP, I CAN'T COOL DOWN
[ What a quaint item that they gifted every room. He really doesn't feel like he's done anything to deserve what has been given to him, but he'll do everything he can to repay the kindness given to him.
Touching the cube, he had only meant to figure out what it was made out of -- before realizing that it was foolish to even try to figure something like that out on an unknown world. But nevermind that! He's ended up hot and bothered and uncertain what to do about it.
Even looking at his darlings isn't enough to soothe his senses. What to do? He pokes his head out of his room -- flushed and looking more than a little embarrassed. ]
Um, uh... hello. [ Really, this is not a way to meet one's neighbors. ]
C. PENPALS??
[ Upon looking at the network, Wu Xingzi was surprised at the messages. He thought that the Moonblessed were truly brave people to honestly write their thoughts out as they did. It also made him wonder if, perhaps, he could ask for the pengoris image of some of the males ...
No, no, no. He couldn't ask something like that!
Even if he could be so bold, his timid nature betrayed him. Not only that, but how could he show his face in public? He was alive now thanks to the Prismals, and while a person did only live once (or twice?), he did not have it in him to make such a shameless request.
But maybe, surely, in their world... they have something similar and would understand...?
Wu Xingzi thought to record his voice, but: ]
Um, uh... um...
[ He stumbles over his own words and gave up, not realizing that he didn't delete it. Video was out of the question, because he had seen how beautiful and good-looking the people of this world was. If he showed his average face, wouldn't that be a slap in theirs for having to see it?
So, writing it was. ]
Hello. My name is Wu Xingzi. I am writing to address the people of this network.
Normally, I know whom I am writing and so it is a little difficult for me to make such a broad statement, but I am hoping to become penpals.
If anyone is interested, please let me know.
[ There! That should do it! He feels a little embarrassed to have made such a broad statement but hopefully, his sentiment will be understood.
He usually would write that he would want to become life partners, but his fingers stumbled over writing such a thing... he couldn't bring himself to say something so shameless especially since it wasn't true (and he wasn't even sure if it would be possible with what little he understood of the world), and so settled on just asking to be "penpals."
That seemed safe and fair to write. Hopefully, his meaning would be understood and he could acquire some more pengoris for his collection.... ]
D. A HUNGRY OLD QUAIL
[ Oh, I wish I was able to eat before coming here...
He thinks of the meal that had gone to waste that Mister Lu had prepared with him in mind. His mouth waters a little as he thinks of what a feast must have been waiting for him, and it makes him feel all the more sorry that it went to waste.
I wonder if they will think that I ran away? I hope that no one was troubled and that Mister Lu was able to eat without worries... Because even if he could not enjoy such a delicious meal, he isn't so small-hearted and small-minded as to not want the person who invited him to lunch to not enjoy what was made.
Wu Xingzi lets out a small sigh as he looks through the window to the food in the restaurant. He doesn't know how much chroma that he has, but he surely doesn't have enough to spend on such extravagance! So, all he can do is swallow back his drool and wonder what he is going to do for food.
As he wonders, his stomach growls. It growls so loud that people around him probably could hear it -- no, they definitely heard it. His face turns bright red as he presses his hands against his stomach to quiet it. ]
Oh, dear...
E. WILDCARD
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