Arrival A – HuaiSang continues to wonder if he has died, despite assurances to the contrary. He has been given care and housing, but he is still frightened to find himself in an unknown world surrounded by strangers. Loneliness has always been a plague to him, and his apartment has none of the birds or books that comfort him at home, so he wanders the streets, looking at everything but hiding shyly behind his fan and not entering any of the establishments. Strangers may approach him if they’d like, but he will hide shyly behind his fan until they’re proven friendly. Canonmates or anyone dressed like they come from a historical Asian setting will be approached enthusiastically, however. Waving his fan, HuaiSang hurries across the street, glad for this sight of something familiar. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” Or, if you’re a canonmate, he’ll be calling out his typical form of address for you.
Terror that Flaps in the Night B – HuaiSang was advised to destroy the feathers coming in through the air ducts. He did not. Lonely and homesick as he is, the feathers remind him of his beloved pet birds. None of them came with him to Prismatica, and his heart hurts every time he thinks of one of his feathered companions.
He hoards the feathers, lounging on his bed amidst them and toying with the soft quills, until the paranoia and hallucinations kick in. He begins to see his own birds from home, but when he reaches for them they attack him. All his sweet, gentle songbirds from home have doubled in size and become raptors, and they dive at him, pecking and clawing, until he flees out into the evening street and immediately bursts into tears.
Cephalopod Love B – Becoming a little braver now that he’s been here a few days, HuaiSang has begun to try the restaurants, and he’s very curious about this octopus recipes seminar. He always prefers to eat with friends, so he usually reaches out to one of his canonmates in order to secure company for every meal, but if all of them were busy then he will approach anyone in the lobby who appears to be here alone.
“Excuse me.” He blushes shyly and flutters his fan in demure apology for having bothered you. “I have no dining companion tonight. Do you think… might you want to… are you also...”
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Nie HuaiSang | The Untamed
A – HuaiSang continues to wonder if he has died, despite assurances to the contrary. He has been given care and housing, but he is still frightened to find himself in an unknown world surrounded by strangers. Loneliness has always been a plague to him, and his apartment has none of the birds or books that comfort him at home, so he wanders the streets, looking at everything but hiding shyly behind his fan and not entering any of the establishments. Strangers may approach him if they’d like, but he will hide shyly behind his fan until they’re proven friendly.
Canonmates or anyone dressed like they come from a historical Asian setting will be approached enthusiastically, however. Waving his fan, HuaiSang hurries across the street, glad for this sight of something familiar. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” Or, if you’re a canonmate, he’ll be calling out his typical form of address for you.
Terror that Flaps in the Night
B – HuaiSang was advised to destroy the feathers coming in through the air ducts. He did not. Lonely and homesick as he is, the feathers remind him of his beloved pet birds. None of them came with him to Prismatica, and his heart hurts every time he thinks of one of his feathered companions.
He hoards the feathers, lounging on his bed amidst them and toying with the soft quills, until the paranoia and hallucinations kick in. He begins to see his own birds from home, but when he reaches for them they attack him. All his sweet, gentle songbirds from home have doubled in size and become raptors, and they dive at him, pecking and clawing, until he flees out into the evening street and immediately bursts into tears.
So, here’s an elegantly dressed young man with elaborately arranged hair sitting on the front steps of an apartment building and sobbing.
Cephalopod Love
B – Becoming a little braver now that he’s been here a few days, HuaiSang has begun to try the restaurants, and he’s very curious about this octopus recipes seminar. He always prefers to eat with friends, so he usually reaches out to one of his canonmates in order to secure company for every meal, but if all of them were busy then he will approach anyone in the lobby who appears to be here alone.
“Excuse me.” He blushes shyly and flutters his fan in demure apology for having bothered you. “I have no dining companion tonight. Do you think… might you want to… are you also...”
Z. Wildcard, or contact me at Marlowe#2340 or