[ sweet girl. bixing's... somewhere, settled, with like fourteen computer screens popping out of his personal device, just covered in mathematics and schematics and all sorts of other wildly nerdy things.
when he sees harrow, though, his expression softens like, immediately. ]
And then some. [ hopefully. ] ...You look exhausted. Can I walk you back to where you're staying?
It did feel strangely up to chance, in the end... I manipulate my own metabolism with my chip, really, and it didn't help me, either. [ considering he also lost.... ugh. bixing's brow pinches a little, and he shakes his head. whatever he feels about that he's not about to bring to the surface. ]
That was nice of you, though, still. You at least were able to help some people, right? A little win, but a win nonetheless.
I wasn't trying to help them out of the goodness of my heart. I wanted to ensure some of the individuals with the best odds who were unlikely to screw us over came out on top.
[ he laughs a little, though, pushing his hands into his pockets. ]
And... it seems so. Hopefully. A little dicey with Mephisto, but, he ought to be outweighed, and might just end up part of the explanation why, anyway, so. Improvisation sometimes has its charms.
As long as things end up nicely tomorrow, I suppose that's it.
I don't think Mephisto is much of a risk. If it were him alone he might do something, but he is rather risk averse; he isn't going to cause trouble where he's likely to lose.
On our adventure, all of us except him were indisposed, and he negotiated the means for all of us to leave safely. What advantage would it have been to him to do otherwise?
[ ah. bixing can't help it - he laughs a little, turning his head to smile at harrow. ] You know, at least for me, you have the best way of being reassuring.
[ it's that smooth, cold logic, babey. it's science and mathematics and theoretics, the things that make perfect sense to lu bixing's scientist brain. he's good at reassuring others, with his words and his comfort and his warmth, but in his own hands? nothing works better than that. ]
That's a good point, too. Onwards and upwards, then, tomorrow, so to speak.
[yeah. she's too hot headed and emotional to be truly rational, and she has a lot of weakness where predicting other people's motives goes, but...
she also overrates her own power and ability to be terrifying so she simply thinks mephisto would not dare defy her.]
...Yes. I think we may be joining you? [she sounds a bit awkward.] It is up to Griddle, ultimately. It doesn't matter to me where we go so long as it gives me time to regroup and devise a plan to confront Cytherea.
[ she's valid and i love this for her. she's doing great.
the awkwardness makes him smile further, mouth curling up at the corners, and bixing pushes his hands into his pockets and fishes around for a cigarette, just for something to do with his hands. ]
I think that's the case. [ truthfully, he's wanted to talk to harrow about it, but someone said that might be a bad idea, so when she brings it up, he's maybe a little relieved. just a little. ] You'll be welcomed with full diplomatic honors, the both of you. And... if there's any resource at all that we can lend you, Harrow, the strength of the entire Eighth Galaxy is at your fingertips. Whatever you want or need is yours, in formality or otherwise.
[ even if that's just a safe, quiet place to rest, or even if perhaps a place to grow. it's neither here nor there. ]
[yeah. she hasn't wanted to talk about it or even find out anything about it, because this is only possible with the excuse gideon gave her that it's temporary.]
...I see. I appreciate that. I don't think you have many resources relating to necromancy, but I have always been self taught.
[...]
I don't know where you live. Is it a space station, or are there planetary colonies? [necromancy doesn't really work well in space so she has one concern.]
No, not many, but we have a lot of science, and from what I've heard, your world does, too. We might be able to make a little symphony. We'll see.
[ as for the second question; ] Planetary colonies is one way to put it, yes. There are [ a number goes here but priest didn't give me one so just assume there's a number ] planets in the Eighth that are currently inhabited, each with its own infrastructure and construction. I live on the capitol planet, Qiming, in a place called Milky Way City - in terms of its civilization, it's actually not all that different from the city island here, if more advanced. [ a pause. ]
And less hot, and with no demons. Otherwise, the population size and the feel is relatively similar. It's - Milky Way City is a nice place to live. I know I'm biased, but I love it there. It's safe, too.
[whew. she's relieved; wouldn't be out of the question based on TLT if most people lived on space stations. anyway she doesn't really know shit about science and also a lot of the science in TLT is necromancy powered so we'll see.......]
[ considering what he's seen and heard of the ninth, it's not really surprising. bone nun land... ]
The residential district is much quieter than the main city, so in terms of living arrangements, it should be a little more comfortable. And, if there's anything I can do for either of you to make sure it stays that way, just let me know, and I'll consider it done. I already drew up the paperwork to get a visa for you so there'll be no questions.
[ ... ]
Can I ask - what happens, after you defeat this Cytherea? What's the plan?
...The Ninth House is dying. We need intercession to survive. Most of our population is aging, and we haven't had a new birth on the planet since mine. No other necromancers besides me, either, and, for obvious reasons, no children, hardly anyone of child bearing age.
We need more resources, more population, and more necromancers, or we won't last. My plan has always been to find a way to draw the Emperor's notice, and to plead our case. The other Houses have the power to help us, but I never wanted to rely on that; it's the sort of assistance that comes with strings attached. I think now there are other methods I could attempt other than that.
But eventually, one day, I'll need to go back there, once I have the ability to do something for them, and lead them through whatever it is I attempt.
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outsidebones) wrote2023-02-05 05:03 pm
week 7; saturday
...You needn't worry, we'll see all of you returned where you're meant to go.
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when he sees harrow, though, his expression softens like, immediately. ]
And then some. [ hopefully. ] ...You look exhausted. Can I walk you back to where you're staying?
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I manipulated five people's metabolism and most of them lost.
[so that's why she's so exhausted! for what!]
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It did feel strangely up to chance, in the end... I manipulate my own metabolism with my chip, really, and it didn't help me, either. [ considering he also lost.... ugh. bixing's brow pinches a little, and he shakes his head. whatever he feels about that he's not about to bring to the surface. ]
That was nice of you, though, still. You at least were able to help some people, right? A little win, but a win nonetheless.
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In any event, it turned out fine.
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[ he laughs a little, though, pushing his hands into his pockets. ]
And... it seems so. Hopefully. A little dicey with Mephisto, but, he ought to be outweighed, and might just end up part of the explanation why, anyway, so. Improvisation sometimes has its charms.
As long as things end up nicely tomorrow, I suppose that's it.
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On our adventure, all of us except him were indisposed, and he negotiated the means for all of us to leave safely. What advantage would it have been to him to do otherwise?
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[ it's that smooth, cold logic, babey. it's science and mathematics and theoretics, the things that make perfect sense to lu bixing's scientist brain. he's good at reassuring others, with his words and his comfort and his warmth, but in his own hands? nothing works better than that. ]
That's a good point, too. Onwards and upwards, then, tomorrow, so to speak.
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she also overrates her own power and ability to be terrifying so she simply thinks mephisto would not dare defy her.]
...Yes. I think we may be joining you? [she sounds a bit awkward.] It is up to Griddle, ultimately. It doesn't matter to me where we go so long as it gives me time to regroup and devise a plan to confront Cytherea.
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the awkwardness makes him smile further, mouth curling up at the corners, and bixing pushes his hands into his pockets and fishes around for a cigarette, just for something to do with his hands. ]
I think that's the case. [ truthfully, he's wanted to talk to harrow about it, but someone said that might be a bad idea, so when she brings it up, he's maybe a little relieved. just a little. ] You'll be welcomed with full diplomatic honors, the both of you. And... if there's any resource at all that we can lend you, Harrow, the strength of the entire Eighth Galaxy is at your fingertips. Whatever you want or need is yours, in formality or otherwise.
[ even if that's just a safe, quiet place to rest, or even if perhaps a place to grow. it's neither here nor there. ]
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...I see. I appreciate that. I don't think you have many resources relating to necromancy, but I have always been self taught.
[...]
I don't know where you live. Is it a space station, or are there planetary colonies? [necromancy doesn't really work well in space so she has one concern.]
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No, not many, but we have a lot of science, and from what I've heard, your world does, too. We might be able to make a little symphony. We'll see.
[ as for the second question; ] Planetary colonies is one way to put it, yes. There are [ a number goes here but priest didn't give me one so just assume there's a number ] planets in the Eighth that are currently inhabited, each with its own infrastructure and construction. I live on the capitol planet, Qiming, in a place called Milky Way City - in terms of its civilization, it's actually not all that different from the city island here, if more advanced. [ a pause. ]
And less hot, and with no demons. Otherwise, the population size and the feel is relatively similar. It's - Milky Way City is a nice place to live. I know I'm biased, but I love it there. It's safe, too.
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...Alright. That is crowded, but I can make do.
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[ considering what he's seen and heard of the ninth, it's not really surprising. bone nun land... ]
The residential district is much quieter than the main city, so in terms of living arrangements, it should be a little more comfortable. And, if there's anything I can do for either of you to make sure it stays that way, just let me know, and I'll consider it done. I already drew up the paperwork to get a visa for you so there'll be no questions.
[ ... ]
Can I ask - what happens, after you defeat this Cytherea? What's the plan?
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[she chews on her lip.]
...The Ninth House is dying. We need intercession to survive. Most of our population is aging, and we haven't had a new birth on the planet since mine. No other necromancers besides me, either, and, for obvious reasons, no children, hardly anyone of child bearing age.
We need more resources, more population, and more necromancers, or we won't last. My plan has always been to find a way to draw the Emperor's notice, and to plead our case. The other Houses have the power to help us, but I never wanted to rely on that; it's the sort of assistance that comes with strings attached. I think now there are other methods I could attempt other than that.
But eventually, one day, I'll need to go back there, once I have the ability to do something for them, and lead them through whatever it is I attempt.