[Waking up in a new place isn't necessarily new to Xingchen; after all, he's spent a portion of his life traveling the world, stopping in various towns and spending the night in countless inns or camping out under the stars, but for the last couple years, he's at least had one place to call home. Even if it wouldn't be classified as a proper house.
Waking up in a plush bed instead of a coffin is definitely a surprise, albeit a pleasant one.
But that's where the pleasantness ends. If this isn't the coffin home, then where is he and why does he have no recollection of how he's gotten here? Not to mention, his clothes don't even feel the same! Where are his robes and...and the cloth covering his eyes?
He gets out of the bed and starts to feel around for any answers, discovering more questions along the way. Where is his sword? This is just one room, though, so assuming he hasn't been locked in, Xingchen cautiously searches for the door and finds that it's...wide open. Okay, so that's probably good.
It's good until he reaches the staircase, unaware that it's a staircase at all. The first step lands where he expects, flat on the ground, but then the second meets...air. And then a delayed stop that throws him off balance. With a gasp, Xingchen throws out his arms, one of which hits the banister, which prompts him to latch onto it entirely, saving himself from bouncing down the stairs farther than the few he already has. This is going to leave some bruises.
Someone please help your new, and very blind, dad navigate this nightmare dwelling.]
II. Snow Day
[The joyful cries of children slowly pull Xingchen from his slumber, but as it sinks in, he can't help but smile. He likes children and any time they can enjoy the life around them, he considers things to be good. He's unsure why they're still home when they should have left for their studies by now - unless he's massively overslept, though it doesn't feel like it - so he dresses, slips on some sunglasses to cover his empty eyes, and heads downstairs. Successfully, this time.
He's just closed the front door behind him when something hits him in the arm. Surprised, he turns toward where he's been attacked, only to be accosted by those childrens' voices. He smiles, but shakes his head in answer to their pleas.]
I'm afraid I wouldn't be a very good teammate.
[You know, what with being blind, and all.]
III. Doppelganger
[Well. That dream sure was awful. But that's all it was, right? A dream? Surely. Xingchen has woken in a cold sweat before, having dreamt of his own traumatic events, but nothing quite like this. Never has he seen himself be transferred to something else.
So when he heads downstairs to try to make some semblance of a normal day, he thinks nothing of it. It's only when he's made some tea for himself and set it down on the kitchen table that his his hand brushes over someone sitting in the chair he's about to claim. It must be a member of his "family" here.]
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were there.
[It's then the "person" gets up, pushing the chair back with a scrape and says, "Good morning!". And that voice is so alarmingly familiar and yet altogether foreign that Xingchen gasps and takes a step back, suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable.]
Who...What are you?
[To which this entity replies with a tinny laugh, soft and mockingly gentle like Xingchen's own, "I'm a person, of course! Don't be so silly!"
He wishes he were being silly.]
IV. Wildcard!
[Want to do something else with Xingchen? Bump into him (or be bumped into by him) when you're both out running errands? Hit me up! You all know how this goes.]
Xiao Xingchen | Mo Dao Zu Shi
[Waking up in a new place isn't necessarily new to Xingchen; after all, he's spent a portion of his life traveling the world, stopping in various towns and spending the night in countless inns or camping out under the stars, but for the last couple years, he's at least had one place to call home. Even if it wouldn't be classified as a proper house.
Waking up in a plush bed instead of a coffin is definitely a surprise, albeit a pleasant one.
But that's where the pleasantness ends. If this isn't the coffin home, then where is he and why does he have no recollection of how he's gotten here? Not to mention, his clothes don't even feel the same! Where are his robes and...and the cloth covering his eyes?
He gets out of the bed and starts to feel around for any answers, discovering more questions along the way. Where is his sword? This is just one room, though, so assuming he hasn't been locked in, Xingchen cautiously searches for the door and finds that it's...wide open. Okay, so that's probably good.
It's good until he reaches the staircase, unaware that it's a staircase at all. The first step lands where he expects, flat on the ground, but then the second meets...air. And then a delayed stop that throws him off balance. With a gasp, Xingchen throws out his arms, one of which hits the banister, which prompts him to latch onto it entirely, saving himself from bouncing down the stairs farther than the few he already has. This is going to leave some bruises.
Someone please help your new, and very blind, dad navigate this nightmare dwelling.]
II. Snow Day
[The joyful cries of children slowly pull Xingchen from his slumber, but as it sinks in, he can't help but smile. He likes children and any time they can enjoy the life around them, he considers things to be good. He's unsure why they're still home when they should have left for their studies by now - unless he's massively overslept, though it doesn't feel like it - so he dresses, slips on some sunglasses to cover his empty eyes, and heads downstairs. Successfully, this time.
He's just closed the front door behind him when something hits him in the arm. Surprised, he turns toward where he's been attacked, only to be accosted by those childrens' voices. He smiles, but shakes his head in answer to their pleas.]
I'm afraid I wouldn't be a very good teammate.
[You know, what with being blind, and all.]
III. Doppelganger
[Well. That dream sure was awful. But that's all it was, right? A dream? Surely. Xingchen has woken in a cold sweat before, having dreamt of his own traumatic events, but nothing quite like this. Never has he seen himself be transferred to something else.
So when he heads downstairs to try to make some semblance of a normal day, he thinks nothing of it. It's only when he's made some tea for himself and set it down on the kitchen table that his his hand brushes over someone sitting in the chair he's about to claim. It must be a member of his "family" here.]
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were there.
[It's then the "person" gets up, pushing the chair back with a scrape and says, "Good morning!". And that voice is so alarmingly familiar and yet altogether foreign that Xingchen gasps and takes a step back, suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable.]
Who...What are you?
[To which this entity replies with a tinny laugh, soft and mockingly gentle like Xingchen's own, "I'm a person, of course! Don't be so silly!"
He wishes he were being silly.]
IV. Wildcard!
[Want to do something else with Xingchen? Bump into him (or be bumped into by him) when you're both out running errands? Hit me up! You all know how this goes.]