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TDM #4
✖ TEST DRIVE MEME
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The island is a Winter Wonderland. Your boat docks alongside a wharf that leads you to a glimmering, snow covered land - good thing there’s a little wooden building right at the end of the wharf where you can grab some boots and a warm coat!
Beyond the icy beach among the snowy hills is nestled a little village that makes every postcard you’ve ever seen look like garbage. It’s so quaint! Strings of twinkling lights are strung up between scalloped roofs and fresh evergreen boughs and wreaths hang from doors and old fashioned lamposts.
There is a little outdoor market selling food and drinks - you can get some hot cocoa, or mulled wine. If you’re cold, you can stay in one of two cozy inns free of charge. How delightful!
Ⅱ. TOY STORY
The villagers are happy to lend you snowshoes and skis if you grow bored of their little village. They tell you that you can head north or east, but that you shouldn’t go west toward the mountains. That way is too dangerous! (South just takes you back to the ocean.) No matter what direction you choose, it’s best to go with a buddy. You wouldn’t want to get stranded all alone in the snow alone, would you?
If you choose to go to the east you’ll find that you are eventually surrounded by huge chunks of ice that glow a faint pinkish colour. Keep moving into this strange valley and you’ll find yourself surrounded by dozens and dozens of oversized gift boxes.
God, don’t you just love presents?
Whether it’s because you assume they’re all for you or because you’re almost positive you heard something moving inside one of those giant boxes, you untie a bow and take the lid off one of them.
The cheerfully decorated box shivers and shakes, and then out leaps a toy. Not just any toy, either: your toy. Your favourite from when you were a child. It’s almost as big as you are, with a gift tag around its neck that has your name on it and the motto “Introduce me!” Your old favourite toy has also gained the ability to move independently. And move it will, following you around like a shadow. It refuses to leave, actually.
The longer you ignore it the more aggressive it starts to become. Turns out a six foot teddy bear can clock you pretty good, and god forbid you’re being followed by a human sized GI Joe. Leave it long enough and your childhood friend will try to kill you.
Maybe if you explain what the hell this toy is to your companion it’ll leave you alone?
Ⅲ. LIGHTS IN THE SKY
Head north with your skis or snowshoes and you’ll find yourself moving easily over sparkling snow past towering evergreen trees. The air is redolent with their smell and the crisp, clear air. Birds sing and there is a general air of deep peacefulness.
The trees open up and you find yourself in an open area empty save for a cute little shack. Inside there’s a woodpile, matches, and a wood stove. Best to use the first two inside the latter, no? Unless arson is your jam. There are also some surprisingly comfortable wooden rockers. The perfect place to sit a while as the sun fades from the sky; night comes early here this time of year.
Stay even longer and you’ll see something even more beautiful: shifting waves of light dancing across the sky.
Aurora borealis. At this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within this part of the island?
Yes.
As you watch the northern lights, you will start to see figures up there, sketched in light. With a start you’ll also come to recognise at least one of them: it’s you. There’s no way your companion hasn’t also noticed the resemblance. This glowing facsimile of you is acting something out, and you’ll come to realise that it’s reenacting a time you took a lie way, WAY too far.
If you explain what the hell happened aloud, it will fade from the sky. Don’t? Well. It will just keep on repeating its little pantomime until dawn.
Ⅳ. ABOMINMAL
CW: monsters, possible violence.
You never were the type to follow the rules, or maybe your sense of direction is just terrible; you go west. The terrain grows rougher, and soon enough there are huge snow covered stones jutting from the ground. There are boulders, too, which have apparently rolled down from the mountain you are now at the base of. Some of these have landed so that they are tumbled together, creating pockets almost like caves in between and beneath them.
You continue up the mountain a bit, and you become aware of the fact that you cannot hear or see any animals. No birds sing or flit by low over the ground, no curious squirrels or foxes poke their noses out to see what you’re doing.
Everything is still.
You’re just starting to think maybe you ought to turn back when something roars. The sound is a deep, resonating bass sound full of fury and you feel the snow beneath your feet shiver with it.
A huge, hulking shape is rushing down the mountain toward you. Vaguely simian and covered in white fur, it has fangs and claws and seems all too eager to use both of them on you.
Looks like you only have a few seconds to decide on a course of action.
Greetings, prospective Travelers! Welcome to the POLYMYTHOS test drive meme and thank you for your interest in our game! Our next application round will run from October 22 - October 29, 2021. We invite you to use this TDM to explore but one of many, many islands within the Endless Isles; use it as an opportunity to introduce and familiarize yourself with the game, form connections with other characters, and just have some fun. (Perhaps while also getting some solid samples together for your application!)
Use the prompts provided below as-is or feel free to write your own set within the environment detailed in each. You're even welcome to access the network via your character's ScryWatch. While there will be some inevitable changes, TDMs may count as game canon and some islands may be revisited in the future. Be mindful of your surroundings -- you never know how you and your fellow Travelers might affect this place in the long run.
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The island is a Winter Wonderland. Your boat docks alongside a wharf that leads you to a glimmering, snow covered land - good thing there’s a little wooden building right at the end of the wharf where you can grab some boots and a warm coat!Beyond the icy beach among the snowy hills is nestled a little village that makes every postcard you’ve ever seen look like garbage. It’s so quaint! Strings of twinkling lights are strung up between scalloped roofs and fresh evergreen boughs and wreaths hang from doors and old fashioned lamposts.
There is a little outdoor market selling food and drinks - you can get some hot cocoa, or mulled wine. If you’re cold, you can stay in one of two cozy inns free of charge. How delightful!
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Any food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
4. These residents of the village are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
5. Have fun!
Ⅱ. TOY STORY
The villagers are happy to lend you snowshoes and skis if you grow bored of their little village. They tell you that you can head north or east, but that you shouldn’t go west toward the mountains. That way is too dangerous! (South just takes you back to the ocean.) No matter what direction you choose, it’s best to go with a buddy. You wouldn’t want to get stranded all alone in the snow alone, would you?
If you choose to go to the east you’ll find that you are eventually surrounded by huge chunks of ice that glow a faint pinkish colour. Keep moving into this strange valley and you’ll find yourself surrounded by dozens and dozens of oversized gift boxes.
God, don’t you just love presents?
Whether it’s because you assume they’re all for you or because you’re almost positive you heard something moving inside one of those giant boxes, you untie a bow and take the lid off one of them.
The cheerfully decorated box shivers and shakes, and then out leaps a toy. Not just any toy, either: your toy. Your favourite from when you were a child. It’s almost as big as you are, with a gift tag around its neck that has your name on it and the motto “Introduce me!” Your old favourite toy has also gained the ability to move independently. And move it will, following you around like a shadow. It refuses to leave, actually.The longer you ignore it the more aggressive it starts to become. Turns out a six foot teddy bear can clock you pretty good, and god forbid you’re being followed by a human sized GI Joe. Leave it long enough and your childhood friend will try to kill you.
Maybe if you explain what the hell this toy is to your companion it’ll leave you alone?
Notes:
1. The toy will stop following or trying to fight your character once they explain to someone why it was important to them.
2. The ‘toy’ can be anything - if all your character ever had to play with was a block of wood, they will be tailed by a block of wood.
3. If your character was never a child, you can instead choose some sort of frivolous object they loved at any age. The idea is to share a moment of imagination or play from their past.
Ⅲ. LIGHTS IN THE SKY
Head north with your skis or snowshoes and you’ll find yourself moving easily over sparkling snow past towering evergreen trees. The air is redolent with their smell and the crisp, clear air. Birds sing and there is a general air of deep peacefulness.
The trees open up and you find yourself in an open area empty save for a cute little shack. Inside there’s a woodpile, matches, and a wood stove. Best to use the first two inside the latter, no? Unless arson is your jam. There are also some surprisingly comfortable wooden rockers. The perfect place to sit a while as the sun fades from the sky; night comes early here this time of year.
Stay even longer and you’ll see something even more beautiful: shifting waves of light dancing across the sky.
Aurora borealis. At this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within this part of the island?
Yes.
As you watch the northern lights, you will start to see figures up there, sketched in light. With a start you’ll also come to recognise at least one of them: it’s you. There’s no way your companion hasn’t also noticed the resemblance. This glowing facsimile of you is acting something out, and you’ll come to realise that it’s reenacting a time you took a lie way, WAY too far.
If you explain what the hell happened aloud, it will fade from the sky. Don’t? Well. It will just keep on repeating its little pantomime until dawn.
Notes:
1. The lie can be as serious or as stupid as you like.
Ⅳ. ABOMINMAL
CW: monsters, possible violence.
You never were the type to follow the rules, or maybe your sense of direction is just terrible; you go west. The terrain grows rougher, and soon enough there are huge snow covered stones jutting from the ground. There are boulders, too, which have apparently rolled down from the mountain you are now at the base of. Some of these have landed so that they are tumbled together, creating pockets almost like caves in between and beneath them.
You continue up the mountain a bit, and you become aware of the fact that you cannot hear or see any animals. No birds sing or flit by low over the ground, no curious squirrels or foxes poke their noses out to see what you’re doing.
Everything is still.
You’re just starting to think maybe you ought to turn back when something roars. The sound is a deep, resonating bass sound full of fury and you feel the snow beneath your feet shiver with it. A huge, hulking shape is rushing down the mountain toward you. Vaguely simian and covered in white fur, it has fangs and claws and seems all too eager to use both of them on you.
Looks like you only have a few seconds to decide on a course of action.
Notes:
1. The Yeti is very fast, but if your character is on skis they may be able to get ahead of it. Oh, they took the snowshoes? Uh oh...
2. The Yeti is a flesh and blood creature. It is superhumanly strong, but it can be fought and killed.
3. Hopefully there’s just one. And hopefully all that noise doesn’t cause an avalanche…
Greetings, prospective Travelers! Welcome to the POLYMYTHOS test drive meme and thank you for your interest in our game! Our next application round will run from October 22 - October 29, 2021. We invite you to use this TDM to explore but one of many, many islands within the Endless Isles; use it as an opportunity to introduce and familiarize yourself with the game, form connections with other characters, and just have some fun. (Perhaps while also getting some solid samples together for your application!)
Use the prompts provided below as-is or feel free to write your own set within the environment detailed in each. You're even welcome to access the network via your character's ScryWatch. While there will be some inevitable changes, TDMs may count as game canon and some islands may be revisited in the future. Be mindful of your surroundings -- you never know how you and your fellow Travelers might affect this place in the long run.
Jin Guangyao | Mo Dao Zu Shi (cw:spoilers for MDZS and canon typical violence)
If this was an afterlife it was far more beautiful than anything he had deserved.
This place was nothing like any of the paintings he had seen, nor like the snows in Gusu. He shivered visibly in the simple light robes he was given when he arrived. He had always run a bit on the colder side. His teeth were chattering. He moved towards a building at the end of the wharf after asking a townsperson where he might procure something warm.
Now fully equipped with a yellow puffy coat, new boots, and a black woolen hat that kept his ears nice and warm he was ready to explore.
He bought a cup of something called a hot chocolate and sat at a small table watching people pass by. The chocolate was delicious in a way he had never tasted before. He was thoroughly impressed by it
"Are you new here as well?
You really must try this Chocolate. It is sweeter than even the sweetest spun candy I've had." he was usually pretty good at small talk. However, some of his grace was broken by the line of whipped cream on his upper lip.
❁ ii. Toy story: (cw: prostitution mention)
Jin Guangyao's first thought on seeing the movement from one of the boxes was that it was surely an animal of some sort trapped within it. When he opened it out popped out a a brightly painted wooden ram. She was bigger than him! And she shook her head out before hopping around excitedly.
A-Yao!!! Do you remember me? We played together for so long. I missed you!
All Jing Guangyao could do was make a silent choking noise. This was too strange. His mother had saved up and bought her for him for his birthday, he was a small skinny three-year-old child, hiding in the dusty corners of the brothel his mother worked and lived in keeping quiet while his mother saw the strange uncles who were her friends. They were all very different but he knew he had to be very very quiet.
He had named her Yulan after his mother's favorite flowers.
Did you forget? You never forget aaaaannnnnyyything Meng Yao!
He looked to his companion, his eyes wide.
"Do you know what is happening?"
❁ iii. Lights in the sky:
After that long cold trek in the snow, sitting with a fire on some wooden rocker with the sky changing colors was something that Jin Guangyao needed. The company of his companion was nice as well, the sky and lights were like nothing he had ever seen.
He was mesmerized by the shapes that danced in the sky. It was like what he had thought cultivation was when he was a child. How odd one of the shapes resembled him. Not him now...But of him when he was eighteen when he carried a different name and was just a soldier in his father's sect, toiling in a hopeless struggle to get recognized. His father would only see him if he had the credentials and his superior commander was a cruel man who stole his work and mocked his mother.
The scene was of the youth stabbing him with a cold smile. A large man came on to the scene and terrified the youth fell upon the ground claiming that it was in anger. The larger man was unfazed and immovable.
This was his first kill. The scene was not over but he was silent.
lights!
Much of this place has been unfamiliar so it's quite startling to look to the sky and see a familiar face in it, although younger than he's been accustomed to seeing it. Huaisang finds himself scanning his surroundings, freezing when he recognizes Jin Guangyao. The words of warning the Ferryman had spoken drift through his mind. Speaking of the past to others is taboo, interfering with one another's journeys is forbidden. He twists a long strand of his hair nervously around a gloved finger. He doesn't know what the consequences of speaking out against Jin Guangyao would be but he's not in any hurry to find out either.
So he approaches cautiously, feet crunching on the snow to make noise but doesn't speak at all. Not until he has more of a sense of who he's dealing with.
cw: murder
The timing of Nie Mingjue's arrival was unfortunate.
The figure was on his knees begging for mercy, trying to explain. He wanted to send him to his father for justice and he knew it was a death sentence. His father would have loved an opportunity to dispose of an inconvenient bastard. One who apparently didn't know his place which was under the boots of everyone else.
Jin Guangyao pulled the furlined hood of his coat up around him, pulling his knees up on the rocking chair. He was so young back then, so desperate to fulfill his mother's wish.
It took him a while to actually notice he was no longer alone.
Ah.
"I don't expect to see you again so soon." his breath came out in a puff
"Did you want to sit down? I managed to get the stove on and it is warmer here than where you are." his voice was sad and resigned. He sounded tired more than anything else.
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He's alone and vulnerable here, encumbered by the frost-caked snowshoes on his feet. He stalls before answering, taking a couple of minutes to shake the snow free as he ponders the offer. Out here, no one could hear either of them scream for help. But even if Huaisang had come armed, he wouldn't have been able to defend himself against a war veteran capable of besting Jiang Cheng in combat. He doubts he's safe here but is he any safer mingling with the other Travelers? At least, he knows what Jin Guangyao is capable of.
"Sure," he says finally stepping onto the porch and taking a seat in one of the rockers.
It's more comfortable than it looked. He turns his gaze back to the light show playing out in the sky. Of course, he recognizes his own brother's visage in the heavens.
"I didn't expect to see you again either."
The Coffin-Sealing Ceremony Nie Huaisang had organized and overseen should have been the end of it, his brother and his killer on the porch firmly sealed away.
"The villagers were right. The northern lights are a spectacular sight to see."
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And he was tired. He rocked himself soothingly as he watched, listening as the other man settled in.
"Did you die? You do not look that much older if you did." he looked the same as he did when he saw him last, behind Lan Xichen. His eyes moved back to the lights.
The youth stabbed himself through, the larger man rushing to spread spiritual energy into him only to have his meridians blocked. The youth gave a deep bow, and ran, clutching his own wound to the stunned shock of the older man. The scene looped.
"Not a show I was expecting to see. It is strange seeing this play out as a spectator, however." he gave another soft sigh.
"I do not see the point in it. What use is showing me something I remember already?"
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Huaisang gives a little shrug, watching the drama play out with a somewhat impassive expression. He frowns, tensing slightly at the signs of distress on his brother's face. Even it's only a phantom crafted of light, it still gets to him after all these years. However, the peacefulness of their surroundings makes it harder to get too worked up about it. Or maybe he's just tired, too.
Huaisang sighs.
"I'm not dead. I went to sleep after sealing..."
How much is he allowed to say? Anything at all?
"There was a ceremony. After it, I returned to my room and fell asleep. When I woke up again, I was on that boat. I don't understand why I'm here."
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Jin Guangyao knew it was this action that man began to hate him as much as he did, that he could never measure up to his rigid sense of morality. It stung as well, Nie Mingjue was the first to value him...
"Ah, so it isn't an afterlife unless you passed in your sleep. That would be a shame though. I don't understand why I am here either..." his eyes were fixed on the images, repeating over and over in a slow pantomime. "Or where here is, even.
I didn't regret killing him, my commander. I regretted Da-ge seeing it. He had sent me to the Jins during the war when he had overheard Er-ge and me talking about how I wanted my father's recognition...He sent me off from Hejian to Langya with a letter of recommendation.
We were both such young fools, me for thinking it was enough for my father to want me, that anything could make him want me. And he for assuming that Jin Guangshan actually cared about his word." he watched it with a far-off look in his expression.
"Was it my mistake for leaving the Nies? Was it my mistake in seeking to become a cultivator to be able to assist the commoners who were only used as pawns in another's wars? Was being filial to my mother's dying wish to be a good obedient child to my father, where I erred?
I cannot seem to think of a crossroads where I could have been fine. All of the decision open to me were bad ones.
Are there things you regret, Nie Huaisang? I'm certain on your journey your ow choices were limited. Did I look to you like Da-ge looked to me, larger than life and terrifying?"
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Before long, he's preoccupied enough with his own thoughts to tune out about half of what Jin Guangyao is saying. Maybe later, he'll be in a better frame of mind to indulge what seems to him to be largely self-pity. For now, he simply tolerates it, keeping his gaze on the ongoing pantomime above. Though he is tempted to ask his enemy just why he's telling him all of this in the first place.
Then those questions pierce his reverie, snapping Huaisang back to attention.
"No," he says flatly, tone as distant and guarded as the walls of his keep back home. "There's nothing that I take back. As for how you looked to me, I saw you as you are - a murderer who had escaped justice for far too long."
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Of course, he would react this way. What did he care what he had to say? He acted as if Jin Guangyao was not apparently supposed to have any emotions about his losses, the loss of every single person he held dear. The loss of his wife, his best friends, his sworn brother, and even his mother's bones. The heavy burden of Jin Ling having to rescue a crumbling sect on his young shoulders. He swallowed so much bitter vinegar his entire life that he was expecting to come back as a fierce corpse himself.
Just like Nie Mingjue, he shouldn't bother wasting his breath. Once a Nie made up their mind that was apparently it.
Still, the bitterness was edged in his voice as he spoke. He curled up closer into himself protectively.
"You really are like your brother.
It is a shame that he didn't see it. Slightly less rigid and I am certain you excuse your own murders in the name of justice of course.
Oh, I forgot you don't really know, do you? You didn't mete it out directly, after all. But death by a sword or a song is the same as death by a word. But it was justice and filial loyalty, right?
I killed him for filial loyalty as well.
Perhaps someone down the line will bring it upon you, who knows."
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"If that's the choice he makes, I'll accept it. I won't run or hide from it."
Despite his words, there's still a hint of a fearful edge to his voice before Huaisang suppresses it once more.
"But I doubt that will happen. All it would take is a reminder of how you held him hostage with a guqin string pressed against his throat. Or was that filial loyalty, too? Using your young nephew as a shield like that is an interesting way of showing it."
A beat.
"I don't think Sect Leader Jin's confusion over that will be clearing any time soon."
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He regretted that action. Poor Jin Ling. He must have hurt him deeply after all. It wasn't his plan, he wanted to set him free outside the temple. He wanted to give him a few more years to enjoy his childhood.
"Who is to say if it is him or someone else? There are others of course. You certainly let a lot of pieces fall, didn't you? Were their lives incidental? Didn't you use my nephew as a pawn in your game yourself? He almost died more times in your hands than actually being in any danger in mine. And Jiang Wanyin was your closest friend from your teens. How would you have faced him if he died? Killing his only family in the name of revenge? Killing all of mine.
Were their lives worth less than Nie Mingjue's? Was it justice?
Pretend to be better than me all you want Nie Huai-."
He was shaking with emotion and anger and he forced himself to take some deep steadying breaths.
"Okay.
You know what?
Fuck this. Aren't you tired? I am fucking tired. I have been tired for decades and I don't have the energy to continue this.
We can rip each other apart until the end of eternity, we know each other too well. Is there a use in doing this? I don't know where I am and you are the first familiar face I have seen. Apparently, I can't even talk about what you did to me to anyone, or something bad will happen.
We can keep arguing like this, or we can find something to eat and try and warm up. Unless you want to trek back to town in the dark."
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"Fine, whatever. Let's go inside. Did you say something about a stove? There seems to be plenty of firewood to last until morning."
He gets up off the rocker and heads toward the door of the shack.
"The village isn't far. Neither of us will starve if we have to wait to eat tomorrow. The innkeeper seems generous."
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"Probably not, But it would help stave off the cold at least." his cheeks were pink and his hands freezing. He followed him inside and there was a large stove in there, the fire had dwindled down a bit but there was a large pile of logs inside. He shut the door behind them and set his satchel down on the floor, before feeding the fire until it was burning high.
"I haven't been inside the inn as of yet. But they had so many stalls with samples. And we have some supplies at least. It really is cold in here. It should warm up soon." his hands were over the fire as he tried to rub the color back into them.
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Regardless, there'll be plenty of time to ponder what was said later. He doubts this journey will be any shorter or easier than the last one had been.
Huaisang takes a seat near the stove, not so close he'll catch fire but close enough to bask in its warmth. He rubs his hands and lower extremities as he speaks softly over the crackling flames.
"The inn is rather nice. The owner is allowing us to stay free of charge. I overheard that another inn in the village is offering shelter as well. I don't know how long it will last. I doubt it will be forever but it's a place to start."
He hesitates.
"It seems as if we've been given enough supplies to last a month. Perhaps even longer so long as it is carefully rationed."
Another pause. Everything the past two days has passed in a blur.
"I wonder if the villagers could be persuaded to part with some extra supplies..."
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As the room began to warm up he shifted out of the overcoat, only wearing the simple robes he had been given underneath. The coat was puffy enough it would make a suitable bed to sleep on if he curled in his legs. He was glad for the thick socks they had given him. The fox motif on them was rather cute.
"It is good for now. A place to plan for what to do here at least. I noticed that as well. I think there may be some metal cups and a pot in there as well. Perhaps we can take melt some of the snow outside and use the dried vegetables and meat to make a soup in a bit. We can probably hunt for some things if we can get some supplies. the waters probably have fish as well...
I'm certain we can. But we might need to trade for them. Labor is probably the easiest thing to trade since we do not really have much else." This type of living was not something he has ever forgotten how to do, even after 15 years in Lanling.
"We'll survive at least."
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The gray-green robe of his robe is near identical to the robes of the office he wears back home, simply devoid of all embellishments. It's a far simpler look people are used to seeing from Huaisang, considering his well-known love for high fashion and accessories. However, it's not that far off from the plain garments he wears when disguising himself on the road.
After a while, he speaks with a great deal more competence and certainty than he typically displays in Jin Guangyao's presence. At this stage, what would be the point of hiding any longer when he's begun revealing himself to everyone else?
"Survival is enough for now. The locals may have tasks that need doing. If they do, we may be exchange labor for hunting and fishing equipment. Perhaps survival lessons as well. I don't know much about how to get by in this sort of terrain... Do you?"
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"A few times I've night hunt near Gusu in the winters, but both Er-ge and I had more than enough supplies. However, anything can be learned. We can watch how the locals do it and perhaps barter for knowledge as well. Sadly I'm more accustomed to warmer climates. Hejian was the coldest place I've lived and it was still too cold for me.
But between us, I think we will manage.
Are you hungry or thirsty? I would rather bring in some snow and put together our soup and drinking water now before I take things off and settle down for the night." his hands had warmed up quite a bit and the cabin was on its way to becoming warm.
He shifted on his coat once again, pulling the buttons on tight, and went to the satchel to bring out a pot.
"I'm going to fill this one up with snow, Er-ge once told me I mustn't boil it all at once or it will destroy the pot. Can you find yours? We can actually cook in that and add a bit at a time. We can use the second one to make drinking water." he straightened out his clothing, re-adjusting his soft woolen knit hat over his ears.
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"I forgot it outside. My satchel should still be sitting beside my seat," he confesses, slightly embarrassed. "If you bring it in, I'll see what I have. I've been conserving my supplies."
It'd seemed the wisest cource of action wth so much uncertainty on the horizon. Now he simply needs to remember to keep track of things. Not that he'd expected to run into his dead nemesis here much less plot to make dnner with him in a shack in the middle of nowhere.
"I can start preparing the ingredients when you get back."
Soup is one of the few dishes a gentry man like him can make.
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I have been conserving as well, it is best to when we do not really know where our next meal is coming from. Perhaps we would be wise to do an inventory of what we have as well while our food is cooking." this really was the type of odd circumstance one would find in a story, but what did he know? Perhaps this was a test on his journey towards betterment after all. Nie Huaisang was intrinsically tied to his own life and fate in a way not many were.
Jin Guangyao pulled the hood up over his head and stepped out the door. He found the satchel easily enough and peeked back in to drop it next to his own before he headed out.
He didn't have to do too far to find a large pile of pristine virginal snow. He got on his knees and began to scoop it into his pot, using his fingers to pack in as much as he was able to. They were cold again. He was going to have to invest in some nice gloves at some point.
Pot now filled with snow in his hands he headed back inside, setting it down on the floor to brush off the excess snow from his knees and his boots. "You had spent time in Gusu, was the threat of handstands and rule copying enough to keep the youngsters from tracking in the snow on a regular basis?"