Mn. It's not my preferred one but it works. [ just one of the 495843096834 he knows how to use. the weapons proficiency is astounding.
he goes to pull an arrow out of the target, taking some of the frustration out on wriggling it free, the motion a little more violent than usual. ]
...Something's been irritating me all day. Can't put my finger on it. [ It Is A Curse, actually, this stupid zodiac thing. gu yun's turn to be cursed and not know why. ] Figured I'd try and relieve some stress.
Remember last week when I nearly drowned myself . . . ?
[Molly just looks around for another bow, since this looks kind of fun actually. he knows how to use a bow (for some reason), just. doesn't like it that much. Mostly just plucking at the string for a moment.]
Look nice in the armor. Never bothered with it myself. Have to get to the blood and all that.
Yes. [ this comes out kind of grumpy sounding. yes he remembers. ugh. this place needs to stop fucking with molly all the time, actually, thats also irritating.
in examining the bows, he'll find them to mostly be the normal fantasy grade ones, but, there are a few black iron crossbows with small golden boxes near the grip. the arrows that go with them look a little thicker and heftier (heh) than a normal bow, too!
gu yun seems to regard him for a second, and then glances down at himself. he misses his iron armor, a lot - being back in it feels like a second skin. ] I guess mine's supposed to keep my blood inside my body, with varying degrees of success.
[ inside blood ] The set's special, anyway.
[ give him a second - gu yun briefly moves the longbow down, and reaches for a notch on the side of the armor itself. there's a pshhh of lavender colored steam - a purple streak of energy whirls through a circular spot near the shoulders, and then, a pair of black iron wings pop out from the back. poof. ]
Armor slows me down, but I can see the appeal on you.
[he'd been playing with one of those fancy crossbows and hefty bolts when the wings pop out - accidentally yanking the trigger and sending it rocketing off to a far corner of the simulation room - immediately distracted.]
Shite! [EXCITING?] Quite a look you've got there! Seems everyone's got secret wings these days except me! When do mine grow in . . . ?
[ the baixiang arrow fired rockets out with that same purple steam and goes yeeting into a corner. bad shot, something in him scolds, cranky, immediately, waste of ziliujin, but the kindness effect keeps it from coming out, at least. he's like a little pressure cooker of grump today and that little compulsion seems to be the lid on it.
setting that aside at least for the moment and trying to ignore it, molly's reaction is kind of charming, anyway, and it scatters some of those feelings a little further away.
dryly; ] Mine had to be store bought. [ no one has wings irl
but. after a beat. ] Do you want to try? [ and offers a hand. wanna go nyoom. ]
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[yeeting the crossbow immediately (probably annoyingly) because it's a simulation so, whomst cares and also, he has no idea what is actually being offered to try here but it definitely seems? exciting?]
Try what?
[he's already got his hands out. There was zero hesitation.]
[ goodbye crossbow. the marquis of order and chaos is actually orderly about anything related to his actual life as a soldier, but. again. pressure cooker of irritability. he shuts his eyes for a second to ignore it and let the kindness compulsion do its thing, and when he opens them again, molly's holding his hands out.
okay. well. he takes a step forward into his space, and kind of ducks under his arms so they come up to his shoulders, and then hooks an arm around his waist. ]
Don't let go, and mind your fingers. [ you will regret it very immensely if you don't
except not, because he's not gonna go that far, but. up close, his black iron armor is warm to the touch, warmer than gu yun ever is, and there's a soft hum to it as the machinery clicks, clicks, clicks into place, and then -
with a slightly louder hum and a rush of that purple energy across his shoulders, the metal wings of the iron armor flap, push out that same purplish steam, and gu yun glances up before they're taking flight. the push comes from the wings and from the heels of the suit of itself, very steampunk iron man, and despite the technology being ancient by modern standards, it sure as hell gets some lift.
[HELLO? How can anyone possibly be in a bad mood around this, this is one of the coolest things to happen so far in this place? And despite being told to watch his fingers he's immediately just trusting to be held onto and fist pumping this is truly SO EXCITING just
cursing a lot because he didn't actually expect to fucking fly
anyway. he mostly just doesn't want molly accidentally shoving his hands back there when he's trying to hold on and accidentally getting them chopped off by fast moving iron, so. even if it's a simulation please keep your fingers. his grip's sure enough that he can hoot and holler as much as he wants - there's that little twinge of grumpy irritation (what did he just say) but it. even that's hard pressed against molly's sheer and loud joy, and he cracks a smile for the first time since he woke up this morning, quiet and amused.
up they go! the simulation room's ceiling isn't that high, but, flying an iron armor is really easy, like clockwork, like being home. gu yun usually tends for cavalry, but there's something undeniably stress-relieving about being up in the air like this, where the world is as quiet as it is when he can't hear, and the view from here, still visible, even fake, is breathtaking. around them, faint purple steam drifts up into the sky like clouds in its own right, and the hissing stops as he reaches a comfortable altitude for a glide, a crow amongst the sky.
... okay, it's quiet, but it's not that quiet, because molly is yelling and swearing, so. there are the little, irritating things (the fact that he can't really take off, the fact that it doesn't feel quite right, that there's not nearly enough open space, the fact that he can barely see or hear and it's getting worse by the day) but, ultimately, it's another tiny moment of normalcy, and kindness and warmth, for a moment, wins out. gu yun huffs a laugh and adjusts his grip tighter around molly's waist, briefly adjusting his ziliujin output with his other hand before wrapping it around him, too. there's just a moment where a flicker of amusement passes his face as he looks up at him.
and then does a flip like an asshole, still holding on tight so he doesn't fall but also. yeet. ]
[mollys thoughts are something along the lines of THIS OWN THIS OWNS THIS OWNS THIS OWNS and if gu yun were a modern he might get the feeling that this is a person that would really fucking LOVE roller coasters or other thrill rides and feeling like you might die at any moment is a big part of the appeal of that
he has absolutely never flown before in a not-trapeze way in his entire life and is fucking gobsmacked by the concept, and he actually quiets the fuck down when they're just gliding - leaning out to look down at the (even fake) ground and kicking his feet (probably annoying) and then just fucking shrieks in joy at the spin - throwing both his hands out and not particularly caring if he's almost dropped or not. fuck it.]
[ i guess that's fond enough that it's allowed, apparently, even though it is definitely teasing. the kicky feets do in fact make it very hard to hold onto him for a second there, and gu yun makes a grumbly noise, but. it's hard to think when you're flipping around in the sky anyway, so he'll just do another flip to tell his brain to shut up. and then another, actually, pushing a little more ziliujin into the veins of the suit, leaving a trail of purple steam behind them as they just go zipping around in the fake sky for a bit. he ends up floating more or less on his back, the wings opening up a bit to pick up a draft in the room, still holding molly so he can look down at the world below.
and doesn't immediately drop him, but instead yeets him up into the air a bit to let gravity do its thing.
-- and then he's off like a shot, the iron armor letting off a burst of steam and noise as the wings cut through the air. he goes horizontal, first, out to the edge of the room, what feels like the edge of the world, right now, and then shoots back the direction he came like a missile. falling, falling, falling --
and then, maybe seven or eight feet from being a simulated molly pancake on the simulated ground, there's a flash of black, and gu yun snatches molly right out of his fall and shoots back upwards, both arms crossing tight around his back to hold him close. he's got to do a barrel roll to slow his momentum so they don't end up crashing into the artificial wall afterwards, but it ends with a spiraling trail of purple steam and the wings expanding overhead to catch the air and help them float smoothly back downwards, now vertical instead.
it's - he could've done that faster. probably could've handled it better. but it's been so long, and there's something inherently freeing, and - before he can really think about it, or any of the frustration he's been feeling all day, gu yun beams at him, smile a little shitty, pleased with himself, but exhilarated, too. ]
[this is probably the hottest thing to ever happen in his whole life
he is like straight up LOSING IT cackling, whooping when he's caught (because he just never expected to not be caught) and throwing his arms around his neck and just kissing him
not so much in a sexy way but the way you sort of just passionately kiss someone who has shown you a very good time and you are filled with enough adrenaline to kill a horse and the only way to express it is with smooches]
[ it would be kind of weird for it to be sexy (unless)
no, it's all just sort of - to use a fitting cliche, light as air. gu yun releases the vents in the wings to let them make an easy drift back towards the ground, letting the wind catch in the false feathers to keep them from plummeting. that was fun, more fun than anything he really lets himself do wearing one of these normally, so, he's feeling the thrill of adrenaline too, turning his head down just in time to just grin at molly.
and then, gu yun makes a soft noise when he's kissed, but it's -- laughter, muffled, quiet, the arm around his waist squeezing a little tighter, returning the enthusiastic kiss for as long as he can, before he's smiling and has to break it to laugh. there's still that bubbling, terrible feeling somewhere in the back of his mind (hissing, grumbling about what's the point of this anyway) but it's so easily locked over by the kindness effect, because this week has been fucking terrible, and doing something stupid and fun and full of adrenaline feels like an indulgence in its own right.
eventually, they're hovering a few inches off of the ground, and the wings rattle softly, letting out a last 'pshhhh' of steam. ]
Well, I wasn't going to drop you. Might now, though.
[ he says, not at all dropping him. congratulations on your princess carry! for once, gu yun is pretty warm - the armor hums softly even where they're standing, the noise quiet. ]
My humblest apologies. [ he's clearly not sorry at all and kindness week will not force him to say so! in fact the little grumpy part of him is a little pleased at being so very not sorry.
but he will allow molly to touch and check out the armor as he likes. it's pitch black in color, nearly reflectively shined, though this is definitely gu yun's set - there are tons of scratches and chips in the metal. it's been very well loved and very well used. ]
Think that's what I said to you when we first met. [ a little snort. ] I wouldn't say they're so normal back home, but, it's something. I do miss mine, quite a bit.
anyway there's a little pshhh sound as the mechanism in the back deactivates, and the metal folds back into the back of the armor, crisply putting the wings away, for now. ]
There's a big difference between a type of armor commissioned for my troops, and being asked to go drink all the liquor in the bar by someone who looks as though they've walked out of a fairy tale themselves! I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you, in all sorts of the word.
[ ... well. it's true.
anyway. ] Alright, enough of that, fall in love with your reflection in a mirror, not on my chest. [ he's going to go set molly down now onto his feet. ]
[back on his feet then! Still a bit entranced by his own reflection, but he's mostly moved on to just preening, fixing his hair and readjusting some of his jewelry - unhooking his hoop earrings from chains and danglies where they've gotten all out of sorts from being dropped.]
Yes, well, you certainly gave me a warm reception. Can't say there haven't been some bars I haven't been chased out of for looking like I do even at home.
It did give me a bit of a start at first. [ to say the least!!! he thought molly was some sort of illusion on first sight, honestly. ] But, I'd take you over the lauded sorts of donkey monks and politicians around Jiangbei near any day, so. Their loss.
[ the little jingly noises are usually very charming, but at the moment, they're kind of irritating. gu yun takes his attention away from it, though, instead going to start to unlatch the golden box of ziliujin at the back of his armor, reaching around to check the supply. it is fake, but the armor reacts real enough that he's running a bit low after all of that, so. it's much easier to busy himself with the armor than it is to continue to be a cranky little crockpot. ]
This place can likely dream up a suit for you to try on, if you'd like to try it on your own sometime. Doesn't usually come standard with a tail hole, though.
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observing.]
Good at that.
[also? very hot?]
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he goes to pull an arrow out of the target, taking some of the frustration out on wriggling it free, the motion a little more violent than usual. ]
...Something's been irritating me all day. Can't put my finger on it. [ It Is A Curse, actually, this stupid zodiac thing. gu yun's turn to be cursed and not know why. ] Figured I'd try and relieve some stress.
[ arrows are very, very good for that. ]
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[Molly just looks around for another bow, since this looks kind of fun actually. he knows how to use a bow (for some reason), just. doesn't like it that much. Mostly just plucking at the string for a moment.]
Look nice in the armor. Never bothered with it myself. Have to get to the blood and all that.
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in examining the bows, he'll find them to mostly be the normal fantasy grade ones, but, there are a few black iron crossbows with small golden boxes near the grip. the arrows that go with them look a little thicker and heftier (heh) than a normal bow, too!
gu yun seems to regard him for a second, and then glances down at himself. he misses his iron armor, a lot - being back in it feels like a second skin. ] I guess mine's supposed to keep my blood inside my body, with varying degrees of success.
[ inside blood ] The set's special, anyway.
[ give him a second - gu yun briefly moves the longbow down, and reaches for a notch on the side of the armor itself. there's a pshhh of lavender colored steam - a purple streak of energy whirls through a circular spot near the shoulders, and then, a pair of black iron wings pop out from the back. poof. ]
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[he'd been playing with one of those fancy crossbows and hefty bolts when the wings pop out - accidentally yanking the trigger and sending it rocketing off to a far corner of the simulation room - immediately distracted.]
Shite! [EXCITING?] Quite a look you've got there! Seems everyone's got secret wings these days except me! When do mine grow in . . . ?
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setting that aside at least for the moment and trying to ignore it, molly's reaction is kind of charming, anyway, and it scatters some of those feelings a little further away.
dryly; ] Mine had to be store bought. [ no one has wings irl
but. after a beat. ] Do you want to try? [ and offers a hand. wanna go nyoom. ]
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Try what?
[he's already got his hands out. There was zero hesitation.]
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okay. well. he takes a step forward into his space, and kind of ducks under his arms so they come up to his shoulders, and then hooks an arm around his waist. ]
Don't let go, and mind your fingers. [ you will regret it very immensely if you don't
except not, because he's not gonna go that far, but. up close, his black iron armor is warm to the touch, warmer than gu yun ever is, and there's a soft hum to it as the machinery clicks, clicks, clicks into place, and then -
with a slightly louder hum and a rush of that purple energy across his shoulders, the metal wings of the iron armor flap, push out that same purplish steam, and gu yun glances up before they're taking flight. the push comes from the wings and from the heels of the suit of itself, very steampunk iron man, and despite the technology being ancient by modern standards, it sure as hell gets some lift.
yeet time to fly a little ]
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cursing a lot because he didn't actually expect to fucking fly
literally
swept off his feet
wow]
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anyway. he mostly just doesn't want molly accidentally shoving his hands back there when he's trying to hold on and accidentally getting them chopped off by fast moving iron, so. even if it's a simulation please keep your fingers. his grip's sure enough that he can hoot and holler as much as he wants - there's that little twinge of grumpy irritation (what did he just say) but it. even that's hard pressed against molly's sheer and loud joy, and he cracks a smile for the first time since he woke up this morning, quiet and amused.
up they go! the simulation room's ceiling isn't that high, but, flying an iron armor is really easy, like clockwork, like being home. gu yun usually tends for cavalry, but there's something undeniably stress-relieving about being up in the air like this, where the world is as quiet as it is when he can't hear, and the view from here, still visible, even fake, is breathtaking. around them, faint purple steam drifts up into the sky like clouds in its own right, and the hissing stops as he reaches a comfortable altitude for a glide, a crow amongst the sky.
... okay, it's quiet, but it's not that quiet, because molly is yelling and swearing, so. there are the little, irritating things (the fact that he can't really take off, the fact that it doesn't feel quite right, that there's not nearly enough open space, the fact that he can barely see or hear and it's getting worse by the day) but, ultimately, it's another tiny moment of normalcy, and kindness and warmth, for a moment, wins out. gu yun huffs a laugh and adjusts his grip tighter around molly's waist, briefly adjusting his ziliujin output with his other hand before wrapping it around him, too. there's just a moment where a flicker of amusement passes his face as he looks up at him.
and then does a flip like an asshole, still holding on tight so he doesn't fall but also. yeet. ]
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he has absolutely never flown before in a not-trapeze way in his entire life and is fucking gobsmacked by the concept, and he actually quiets the fuck down when they're just gliding - leaning out to look down at the (even fake) ground and kicking his feet (probably annoying) and then just fucking shrieks in joy at the spin - throwing both his hands out and not particularly caring if he's almost dropped or not. fuck it.]
Holy shit! Again!
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[ i guess that's fond enough that it's allowed, apparently, even though it is definitely teasing. the kicky feets do in fact make it very hard to hold onto him for a second there, and gu yun makes a grumbly noise, but. it's hard to think when you're flipping around in the sky anyway, so he'll just do another flip to tell his brain to shut up. and then another, actually, pushing a little more ziliujin into the veins of the suit, leaving a trail of purple steam behind them as they just go zipping around in the fake sky for a bit. he ends up floating more or less on his back, the wings opening up a bit to pick up a draft in the room, still holding molly so he can look down at the world below.
... hmmm. ] Molly.
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If you're going to drop me, do it already!
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and doesn't immediately drop him, but instead yeets him up into the air a bit to let gravity do its thing.
-- and then he's off like a shot, the iron armor letting off a burst of steam and noise as the wings cut through the air. he goes horizontal, first, out to the edge of the room, what feels like the edge of the world, right now, and then shoots back the direction he came like a missile. falling, falling, falling --
and then, maybe seven or eight feet from being a simulated molly pancake on the simulated ground, there's a flash of black, and gu yun snatches molly right out of his fall and shoots back upwards, both arms crossing tight around his back to hold him close. he's got to do a barrel roll to slow his momentum so they don't end up crashing into the artificial wall afterwards, but it ends with a spiraling trail of purple steam and the wings expanding overhead to catch the air and help them float smoothly back downwards, now vertical instead.
it's - he could've done that faster. probably could've handled it better. but it's been so long, and there's something inherently freeing, and - before he can really think about it, or any of the frustration he's been feeling all day, gu yun beams at him, smile a little shitty, pleased with himself, but exhilarated, too. ]
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he is like straight up LOSING IT cackling, whooping when he's caught (because he just never expected to not be caught) and throwing his arms around his neck and just kissing him
not so much in a sexy way but the way you sort of just passionately kiss someone who has shown you a very good time and you are filled with enough adrenaline to kill a horse and the only way to express it is with smooches]
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no, it's all just sort of - to use a fitting cliche, light as air. gu yun releases the vents in the wings to let them make an easy drift back towards the ground, letting the wind catch in the false feathers to keep them from plummeting. that was fun, more fun than anything he really lets himself do wearing one of these normally, so, he's feeling the thrill of adrenaline too, turning his head down just in time to just grin at molly.
and then, gu yun makes a soft noise when he's kissed, but it's -- laughter, muffled, quiet, the arm around his waist squeezing a little tighter, returning the enthusiastic kiss for as long as he can, before he's smiling and has to break it to laugh. there's still that bubbling, terrible feeling somewhere in the back of his mind (hissing, grumbling about what's the point of this anyway) but it's so easily locked over by the kindness effect, because this week has been fucking terrible, and doing something stupid and fun and full of adrenaline feels like an indulgence in its own right.
eventually, they're hovering a few inches off of the ground, and the wings rattle softly, letting out a last 'pshhhh' of steam. ]
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Show off.
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Well, I wasn't going to drop you. Might now, though.
[ he says, not at all dropping him. congratulations on your princess carry! for once, gu yun is pretty warm - the armor hums softly even where they're standing, the noise quiet. ]
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[tapping his nails against the armor.]
It is very impressive. Never seen anything like it before.
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but he will allow molly to touch and check out the armor as he likes. it's pitch black in color, nearly reflectively shined, though this is definitely gu yun's set - there are tons of scratches and chips in the metal. it's been very well loved and very well used. ]
Think that's what I said to you when we first met. [ a little snort. ] I wouldn't say they're so normal back home, but, it's something. I do miss mine, quite a bit.
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[reflective . . .
molly is a bit absorbed by his own reflection if he can see it. bad.]
Funny, you've got all this, and one purple tiefling is a big shock.
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anyway there's a little pshhh sound as the mechanism in the back deactivates, and the metal folds back into the back of the armor, crisply putting the wings away, for now. ]
There's a big difference between a type of armor commissioned for my troops, and being asked to go drink all the liquor in the bar by someone who looks as though they've walked out of a fairy tale themselves! I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you, in all sorts of the word.
[ ... well. it's true.
anyway. ] Alright, enough of that, fall in love with your reflection in a mirror, not on my chest. [ he's going to go set molly down now onto his feet. ]
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Yes, well, you certainly gave me a warm reception. Can't say there haven't been some bars I haven't been chased out of for looking like I do even at home.
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[ the little jingly noises are usually very charming, but at the moment, they're kind of irritating. gu yun takes his attention away from it, though, instead going to start to unlatch the golden box of ziliujin at the back of his armor, reaching around to check the supply. it is fake, but the armor reacts real enough that he's running a bit low after all of that, so. it's much easier to busy himself with the armor than it is to continue to be a cranky little crockpot. ]
This place can likely dream up a suit for you to try on, if you'd like to try it on your own sometime. Doesn't usually come standard with a tail hole, though.
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[Just watching him fiddling with the stuff, going back to digging around in the various trinkets and toys laying around.]
Seems a bit cramped for me, honestly. Maybe later.
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