[HE IS ABSOLUTELY ONE and he deserves the gremlin company. Wei Wuxian just laughs, in the meantime...]
Doesn't it? That's probably exactly what he would say! [Though he's scootin on off the couch a second later to mosey toward the kitchenette next to them instead.]
--While you're here, want anything to drink? I'd ask to have a look at you, but I don't think I started off setting the mood very well, haha.
Oh, don't be picky! A drink is a drink - it's not here to look pretty or taste like you spent your life's savings on it.
[WAVING A HAND... But as he's rummaging around in the cupboards, pushing aside cups to look for the bottles he nabbed, he spots something out of place in the back...
And he's reaching for it before his brain can catch up.]
Wait, hold on—!!
[NOOO-- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. The jar turns to dust, the barrier shoots up! They are... Trapped.
There are a lot of strong emotions here that the people on this boat would be hard-pressed to associate with Wei Wuxian. Through his eyes, Chuuya will experience a viciously self-satisfied smugness - a toothy, primal delight. I told you, didn't I? You deserve this. You deserve worse. Serves you right. This is what you asked for, and I don't break my promises.
He revels in the bloodbath, in the sickly green flames that light up his battlefield and the stench of the undead as wave upon wave of corpses stand still and ready for his orders. They've already drenched the ground in blood, but he isn't sated just yet. There are two who must die, absolutely must. And no matter how horrific the sights grow before him, no matter what he does to them, there's not a single shred of hesitation or regret. Just the sharp and bitter satisfaction of a hunger for vengeance being sated.]
[his eyes widen at that, and while he's caught up in the memory... he can't help but note how similar something like this feels. it's like corruption, he thinks. the satisfaction at causing that destruction, the satisfaction he himself sometimes felt at looking on what he'd done and knowing how thoroughly the enemy was eliminated. how it felt to let that power course through him.
he has to take a moment to catch his breath after that, shaking his head to try to clear it... but in the same moment, it all starts over again.
In this scene, Chuuya's walking with another boy, brown-haired and bandaged, wearing a black coat-- Dazai, according to his memory-- as they approach a strange, jeweled room in an otherwise wrecked-looking space. A white-haired man sits inside, idly rifling through jewels, dropping them one by one as he repeats a chant-- it'll be mine. It won't be mine. It'll be mine...
"Those jewels are all real... he could have made a woman very happy," Dazai sighs, as the man continues his ritual and ignores the two of them.
"It's not much fun seeing these readings come true," he murmurs to himself. "Starting an organization hasn't helped me get what I want..."
"Give me back my friends," Chuuya growls, and the man finally looks up.
"Welcome, boring guest," he says, monotone. "I don't expect you to give me what I desire. Die now, as they did." A fog rises around his feet as he stands, and multiple bodies come into view behind him. "All your friends killed themselves. Boring people are boring, even in death."
"You..."
The air around Chuuya shifts as he snarls out that word, anger spiking red-hot in him as the red glow of his ability surrounds himself... but it's more intense, the atmosphere around him oppressive with the weight of gravity, and something snaps loose within him. His power flares, strange red markings crawling over his skin, his own clothes unable to hold up as the sleeves rip free of his jacket. A harsh wind rages around him as he addresses Dazai:
"Don't stop me."
"Oh, dear. Corruption, huh?" Dazai steps back, but he looks and sounds completely unconcerned; Chuuya doesn't care. He's focused on the man ahead of him, his anger focused on one thing: killing him. Killing him, destroying him utterly and completely along with this entire building, along with whatever he can see, destroy kill destroy--
Most of his awareness slips away as he lets out a scream of rage, pain already beginning to set in as his body strains under his own unleashed power. The last thing he's aware of is the sound of an immense explosion.]
[Haha. Well, then. It really is familiar, isn't it?
The memory isn't his, and these friends aren't his, but he feels it as though they are and it sears through him as it happens, leaving him leaning heavily against the barrier, palms pressed to its surface - which means he stumbles as it disintegrates, hitting the counter instead. Ouch??
Not that he pays it any mind, since he's swinging around to face Chuuya a second later. It really is familiar - that well of something sick that pulses deep inside, that twists and bends and brings out all of the worst things tucked down within.
...Corruption, huh?]
—Did you survive that?
[CONSIDERING HOW MANY PEOPLE HERE ARE APPARENTLY EX-DEAD.]
[a shake of his head, there, as he folds his arms and leans back against the counter.]
That idiot I was with-- he can disable it before I die, but he's the only one.
[but he doesn't want to linger too long on that thought-- he'll pick up the nearest bottle of alcohol and decide it's good enough, finding a glass and pouring some. any port in emotional vulnerability!!]
...did you? Looked like you really did a number on them.
Wei Wuxian, for his part, starts shifting back into a more relaxed demeanor with a speed that perhaps isn't quite so surprising now. There's a little stiffness to it, though - like he's having trouble settling back into his usual rhythm.]
Good - good! I'm glad you survived. Sounds like quite a dangerous thing to be using, though... Especially if you're relying on someone else to keep you in check.
[Says a lot about Chuuya's relationship with the guy though, honestly. He'll fish out a glass of his own and hold his free hand out for the bottle. With a light laugh:]
Of course I survived that one, though I can guarantee you there are plenty who wish I hadn't, haha.
I only use it when it's necessary. We don't work together anymore, though.
[he takes a long drink from his glass at that, passing the bottle to wei wuxian. it's better than considering the implications of that-- because he's sure there will come a day when he's asked to use it and dazai won't be there.
as for wei wuxian's comment... he shrugs a shoulder.]
Well, it felt like they deserved it to me. Was it worth it?
[He'll pour himself a drink next, but he does glance up at Chuuya, as if considering whether or not to say something. Apparently he decides with "not" for now, setting the bottle on the counter between the two of them and pausing just long enough to take a healthy sip from his glass.]
—I can see why you would. That wasn't exactly pleasant, by any means.
[From the sensation of losing himself to the actual physical pain of it...
That said, while there are plenty of things he regrets from his past, supermurdering Wen Chao, Jiaojiao and Core-Melting Hand is definitely not among them. There's no hesitation or remorse - a little trace leftover, perhaps, of the person Chuuya had experienced in that memory.]
It was. I would have put them down a thousand times over if I didn't have other things to do, but killing a corpse isn't very satisfying, anyway.
It'd be a shitty way to get myself killed, that's for sure.
[another sip-- which effectively drains the glass, so he's just going to snag that bottle again to refill it.
after wei wuxian's answer, though, he huffs out a humorless little laugh.]
At that point it'd just be indulging yourself too much. What's the point if they don't feel it enough? [and with a little grin, no less sharp for how small an expression it is:] Whatever it was they did to make you go that far... I hope they regretted it before they died.
I'd hate to see you die in any way, but especially a gruesome one like that. [Said with the tiniest lilting note of sincerity... But no one needs gross sentiment in this house!! It's probably obvious by now that he has a stupid sentimental heart, anyway.]
I've been known to indulge a little too much. [Said with a light laugh, like they're discussing his penchant for downing alcohol rather than, y'know. Murder.]
But you're right, you're right. And I can only hope they did, too! I have a feeling they probably did? I was making good on a promise, after all.
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Doesn't it? That's probably exactly what he would say! [Though he's scootin on off the couch a second later to mosey toward the kitchenette next to them instead.]
--While you're here, want anything to drink? I'd ask to have a look at you, but I don't think I started off setting the mood very well, haha.
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[he's a top shelf only kind of bitch, okay.]
...but let's have a look. Maybe you've gotten a hold of something good recently.
[so he'll wander on over to join wei wuxian there, a critical eye turned toward whatever he might have out or be retrieving.]
ur lucky i spared u from the novel
[WAVING A HAND... But as he's rummaging around in the cupboards, pushing aside cups to look for the bottles he nabbed, he spots something out of place in the back...
And he's reaching for it before his brain can catch up.]
Wait, hold on—!!
[NOOO-- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. The jar turns to dust, the barrier shoots up! They are... Trapped.
And Chuuya gets to enjoy a nice little memory!
There are a lot of strong emotions here that the people on this boat would be hard-pressed to associate with Wei Wuxian. Through his eyes, Chuuya will experience a viciously self-satisfied smugness - a toothy, primal delight. I told you, didn't I? You deserve this. You deserve worse. Serves you right. This is what you asked for, and I don't break my promises.
He revels in the bloodbath, in the sickly green flames that light up his battlefield and the stench of the undead as wave upon wave of corpses stand still and ready for his orders. They've already drenched the ground in blood, but he isn't sated just yet. There are two who must die, absolutely must. And no matter how horrific the sights grow before him, no matter what he does to them, there's not a single shred of hesitation or regret. Just the sharp and bitter satisfaction of a hunger for vengeance being sated.]
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[his eyes widen at that, and while he's caught up in the memory... he can't help but note how similar something like this feels. it's like corruption, he thinks. the satisfaction at causing that destruction, the satisfaction he himself sometimes felt at looking on what he'd done and knowing how thoroughly the enemy was eliminated. how it felt to let that power course through him.
he has to take a moment to catch his breath after that, shaking his head to try to clear it... but in the same moment, it all starts over again.
In this scene, Chuuya's walking with another boy, brown-haired and bandaged, wearing a black coat-- Dazai, according to his memory-- as they approach a strange, jeweled room in an otherwise wrecked-looking space. A white-haired man sits inside, idly rifling through jewels, dropping them one by one as he repeats a chant-- it'll be mine. It won't be mine. It'll be mine...
"Those jewels are all real... he could have made a woman very happy," Dazai sighs, as the man continues his ritual and ignores the two of them.
"It's not much fun seeing these readings come true," he murmurs to himself. "Starting an organization hasn't helped me get what I want..."
"Give me back my friends," Chuuya growls, and the man finally looks up.
"Welcome, boring guest," he says, monotone. "I don't expect you to give me what I desire. Die now, as they did." A fog rises around his feet as he stands, and multiple bodies come into view behind him. "All your friends killed themselves. Boring people are boring, even in death."
"You..."
The air around Chuuya shifts as he snarls out that word, anger spiking red-hot in him as the red glow of his ability surrounds himself... but it's more intense, the atmosphere around him oppressive with the weight of gravity, and something snaps loose within him. His power flares, strange red markings crawling over his skin, his own clothes unable to hold up as the sleeves rip free of his jacket. A harsh wind rages around him as he addresses Dazai:
"Don't stop me."
"Oh, dear. Corruption, huh?" Dazai steps back, but he looks and sounds completely unconcerned; Chuuya doesn't care. He's focused on the man ahead of him, his anger focused on one thing: killing him. Killing him, destroying him utterly and completely along with this entire building, along with whatever he can see, destroy kill destroy--
Most of his awareness slips away as he lets out a scream of rage, pain already beginning to set in as his body strains under his own unleashed power. The last thing he's aware of is the sound of an immense explosion.]
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The memory isn't his, and these friends aren't his, but he feels it as though they are and it sears through him as it happens, leaving him leaning heavily against the barrier, palms pressed to its surface - which means he stumbles as it disintegrates, hitting the counter instead. Ouch??
Not that he pays it any mind, since he's swinging around to face Chuuya a second later. It really is familiar - that well of something sick that pulses deep inside, that twists and bends and brings out all of the worst things tucked down within.
...Corruption, huh?]
—Did you survive that?
[CONSIDERING HOW MANY PEOPLE HERE ARE APPARENTLY EX-DEAD.]
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[a shake of his head, there, as he folds his arms and leans back against the counter.]
That idiot I was with-- he can disable it before I die, but he's the only one.
[but he doesn't want to linger too long on that thought-- he'll pick up the nearest bottle of alcohol and decide it's good enough, finding a glass and pouring some. any port in emotional vulnerability!!]
...did you? Looked like you really did a number on them.
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Wei Wuxian, for his part, starts shifting back into a more relaxed demeanor with a speed that perhaps isn't quite so surprising now. There's a little stiffness to it, though - like he's having trouble settling back into his usual rhythm.]
Good - good! I'm glad you survived. Sounds like quite a dangerous thing to be using, though... Especially if you're relying on someone else to keep you in check.
[Says a lot about Chuuya's relationship with the guy though, honestly. He'll fish out a glass of his own and hold his free hand out for the bottle. With a light laugh:]
Of course I survived that one, though I can guarantee you there are plenty who wish I hadn't, haha.
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[he takes a long drink from his glass at that, passing the bottle to wei wuxian. it's better than considering the implications of that-- because he's sure there will come a day when he's asked to use it and dazai won't be there.
as for wei wuxian's comment... he shrugs a shoulder.]
Well, it felt like they deserved it to me. Was it worth it?
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—I can see why you would. That wasn't exactly pleasant, by any means.
[From the sensation of losing himself to the actual physical pain of it...
That said, while there are plenty of things he regrets from his past, supermurdering Wen Chao, Jiaojiao and Core-Melting Hand is definitely not among them. There's no hesitation or remorse - a little trace leftover, perhaps, of the person Chuuya had experienced in that memory.]
It was. I would have put them down a thousand times over if I didn't have other things to do, but killing a corpse isn't very satisfying, anyway.
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[another sip-- which effectively drains the glass, so he's just going to snag that bottle again to refill it.
after wei wuxian's answer, though, he huffs out a humorless little laugh.]
At that point it'd just be indulging yourself too much. What's the point if they don't feel it enough? [and with a little grin, no less sharp for how small an expression it is:] Whatever it was they did to make you go that far... I hope they regretted it before they died.
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I've been known to indulge a little too much. [Said with a light laugh, like they're discussing his penchant for downing alcohol rather than, y'know. Murder.]
But you're right, you're right. And I can only hope they did, too! I have a feeling they probably did? I was making good on a promise, after all.