Merriment 18 | Video

[mynameisallen]

[Allen had just finished training for the day. It wasn't like his usual workout as he was slowly working his way back to to that. He was still honestly tired after what happened even if he didn't do an awful lot beyond talking.

But to him talking can be just as exhausting and yet here he was with a smile on his face.]

Hello... So I don't normally talk on here much but I'm trying this new thing called... being open and it's been going well. Sort of.

[He has his moments.]

So I decided why don't we all try giving a fact or two about ourselves. They don't have to be super serious or anything. Just anything will do and we can talk.

I will go first with some facts:

One: Back home we had a situation where people became zombie like and so to deal with something... I hit on a male robot to get him to do it. It worked.
Two: I have a bone to pick with Cupid. They're an asshole and I don't like them.
Three: I've cheated pirates out of money. Like a lot of money.
And finally Four: I once stabbed myself with my own sword. I thought it wouldn't do anything... I was very very wrong.

[All rather odd facts about himself that he was comfortable with sharing. The smile till on his face.]

So whose going to be next if anyone.

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[jingyeets]

... Are we allowed to ask questions? Because I don't think I understood most of that...

( Is he. Supposed to share. Random facts. He crosses his arms and grimaces at the ICP. How is that going to make sense? )

[mynameisallen]

You are allowed to ask questions, yes.

[jingyeets]

Oh, good.

( he's ticking this off on fingers because... context? he didn't get enough of this out of their prior world, illusion life aside. )

What's a zombie? What's a robot? What's a cupid? Sea or river pirates? Also, your world has swords which won't cut their wielders?

( he's assuming there was more to that logic than "stabbing myself sounded like fun." )

[mynameisallen]

[These were all actually decent questions and ones he would have had at one point or another.]

Zombies are... how do I put this... Usually a person who has been infected with something and are no longer in control of themselves. There are exceptions to this, but thats the general type.

A robot is a machine that can do certain functions and usually are made to look human like. Not always the case however.

Cupid is just an asshole who likes to shoot people and make them fall in love with someone against their will.

Pirates are people who like treasure and usually commit some kind of crime or another. They also enjoy sailing on the open seas.

Finally, no technically we don't. It's just my sword that won't affect others when stabbed and will only affect certain people from my world.

[jingyeets]

... So you're one of the certain people who gets stabbed when your sword gets to stabbing?

( sounds like some kind of spiritual weapon, if he's honest. but after that deluge of information, he's not sure how much he actually has walked away with learning. it is not, however, failing to register that he's been spoken to on all of it. )

I... would say zombies sound like puppets from back home.

( if infection could be stated as what the curse was, the forcible invasion of resentment of the dead, the lost of control over a mind, the lucky cases recovering after treatments of months. most cases weren't lucky. most cases had died on blades of those who knew them, innocent of anything but what they'd been pulled into doing by the strings guiding them, metaphorically speaking. jingyi shudders, looking anything but happy at the idea. )

Thanks for answering all that, though—what the hell? Someone shoots people to make them fall in love with random other people?

( he sounds horrified.

... he's absolutely horrified by this. )

What kind of curse is that?!

[mynameisallen]

Unfortunately, yes and I forgot it included me at the time.

[AT the time he was dealing with a very high level Akuma it was probably a last second thought before he did it honestly.]

I guess puppet works, sort of. But puppets implies someone else is in control.

{Now you know how Allen felt after it all happened.]

Yes they do. As for what kind of curse I don't know. I just know it makes people fall in love with someone else. It's terrifying.

[jingyeets]

Must have been some kind of chaotic. Battles get that way.

( Jingyi shrugs, when it comes to the puppet thing. )

Others could be, but didn't have to be. Usually there were... ugh. Gross things involved if anyone was in control.

( With a wrinkled nose, he waves that off, but the look of disgust doesn't fade as the whole cursed to love thing offends him as a whole. For a guy from a clan that believes very wholly in One True Love, and that's it, the idea of being forcibly made to fall in love with anyone is... horrid. For both sides. )

When did it wear off? Did it?

[mynameisallen]

They do and when you are in them often they never change in how chaotic they can be.

[He nodded slightly slightly, listening and he figured he might as well answer the question.]

It thankfully did wear off.

[jingyeets]

Oh thank whatever.

( The problem being: look at recent illusion world occurrences. Autonomy being forcibly taken away and never returned is a possible Fear where never in his life beyond the things he knew could do that would he have worried before. )

Why were we on this... oh, right. Bonding. Was there... something you cared to know or not know?

( Though he pauses, holding up fingers to tick off facts about himself: )

I can come up with a few random ones. One, I'm a junior disciple in my sect, but I'm not the most junior generation. Two, I've been poisoned by corpse poison and then cured by intensely spicy congee, it was horrible. Three... ( a longer pause, thinking on what else to say offhand. ) Three, I've been rejected without ever confessing!

( he just looks amused by the end of this, but he figures it's a trade for the weird cupid horror thing? sure, it's that. )

[mynameisallen]

Wait... what is corpse poison exactly?

[Was it something from a corpse that you injected or something? That was his first honestly thought. And his mind then wondered just how that could be cured by something like really spicy congee.]

[jingyeets]

Ugh, it was a kind of poison made from the resentful dead, infused with some of what made people puppets back in the war... the kind we ran into was powdered, we inhaled it in the fog.

( None of that sounds good, but he has no great way to explain when it's kind of a nebulous thing none of them studied because it wasn't supposed to still exist. (Xue Yang, as it turned out, had it in spades. )

[mynameisallen]

That sounds... like a pretty dangerous thing then.

[Having something like that sounds like a terrifying thing.]

[jingyeets]

Oh, it was, though the cure happens to be easy enough if you catch it early. It's just glutinous rice, which doesn't need to be spicier than the sun is hot, but I only learned that later. Definitely made for an unforgettable lesson...

( he shudders in recollection. never, ever let wei wuxian manage the meals if one has any sensitivity to heat. )

[mynameisallen]

I don't think I've ever heard of that kind of rice before, but yeah for those who might not handle spice... doesn't sound nice.

[jingyeets]

It was like poison itself.

[mynameisallen]

That bad, huh?

[Though Allen is damn curious enough to want to try it. WHy? Because why not. If it's food he is at least curious unless it's got alcohol.]

At least you won't come across it here at least.

[jingyeets]

... You do know we have two Wei-shizhangs here on the train. This is like, most likely barely not happening any day blue team's on cooking duty.

[mynameisallen]

I don't actually know everyone whose on the train, so I didn't know. But I will keep that in mind.

[jingyeets]

Well yeah, who does? ... Does anyone, that'd be frightening. Anyway I get bored and read the passenger roster sometimes before complaining to the train, which—ooooh. That's why your name's familiar!

( HE'S GOT IT! way. later than he should have. )

Anyway, beware what he offers if there's any red in it at all, that's what I'm saying.

[mynameisallen]

I could think of at least one person who might try and talk to everyone. I always wonder if doing so is exhausting for them.

And yes my name would have been on the roster. I would be a stowaway if I wasn't. Though I have to wonder if that can actually happen.

[But he nodded slightly, it was his way of saying he understood and will keep an eye out.]