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prismatica : sample.
[ old as they might be, the distortions that space and time cause affects them not. the white guard might find melancholy in the difference between ancient china and a modernized world, but the black guard is not as affected to simplistic things. the both of them have explored prismatica as far as the eye could see; the different levels and how they appeal to them, which spot that suits one best than the other. they have never shared the same taste, nor had too many similarities — they're opposites in more ways than one, and it is no surprise that what appeals to xie bi'an is hardly the same as to what appeals to fan wujiu.
the black guard finds solace in level two the most; it's quiet and less crowded, somewhere he is allowed to listen to his thoughts alone. in this particularly rainy day, he takes over control to avoid unnecessary depression to his counterpart. their umbrella is held open and wide, fit for two but with only one underneath its protection, and he walks without any destination in mind.
it has been too long since either of them had such freedom, after all, far too long since they were allowed to walk anywhere outside the manor. they find perhaps even joy at taking in their surroundings without any purpose at all. but for all the solitude wujiu seeks, reminiscing in quietude with a long lost past, that self-reflection time comes to an end as he is approached by a prismal that has come to recognize his appearance for the many times he has walked the same road. ]
Oh my, you seem to have a bit of a solemn look on your face today. Days like these really are the worst, aren't they? So gloom... Level 2 really benefits much more from a sunny, bright day.
Rain is part of the cycle of nature, there's nothing gloom about it. The plants require as much sunshine as they do rain; we're the ones who started associating this weather to negative feelings.
[ and yet — it only takes a look at the sky above his umbrella, and the black guard sighs to himself, too quietly, almost as though giving up. ]
But, this place does suit brighter days. This rain won't last long. You don't have to worry so much every time it rains. The worst has already passed.
[ the prismal is left confused at those words, cryptic and almost as though they hadn't been directed at them at all. — they hadn't been, truth be told, but there is still some truth to them that could be directed at anyone willing to listen, willing to take his wisdom and opinion. ]
the black guard finds solace in level two the most; it's quiet and less crowded, somewhere he is allowed to listen to his thoughts alone. in this particularly rainy day, he takes over control to avoid unnecessary depression to his counterpart. their umbrella is held open and wide, fit for two but with only one underneath its protection, and he walks without any destination in mind.
it has been too long since either of them had such freedom, after all, far too long since they were allowed to walk anywhere outside the manor. they find perhaps even joy at taking in their surroundings without any purpose at all. but for all the solitude wujiu seeks, reminiscing in quietude with a long lost past, that self-reflection time comes to an end as he is approached by a prismal that has come to recognize his appearance for the many times he has walked the same road. ]
Oh my, you seem to have a bit of a solemn look on your face today. Days like these really are the worst, aren't they? So gloom... Level 2 really benefits much more from a sunny, bright day.
Rain is part of the cycle of nature, there's nothing gloom about it. The plants require as much sunshine as they do rain; we're the ones who started associating this weather to negative feelings.
[ and yet — it only takes a look at the sky above his umbrella, and the black guard sighs to himself, too quietly, almost as though giving up. ]
But, this place does suit brighter days. This rain won't last long. You don't have to worry so much every time it rains. The worst has already passed.
[ the prismal is left confused at those words, cryptic and almost as though they hadn't been directed at them at all. — they hadn't been, truth be told, but there is still some truth to them that could be directed at anyone willing to listen, willing to take his wisdom and opinion. ]