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seasonsrpg2024-03-12 04:39 pm
wrotetheworld) wrote in seasonsrpg2024-03-12 04:39 pm
Lemming Shenanigans
WHO: Shang Qinghua and you
WHAT: Shenanigans and meeting new folk
WHEN: March, before the 4th wall event
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: None so far
His king could help him with most of his Winter abilities, but the one that neither of them had experimented much with was the whole turning into animals thing. Which was absolutely fascinating, and would have so come in handy back home. Especially for escaping.
Though if a certain someone he knew back home was there, he'd never have touched the lemming form. Because there was no way that Cucumber would ever have let him live it down. But, better to start small, right?
Frostreign
Since he couldn't exactly carry a sword and winter cloak as a lemming, Shang Qinghua had left both at home, meaning that there was one chilly rodent hurrying towards the teleportation node. At least he had fur like this! Course, being low to the ground in snow also made it hard to look where he was going, so the chances of barreling right into someone on the way was... well, not high, but high enough it seemed!
"Sorry!"
Blossomcrown - Park
Considering the various... career paths he'd had across two lives, could it really be any surprise that Shang Qinghua liked to people watch? The less noticable the better. And, it turned out, with some experimentation, lemming paws could indeed hold a tiny brush. Sure, he liked modern pens, but he'd used brush and ink for a lot longer than ballpoints!
So one blue-ribbon wearing lemming was sprawled on a sunny spot on a park bench, taking notes. And occasionally digging into a hammerspace purse for melon seeds. Because melon seeds are the best.
Lunch time
People watching could, surprisingly, build up an appetite. Considering that most cafes didn't really like rodents (magically transformated residents or otherwise) coming in to eat, Shang Qinghua finally changed back to human form. Mostly. The ears had stubbornly stuck around for now, twitching in every direction as he practically inhaled a bowl of noodles up at the bar.
Freeplay!
Have an idea? Give me a poke.
WHAT: Shenanigans and meeting new folk
WHEN: March, before the 4th wall event
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: None so far
His king could help him with most of his Winter abilities, but the one that neither of them had experimented much with was the whole turning into animals thing. Which was absolutely fascinating, and would have so come in handy back home. Especially for escaping.
Though if a certain someone he knew back home was there, he'd never have touched the lemming form. Because there was no way that Cucumber would ever have let him live it down. But, better to start small, right?
Frostreign
Since he couldn't exactly carry a sword and winter cloak as a lemming, Shang Qinghua had left both at home, meaning that there was one chilly rodent hurrying towards the teleportation node. At least he had fur like this! Course, being low to the ground in snow also made it hard to look where he was going, so the chances of barreling right into someone on the way was... well, not high, but high enough it seemed!
"Sorry!"
Blossomcrown - Park
Considering the various... career paths he'd had across two lives, could it really be any surprise that Shang Qinghua liked to people watch? The less noticable the better. And, it turned out, with some experimentation, lemming paws could indeed hold a tiny brush. Sure, he liked modern pens, but he'd used brush and ink for a lot longer than ballpoints!
So one blue-ribbon wearing lemming was sprawled on a sunny spot on a park bench, taking notes. And occasionally digging into a hammerspace purse for melon seeds. Because melon seeds are the best.
Lunch time
People watching could, surprisingly, build up an appetite. Considering that most cafes didn't really like rodents (magically transformated residents or otherwise) coming in to eat, Shang Qinghua finally changed back to human form. Mostly. The ears had stubbornly stuck around for now, twitching in every direction as he practically inhaled a bowl of noodles up at the bar.
Freeplay!
Have an idea? Give me a poke.
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"But will you?" Kaeya tilted his head, giving the other a toothy grin. "Can't get into the habit unless you start now. And you won't get better until you practice."
Albedo had to push Kaeya into embracing photography more, so he knew the feeling of being nervous to start a hobby that could potentially turn into something more.
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Sure, he was old for a human, but for an immortal master cultivator? Well, he'd met much older. Hell, he'd met older here.
"Just got to figure out what to write about."