Shang Qinghua (
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February-March catch all
WHO: Shang Qinghua and you!
WHAT: Catch all!
WHEN: February through March, varies per thread
WHERE: Varies
WARNINGS:his sense of humor None so far, will update
WHAT: Catch all!
WHEN: February through March, varies per thread
WHERE: Varies
WARNINGS:
Horror Errands
At this point, they're not far from their destination anymore. Over the course of the 2-days journey Hijikata delivered plenty of information about the cold Segments flora, fauna, grotty weather conditions, and his various shitty experiences there. If Shang Qinghua had any positive inclinations towards the area, he probably doesn't anymore now, unless he's really determined to gather his own first impressions (well, this bird's eye view aside).
Right now, Hijikata is once again smoking on deck (by now, he must have gone through at least 3-4 packs of cigarettes... and he's not stressed at all; this is his casual quota). He points at a lone mountain a good distance away to the east.]
That's the Unnamed Mountain. I never made it there, but I vaguely heard that other people went. I should try to find out what the outcome of that was.
[And on his phone he goes, trying to squeeze the network for information as if he didn't always lurk hard enough to barely ever miss a post! But who knows, maybe the winter guild covertly updated their data base with new information? As the airship prepares for docking at the station, the announcement makes him look up from his research again after all.]
Ah... what's that thing we're delivering to the old woman, again?
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And honestly, the narration of the cold Segment's offerings kinda made him homesick for the Northern Desert. Maybe he should see if Mobei would want to go explore later. Maybe take out some of the sharks himself.
Ha. Like he'd actually work.]
Unnamed? Ha. Sounds like someone got lazy drawing the map.
[Not like him. He'd never have- okay, no, he probably had at least a dozen places with 'names lost to time.' Shush.]
Supposedly, food for her cat. But I've never seen a cat that eats bonemeal. Then again, I've never had a pet so who knows.
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I had that pair of little dinosaurs on the last word, but those only ate meat... the pokémon I've got now would probably eat bone meal if I mixed it into some other slop.
[Pet Owner of the Year, right here! The docking process makes the airship sway a little, but it's nothing compared to the blizzard they only managed to circumnavigate halfway on the first day of the journey.]
Make sure you've got all your stuff before we disembark. They'll keep anything you forget, but it'd suck if it were something you need in battle.
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[Well, it was good for plants, right? Shang Qinghua didn't know what kind of Pokémon his new friend had, but it probably wouldn't hurt. Calcium if nothing else.
Double checks his sleeves, shiny new bag of holding, and sword. Yep, that's all of it.]
Don't think I left anything. And sword and talismans are definitely accounted for.
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The disembarkment goes smoothly, and the old lady living in the station shows up to greet everyone. Predictably, she isn't content with just taking the delivieries off the travellers' hands but rather invites them into her home for tea and biscuits. Despite having come for the snow sharks, Hijikata isn't disinclined to a nice warm cup.]
We can't say no to that, huh? Thank you, ma'am.
[He can be polite!! Little do he and Shang Qinghua know that the combination of what they brought along and what the old lady already has at home will give them a whole other world of trouble...]
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When they got to the old lady's place, he had to resist the urge to kick Hijikata when he agreed tot he treats. Come on bro, weird little old lady living in the middle of nowhere offering you food? That never turned out well! Doesn't he read?! But no. And now Shang Qinghua has to agree too to keep from being rude. Even if his smile was a little strained.]
That'd be lovely, thank you.
[He accepted the tea they were given but didn't drink it, trying not to be obvious about the way he was eyeballing their host as the new ingredients were added.
And then the demon appeared.]
...I fucking knew it.
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Of course, that concern is swiftly forgotten when a whole-ass demon bursts forth from the combined ingredients.]
You've got to be shitting me!!
[As the old lady flees and hectically waves for her guests to follow her, the ghosts cats hiss and screech at the hellish newcomer, but it ignores them in favour of pursuing the humans. It's on!]
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And the ghosts cats aren't the worst, because he's seen weirder pets, but surely they should have been some kind of red flag?!
And Shang Qinghua feels absolutely no guilt about dropping his tea on the rug in order to grab his sword, giving the demon a smack with the sheath even before as he ducked with a yelp.]
Why didn't anyone tell me there were more demons here?!
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The demon responds to that smack with a nasty growl and a swipe of its large claw - good thing Shang Qinghua is good at ducking and running! Hijikata pulls him along with him, out of the old lady's home (the lady in question, surprisingly fast on her old legs, must already have hidden away somewhere).]
It's not from here, that's why! At least I don't think it is!
[It's goddamn cold back out on the airship station landing deck, but the demon apparently intends to warm the place up, summoning a dozen or so floating fireballs as soon as it exits the cramped indoors (honestly, isn't it considerate that it didn't reduce the old lady's home to ashes?).]
Shit. Are you fireproof?
[The demon doesn't wait for Shang Qinghua's answer before it starts its assault, forcing Hijikata to intercept the fireballs with a firewall of his own. Now it's really hot in the makeshift arena!]
You can exorcise it, right?!
[Or are they going to have to make it kill collaboration?]
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[He was the expert when it came to running and ducking! Shang Qinghua scrambled to keep up with the other man and avoid being pulled off his feet. He dug into his sleeves for blank talisman paper, having to forgo ink and biting a finger to quickly draw out a quick spell before throwing it at the demon.
It did the trick, but unfortunately the trick wasn't actually banishing it. Instead, the demon paused and wavered, like it'd gotten dizzy and lost sight of its prey. Also known as them. But it was already sniffing for them in a heartbeat.]
That's not going to last long. Can you keep it distracted while I seal it?
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Yeah! Leave it to me!
[He brandishes his sword, pointing it at the demon as it seems to refocus on them. (He has half a mind to summon some lightning, too, given that fire is unlikely to be effective, but out of consideration for his questmate decides for forego that. He's ready to play on hard mode!)]
Hey, asshole!! No one invited you here, so how about you go back to hell?
[The provocation, blatant as it is, does its job, and the demon roars at him as it spreads its large leathery wings, simultaneously summoning a weapon of its own: A military flail with a heavy-looking spiked metal ball attached to the handle by a likewise metal chain.]
Oh, great.
[Sure enough, it swings at him and, not intending to test just how much his invisible Aura shield can withstand, he deflects the weapon's course using telekinesis. The spiked ball hits the demon in the shoulder, and it hows in pain and fury before stepping forward for a faster and heftier strike.]
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Ducking down to try and keep himself as invisible as possible, Shang Qinghua drew up a batch of talisman papers, reminding himself to start keeping pens on him. And see if they could be used to channel qi. Because he didn't exactly have time to stop and grind ink when a surprise demon popped up to eat them.]
Try to keep it in the same spot, okay? I need to surround it!
[Which was why this kind of seal was usually done with more than one cultivator, but needs are!]
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Feb 15th - for Frozenpillar
And the holidays! Not that he exactly had anyone to celebrate Valentine's with, or had ever had anyone to celebrate it with, but there was one tradition he loved. After-holiday candy sales. In his first life, it'd been the time he could actually afford chocolates. And now? He took advantage to really get his money's worth, stepping into the house he shared with his king (which, weird) carrying two bulging bags of chocolates and humming.
Winter Jaws
Do you think the demon battle scared them off..? But we're far enough away from the station now.
[He stops to let his eyes wander over the white expanse.]
Or do we need to throw out some bait for them?
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[Is he joking? He's mostly joking. Maybe. Because the only other option he can think of is himself.]
Hm... don't suppose you know if these things jump very high, do you?
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[Keeping the demon in the required radius was already harder than any video game, like hell is he going to try that dance with a big-ass shark! Besides, he's very confident that his fire magic will make shorter work of it than the sealing would.]
Anyway, according to the guy who saw one first, they do jump, but hell if I know how high. Why?
[Why does he feel like Shang Qinghua is cooking up a game plan?]
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[Stabbing, slicing, burning, all the good methods.
He eyeballs the snow field, trying not to psych himself out of the idea.]
Well, you saw I'm a fast flyer...
[Does he want to be bait? No. Does he want the payout? Yes.]
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[Apparently, the plan is a done deal to him, because he immediately summons a fire bazooka. It may seem beyond redundant, given that he could just throw a fireball, but since elemental weapons come with the relevant properties, this will launch the missile with much greater speed and power!]
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[Might just also be eyeballing that bazooka a little jealously because it looks hella awesome.]
Here I go then. Be ready!
[And he stepped up onto his sword and set out, using the sheath to draw a line in the snow to get their attention as he flew.
It didn't take long for a fin to pop up following him.]
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Pull up!!
[Whether the cultivator has nerves of steel and makes it a gradual ascent or prefers to get out of the shark's range fast, it sure enough does jump for him! Its maws are wide open and definitely large enough to bite him in half, but hopefully he's fast enough to avoid that... and even if he wouldn't be, Hijikata's fire rocket impacts in its hind end and explodes right on time, ripping a decently sized hole into the creature's side between its tail- and back fin. It falls back down into the snow, where it trashes around.]
Can you finish it off and take a photo?
[Priorities! It's unclear to him if the shark is already in its death throes, or if this type is more resilient than its ocean-dwelling relatives.]
If not, come pick me up!
[Maybe he should've flown with him right away, but in fairness, it was a lot easier to get a steady aim on solid ground. With the shark incapacitated, he's confident that he'll manage from the flying sword!]
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And Hijikata wanted him to finish it? Ha!]
Coming!
[He swooped low, grabbing the other man to pull him up onto the sword. So maybe Shang Qinghua was a little stronger than he looked. And he kept a hand gripped in his friend's clothes to balance him.]
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Damn, it's tenacious!
[Thinking better of summoning an unwieldy fire bazooka on such a tightly packed ride, and realising that simple fireballs wouldn't have much impact through the layer of snow, he surrounds the shark with a generously measured ring of fire, turning up the heat to melt the thick blanket of snow. The fin stops, then turns, but there's unpleasant heat in all directions around it!
Hijikata keeps it up until there's a broad ring of snow-free rock around the shark, then dismisses the flames. With the heat dissipating, it finally swims onwards... only to plop out of the snow, land on the naked stone ground and, flopping and struggling, fall apart into pieces.]
...
Huh.
[Out comes his phone to take photos for the guild! (Yes, he'll use them as proof for Shang Qinghua too.)]
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Hey, least it's not throwing fireballs?
[He tipped his head as he looked down at the thing.]
Damn that's weird. Kinda reminds me of Tianlang-Jun...
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[At this point, very little would actually surprise him about Shang Qinghua's life anymore.]
Anyway, looks like our job here is--
[Another back fin cruises through the snow not too far ahead of them.]
Never mind.
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[And really, really didn't stick around to get to know his son's other dad, because he scares the shit out of him.
As for the shark fin, sighs and raises higher.]
We'd better get paid per.
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