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[getsomesleep]

[The words appear is the quick, delicate scrawl that characterizes Huo's writing when he's distracted. Long moments pass between sentences.]


This is very unusual.


And violent.


I'm reasonably sure that a feather fan can't do that.



Is anyone else in the Wilderness at the moment? I require some assistance.

-- 火

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[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

Of course. I will wait. [Huo nods, she is right after all. And he is cautious, but he has already decided to trust her, in the very act of revealing the mystery to her in the first place. Even if, speaking frankly, he feels a little bit relieved that she cannot read the unknown words. Their origin might be... unusual, but they are still his. He knows that. Somehow.

He can read the menu, but it means very little to him; instead, he follows her hands on the controls and tests his own until he also gets a response from the machine. The character portraits cause him to stop and stare: bar one or two, he can read none of the names. All of them smudge in the same way, though the faces they accompany are utterly unfamiliar. It's a lapse he cannot and does not attempt to hide. The machine seems to almost be mocking him.

Unwilling to be shaken, he ends up settling on the character that attracted his attention in the first place, the fan-wielding general with his loose hair and cunning eyes.] There is some resemblance, [he mutters again, studying the man's elaborate headgear and the yin-yang on his robes, before glancing at Mindelan.] But what is the purpose of the game?

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

[Min gets a hint of his displeasure, but politely pretends that she hasn't seen it.]

The same as any of them, I'd guess. Probably not any kind of training, but amusement. [She has little idea about what she's doing, but it's an arcade game. Things will work out tolerably as long as she doesn't accidentally select "quit".]