[ he allows jing yuan to take it, and glances across the room instead. the bottle is mostly full, which makes his skin crawl. ]
It is called Tumbledust. An extract from an exotic flower named Yabruh. With just one drop, it's able to numb a patient's body during surgery, making them painless throughout the entire process. However... increase the dose or the potency, and it'll slow the metabolism, making the blood thin and resulting in the loss of all senses.
I'm sure you know much about borisin customs. They partake in a feast of bloodwine and flesh from their prisoners before battle. Knowing this, I drank the entire bottle I had on my person, and waited for Hoolay to be done with me.
[ he folds his arms. ]
It would have weakened him greatly in his fight against General Feixiao. I hoped to ensure her victory, at the cost of one life.
[ there's an unspoken sigh as jing yuan commits these details to memory. as he conjures, unbidden, the grisly scene of blood and sawteeth. ]
...And now you are here.
[ he cannot praise him, nor can he admonish him. jiaoqiu is cunning by half, but even moreso he is brave, and above all loyal. and for all the horror the situation calls for, there is gratitude as well. a true sense of debt, to go with an unthinkable sacrifice.
jing yuan takes a moment, before he continues, softly. ]
General Feixiao is our greatest warrior across the hexafleet.
[ jiaoqiu folds his arms, but jing yuan requests his hand again so he may return the vial. he folds jiaoqiu's fingers over it and lingers there, his grip warm and weighted over his hand. ]
...I imagine the only great loss she suffered, was you.
[ he takes the bottle, ears pinned back against his skull. ]
... She will survive without me.
[ but there's a weight to it. already, he misses her. he worries. he doesn't know if she survived. it's going to sit on his shoulders for all eight weeks that he is here, and even longer, should he not make it back. he doesn't pull away, either, when jing yuan lingers. jiaoqiu thinks the alliance has lost something more important than anything else in jing yuan being here, but he can't help be feel relief that at the very least, they're within each other's sight.
well. mostly.
his lips purse, and his jaw works for a moment, like he's fighting himself on something. ]
My vision is badly damaged. I can see, but not well. Up close, it is easier, but from far away, it's shapes and blurry colors. I will not be announcing this to anybody, and I'd like for you to keep it to yourself.
it is not a certain end for either of them, however, and jing yuan wouldn't be who he is without a tireless mind. if there is some nebulous way back, as they've been told, they will find it. he will exhaust every avenue to ensure they are able to return home, and it is reassuring to know jiaoqiu is someone who will do the very same.
there's a moment's pause, before he gives jiaoqiu's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
...I am sorry to hear it. I am no healer, but it is my hope there might be a cure to be found in a place such as this. [ miracles and all. ]
But in the meantime, I will exercise discretion. And I ask that you call upon me as you see fit.
that's more true than he really realized, up until this moment. the hand squeeze means that his shoulders slump just a bit, that his posture goes from rigid to just... very exhausted. he hasn't really dealt with any of the emotions of dying, perhaps unsurprisingly. he won't do it now, either. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally, voice a touch rough. ]
You can rely on me as well, General, as always.
[ this useless loser can still have a little bit of purpose. ]
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[ he allows jing yuan to take it, and glances across the room instead. the bottle is mostly full, which makes his skin crawl. ]
It is called Tumbledust. An extract from an exotic flower named Yabruh. With just one drop, it's able to numb a patient's body during surgery, making them painless throughout the entire process. However... increase the dose or the potency, and it'll slow the metabolism, making the blood thin and resulting in the loss of all senses.
I'm sure you know much about borisin customs. They partake in a feast of bloodwine and flesh from their prisoners before battle. Knowing this, I drank the entire bottle I had on my person, and waited for Hoolay to be done with me.
[ he folds his arms. ]
It would have weakened him greatly in his fight against General Feixiao. I hoped to ensure her victory, at the cost of one life.
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[ there's an unspoken sigh as jing yuan commits these details to memory. as he conjures, unbidden, the grisly scene of blood and sawteeth. ]
...And now you are here.
[ he cannot praise him, nor can he admonish him. jiaoqiu is cunning by half, but even moreso he is brave, and above all loyal. and for all the horror the situation calls for, there is gratitude as well. a true sense of debt, to go with an unthinkable sacrifice.
jing yuan takes a moment, before he continues, softly. ]
General Feixiao is our greatest warrior across the hexafleet.
[ jiaoqiu folds his arms, but jing yuan requests his hand again so he may return the vial. he folds jiaoqiu's fingers over it and lingers there, his grip warm and weighted over his hand. ]
...I imagine the only great loss she suffered, was you.
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... She will survive without me.
[ but there's a weight to it. already, he misses her. he worries. he doesn't know if she survived. it's going to sit on his shoulders for all eight weeks that he is here, and even longer, should he not make it back. he doesn't pull away, either, when jing yuan lingers. jiaoqiu thinks the alliance has lost something more important than anything else in jing yuan being here, but he can't help be feel relief that at the very least, they're within each other's sight.
well. mostly.
his lips purse, and his jaw works for a moment, like he's fighting himself on something. ]
My vision is badly damaged. I can see, but not well. Up close, it is easier, but from far away, it's shapes and blurry colors. I will not be announcing this to anybody, and I'd like for you to keep it to yourself.
... Please.
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[ and neither will you, goes unspoken.
it is not a certain end for either of them, however, and jing yuan wouldn't be who he is without a tireless mind. if there is some nebulous way back, as they've been told, they will find it. he will exhaust every avenue to ensure they are able to return home, and it is reassuring to know jiaoqiu is someone who will do the very same.
there's a moment's pause, before he gives jiaoqiu's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
...I am sorry to hear it. I am no healer, but it is my hope there might be a cure to be found in a place such as this. [ miracles and all. ]
But in the meantime, I will exercise discretion. And I ask that you call upon me as you see fit.
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that's more true than he really realized, up until this moment. the hand squeeze means that his shoulders slump just a bit, that his posture goes from rigid to just... very exhausted. he hasn't really dealt with any of the emotions of dying, perhaps unsurprisingly. he won't do it now, either. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally, voice a touch rough. ]
You can rely on me as well, General, as always.
[ this useless loser can still have a little bit of purpose. ]