[ hello fellow suitemates, how are you adjusting to all of this? hopefully well? maybe poorly? (angelo certainly made a scene but it's okay. we'll forgive him—probably.) either way, it's okay; this particular suitemate here is adjusting as well as anyone can be and will greet you when you pass by the sitting room with a little wave.
feel free to try to evade or ignore him if you wish, he won't give chase (probably), but for anyone who doesn't—sabo will just have a few questions. nothing nefarious! he just wants to know what kind of people he'll be staying with. ]
This witch is certainly a character, aren't they?
[ a brief chuckle. ]
I'd go about introducing myself but it seems like they took the fun of that.
[ praise be to all of us who are fortunate enough that he has. as for his introduction? well. sabo will simply just laugh and then proceed to tip his hat at him with the smallest bow. ]
Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Angelo Sauper; I'm Sabo.
[ because this is incredibly important for later: ]
Do you want me to use your full title the entire time we find ourselves here?
[ he'll have a bit of a laugh on the matter of listening to his own voice. isn't he the opposite depending on the situation. ]
I don't mind a bit of small talk but I'll leave the talking to people who really enjoy it.
So, Lt. Angelo it'll be. [ oh how unfortunate(?) for angelo that sabo might end up giving him weird nicknames because of this.... ] I hope we'll get along for however long it ends up being.
jinx is walking by with a whole collection of paint and other things she's yoinked from the workshop piled up in her hands... not stopping completely when sabo calls out to her, but not quite ignoring him, either.
there's a little period where she pauses, adjusts her hold on the mess of things she's holding, and gives him a glance. then she shrugs... and dumps her entire collection on the floor. sabo's getting a paintbrush thrown in his general direction once she finishes rummaging around the pile to find one. ]
Eh, not like we can't take the fun back. Got a wall you like? A chair that catches your eye, that you wanna call dibs on? Paint your name on it, Roomie!
[ he'll patiently wait for her to respond (or not respond) to him, but is very happy with her choice even if it means that she's throwing a paintbrush his way. which, he'll catch rather effortlessly and give it a few flips in his hand as he listens to the rest of what she says. a part of him wishes that he offered some help but it looks like she's clearly fine.
as for the demands? it's fine. he's going to have a bit of a laugh. ]
Does it have to be my name?
[ clearly he's consenting to this. ]
What if I used a stand-in—like a symbol or emblem? Would that be okay?
[ now that's an interesting take on a more familiar saying, but she's free to stare all she likes! sabo won't mind it and instead will just take it all in strides. perhaps a bit too much so? ]
How generous of you.
[ he has one more question before he's more than happy to go paint things around the room. ]
Have you already staked your claim on anywhere? I'd hate to already start trouble.
[ hello fellow suitemate! honestly at first he didn't even realize someone was trying to get his attention so he's like, half out the door before he hears that chuckle, but after it he realizes.
oh.
this guy might be talking to him. he jogs back, staring blankly at the blond for all of two seconds—and then his eyes land on that scar...
...
......
that seems like the kind of thing someone probably shouldn't ask about, but he kind of wants to ask about it... ]
Is introducing yourself supposed to be fun? I hear more people yelling my name than I say it myself, so I don't know. [ well, he can say it now? he guesses. ] I'm Chu Wenshan. They say blood flows like rivers wherever I go, and I'm fourth in the Jianghu rankings.
[ don't think the scar staring goes unnoticed, but it's hardly the first time that people have stared at it and it won't be the last time people will stare at it so there's nothing to be said.
what is to be said is about that introduction that he provides because wow??? though as concerning as that might be sabo's more interested than anything. ]
"Blood flows like rivers"? [ he hums softly, but without any sort of judgement. ] That's certainly a reputation that you have.
[ ...ah. that's actually a very good question. a better one than he would've come up with on his own (this guy is smart, chu wenshan decides absently), even after hearing it a couple of times. it's always lone swordsman this, lone swordsman that, blood flows like rivers, etc..
his hand raises to his chin and he stares off thoughtfully—or at least as thoughtfully as his face can get. when he speaks, his voice is a little slow, as if he's still contemplating. ]
I don't know. [ taken literally? no, but even he recognizes that it's a metaphor of some kind. ] I don't know if I was that kind of ruthless person before, but if people attacked me, I must've attacked them back.
People are still attacking me, but I haven't killed any of them. So that must mean the answer is no.
[ sabo's patient and will be fine waiting for him chu wenshan to find his answer, and it's a probably a good thing that he does as the one he gets is...interesting. rather, it's interesting of how he goes about answering it. there seems to be a level of disconnect between the thoughts.
he crosses his arms as he replays the answer in his head. ]
It must be tough having people attacking you but, what did you mean by you "must've attacked them back"?
I guess it was. [ or, maybe not? it isn't like he remembers. but, this guy must be pretty kind to say something like it's tough having people attack you. kind and smart... that's a good combination.
though, did he say something weird there? chu wenshan's hand lifts, rubbing the back of his head slowly. mr. ou is usually on his case about not using his words, or not speaking clearly, so maybe he misspoke again. only, he isn't sure what this guy is actually asking... ]
When someone attacks me now, my body reacts before I can think. [ okay, well. to be fair, he does have time to think sometimes. he just doesn't. ] I figure it was the same before, too.
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wk 1; monday
feel free to try to evade or ignore him if you wish, he won't give chase (probably), but for anyone who doesn't—sabo will just have a few questions. nothing nefarious! he just wants to know what kind of people he'll be staying with. ]
This witch is certainly a character, aren't they?
[ a brief chuckle. ]
I'd go about introducing myself but it seems like they took the fun of that.
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Might as well repeat it on our own terms.
[ The whole profiles business feels terribly invasive.
So here it is. The full glory of his introduction: ]
Lieutenant Angelo Sauper, of Neo Zeon.
[ ... that's it. ]
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Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Angelo Sauper; I'm Sabo.
[ because this is incredibly important for later: ]
Do you want me to use your full title the entire time we find ourselves here?
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[ ... the idea that anybody would use the full title all the time is kind of ridiculous. ]
Lt. Angelo is fine.
[ And honestly, so is just Angelo, but he won't offer it now that he's been asked this way. ]
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I don't mind a bit of small talk but I'll leave the talking to people who really enjoy it.
So, Lt. Angelo it'll be. [ oh how unfortunate(?) for angelo that sabo might end up giving him weird nicknames because of this.... ] I hope we'll get along for however long it ends up being.
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[As matter of fact as anything.]
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[ he'll tip his at at him. ]
Do you mind if I ask how you've been handling things so far?
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I don't know. It's confusing. I guess we have to wait for Witch to explain....maybe he'll figure out how to get us back to where we belong.
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So he claims, but I wonder if that'll end up being the truth. Personally, I know I wouldn't be too happy if he couldn't.
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My little brother and some rather big changes that are about to happen in my world.
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[...]
What are the big changes?
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[ give him a moment to think about this. hmmm. ]
A change in leadership. [ ... ] Maybe.
Things are pretty tense right now.
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jinx is walking by with a whole collection of paint and other things she's yoinked from the workshop piled up in her hands... not stopping completely when sabo calls out to her, but not quite ignoring him, either.
there's a little period where she pauses, adjusts her hold on the mess of things she's holding, and gives him a glance. then she shrugs... and dumps her entire collection on the floor. sabo's getting a paintbrush thrown in his general direction once she finishes rummaging around the pile to find one. ]
Eh, not like we can't take the fun back. Got a wall you like? A chair that catches your eye, that you wanna call dibs on? Paint your name on it, Roomie!
[ did she ask anyone about this?
no ]
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as for the demands? it's fine. he's going to have a bit of a laugh. ]
Does it have to be my name?
[ clearly he's consenting to this. ]
What if I used a stand-in—like a symbol or emblem? Would that be okay?
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symbol. uh huh. she grabs a paintbrush of her own and taps it on her shoulder. gives him a look up and down. raises an eyebrow. then: ]
Can't really judge a gun by the bullets it shoots out, huh?
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I'm not putting rules on this stuff, so if you want that to be your card, go nuts. Draw it alllll over one side of the room.
[ or like under one of the beds, where sousuke's chilling. he can stare at it, while he sleeps with his eyes open. ]
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How generous of you.
[ he has one more question before he's more than happy to go paint things around the room. ]
Have you already staked your claim on anywhere? I'd hate to already start trouble.
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oh.
this guy might be talking to him. he jogs back, staring blankly at the blond for all of two seconds—and then his eyes land on that scar...
...
......
that seems like the kind of thing someone probably shouldn't ask about, but he kind of wants to ask about it... ]
Is introducing yourself supposed to be fun? I hear more people yelling my name than I say it myself, so I don't know. [ well, he can say it now? he guesses. ] I'm Chu Wenshan. They say blood flows like rivers wherever I go, and I'm fourth in the Jianghu rankings.
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what is to be said is about that introduction that he provides because wow??? though as concerning as that might be sabo's more interested than anything. ]
"Blood flows like rivers"? [ he hums softly, but without any sort of judgement. ] That's certainly a reputation that you have.
Do you agree with what they have to say?
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his hand raises to his chin and he stares off thoughtfully—or at least as thoughtfully as his face can get. when he speaks, his voice is a little slow, as if he's still contemplating. ]
I don't know. [ taken literally? no, but even he recognizes that it's a metaphor of some kind. ] I don't know if I was that kind of ruthless person before, but if people attacked me, I must've attacked them back.
People are still attacking me, but I haven't killed any of them. So that must mean the answer is no.
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he crosses his arms as he replays the answer in his head. ]
It must be tough having people attacking you but, what did you mean by you "must've attacked them back"?
[ that's such a weird way of framing it. ]
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though, did he say something weird there? chu wenshan's hand lifts, rubbing the back of his head slowly. mr. ou is usually on his case about not using his words, or not speaking clearly, so maybe he misspoke again. only, he isn't sure what this guy is actually asking... ]
When someone attacks me now, my body reacts before I can think. [ okay, well. to be fair, he does have time to think sometimes. he just doesn't. ] I figure it was the same before, too.