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i keep grasping in this world full of wrong
WHO: Wei Wuxian and Sampo Koski, Husk and Sampo Koski
WHERE: Inside Gil's Teapot / Ghost City
WHEN: Mid-End of June
WHAT: WWX and Sampo playing drinking games and getting to know each other. Husk and Sampo doing the sidequest that doesn't end in TOTAL disaster.
WARNINGS: Idiots being idiots
a. For Wei Wuxian
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[ it's terribly out of character for Sampo. Maybe it's because he's starting to adjust to the normality--to the idea of making bonds just for the sake of making bonds.
Or maybe it's an old habit to get as many contacts in his book as he can, for a rainy day.
He doesn't want to think about it too hard.
Because all that matters at the end of the day is the same thing that always matters: to have a good time. To keep the sound of laughter from getting too loud in his ears.
And honestly, getting to know both someone who's buddies with Noct and who had dealings with the Ghost King himself isn't a bad idea either.
Which is exactly why he invites Wei Wuxian over for a drink.
The instructions aren't difficult to follow. 'I'm a hard man to find on most days, but that's by design. Maybe we'll talk about why later. But for now, it's down brick alley, inside a stuffy looking antiques shop. a back room full of items marked display only, touch a teapot that seems a little out of place on the third shelf to the right.'
That's how Wei Wuxian finds himself inside the dimension inside the teapot--a beautiful dimension that always lingers at sunset...
And on the porch of the large mansion sits one blue-haired menace, already set out on a cute little sitting area on its wide, wooden porch with a plate of snacks, several bottles of liquor, and at least a dozen glasses.
He offers his new friend a grin. ]
Hey, look at that, ya made it.
Here I thought ya might get vexed with the riddle I sent ya. Or maybe our buddy Noct told you what kind of place this was, already?~
b. for Husk
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[ the ghost king definitely didn't have favorites nope not at all not one bit. Nevermind how happy Sampo looked when chowing down on cocktail shrimp and slices of cheese that definitely looked like they belonged on some fancy shelf at a high-line grocer or anything.
WHile they're walking to their destination; a small list of addresses tucked away inside Sampo's pocket--he's still popping a few of the pocketed shrimp into his mouth as he strides along with a smug look on his face.
...His feet don't make so much of a sound on the floor, despite the fact that he's nearly bouncing with every step. ]
Hey, come on now, how can you look so sour after THAT treatment? Bossman really knows how to set a table, right? And then there's you! I knew you Black Order types ran in some dark circles, but I had no idea you knew the bossman, too!
You must'a paid him visits while I was preoccupied or somethin'.
Maybe I'd have been a little less pokey towards you if I knew you were buddies with that guy. I owe him a lot, yanno?
[ in undertown, here, at least, he has fewer worries about being caught by the Order--even while walking side-by-side with one.
...while absolutely not wearing a face that's his own. But yet, despite his face looking like a certain Pokego Member's... his voice sure still is that of that terrible used car salesman...
WHERE: Inside Gil's Teapot / Ghost City
WHEN: Mid-End of June
WHAT: WWX and Sampo playing drinking games and getting to know each other. Husk and Sampo doing the sidequest that doesn't end in TOTAL disaster.
WARNINGS: Idiots being idiots
a. For Wei Wuxian
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[ it's terribly out of character for Sampo. Maybe it's because he's starting to adjust to the normality--to the idea of making bonds just for the sake of making bonds.
Or maybe it's an old habit to get as many contacts in his book as he can, for a rainy day.
He doesn't want to think about it too hard.
Because all that matters at the end of the day is the same thing that always matters: to have a good time. To keep the sound of laughter from getting too loud in his ears.
And honestly, getting to know both someone who's buddies with Noct and who had dealings with the Ghost King himself isn't a bad idea either.
Which is exactly why he invites Wei Wuxian over for a drink.
The instructions aren't difficult to follow. 'I'm a hard man to find on most days, but that's by design. Maybe we'll talk about why later. But for now, it's down brick alley, inside a stuffy looking antiques shop. a back room full of items marked display only, touch a teapot that seems a little out of place on the third shelf to the right.'
That's how Wei Wuxian finds himself inside the dimension inside the teapot--a beautiful dimension that always lingers at sunset...
And on the porch of the large mansion sits one blue-haired menace, already set out on a cute little sitting area on its wide, wooden porch with a plate of snacks, several bottles of liquor, and at least a dozen glasses.
He offers his new friend a grin. ]
Hey, look at that, ya made it.
Here I thought ya might get vexed with the riddle I sent ya. Or maybe our buddy Noct told you what kind of place this was, already?~
b. for Husk
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[ the ghost king definitely didn't have favorites nope not at all not one bit. Nevermind how happy Sampo looked when chowing down on cocktail shrimp and slices of cheese that definitely looked like they belonged on some fancy shelf at a high-line grocer or anything.
WHile they're walking to their destination; a small list of addresses tucked away inside Sampo's pocket--he's still popping a few of the pocketed shrimp into his mouth as he strides along with a smug look on his face.
...His feet don't make so much of a sound on the floor, despite the fact that he's nearly bouncing with every step. ]
Hey, come on now, how can you look so sour after THAT treatment? Bossman really knows how to set a table, right? And then there's you! I knew you Black Order types ran in some dark circles, but I had no idea you knew the bossman, too!
You must'a paid him visits while I was preoccupied or somethin'.
Maybe I'd have been a little less pokey towards you if I knew you were buddies with that guy. I owe him a lot, yanno?
[ in undertown, here, at least, he has fewer worries about being caught by the Order--even while walking side-by-side with one.
...while absolutely not wearing a face that's his own. But yet, despite his face looking like a certain Pokego Member's... his voice sure still is that of that terrible used car salesman...
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It is a marvel, though, to see such a massive realm in a tiny little teapot. He made a mental note to give one of these things a good study later given this was right up his research alley.
Sampo's grin is met with much the same as he approached with a wave.]
No way, that riddle was way too easy. And Noct didn't tell me anything about this place, that just makes it even more surprising.
Sorry for taking so long jfsldkjfsd life has been a 🚂
Hehe.
[ he does a little motion with his hands, before, gesturing towards the glasses he has set out with a grin. ]
But hey, does that mean you're good at riddles? Say something like that and you might catch strays from me to see exactly how good you are at them, hehe.
SQUIMSHES U
[God, two peas in a pod already, these two. He perks up at the liquor left for them and goes ahead to fill two glasses with something he knew was top quality.]
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Still that agony was quickly over with and they were headed off to do something decent for one of the scant few Husk considered a genuine friend. He absolutely is not bouncing. He walks along Sampo with his usual tired, heavy plod. ]
I'd rather have real fuckin' food instead of all that fancy bullshit.
[At the question, though, he raises his shoulders in a shrug. As always, he's guarded just how much he lets people know about him, it's a hard-earned habit from all his time in Order and his time in Hell before that. A good gambler never shows all his cards unless he knows he's won the game. Still, he doesn't hate Sampo, and he supposes the guy has earned a little truth from him. ]
I've known Hua Cheng for decades. I lost a bet against him once and instead of screwing me over he turned that loss into some fuckin' insane desire to keep me and Lapis safe, if we ever needed it. He's always been good to us, even when he never had any need to be.
[And he knows, he knows, should he ever need to run- should the Order finally decide to try and wipe him from this earth at long last, he could run to Ghost City. He would have a place of safety there without question- a fact that has taken Husk a long, long time to trust. But trust it he does. One of the few things he does trust. Husk's ears flick back, his wings ruffle, he's a little worried about what he might bring to his friend's doorstep if he and his family do have to run. But knowing he has somewhere is a weight off his shoulders. ]
So yeah, I get it. He's a good guy. He plays this big, mysterious edgelord role, but he genuinely gives a shit about people. [ Not that Husk knows what that's like at all, obviously.
The mask Sampo has chosen is... fucking weird, but his grating voice is still there and it means Husk can snort in light amusement. ] What? So if I wanted to get a break from your bullshit all I needed to do was take a picture of me and Hua Cheng being besties? Shit, the more you know, I guess.
Sorry for taking so long jfsldkjfsd life has been a 🚂
Let me guess, you're the sort of person who would prefer to go to an In n' Out rather than one of those sit down seven-course-meal places, huh.
[ he DOES give husk a funny look as he explains his connections to Hua Cheng, and his shoulders slowly slide up. ]
Seems about right. Bossman is a little coo-coo, you know? He does stuff on a whim, sometimes, and you can never guess what way he's going to go. While he gambles, no less!
[ he almost starts another line about how the man took him in even when he was at his lowest, but. he decides to handwave that for now; he doesn't want to think of anything so dire (especially at the risk at making the Laughter stir.) ]
And aw,come on, not all of the things I've done are Bullshit. I just gotta' have a little fun, you know? And you especially, I feel, deserve to have a little more to smile about.
...Come to think of it, I ain't ever seen you smile.
it's all okay, it happens!!! <3
Yes? I don't need my food to be fancy or served on silver platters where you gotta dress up to eat it. Just give me something quick and dirty so I can keep on doing more important shit.
[ "More important shit" is largely drinking, but still. He snorts in light amusement. ]
Yeah, he's good at that. He's missin' a lotta hinges, but not in a bad way, I guess. He coulda used all that power and influence of his to really screw people over. But he doesn't, no matter how he pretends otherwise.
[ Husk does not smile. Husk's face remains impassive as always. ]
I don't got a lot to smile about.