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[open] if you got hunger for what you see

● WHO: Xiao Xingchen and anyone!
● WHAT: Event: Suggestive exploding plants and trying to rescue people while constantly horny. Also, some strange kinds of hydrangeas.
● WHEN: Throughout the week of the event
● WHERE: Around
● WARNINGS: Suggestive so far, will update as needed

I.

[Once Xiao Xingchen steps outside after the rain, he stares in wonder at all the colorful growth around.]

Heavens... it's so beautiful.

[Have years of blindness made it easier to appreciate sights like this? Or would everyone else feel this way? Regardless, he goes forth to investigate, not expecting anything strange.

Still, he always has his sword at the ready in this strange place.]

a.

[One of the plants he approaches is what resembles several bushes of hydrangeas. Their colors fade and change between blue, pink, and purple between all the bunches, as if someone is swirling paint around with a stroke of a brush. The bright rays of the sun make the raindrops collected on the petals practically shimmer, and Xiao Xingchen can only want to investigate closer.

The longer he stands near them, the more everything feels pleasant, as if moving through a dream.

When he notices around person near, he takes a step to be closer to them.]

Aren't these beautiful? Ah, I hope for people to never take their sight for granted. I would never have been able to see these without eyes.

[These hydrangeas have the effect of making a person rather sedate, possibly more happy and less restrained in both actions and words.]

b.

[When he picks a bright red fruit in a tree, his first thought is - that if it is edible - either Song Lan or he can perhaps have it in place of the rations. But wait, when he looks at the fruit, and feels it in his hand... doesn't it somewhat resemble a--

Filled with a sudden and profound embarrassment, his grip around the fruit suddenly tightens, resulting in a massive burst.]

Ah!

[At least he'd closed his eyes just in time. But now the white, sticky insides of the plant have covered his face. Worse still, his mouth was open, and some of it is on his tongue! (At least it doesn't taste too bad.)

For the moment, he'll just be trying to wipe it off, quietly grateful that it at least isn't harmful. Hopefully he can wash his face after this.]

c.

[Ready to rescue a figure in distress, Xiao Xingchen takes out his sword, Shuanghua, and slices through the vines that reach out to entrap him too. Years of night hunting - while blind, even - make challenges like this effortless.

However, he soon has a problem.

As he looks at the person caught in the vines, the ever-present aphro in his system compels him to have other ideas-- ideas he could not dare to entertain!]

Sorry, please just allow me to... get that for you.

[As he keeps his gaze averted, he tries to pull at the vines without touching the person tangled up in them.]

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Hydrangeas make for bulky crowns. When they settle on the young man's head, it's a gentle storm of scent and textures, the woven stems settling around the crown of his head as if it were fitted to exaction.

Or a certain someone just had that much time on his hand that twisting flowers into ornaments is the closest thing to productivity for lack of something meaningful to do. There are faint imprints on his fingers from toying with the plants for too long, and soft grass stains and damp patches on his legs and knees.

"I knew the blue would look best!" as soon as the words leave his mouth, the color flutters along the rim of the crown to a more vivid purple. The frown on Shi Qingxuan's face lasts momentarily before he breaks into his customary, unassuming grin.

"Guess you can pull off every color, daozhang, with a pretty face like that."

He's armed with no small amount of different crowns, and yet the bushes around them aren't lacking for more blossoms. Originally, Shi Qingxuan has had marched out of his shelter for a purpose, but an hour or so of napping in the sun and plucking flowers have thoroughly cured him of the presumption of being useful.

Xiao Xingchen blinks as he faces the source of the voice he hears, and he briefly takes in his appearance.

The carefree individual gives off such an infectious atmosphere that he finds himself taking the smallest of steps closer. Perhaps he'd also set out for a reason - specifically, to nullify threats and retrieve any supplies - but this looks like a much more pleasant way to spend his time. No sooner than he even entertains the thought of approaching is he addressed.

His hand rises to his mouth and he laughs behind his sleeve, lowering his gaze to one of the other, unworn crowns.

"You're far too kind, really. But I'm certain that you're wearing it better than I would. Blue and purple both look very lovely on you."

Now that he's sighted again, it's as embarrassing to praise for appearance as it is to be praised!

"Trust a good looking guy to know how to give a good compliment!"

Is he referring to himself or to the young cultivator? Shi Qingxuan, more or less, is perpetually in a pleasant state of mind, never mind one he's been lulled into by virtue of soothing flora and fauna. He's never one to keep up his guard unless through some conscious efforts, but past sensing a benign life force blooming under the skin of the stranger, he doesn't make a move to investigate further.

He's come here for something, and now everything else is vastly more attractive than his original purpose that has already slipped his mind. And most attractive of all is his new friend, he's decided.

Speaking of which.

"You're human, aren't you?"

It's not the question set to be asked naturally and spontaneously when making someone's acquaintances, but for some reason, Shi Qingxuan's fluffy brain feels even fuzzier than usual, taking down the already flimsy brain to mouth filter he has in place.

Xiao Xingchen considers that for a moment. Perhaps hearing such compliments - whether he pays them any mind or not - makes it easier to call upon their memory when thinking of one for another person. But he figures more likely:

"You flatter too much."

Perhaps a bit of charm already goes a long way with Xiao Xingchen, but while his whole head also feels full of bright and colorful flowers, this person might be the most entertaining and fascinating person he's ever known.

But at the question, Xiao Xingchen's brows raise, and his mouth opens without words at first.

"Oh, um-- yes. I am human. Are... are you?"

The answer likely makes it sound as if he's questioning himself, despite being certain about being human! He's fairly sure. It's entirely possible that something strange happened after being brought to this place, where the impossible constantly happens.

"I do, I do!" Guilty as charged, but who can resist an exceptionally beautiful face? The compliments come all too easily.

Shi Qingxuan settles on the damp grass, fingers intent on unraveling the careful twists in his lap. Should he make a necklace, instead? He can't help but congratulate himself on not using the "m" word around humans--hey can get rather odd about their own mortality--it slips his mind that asking someone whether they are human isn't quite in the realm of polite or discreet conversation either.

"Hah! I haven't been human for quite a while," comes the too cheerful answer just as discretion flies out the window. The Wind Master has never been stickler for the rules, but he normally took more care around humans, even if they were cultivators.

There's a light of mischief in his eyes as he divulges this with the joy of someone spilling a secret they were reprimanded into guarding.

"But I could feel your qi all the way from... Quite far away! You're practically glowing-- but that's not why I wanted to talk to you. You're just too pretty to ignore!"

At this point it's clear he's getting his points and priorities mixed up, even as the order makes perfect sense in his head.

"An immortal?"

Xiao Xingchen kneels down on the ground next to the other man here, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest for being so casual, but the surrounding atmosphere smooths every negative feeling.

"Ah, please excuse me. It's only that you are rather different from the only other immortal I've known."

After leaving his shifu's mountain, he hadn't known any others. Of course, he hadn't had much experience with the cultivation world before retreating from it-- but in a state like this, only warm, pleasant nostalgia about the past filters through.

The surprise and curiosity even override his reaction to more of the effusive compliments. Still, that does have to do with his surprise.

"In particular, you're much more... lively."

It's only half the truth, and not quite a lie if he omits everything else. Even that, he's not in the habit of announcing to the world, donning Daoist robes whenever he's in the company of humans. It doesn't prepare him for this instance of sincere deference, and Shi Qingxuan isn't one to take non-threats so seriously.

The flowers are too heavy for their joined stems, the knots unraveling halfway onto taking the shape of a necklace in his hands.

"Ah, I ascended early! I suppose life never really got to me before I followed in my older brother's footsteps--now he's a proper immortal, moreso than silly old me, haha. Maybe it's different when you get the chance to grow wise and knowing, first!"

His grin eclipses the sun in its brightness. He knows he's a frivolous creature, and the polite wordings of his new friend do little to cause offense.

Awe fills Xiao Xingchen's eyes, though he glances down at the flowers with a quite, thoughtful hum.

"Ah, well. Wise and knowing might be for some people, but for it to be everyone's goal might make everyone rather dull."

Even without the pleasant haze around his head, he finds those who speak and act differently from the usual cultivator quite entertaining. Like a charming friend of his who has a way with words. Cultivating for cultivation's sake, acquiring knowledge just to use it for oneself-- foolish and charging into the unknown is more Xiao Xingchen's style, anyway!

"I can assure you that you're definitely the most charming immortal that I've ever met."

He faintly feels the need to apologize to Baoshan Sanren for the statement, regardless of how true it is.

There's an echo of an old friend in him, the pauper prince, that eases warmth into Shi Qingxuan's veins like honey. The Wind Master has never been one to stand on ceremony, even if he's known this young man for the grand period of ten minutes. Shifting on his knees behind him, he takes the fall of the cultivator's long dark hair into his lap, fingers folding the tresses into a thick braid with the deftness of someone used to beautiful things.

He might have asked for permission under different circumstances, but that was a slim possibility.

"I bet you say that to all the immortals you meet," he parts the flowers too bulky for a proper garland next, twisting the stems to hook between the dark strands, "Well, you're definitely the prettiest cultivator I've ever met, and I used to be one!"

Then again, there is no comparing this young man to the drunken lot he used to study with.

With a light laugh, Xiao Xingchen leans into the touch, tilting his head back just slightly as if showing assent that was never asked for. Whether Shi Qingxuan asked for permission or not, Xiao Xingchen would likely have allowed this.

"I would say that that can't be right, but I admit I haven't seen too many cultivators in my life. So I don't have much say in that."

Not that he pays too much attention to matters like that, but even if he did, how could he judge? He sighs as he watches the clouds above them.

"I didn't have the chance to see much of the world, before I couldn't see at all. This place restored my vision when I was brought here."

Every word sounds cavalier about the situation, no matter how painful it would be to dredge up these memories without the influence of something on his mind. Right now, however, they're having friendly chatter and it merely feels like something relevant to the subject!

"A regular hermit, were you, now?"

His hands reach for another pick of hydrangea, another round of weaving flowers through that thick braid. Shi Qingxuan has spent years waiting dutifully at the bottom of the mountain while his brother honed his cultivation, but his brother has always, faithfully, come down. He couldn't fathom being sequestered away from the world and never had the patience and resolution for it. Even as a disciple, Shi Qingxuan's weeks were punctuated with irrevernt trips to the nearby towns with his fellow young cultivators. But he was an adolescent, then.

It seems as his new friend has only had a meager number of years to live out his youth.

"You're lucky," he confesses, and perhaps it's hardly his place to make the judgment at all from the little he knows, "You got a second chance, and now you get to see a whole brand new world. Isn't that wonderful? I mean, it's pretty weird so far, and there's some stuff I wish I could unsee, don't get me wrong! But I bet it's still more exciting than wherever you were, before."

"Ah, something like that..."

Going on about his life since living on a celestial mountain, the whirlwind year when he left it and went to right wrongs with a good friend by his side, leading to his unfortunate entanglement... it would bore his new friend to go on about it in detail. Though he misses his peaceful life in the coffin house, his thoughts are forced away from dwelling on it for long.

"I definitely understand with wanting to unsee certain things," he says, also in a light tone that contrasts with his actual thoughts on what these certain sights were. "But you're right. Few ever have a second chance, so I shouldn't squander it."

Many figures from his past being here makes it unlikely that it'll be a fresh start. Still, in this mood, anything feels possible.

"At least, perhaps I can do what I never thought of before. If there's no need to night hunt here, and we have to provide for ourselves in... particular ways, then I'm unsure what I should do with all the hours of the day."

Where does he even begin?

It's fascinating in the same way seeing a beautiful bird stepping outside a gilded cage... Or civil heavenly official finally set free from bureaucracy and paperwork. Both are unprepared for the more mundane parts of living, if anything.

"Who knows when you'll get another chance like this? I know, we should play a game!" And what better way to round up everything a healthy young man should check off his New Life List? Shi Qingxuan ties off the end of the braid with a flourish before scrambling to sit before his new friend.

"I'll list everything I've never gotten to-- wait, we need wine for this. Never mind."

His fine eyebrows furrowed, but only momentarily before mischief shone in his eyes once more.

"Tell me one thing you've always wanted to do, and then I can tell you all about making it happen, if I've ever done it myself."

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