june catch-all

[mehanizovati]

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts in comments
What: june catch-all, some tdm prompts
When: june
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers



misc lab stuff and various fruits.

[viktor's lab in the willful machine is usually left unlocked when he's working inside. friends or acquaintances have likely been told they're welcome to stop by if they like, either to say hello or to get help with whatever a vaguely sketchy lab could handle. of course someone he doesn't know can just walk in too or knock. maybe there's a sudden downpour and that ajar door is tempting? go for it.

the lab has been slowly filling with all sorts of nonsense on the various tables- lasers! tasers! some weird machine hooked up to a blood gem? it is not unlikely to be walking by and hear some minor booming noise and either a curse in czech or a satisfied 'a-ha!' feel free to investigate.

this month there's something else too, a bowl full of fruit. all the fruits mentioned in the tdm in fact, there to be tested on though it looks more like they're just for guests if people are unaware there's some weird shit going on.]

Just a moment, make yourself at home. [he might say to guest. that would include eating some fruit, right? enjoy. probably not the raw lemon though, that's weird.]

[ooc; if you want to memshare i am game, my only hard limit on memories is no suicide stuff please. self sacrifice is fine! feel free to ask to make sure one is okay. if you'd like a viktor memory let me know any hard limits and what sort of memory you might prefer!]


gaze and time loops.

[having lungs mostly working for the moment is pretty great, in viktor's humble opinion. it means walking around the trench doesn't come with the risk of coughing up blood and attracting beasts and generally having a bad time, along with added perks like not getting so easily winded and going for longer. it also means he finds himself out longer than he usually would, which maybe isn't the best, as it turns out.

for example, making his way home through gaze and hearing the chilling cry of a beast, sighing and trying to make his way around what turns out to be the wrong corner. maybe that's where he sees your character before the snarling of a too close beast starts in earnest.

and then snap! they're both back about an hour, where they passed on the street. the look viktor gives is somewhere between resigned and 'fuck this, actually.'] There is a term for this. 'One of those days,' I think.



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Comments

[mehanizovati]

Viktor resists the urge to smile a little at that reaction- interesting. To him it seemed rather easy for a person to lose interest once character in a story became real and tangible, but if anything Shen Yuan's tone seemed to imply he perhaps grew more fond.

Of course then he grimaces because ugh. Yeah, keep that character the hell away from kids. "It sounds as though that was part of the plot, one way or another. Breaking this man down with tragedy and trauma until he snapped and commits atrocities in catharsis for the reader.

"What I don't understand is why involve you. Is it some test to see if changing these base elements would lead to the same tragedies?"

[xiaoxiuya]

"Exactly," Shen Yuan agrees. "The tragedies wouldn't have had the same impact if he hadn't been so pure and innocent. That kind of character type is a genre staple, although most authors aren't so heavy-handed about it. Airplane was like an idiot dumping cayenne pepper all over a meal when the recipe just called for a few pinches, that hack."

Viktor's next question, however, gets a groan and a big old shrug. "I don't know," Shen Yuan groans, letting his head fall back against his chair. "He hadn't come back out of the Abyss yet, when I woke up here. I guess it would've been nice if he'd come out still willing to forgive me for that too, but realistically speaking what are the odds of that? I personally condemned him to years and years of hell, and it's not like he knew he'd survive and come out of it stronger than ever. He's got every reason to hate me."

A tired, bitter laugh gently wafts from the until-now empty kitchen doorway. Shen Yuan tenses up again as he raises his head and catches sight of Luo Binghe, leaning against the doorframe. "And so we come to the crux of the issue," Binghe sighs. "Shizun has so many wonderful things to say about this disciple when he was young, but now? Shizun must really believe that the Abyss stripped me of all positive and worthy qualities."

[mehanizovati]

Ok, it takes Viktor some effort not to do more than snort that that description. Shen Yuan certainly had a way with words, especially words to do with this 'Airplane' and their work.

The arrival of the man again has Viktor glancing over, eyes landing back on Shen Yuan again as he considers. "He is right. It's understandable to fear what he is capable of, given how horrendous it is. But he is still truly a person and not a character, yes? And one with some fortitude. I cannot help but wonder if you explained the situation truthfully perhaps you would be surprised."

A pause. "Regardless, he deserves the full truth. His life was made a toy, and you seem to be one of the only ones who think he deserves better."

[xiaoxiuya]

"The System would never have let me tell him the truth --" Shen Yuan begins to say, anxious and dismissive in his anxiety -- but then he stops, pulling himself up short like a robed gentleman spying a mud puddle in his path. "But the System isn't here, is it?" he wondered out loud, his gaze sliding over to the demon lord watching his mental progress like a cat crouched beside a mouse hole (or, perhaps, a royal bridegroom awaiting the arrival of his bride).

"What does Binghe think?" he asks, still too diffident by half. "Would he listen, if this teacher tried to tell him all?"

"Answering Shizun: how should this ignorant disciple know? He was made from Shizun's mind, was he not? I only know what Shizun knows," the demon lord answers, so petulant and pouty that despite the danger it still puts half a smile on Shen Yuan's face. Perhaps that's why the faux Binghe immediately unbends enough to add, "I think any version of me would appreciate a chance to speak with Shizun without him immediately trying to run away. This disciple so hates seeing your back."

Any subtext in that remark goes completely over Shen Yuan's head. "I'm sure you do," he says sadly. “Okay…fuck it, come here.” And upon saying this he suddenly stands up and all but throws himself into Luo Binghe’s arms. Nobody is more surprised by this than Binghe himself, but he immediately wraps his arms around Shen Yuan and clutches him close, clinging like he’d like nothing more than to drag the shorter man bodily into his own chest and squeezing until Shen Yuan squeaks.

“I won’t run anymore, okay?” he says, leaning back a little so he can look up into Binghe’s face. “I promise I won’t. I’ll stay and tell Binghe everything, next time I see him.”

The last of Binghe’s composure cracks like an egg. “Shizun –!” And he leans down to bury his face in Shen Yuan’s hair, his own great shoulders shaking with cathartic sobs. And it’s on that image, of the great and terrible demon lord clinging like a child to his old teacher, that the dream finally, finally ends.

Shen Yuan immediately drops Viktor’s hand like a hot brand, his face fiery-red.