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Nara'a doesn't frequent Sanctuary as much as he used to, but he does sometimes visit just to make sure things are going okay. He spots someone meditating under the tree and walks over to sit nearby. His armor clanks a little, which is understandable given how it looks. He tries not to bother the person as he leans back against the tree.

His thoughts drift off towards someone at home... someone he can no longer see. But he smiles, knowing that she'd be happy to see him thriving even in the darkness of this place. It's nice to see how hope can bloom in the despair that threatens to creep in.

Although he no longer collections corruption like he did when he lived outside the city limits full-time in D's outpost, Shen Yuan still lives to come by Sanctuary at least once a week, to cleanse his corruption and meditate on his cultivation. It's an important part of his routine -- but, because it's routine, he doesn't mind so much when it's interrupted. So, when he hears someone in armor walk up to him and sit nearby, he allows himself to drift back up through the layers of meditative detachment and open his eyes, smiling gently as he turns to look at the newcomer.

"Greetings," he says softly, to all appearances a gentle, scholarly young man dressed in green robes, with hair that would hang down to his waist if he were standing up; if he feels any surprise or interest when he catches sight of the pair of cat ears standing out from the other man's head, it's betrayed by only a small widening of his eyes and a caught breath before his face smoothes out and he asks, "Are you new around here? My name is Shen Yuan."

He looks over at the other and smiles. "Hello." He's used to the momentary doubletake when people spot his ears and tail by now - it's strange, but he supposes he must look strange to them. He shakes his head at the question. "I'm not. I come by Sanctuary sometimes, but I must have missed you. I'm Nara'a Sunvara."

He inclines his head slightly towards the other. "Have you been here long? I swear I've heard your voice somewhere..." Maybe on the network? But he can't remember ever talking to this man. "In any case, I didn't mean to interrupt your meditation."

"Think nothing of it," Shen Yuan responds with a wave of his hand and a small smile. "I can meditate any time; a chance to make a new friend is not to be lightly passed up." His smile widens knowingly. "It's possibly you might have listened to one of my network posts -- I've been doing research lately into the ways Trench changes from month to month, and making posts about my findings to help newcomers adjust. If so I hope they were useful to you, even if you aren't a newcomer."

He plays thoughtfully with the ends of a lock of his hair, his gaze curiously returning to Nara'a's ears before roving over his armor and clothing, taking in all of the little details in view. "As for the rest, I've been living here in Trench for nearly a year, and I've been coming here to meditate under the guardian tree since last September or so, while I was helping D built his little fort outside the city limits. A shame we never crossed paths before now." And he grins bashfully, lifting his gaze back to Nara'a's face as he says, "I think I would have remembered someone with such a unique appearance, after all."

"That's very true." He thinks for a moment and then nods. "Doing research on Trench is a very worthy endeavour. It's important to know what's coming up if you can help it. I've only been here since last summer, so I only know so much." He notes the glance at his ears, but he doesn't say anything - he's used to people being confused or intrigued by his feline features.

"I've helped out with the outpost some as well, though mostly I'm out taking care of monsters. But -" Wait, is that flirting or genuine, he can't tell. Best... best to act like it's normal. "I suppose I do stand out. Trench doesn't seem to have very many miqo'te at all here, which is... odd to me. A lot of us are travelers at home so we end up... well, all over the place."

Once again Shen Yuan finds himself standing under the guardian tree in Sanctuary's central courtyard, a thoroughly unremarkable sight -- but for the fact that this time, he's waiting to meet someone. He's dressed for the occasion, as well: a new green robe with embroidered sleeves and hem belted in place with a wide sash, covering his practical, Western-style trousers and boots, while his waist-length hair has been half-put up in a traditional topknot and secured in place with a silver pin. Part of him feels ridiculous, playing the peak lord now, but who knows better than he how the trappings of authority can pass for genuine authority, if backed up with enough confidence? And he so badly wants to be someone Peter can trust, someone who can genuinely help the poor kid improve his situation.

He rubs his hands together meditatively, checking the nailbeds for any traces of left-behind cinnabar and rubbing it away. He's not even sure if they'll be using the room he'd been given permission to borrow and ward off by Allen Walker -- it depends on Peter's comfort levels -- but he wanted it ready just in case. If nothing else, drawing the wards and talismans was good practice for when he'll need them for real...

Hm? Flirting, from such a shy, repressed guy as Shen Yuan? Perish the thought! He's just trying to be friendly~

"'Miqo'te?'" He tries to repeat the strange word as closely to the way Nara'a said it as he can. "That's what your people are called, right? It's got a lovely sound, though I can't say I've ever heard anything like it before." He gaves Nara'a a sheepish smile. "I suppose you must hear that a lot, please forgive me."

To say he's nervous would be an understatement — Peter's literally having to take a moment to talk himself through stepping up towards the Sanctuary.

The place itself.... unnerves him, even frightens him. With all of its protections and its particular reputation, combined with his severely possessed status, he.... pretty consistently hosts a fear that at any given moment he might have some kind of adverse reaction, and his imagination conjures up a varietypack of horrible effects.... He's only been here once before, for Sansa's birthday several months back, and it did make him feel ill here and there, the entity within him so sensitive to any wards around the banquet hall. Not in any real danger from them, just... affected. Peter can only imagine how it might be further in, and he can't help feeling like he's something that shouldn't be here. (Monster, is the word that whispers at the shell of his ear. You're a monster, something bad.)

...But he's here, and he's continuing on, and he's not running away. Peter remains aware that he needs help. He's been getting it, really, in so many various forms — but there are parts of it that no one has really yet been able to touch upon. Meeting with someone who can maybe look inside of him in the way Shen Yuan seems capable of doing, maybe perceive his and Paimon's situation on that spiritual level... as terrifying as the thought is, Peter also knows it's an opportunity he can't pass up.

And the man has been nothing but kind and helpful to him already. While Peter's fears about what could happen (could go wrong) feel like a tight ball of writhing snakes in his gut, he is trying to trust the process.

He spots the man quickly enough in the courtyard; Shen Yuan certainly stands out with the way he's dressed and his overall presence, and Peter approaches shyly, but with a little smile (nauseous around the corners, but that's Just Peter.)

"Hey—! I made it." His awkward smile nudges upwards a bit as he shifts the shoulder bag tucked against one arm. "It's good to finally meet you in person."

And there he is, so obviously nervous and afraid that Shen Yuan's heart aches on Peter Graham's behalf. And just as it did when he was faced with another frightened young man, suddenly he finds it easier to calm down and rise to the occasion, because it's not for himself, now is it? It's for someone who needs his help, and what kind of person would he be if he let them down?

"It is," he agrees, and offers Peter his hand (just his hand for now, his spiritual power kept deftly tucked away under his skin where it belongs). "I'm glad you could make it." And he smiles gently. "Why don't we sit under the tree and talk for a bit? There's no need to rush into anything, I think."

He'd wondered if he'd be able to tell, if meeting Peter in person would betray some strangeness that the omni had concealed, but so far he seems to be a perfectly normal albeit painfully anxious young man. So clearly the first step is so to do something about those nerves, if he can.

Seeing the other in person is definitely a little intimidating — Shen Yuan looks so noble and cool, but it's also weirdly easy to feel comfortable around the guy, with how.... gentle he is, about everything? How he somehow seems to know exactly what to say, and how. Peter's heart is still giving anxious flip-flops, but he's glad to have made contact with somebody who knows about this kind of thing. Makes it all feel less... lonely.

He doesn't even hesitate as long as he normally might, to take the offered hand. Peter gets gunshy about physical touch — for, a number of reasons — but he's reaching to shake the other man's hand, softly.

"Sure, that sounds great, yeah." There's a nod, and an inward exhale of relief to take things slow. As curious as Peter is to see what Shen Yuan might discover, he's also... not exactly leaping to head into one of the Sanctuary rooms.

So he'll move to sit under the tree, long legs folded crossed. Peter's a tall presence but he carries himself as though he wants to be smaller, all six feet of his frame withdrawn.

"Thank you, again. For agreeing to do this. I... brought a notebook so I could take notes, too. Share stuff with Luna." He gives a lopsided little smile, reaching for his bag where he has a few supplies tucked in.

Don't be too shy, or Nara'a might flirt with you, Shen Yuan.

"That's all right. As long as people are trying to understand. But that's right. There are two subspecies of it in my world, and my clans are called Keepers of the Moon as opposed to the others, which are Seekers of the Sun. And yes, we're nocturnal and diurnal, respectively. Much of the time, at least." He gestures to the sky - not even close to nighttime.

He offers the other a gentle smile. "But I've seen many cities with many different sorts of people. I'm an adventurer by trade, so I'm used to being in the minority."

In another life that face was one Shen Yuan poured his heart and soul into perfecting, under threat of death. A peak lord must look perfectly calm and collected at all times, and he must never find himself in a situation where he doesn't already know exactly what to do -- a person who is just pretending to be a peak lord, even more so. So it would both embarrass and please him to know he can still pull it off.

It pleases him still more to see Peter taking an active hand. "Good idea," he says agreeably, kneeling next to Peter with the skirts of his robes pooling elegantly around his knees. "Miss Lovegood is the one of the best scholars I know of; I look forward to hearing her insights."

He pauses for a moment there, to consider their options, before suggesting, "Why don't I begin by telling you a little about myself and how my powers work? Then, if you feel comfortable, you can tell me more about yourself and your situation, and we can come up with a plan for how to proceed together."

Now now, don't threaten him with a good time.

Shen Yuan is giving Nara'a his full attention now, hanging on his every word with an expression of quiet wonder on his face. This was always the part he liked best about reading in his first life: being introduced to fantastical worlds and cultures unlike anything he'd known. The shine emphatically had not worn off even after he was transported into a fantasy world himself.

"I can see you wear armor with confidence," he notes, with a second, admiring glance at the suit of metal protecting Nara'a's person. "And if you were helping protect the outpost while it was under construction, then you must be a formidable warrior. How have you found Trench, compared to other cities you've visited?"

"It's... bigger in some ways, smaller than others. A lot of the cities I've visited are walled off by necessity, usually due to monsters but sometimes due to isolationist tendencies. It's more violent, yes, but my world can be violent as well. There's plenty of kind people here though..."

As for the 'formidable warrior' remark, he shrugs, armor clanking slightly as he does. "I've fought man a large monster, but the more difficult ones are the ones that come from within. The fact that this place can change people... I've seen that happen before, and it's never pretty. They tend to be the more destructive kinds of creatures. Anything we can do to reduce suffering and despair here is worth doing."

"Not all changes are for the worse," Shen Yuan feels the need to point out, "But I take your meaning. When I first arrived in this world I thought I'd been delivered from suffering, but as the months went by..." He sighs deeply. "If the things we are required to endure not so arbitrary, I'd have no grounds to complain." (That's absolutely a lie, complaining is Shen Yuan's absolute #1 favorite hobby.) "But sometimes I find myself wondering whether the powers that govern this world don't prefer to see us suffer."

Ugh, that's much, much too morbid for a first meeting. Shen Yuan forces a smile onto his face and does his best to dismiss everything he just said with a brisk, "But that's only speculation. Living day to day, I find there's something satisfying about doing work that makes an immediate change for the better in other people's lives, don't you agree?"

"Oh, I know. But delivered from suffering... you must have had a rough time before here. I'm sorry for that. You're right though - I think the Pthumerians here like seeing us upset. It's... very frustrating. I don't like them, but we must live with them for now." For now. He's watching them carefully. If any of them start draining the aether from this place...

... Anyway. "I do like doing that sort of thing myself. I tend to patrol... I drag beasts here when I can, but when I can't I at least try to give them a swift end. It's depressing work, but necessary. And some of my magicks can do it without shedding blood."

Tugging a notebook and pen onto his lap, Peter looks back over at his companion, smile warming at the Luna praise. He does think she would be extremely interested to learn whatever she can about Shen Yuan and his world, what he can do. One way or another, all of this is good information, enlightening and potentially really helpful, and he certainly understands the value of an opportunity like this. He almost considered asking Luna if she wanted to come along today, but figured it might be best if it was just him for now — well, him and Paimon, of course. The ever-present, discomforting thought in the back of Peter's mind: whatever he says to Shen Yuan, Paimon is most likely listening in.

But he tries not to think too much about that just now, or about those lingering fears regarding what could go wrong. In the here and now, it's listening time, and a good chance to gather up some courage before he heads deeper in. So the young man readies his pen attentively. It's rare that Peter Graham takes notes, but he'll do this diligently....

"Oh— sure, that'd be great. Whatever you're cool sharing, I'm here for it." Peter gives a little nod, not wanting to press for any personal details, an open book for the other man to reveal what he likes, how he likes.

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Shen Yuan smiles at him encouragingly. Whiskers on kittens who, an enthusiastic student is a teacher's favorite thing. "Alright," he says, and on a whim pulls his painted silk fan out of his belt and opens it, beginning to languidly fan himself as he begins.

"I am a type of magic-user called a cultivator, and our speciality is the collection and manipulation of a type of spiritual energy called qi, which is produced by all living things." His smile widens. "As the basics of our techniques are shared by martial arts traditions all over Asia and across many worlds, you may already be somewhat familiar with them from anime or martial arts movies." Or Star Wars, for that matter! But that's not a can of worms they need to open right now. Shen Yuan continues,

"Cultivators take the principles of qi refinement a step further by learning how to absorb spiritual energy from other sources, such as those found in nature." He taps the trunk of the guardian tree gratefully. "This tree for instance, thanks to the blessing of the goddess who planted it, is an excellent source of spiritual energy that promotes calm and healing even in those who have no spiritual awareness to speak of. I come here to meditate under its branches every weekend, and by absorbing a small amount of its spiritual power I am able to cleanse myself of corruption and promote my own magical development, without doing any harm to the tree. Although," and here he grimaces; it may be uncomfortable to hear this part, but Peter deserves to know.

"There do exist techniques that can drain all of the spiritual energy from a living being, including a person. But that is simply another form of murder, and those techniques are proscribed in every just society that I know of." He closes his fan, sharply tapping the piece of wood that guards its outer edge against his opposite palm. "I would never engage in such things, not even to save my own life. I mention this only so you needn't feel concerned for your safety around me, should you hear of such things from another person."

"Mn." A rough time? Yeah, Shen Yuan really can't dispute that. "At least here, for all the hazards that attack our self-control and free will, none of the Pthumerians have tried to personally invade our thoughts and control our actions. It was not so, in the last world I lived."

"But trying to help the beasts is noble," he says eagerly, scooting a little closer to Nara'a as if he can convince him to tell him more through sheer proximity. "Have any of them been turned back into people so far? I know there were Sleepers who wished to try, but I haven't had time to look into their methods or see their results for myself."

"No, they haven't. That sort of thing does happen at home sometimes and it's... quite a process to reverse. I imagine it is in your world as well, if it's even possible."

Scooting closer? Cute. He smiles a bit and nods. "I know there's been a few successes, but... it depends on the amount of corruption and how long someone's been a Beast. It seems to degrade the soul in some way. Allen would be the person to ask about that - he's very good at cleansing corruption." He leans in a little, shoulder bumping shoulder, and then realizes -

"Ah. Let me change." He doesn't have his casual clothes here, but he takes out a small crystal. A moment of concentration and - suddenly is in an entirely different set of clothing. "There. No hard metal." He pats his shoulder, an invitation for the other to lean in again.

"I've spoken to Allen once or twice," Shen Yuan says with a small nod. "Mostly just asking permission to use a room in the Sanctuary for my own purposes. He seems so busy -- I wouldn't want to disturb his work just to satisfy my curiosity --"

He interrupts himself with a startled, yet delighted laugh as Nara'a changes his clothes in an instant. "Well!" he exclaims. "Isn't that handy?" One of his hands begins to rise from his lap before quickly checking its ascent and turning back, but his eyes still track between the crystal, Nara'a's new outfit, and his face with wonder and curiosity. "Does it do anything else? We had similar magic in the last world I lived, dimensional pockets hidden up our sleeves, rings and other jewelry that could carry concealed weapons or reagents -- but I've seen one that also worked like a quick-change button." He laughs again, his shoulder now pressed companionably against Nara'a's.

Mob's tried to help where he could, once he felt a little more capable of leaving the house. To be fair a few of the locals know it was him so he tries to keep his head down, not upset them or cause problems. It's a delicate situation, one he has very little idea how to handle aside from trying to take responsibility as best he can.

Which is why he quite literally bumps into someone as he's walking with his head down. He's only fourteen and kind of small for his age regardless so thankfully it's unlikely he knocked poor Shen Yuan over, but he will blink and immediately offer, "Ah, I'm sorry..."

"He's very kind. I don't think he'd mind."

He grins at Shen Yuan when he laughs. The crystal gets brought up and held in his hand - close to his body, but he trusts the other to not try to grab for it. "It does. It helps me channel my aether more effectively into spells. It also stores my clothing. But in this crystal are the memories of its previous wielders - not anything personal, mind you, but combat abilities. It... hm. Speeds up muscle memory learning, in a way."

The miqo'te holds it out for a few more moments before tucking it away into a pocket. "I have a few of those sorts of crystals with me - far fewer than I have available to me at home, but enough that I can change for what the combat situation requires. Just don't ask me to heal - I'm terrible with that." He laughs a little bit despite himself - he's comfortable with his own limits. He can't do everything.

"Wow..." Sure enough, Shen Yuan makes no attempt to grab the crystal -- although an astute observor would not be incorrect in guessing that he might like to, in order to take a closer look and to examine it with his qi, he politely refrains. Instead he smiles up at Nara'a when he tucks the crystal away and says, "Isn't it amazing, how even very different worlds might have equivalent magical techniques, or artifacts, or pieces of technology? The only part of that I didn't understand was 'aether;' would you mind terribly telling me what that is?"

His face is lit up with wonder and curiosity. This is clearly not a man who shies away from loredrops.

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Luckily Shen Yuan isn't inclined to take offense, especially after he turns around and discovers that the person who so suddenly bumped into him is just a confused-looking kid. "Hey -- hey, it's okay little brother," he says with a quiet laugh, putting his hand on the kid's shoulder and giving him a very gentle shake to put the sorries on hold. "No harm done, right? Are you okay, though?"

He leans a little closer, trying to put his finger on what about the kid seems so...odd. He doesn't have a concussion, does he? "Are you lost?" he asks kindly.

Ah, good, he didn't cause any trouble it seems. People in the Trench have mostly been very friendly so he's not that surprised, offering a little bow of his head to top off his apology before finishing it with a nod. No harm done, that's true.

A little funny to say that surrounded by all the very much harm done ages ago.

"Oh, no I-" A quick glance around. "I wanted to help with cleaning up." Since this is his mess and all. "Are you here for that too?"

"It is. And... right. I keep forgetting that there are people I haven't told yet. Aether is the substance that makes up everything in my world, from memories and souls to the ground you walk upon. It's generally aligned with an element, and the practice of intentionally moving, channeling, and shaping aether is what we call magick. It comes in many forms - though the balance between the elements is extremely important. Enough shifts and draining of certain types of aether can cause a Calamity. It's... as it sounds, and it's happened seven times in my world."

He even remembers the causes of all of them! Though the Sixth was a particular area of study given its connection with mages and his time in the Thaumaturge's Guild.

Peter's listening with open curiosity — and oh yes, Paimon most certainly is too, and every once in awhile the boy's pupils will suddenly widen and blow out like ink spilling and spreading through water as the demon's focus and energy rears up within its host's body. Perhaps it could be overlooked, not altogether alarming, but something else is watching Shen Yuan, tuning itself into every word.

(Every once in awhile, Peter's tongue brushes the roof of his mouth, slowly, without his awareness that it's happening.)

But when he needs to speak again, his tongue becomes his own, and he's working it into soft words. His pupils settle, returning his eyes to their natural warm browns.

"Were you born able to do it? Collecting and manipulating qi...? Or was it something you had to learn how to do? Can anyone in your world do it?"

The questions come naturally, little bursts of curiosity voiced. It's all extremely interesting, and energy, the different forms of it, is something he's certainly become more and more curious by over time, considering the entity that occupies him and its own connection to such concepts.

The changes in Peter's eyes goes unremarked upon, but not unnoticed. Sudden changes to the iris or sclera is a sign of possession in many cultivator stories as well, and Shen Yuan isn't sure how to interpret the fact of Paimon's silent listening. It's a simple and unfortunate fact, however, that he can't say anything to Peter right now without also saying it to Paimon, and so he can only hope that the lack of overt interference is a positive sign that won't come back to bite him later.

"It was something I learned how to do as an adult." He fans himself slowly, considering his next words. "In the world where I was born, cultivation -- all forms of magic, actually -- only existed in works of fiction. I was a big fan of fantasy books of all kinds -- like Miss Lovegood's story, which I enjoyed very much -- but my favorites were all cultivation novels." He smiles sadly. "When I was around your age, a book I'd been following passionately ended suddenly and, I thought, very badly. Around the same time I fell terribly ill, and eventually fell into a deep sleep -- I may even have died, it's impossible to be sure. But when I woke up, it was in a world full of people and places that shared names and precise descriptions with those in the book, and a voice in my head told me it was my responsibility to learn cultivation and 'fix' the plot. I lived in that world for about...four years?" Yes, that sounds about right. "And then woke up in the sea outside Trench. I no longer hear that voice, for which I will always be grateful to the powers that rule this world, and I continue to practice cultivation for both survival and my peace of mind."

"As for whether anyone can learn how to do it, the answer is yes, but with some caveats. Different people have different levels of aptitude for cultivation, just as different people have different levels of natural ability for mathematics or sports. While nearly anyone can master the basics through hard work alone, some degree of natural talent and a bit of good luck is necessary to reach the highest levels of skill. People who began their training as children also tend to see more success than those who started later; it's generally accepted that by the time a student turns twenty-five or so, if they haven't already formed a golden core than they probably never will. But there are exceptions to every rule, of course."

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[sorry about the long delay, I HAD a tag all ready to go and then I accidentally deleted it >_<]

"Oh? That's certainly different," he says, looking and sounding delighted by the prospect. "Is it also considered a form of magick when matters changes from type into another, like when a fire burns wood? Or does there need to be a conscious will involved? How do the types of matter and energy you've encountered here in Trench compare to your home?" And then he laughs, covering his mouth with the delicate fingers of one hand.

"Forgive me, I don't mean to sound like I'm trying to interrogate you. It's just magic has always interested me, even though -- well, probably because I grew up in a world that didn't have any at all."

"I am," Shen Yuan affirms, still smiling gently. "Actually I'm helping coordinate a group of volunteers with construction experience --" He points out a few of the other members of Outreach working nearby, two clearing away rubble while a third puts in a new fence for someone's garden. "-- would you like to join us? We can always use another set of hands."

"In a way, though you're right in that it's generally agreed to be when conscious will is involved. And... I've been able to use my aether just fine here. It's never been a problem, so I assume either there's aether here or something that's acting like it."

The apology gets a smile. "So you lived in another world that wasn't your own before coming here. It's... interesting, because I also went to another world. It was similar enough to my world, though there were some major differences. Including how they looked at certain elements... but that's a whole diagram's worth of story." He laughs a little bit, putting his fist in front of his mouth to muffle the sound. "And I've always been a bit of a nerd about magicks - the usual joke is that I can't help it, having the Scholar as my patron."

"Oh, another traveller!" Shen Yuan says brightly. "I actually lived in two worlds before this one, one with magic and one without. And a good thing too, I think -- I expect I would have had a much harder time adjusting to this world, if my second life hadn't prepared me so well for the worst." But that's enough of that brooding.

"Who is the Scholar?" he asks next. "Are the patrons in your world like gods, perhaps? I suppose you've already picked apart all the differences between your world's set, and this one's." And he smiles invitingly. Go on Nara'a, tell him all about it!

"I think it helped me as well - and someone from that world is here with me, actually. It's good to see her again. I had wanted to visit at some point soon and check on her and Ryne." Thankfully he can just step between worlds if he goes to the right portal.

Ah. Right. "They're gods, yes. Thaliak is the Scholar's name - all of the deities have titles, like how Menphina is the Lover. They all have associated elements as well as specific things they're prayed to for. So for example, the scholarly nation of Sharlayan has a giant statue of the Scholar pouring water right in front of the port. As for differences between them and this world's... I'm not totally convinced the Patrons here are gods. They don't really seem to be much in the way of helping people..."

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