He was unsure of how to really process all that had been going on. Really, this was all but too much. One moment he had remembered being within the dark and imposing temple, judgemental gazes all staring him down as he cried out desperately, and now-- There he stood. The sun was shining, a bright contrast to the chilly night merely moments ago. And he was soaked to the skin. His robes handing heavily off his long yet slim frame, barely keeping draped over him as he stared on in wide-eyed confusion.
Where... Was he?
Was this real? Was that entire nightmarish experience merely moments ago just a dream? For some reason, this felt more like a dreamscape than that had been. After all, he was never one to have anything nice or pleasant happen to him.
That was perhaps why, as he took a step forward to start exploring the beach he felt a tug. His eyes going wide with alert as he turned to face... a strange moving metal contraption clinging to the hem of his precious attire.
"E... Excuse you!!" He tried to snag himself free, but it was no hope. For the moment, he had the strange moving metal man tug back a little more forcefully, spewing something about relaxing and undressing? No, no thank you! He will most certainly not! "Let go! I demand you let me go this instant!"
Surely his screaming down the robot as he partakes in a visible tug of war with his own clothing must be quite the sight to anyone passing by.
[Hay Fever]
At least carriages, although far below his standing, were something he was used to. It was at least more comfortable to him than anything he had come to see as of yet. His arms folded into his sleeves as he sat up, straight and quiet. His eyes closed as he refused to acknowledge any of the strange and surreal visuals that surrounded him. After all, he can't be bothered to lay gaze upon such unrefined places such as these when he had much more pressing matters to attend to.
His nose slightly turned up as the visible strain could be seen in the crease of his eyebrows and the red tone of his face.
No. Surely none of this would do. He was best off finding a place a little more settled back to regain his composure and form some plan.
"Ridiculous. Surely a place such as this could at least learn to show some class. Even the seediest red-light districts in Lanling had more refinement than this."
Well, at least the carriage seemed normal enough. He had that, at least.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Wait.
What was going on?
Where was he?
Was this... A Fair? The violet-robed man stared around absent-mindedly as he remained in his seat alone at the back of the picnic area. A half-eaten confectionary sitting in front of him as he gazed around at all the people who walked past. It seemed like a lively event, to be certain. Or at least, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, to some extent. And the overall atmosphere seemed jovial and lively. But...
Where was he exactly?
Or better yet, who was he exactly?
Would it be rude to ask around? Perhaps it was best to ask about the fair itself as not to be too off-putting?
"Oh! U-um! Excuse me! That is-- Excuse me! Do you mind if I ask you something!"
He desperately seemed to be attempting to wave people down in attempts to ask for help. But most of those who passed by seemed to ignore him outright. W-Was he invisible!? Surely someone could help him!
[Brodeo]
This... This had to be the most ridiculous thing I had seen yet! Su She stood still, arms fallen to his side in aghast shock and absolute horror as he watched the rodeo ensue. The various participants flailing and falling and writhing far too much for any sensible sect leader to bear! He was no prude! or at least he preferred to think he was not! But they were in public and they were being violated. Surely he couldn't be the only one here who had thought something to be off about the entire situation!
But he could only stand there. His face contorted and strained, bright red in what could either be anger or embarrassment. Truthfully even he was not really sure. He's gawking at the sight as he stood frozen among the rest of the bustling and laughing crowd.
"H-How could they."
[Wildcard]!
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Su She | Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)
He was unsure of how to really process all that had been going on. Really, this was all but too much. One moment he had remembered being within the dark and imposing temple, judgemental gazes all staring him down as he cried out desperately, and now-- There he stood. The sun was shining, a bright contrast to the chilly night merely moments ago. And he was soaked to the skin. His robes handing heavily off his long yet slim frame, barely keeping draped over him as he stared on in wide-eyed confusion.
Where... Was he?
Was this real? Was that entire nightmarish experience merely moments ago just a dream? For some reason, this felt more like a dreamscape than that had been. After all, he was never one to have anything nice or pleasant happen to him.
That was perhaps why, as he took a step forward to start exploring the beach he felt a tug. His eyes going wide with alert as he turned to face... a strange moving metal contraption clinging to the hem of his precious attire.
"E... Excuse you!!" He tried to snag himself free, but it was no hope. For the moment, he had the strange moving metal man tug back a little more forcefully, spewing something about relaxing and undressing? No, no thank you! He will most certainly not! "Let go! I demand you let me go this instant!"
Surely his screaming down the robot as he partakes in a visible tug of war with his own clothing must be quite the sight to anyone passing by.
[Hay Fever]
At least carriages, although far below his standing, were something he was used to. It was at least more comfortable to him than anything he had come to see as of yet. His arms folded into his sleeves as he sat up, straight and quiet. His eyes closed as he refused to acknowledge any of the strange and surreal visuals that surrounded him. After all, he can't be bothered to lay gaze upon such unrefined places such as these when he had much more pressing matters to attend to.
His nose slightly turned up as the visible strain could be seen in the crease of his eyebrows and the red tone of his face.
No. Surely none of this would do. He was best off finding a place a little more settled back to regain his composure and form some plan.
"Ridiculous. Surely a place such as this could at least learn to show some class. Even the seediest red-light districts in Lanling had more refinement than this."
Well, at least the carriage seemed normal enough. He had that, at least.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Wait.
What was going on?
Where was he?
Was this... A Fair? The violet-robed man stared around absent-mindedly as he remained in his seat alone at the back of the picnic area. A half-eaten confectionary sitting in front of him as he gazed around at all the people who walked past. It seemed like a lively event, to be certain. Or at least, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, to some extent. And the overall atmosphere seemed jovial and lively. But...
Where was he exactly?
Or better yet, who was he exactly?
Would it be rude to ask around? Perhaps it was best to ask about the fair itself as not to be too off-putting?
"Oh! U-um! Excuse me! That is-- Excuse me! Do you mind if I ask you something!"
He desperately seemed to be attempting to wave people down in attempts to ask for help. But most of those who passed by seemed to ignore him outright. W-Was he invisible!? Surely someone could help him!
[Brodeo]
This... This had to be the most ridiculous thing I had seen yet! Su She stood still, arms fallen to his side in aghast shock and absolute horror as he watched the rodeo ensue. The various participants flailing and falling and writhing far too much for any sensible sect leader to bear! He was no prude! or at least he preferred to think he was not! But they were in public and they were being violated. Surely he couldn't be the only one here who had thought something to be off about the entire situation!
But he could only stand there. His face contorted and strained, bright red in what could either be anger or embarrassment. Truthfully even he was not really sure. He's gawking at the sight as he stood frozen among the rest of the bustling and laughing crowd.
"H-How could they."
[Wildcard]!
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