messybench | [ catchall for top guns out yun ]

[ wherever gu yun is, eleanor is just going to saunter in with a a bottle of wine and a bowl full of shrimp. like, completely packed. she'll plop down nearby. ]

All that investigating, and for what? Someone's toblerboner and bloody sheets.

Edited 2021-02-21 05:07 (UTC)

[ he's at the bar. eleanor is valid, for both of those things, and he raises his half empty glass, also of wine, to it. ]

If I ever have to hear the word 'toblerone' ever again, I'll start a riot.

[ yeah eleanor's raising her bottle and then very classily drinking straight from it. ]

I don't want to touch chocolate for another month at least.

I didn't even like it in the first place. [ ugh ]

It's got its time and place, just like all other foods. But after the tea room shirt, and now tobleronemaggedon? Enough.

[ nu voice. ]

Well, thanks for having half a braincell in there. I'm glad even though we wasted nine hours, I at least had competent people checking out the crime scene with me.

[ that gets him to laugh; he snorts, raising his glass. ] Thank you. You know how to work a phone, so, I think we made a decent team. Perhaps half and half could equal a whole.

[ maybe. ] I'm glad we got to spend some time together, anyhow, even if it was in that disaster. Thursday night with you was rather fun!

As far as partners to investigate a neverending shirtshow of chocolates go, you're pretty decent.

Thanks, babe. [ raises her bottle, then takes a good long sip ] Right back atcha. Definitely on my top ten list.

[ no memshare foreplay we die like men

which means, gu yun's at the bar this fine day, mourning the loss of the rice wine (so unnecessary!) when he spots eleanor. despite this memory sharing thing, he's not against the company, and the minute he opens his mouth, eleanor's going to get some entertainment with her drinks.

that is to say...

when the world around them disappears into the space of a memory... eleanor won't be able to see anything.

you're wearing a blindfold and thick robes, nothing like your usual armor. you've been in disguise for the past several hours - acting as a fragrant master. your son stands beside you, and he holds your hand - he's been your "attendant" in disguise, writing the phrases people said out loud into the palm of your hand so you could respond to them. after all, you're supposed to be deaf and blind; you've snuck onto this ship with the goal of dismantling a smuggling operation by a group of men from dong ying, an enemy nation, masquerading as simple traders.

imagine your surprise, when you leapt into this situation, and found that the very person smuggling precious, precious ziliujin out of your country and into the hands of your enemies, is none other than master huang qiao, the commander of the jiangnan navy - one of the only people in your nation nearly equivalent in power to you.

nearly.

you smile, as you pull your hand out of chang geng's. it seems almost careless, and you feel chang geng twitch beside you as you reach up, and find the edge of the blindfold. ]

Master Huang. Commander of the Jiangnan Navy... what a shock. [ the blindfold slips free from your eyes, and the world is revealed to you in crystal clear, brilliant color - a ship's cabin, a room full of traitors, and the marquis of order, their worst nightmare.

the man before you is exactly who you said he was, and you watch recognition turn to fear on his face. ] Hey, Master Huang. That year, when I followed Old General Du to be his errand boy, weren't you just an ambitious soldier? Separated for many years - do you remember me?

[ huang qiao's expression changes to horror. you...you are...

you rip the blindfold free from your head fully - the motion's dramatic, a flash of white silk - and you pull it up to tie your long hair back into a ponytail. casual, easy, smiling. ] What an honor. It seems Commander Huang still recognizes me.

[ the room full of men in the cabin who were badmouthing great liang just minutes before hold completely still, as you casually pick up a dagger - dispatched from a man who tried to kill you, twenty minutes before - and test the weight of it in your hand.

the commander, dumbstruck, repeats like a broken record. "Gu...gu... gu..."

and that smile of yours takes on the sharpness of a knife. it's mean, because you've realized your victory. ] Mm. Gu Yun. Long time no see.

[ there's a clatter - one of the soldiers in the room drops his weapon in fright. ]

[ "impossible - the marquis of rorder was exterminating bandits in the northwest! how could--"

you cut that statement off, shaking your head, pityingly, bitingly sarcastic when you speak. mocking. ] If you're going to attempt to rebel, you should read more. Have you not heard of the Eagles in the East?

[ you are, of course, lying out of your ass.

but it doesn't matter, because your plan is perfectly in place. there's a scream from outside, and panic rings through the smuggling ship. "Black Eagles! There are Black Eagles!"

huang qiao's face turns to yours, again. panic crosses his face. "How can there be Black Iron Camp soldiers and the Marquis of Order in the Eastern Sea?! Impossible! Shoot the arrows! Use the Baihong arrows to shoot down these fakes!"

you tilt your head back - a man in black armor flies just over huang qiao's head, dropping a rain of arrows that fall onto the deck. he whips around to look, and then back at you, and you smile, further, fingers wrapping around the dagger in your hands.

"So- so what, even if Gu Yun is here, what could he possibly do?! I don't believe he could bring the entire Black Iron Camp from the desert! Kill him! Who else does this dog emperor rely on?! Come on!"

at once, every private soldier and traitor in the room draws their weapons. chang geng steps closer to you, but not a single one of them is brave enough to rush you.

you stride forward, unharmed, untouched, towards huang qiao. ] If I recall correctly, your teacher, isn't he an uncle of Wei Wang, of the palace? Why, that year when the former Emperor passed away, he wasn't able to use the imperial guards to start a rebellion. Is he trying to use the sea route, instead?

[ you've uncovered an entire conspiracy, and huang qiao knows it. the look in his eyes is desperate, a trapped, cornered animal. he screams, at the top of his lungs, and launches himself in front of you, as chang geng meets him there, steps out from behind your back and blocks his strike with his own sword. six iron puppets - robot like statues - screech to life around the room, armed, dangerous, descend, and the cabin descends into utter chaos.

and you are unflappable, unstoppable, a whirl of silk and dark hair, as you disarm weapon after weapon, dong ying dagger in your hand, chang geng at your back.

you are the demon black crow - the head of the black iron camp. the marquis of order. great defender of great liang, and your reputation proceeds you.

and today, you and the rest of your allies on this ship, are unbelievably lucky it did. ]

Edited 2021-02-23 18:55 (UTC)

[ it's hard to relate to this -- it feels more like a movie she's watching. or it would be, if it weren't all from her perspective. seems her drinking buddy is some kind of high ranking general demon guy who goes undercover to kick asses and stop uprising. like, old samurai style. ]

[ kinda hot. ]

Assuming that was your memory? I gotta say, it was kinda hot. I didn't know you were an ass kickig dilf-type.

-- Quick aside, so happy I can swear now. Ass!

[ wait. before he explains anything: ]

What in the world is a dilf?

Well, the literal meaning is "dad I'd like to fuck", but basically, hot dad. You've got a son, and you're hot, so you qualify.

The female equivalent is milf.... I'm no mom, but I'm extremely hot. For reference.

[ what hell has she unleashed ]

[ ....

the look on his face. he is so pleased. ]

Well, I didn't need a reference to know you were attractive. [ hehe ] But thanks for the compliment! I'll keep that in mind.

[ gu yun learned a new vocabulary word today. bad. ]

Good, you're smart.

[ eleanor enables so much of his gremlinery and im here for it ]

Always happy to help, babe. So what was up with all the hot pirate adventures?

[ catchall for top guns out yun ]

week 1, post-trial

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w2, tuesday! 1/2 just for readability lol

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closes eyes

i'm sorry

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