[ void void love the void here we are and jingheng is sitting somewhere, now equipped with what looks like a metal gauntlet stretching up his arm. he is just staring at a cup of donkin dunnts kind of like it personally offended him.
he will give him a small lift of the hand though. hello. ]
Hunter left pretty much immediately after the execution, but Lin Jingheng will be able to find him eventually if he's looking for him. He's tucked away in a dark, little corner somewhere in the void that isn't easy to spot at first glance — though it's likely the frantic, worried warbling that gives away his location. Flapjack is having A Time today, too.]
I'm fine, Flap. [Tersely.
He's checking out his nose using his phone's front camera and hasn't noticed Lin Jingheng quite yet. There are also a few bottles of very high content alcohol popped open next to him, pilfered from the execution bar. There sure is no hospital hell!]
[ beep beep gonna be cruising around looking for dear hunter and will find him in the void. he's got zhanlu in tow just humming very soft music and when he approaches, he lifts a hand. ]
[Everything truly happens so much... Hunter is going to look for him a good couple hours after the execution so LJH can spend some quality time with Bixing. Wherever he finds him—]
ANYWAYS here's lin. he has zhanlu on his arm, who is currently singing a little song, and a cigarette in his mouth because what a fucking day. he is bee-lining it to wherever hunter happens to be resting after all of that. where he be. ]
[Cannot believe we let Mira and Yaywon do this to us..................
Anyway, hi Jingheng. Welcome to the void where Hunter is petting Mallow like pets are the solution to all their problems. Flapjack is also here. Why are there so many animals in this game.]
[ hey there hunter! lin jingheng is making his usual rounds, and un/fortunately for hunter, he's like a permanent part of them now. it is... maybe especially unfortunate this week because he's been rather careful about avoiding these holes just for the two of them to suddenly end up tumbling into hell's own personal theatre...
[ he is just laying on one of the couches in the dorm closest to a window, smoking with a little paper ashtray balanced on his chest... hi hunter what's good. ]
[ it's borrower time! aka we're in one of the huge houses sneakin around running amok. or rather, looking for supplies that people could make use of. in general, just getting to know the place before someone decides to shed blood on someone's carpet on thursday night.
anyways. lin jingheng is looking upwards at a counter with a hum, kicking at a couple of the loosed threads and pushpins that probably belong to someone's conspiracy board or whatever.
[ it's monday!!! and sometime in the afternoon and as hunter and jingheng are maybe having a hike in the forest biome there are signs of a door hidden behind some of the foliage that looks a little faker than the rest. he'll push it away with a frown and nudge open the door it reveals, sticking his head out— ]
... Hey.
[ he looks over his shoulder as he pushes the door open further— ] Ice cream?
They can run into each other in the planetarium, in the room with the massive projector. Hunter is just sitting here with his knees drawn up to his chest, Flapjack softly warbling at him. But he looks up once he hears Jingheng enter the room, and just... kind of scoots over to make room for him where he's seated. Hi.]
[Hunter is still a furry so they can be furries in the mountains. Maybe they're at the bar so Jingheng can also make tiny animals mistakes. The power is in your hands, Char.
Either way, Hunter is watching his own tail wag with a funny look on his face.]
[ hello here we are in the void for now but maybe a soft void made up of a few of the beanbag chairs shoved together into a mass and some blankets in the dorms. jingheng is just laying here staring up at the ceiling because he doesn't feel like going too far from wherever bixing is resting in their dorm at some point. when he sees hunter, he will just wave him over. ]
[ hello hunter! we are at the /throws dart, arcade, where the usual suspect lin jingheng is just shooting at one of those zombie games while a taller blonde man wearing a familiar blue core is shooting as player two. when hunter comes near, however, the blonde man turns his head and a bit of blue streaky light follows the motion, as if maybe he's some sort of semi-tangible hologram? ]
Sir, we have company. It is [ a small tilt of the head and a little dilating of his strange green eyes ] Hunter. You like this one.
[ jingheng just pauses and shuts his eyes because he just. forgot how much zhanlu Talks. he looks over his shoulder and lifts a hand. ]
W0, MONDAY
he will give him a small lift of the hand though. hello. ]
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week zero, sunday.
Hunter left pretty much immediately after the execution, but Lin Jingheng will be able to find him eventually if he's looking for him. He's tucked away in a dark, little corner somewhere in the void that isn't easy to spot at first glance — though it's likely the frantic, worried warbling that gives away his location. Flapjack is having A Time today, too.]
I'm fine, Flap. [Tersely.
He's checking out his nose using his phone's front camera and hasn't noticed Lin Jingheng quite yet. There are also a few bottles of very high content alcohol popped open next to him, pilfered from the execution bar. There sure is no hospital hell!]
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week one, thursday.
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wk 1, saturday post-trial
Hunter. Flapjack.
[ this stoic man saying flapjack is so real. ]
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week one, sunday.
... Hey.
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w2, thursday
ANYWAYS here's lin. he has zhanlu on his arm, who is currently singing a little song, and a cigarette in his mouth because what a fucking day. he is bee-lining it to wherever hunter happens to be resting after all of that. where he be. ]
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week two, saturday.
Anyway, hi Jingheng. Welcome to the void where Hunter is petting Mallow like pets are the solution to all their problems. Flapjack is also here. Why are there so many animals in this game.]
... That was bad. Even for hell.
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W2, mon or tues, your pick!
and the curtains open... ]
picks this up and lovingly deposits it on tuesday
bites onto it
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w3, saturday
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w4, monday
anyways. lin jingheng is looking upwards at a counter with a hum, kicking at a couple of the loosed threads and pushpins that probably belong to someone's conspiracy board or whatever.
ours now. anyways. ]
Want to get a better look?
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w4, saturday
sit down quietly next to him. zhanlu is singing very softly on his arm. ]
Hey... how are you after all of that...?
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w5, monday
... Hey.
[ he looks over his shoulder as he pushes the door open further— ] Ice cream?
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week five, friday.
I think we all knew it was gonna keep happening anyway, but...
[Fridays, huh?]
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week five, saturday.
They can run into each other in the planetarium, in the room with the massive projector. Hunter is just sitting here with his knees drawn up to his chest, Flapjack softly warbling at him. But he looks up once he hears Jingheng enter the room, and just... kind of scoots over to make room for him where he's seated. Hi.]
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week six, monday.
Either way, Hunter is watching his own tail wag with a funny look on his face.]
... Haha, weird.
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w6, saturday
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W7, MONDAY
Sir, we have company. It is [ a small tilt of the head and a little dilating of his strange green eyes ] Hunter. You like this one.
[ jingheng just pauses and shuts his eyes because he just. forgot how much zhanlu Talks. he looks over his shoulder and lifts a hand. ]
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week seven, saturday.
... I can't believe we're going to owe Mephisto.
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