shiftingwinds | [7rings] catchall for steven

Well, we don't have television where I'm from, but honestly...

[she taps her chin with her fan.]

It doesn't sound all that different from my work for the Heavenly Emperor.

Oh, hm. Action adventure plot? [ A little more generic. ]

What do you do, for him?

Well, whatever he asks of me, really. Who could turn down the Heavenly Emperor, after all? One time, I—

[...she won't get the chance to explain. at least, not with words. but steven will be able to see it as their surroundings shift into the stone corridor of a memory, featuring shi qingxuan's male form in a ragged purple silk dress (from a disguise).

it's, uh, it's a lot! when they come out of the memory, she finishes her sentence, sounding a little stunned.]

...went to go and rescue Ming-xiong...

[ I gotta tell you, the "Lord Windmaster pulled out his fan from Who Knows Where", "OOOoOOooOoOHHhHHHHHHH!!", and "This was absolutely unacceptable." put me in the fucking ground

Steven blinks, though, as the memory floods through him. It's detailed and it's a lot, and it leaves him a little winded having all of that be input into his brain in one moment, and it takes him a short second to get his bearings. That was the longest memory he'd received yet that day. ]

Ah -- was that... your memory? [ He didn't see Shi Qingxuan in it as he recognizes her here, but that figure and appearance was undeniable regardless of gender. ]

[i don't have the words to describe how much i love this novel, lowe. it makes me so happy.]

...ahaha, yes. [she pouts] I was just going to summarize it for you! There was no need for you to see everything! My goodness... What is with this place...

[she's supposed to act dignified in front of mortals! it's fine for her to be a mess in front of other gods, like the one in her memory. but she has a reputation to uphold!

(that reputation was already in tatters when she showed up hungover to an execution.)]

[ That reputation was in tatters the literal first day when the first and only thing you did was beeline towards the bar and start drinking like a madman. ]

Really inconvenient effect, isn't it? Or, well, convenient if it happens to show exactly what you were thinking of. [ He seems to get his bearings back. ]

...A rather wild adventure you had, very... dungeon-like.

[fair and valid.]

Well, that's Crimson Rain Sought Flower for you... he really is good at mind games...

[sulks]

But he's a good friend to His Highness.

...We all just have one of those crazy people all around us, huh?

[ He laughs, just a little. ]

I don't have anyone testing me, but there is one man in my peripheral who's just known for causing shit. By accident.

Oh, is that so?

[she's curious... she wants to know...]

Yeah...

[ He was smiling, but look at him. It looks like the soul has immediately left his eyes even as he just thinks about this man. ]

His name is Blitz T. Abrahms. But everyone calls him "Lucky" Abrahms.

Take a guess why?

[oh no]

Hmm... he soaks up all the good luck in a room, and everyone else is stuck with bad luck?

Bingo.

[ SHE GOT IT RIGHT ON THE NOSE. And right when he says that, Shi Qingxuan is going to get. An INCREDIBLE memory. Of Hellsalem's Lot, an Otherworld-integrated version of New York, going into ABSOLUTE CHAOS. Cars are crashing, an airplane fell. A wild monster suddenly passed out in the middle of the sky and fell down on top of a restaurant, crushing the building. Pipes back up and explode, cracking asphalt, flooding streets. Steven watches as a bunch of debris just rams into a white-haired shithead of a man next to him, who is left standing there looking absolutely stunned as a stream of blood pours out of a fragment of concrete stuck in his forehead, comically.

And then across the street, one rather normal-looking man in the midst of this, completely unscathed, waving happily.

"Long time no see!" he says, like everything around him is normal... ]

This sort of luck is just unnatural.

Yeah. We can usually tell when he's arrived in town because there'll be some kind of several series of natural and unnatural disasters.

Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate, back there.

No kidding. And even worse is that Abrahms only shows up when he really has to -- meaning, we need an outside, more experienced voice in on the matter.

[ You know they only call a guy like THAT when they REALLY have to. Also he's totally just being disrespectful by not calling him by his first name or Mr. Abrahms or anything but it's fine, he can't hear him. ]

[oof. even worse, indeed. you know a situation is bad when the bad luck that follows that guy is worth whatever else he's bringing to the table.]

My, does that happen often?

Oh Christ, no. I finally got to fuck off and stay away from Abrahms when we ended up settling in Hellsalem's Lot, you know how many times I've probably narrowly avoided death just by standing next to that guy?

We definitely make him stay away from us if we can help it.

Ahaha, that sounds like the safer way to do things!

[

lonely for abrahms, though.]

[ Trust me. That man is FINE. ]

Yeah. And that's just one of the people we're associated with... there's a whole slew of guys like him. Less accidentally destructive, at least.

An eccentric group of people... [she laughs] Sounds like the heavens to me!

Haha, that's too much flattery for me. We're nothing like anything that could be in the heavens.

You'd be surprised! We gods were mortals once, you know. Humans are a lot more similar to us than you all think.

Well, that's just another difference between gods of your world and mine, I suppose. [ Haha. ]

No shade to you, but I think I'd hate to become a god.

It's not for everyone. You should be whatever you want to be, anyway.

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