[ xie lian is out for a walk today, enjoying the beach - it's been a long time since he's seen any sort of seashore - so, when he spots sholmes building something, it does catch his curiosity. he's never even seen anyone do anything like this before, so...?
after a moment, he pauses in his walk, and calls out, careful not to startle - ] Excuse me. What are you doing...?
[ san lang is still in ferret form, curled up around his neck, though he does look up curiously at sholmes' creation. ]
[ ah... the corner of his mouth lifts, a little. ]
...Alright. [ and he will come sort of crouch in the sand! xie lian doesn't just plop down. san lang remains around his neck for now, eyeing sholmes's hare. ]
I've never built one of these out of sand, before, so I hope you'll forgive my ignorance on how.
Oh, my dear boy, its elementary. Sand is a particulate substance that binds easily with water. All one needs to do is, well, add water and mold it to one's desires.
[Though he has obvioualy places some sticks within the structure to keep a framework in it.]
[ even at this young age! but wow, this is a very neat activity from this definitely very normal man. xie lian squats down and frowns at his hands for a moment, before starting to build up a little sand pile? he's watching sholmes curiously. ]
And... I've built towers, but - well. There was a game I used to play, when I was much younger, that involved something quite similar, is all.
Mm.... something like that. It would depend on the spot, I suppose.
[ he smiles, though, and the look on xie lian's face shifts to something more nostalgic. ]
It was with golden foils. The goal was simply to build the tallest towers possible - the foils were very delicate, and it takes a very steady hand not to break the or destroy your tower on the spot. I liked it quite a bit when I was little.
xie lian, however, is not sure whether to laugh or cry. ]
Ah, no, not quite. Cultivation is a form of martial arts - it is balancing your physical and mental state to a state of perfection through meditation and training.
Martial arts, you say? That is an interesting term for it, but...the cultivation of one's body instead of a field of crops....hm. I suppose the logic is in order.
It is, but - it is very achievable by anyone who works hard and trains hard!
[ xie lian nods, enthusiastic! he's starting to perk up even further, just talking about cultivation. what a fucking nerd. ] That's part of what makes it wonderful.
[ he's never thought of it that way before, but, sholmes has a point. he can't help it... martial arts are cool...
and, to the goal question, he says - ] For some, to cultivate to immortality. For others, to ascend to godhood. For even others, to show devotion to a god of some kind. I suppose it depends on the cultivator.
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after a moment, he pauses in his walk, and calls out, careful not to startle - ] Excuse me. What are you doing...?
[ san lang is still in ferret form, curled up around his neck, though he does look up curiously at sholmes' creation. ]
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[He's so surprised he puts a whole hand through the tower and it partially collapses!]
.....Oh, dear.
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oops. ]
Aha... erm, my apologies... I didn't mean to startle you.... [ this is a familiar scenario, actually. ] Your poor...was that a tower?
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[And he nods, moving to build it up again.]
Yes, indeed! The tower in town. Would you like to help me build it up?
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...Alright. [ and he will come sort of crouch in the sand! xie lian doesn't just plop down. san lang remains around his neck for now, eyeing sholmes's hare. ]
I've never built one of these out of sand, before, so I hope you'll forgive my ignorance on how.
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[Though he has obvioualy places some sticks within the structure to keep a framework in it.]
Have you ever been to a beach, before?
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[ even at this young age! but wow, this is a very neat activity from this definitely very normal man. xie lian squats down and frowns at his hands for a moment, before starting to build up a little sand pile? he's watching sholmes curiously. ]
And... I've built towers, but - well. There was a game I used to play, when I was much younger, that involved something quite similar, is all.
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[At least he's aware? Also wow I can mobile tag spell words.]
Oh? And what game is that?
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[ he smiles, though, and the look on xie lian's face shifts to something more nostalgic. ]
It was with golden foils. The goal was simply to build the tallest towers possible - the foils were very delicate, and it takes a very steady hand not to break the or destroy your tower on the spot. I liked it quite a bit when I was little.
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[A hum, as he molds some sand into what looks to be a misshapen blob of one of the angels on the tower.]
That sounds like quite a game of patience and skill. Is there a reason you don't play it anymore? Surely age can't be a factor.
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[ oh... is this...well. maybe it's still in progress? he's working hard. xie lian will continue making his very tall tower piece. ]
-- And... well, I simply had other interests. Age is the factor, really, as I no longer had the time or interest to devote to it anymore.
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[A wink.]
But in the case of many adults, I assume it was the power of responsibility that put its iron foot down on such matters?
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[ what is wrong with this child, actually ]
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[He looks almost appalled.]
You threw away your childhood for what? Just because?
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Because, I started to learn how to cultivate, and I fell in love with it.
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[???????]
Crops?
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xie lian, however, is not sure whether to laugh or cry. ]
Ah, no, not quite. Cultivation is a form of martial arts - it is balancing your physical and mental state to a state of perfection through meditation and training.
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[He's nodding to himself.]
Is it difficult, this "cultivation"?
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[ xie lian nods, enthusiastic! he's starting to perk up even further, just talking about cultivation. what a fucking nerd. ] That's part of what makes it wonderful.
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[Patting at the tower of sand.]
What's the goal of it all? To be the best "you" you can be?
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[ he's never thought of it that way before, but, sholmes has a point. he can't help it... martial arts are cool...
and, to the goal question, he says - ] For some, to cultivate to immortality. For others, to ascend to godhood. For even others, to show devotion to a god of some kind. I suppose it depends on the cultivator.
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[That sounds fake, but Sholmes will entertain the young man for now.]
And you? What sort of cultivator are you, in that regard?
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[ like this is normal??????? anyway. he pauses where he's stacking up the tower even taller, glancing down at it, his expression softening.]
... I think, now to just put it to good use. And to help people with it, where I can.
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[Is what he assumes, in that descriptor.]
That's very noble of you. Though, martial arts assumes fighting...are you off fighting criminals for the sake of the innocent?
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[ his expression tightens a little. ] Ghosts and curses.
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