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.
[He pauses. Irene looks up and her little hare nose twitches as she glances over at Xie Lian.]
That sounds quite dark, my dear fellow. Though...I simply can't help but imagining you grabbing a ghost by the neck and flinging it a hundred meters away! Like....hah! [PUNCHING THE AIR!!]
[ of course sholmes is loving this. xie lian seems surprised by the question, though! ] I'll admit, when they spoke of 'spectres', here, that is what I thought might be the case -that they would be like the ghosts and curses of my land.
...I suppose it depends on the type of curse. Some are very powerful; some are very weak. It depends on the amount of resentful energy that brought them upon the land that they wreak havoc on.
[ xie lian's ferret chitters again, tucking his face against his neck, though xie lian's actual expression doesn't change. ]
[ ... he thinks. the answer is soft, solemn as the grave. at least - ]
...I don't believe it would hide itself from me for long.
[ for a moment, xie lian thinks about the pottery he shattered in the courtyard; he reaches up to scratch san lang behind the ear, as he wriggles closer, under xie lian's hand. ]
But, I do think it is unlikely. Nothing we've seen he so far is close to its style.
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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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[He pauses. Irene looks up and her little hare nose twitches as she glances over at Xie Lian.]
That sounds quite dark, my dear fellow. Though...I simply can't help but imagining you grabbing a ghost by the neck and flinging it a hundred meters away! Like....hah! [PUNCHING THE AIR!!]
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[ san lang curls a little closer around xie lian's neck, but, otherwise, just twitches his ears and stays content where he is as xie lian just blasé says he can throw a ghost a mile ] But, yes! Like "hah!"
[ he also punches the air. incredible. ]
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You are a force to be reckoned with, then! Though, I'm surprised ghosts are solid enough to be thrown around.
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[ of course sholmes is loving this. xie lian seems surprised by the question, though! ] I'll admit, when they spoke of 'spectres', here, that is what I thought might be the case -that they would be like the ghosts and curses of my land.
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[He nods.]
Well, tell me. If they are like the ghosts and curses of your land...then how much do we have to worry about?
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...I suppose it depends on the type of curse. Some are very powerful; some are very weak. It depends on the amount of resentful energy that brought them upon the land that they wreak havoc on.
[ xie lian's ferret chitters again, tucking his face against his neck, though xie lian's actual expression doesn't change. ]
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...If I may ask...what's the worst one you've ever encountered?
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san lang stiffens on xie lian's neck, claws curling into the fabric of his coat. ]
...One that we should hope very much would not be involved here.
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[Maybe that's bad! Maybe that's really bad!]
...Would you be able to tell if they were here?
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[ ... he thinks. the answer is soft, solemn as the grave. at least - ]
...I don't believe it would hide itself from me for long.
[ for a moment, xie lian thinks about the pottery he shattered in the courtyard; he reaches up to scratch san lang behind the ear, as he wriggles closer, under xie lian's hand. ]
But, I do think it is unlikely. Nothing we've seen he so far is close to its style.
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