[ Tech raises a brow when Wuxian begins his story about a sword. Really? He's going to name him after his sword? Does he expect him to be some kind of ancient weapon? But as the story goes on, it makes more sense. And by the end of it, a smile curves on his lips. He can appreciate Wuxian being a cheeky bastard, even in the past. ]
Suibian, huh? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. And sounds good coming off the tip of your tongue. [ It might sound even better if Wuxian was screaming it -- but ahem. Tech won't say that aloud. ]
I assume the sword served your past self well...
[ He tilts his head curiously. ]
Are you able to fight with a sword now? I mean, do you think you'd retain the muscle memory from the past? Kinda like with the flute?
It seemed to but then apparently he gave up a piece of himself which made him unable to use it. Or...well I guess he could still use it but for some reason it wasn't as effective? I don't know...one of those complicated parts of the memories that was hard to understand.
[But could probably get cleared up if he asked one of the those people who apparently knew that former version of himself. Might be something to consider. Since...he has the sword here and has just been hiding it in his room.]
I've never actually tried to use it. didn't want to cut my own leg off or something. The flute's name is Chenqing. It means something like...setting forth one's thoughts and explaining one's actions.
[He won't even pretend he understands all of that. Suibian is much more his style. But he figures it has a lot to do with the mental state the other him was in at the time. And from what he has seen...it wasn't a very good mental state.]
Sounds like you got a complicated past, don't you?
[ He eyes the back of Wuxian's head with a smile before resettling in to be big spoon, nuzzling close. ]
You'll make sense of it all, though. This place is probably going to fucking force you to come to terms with it one way or another. I hope when you do, you find wholeness. Because I fucking know what it's like to have memories lost to you and only know fragments. Fucking blows.
[ He perks up a bit. ]
But hey -- maybe if we drop some hallucinogens sometime, you might be able to see visions. Trippy shit from the past. Just gotta make sure you're in the most fucking relaxed mental state cause that shit can get fucked up real quick.
[ Drugs aren't the BEST solution, but they tend to be Tech Boy's solution.... ]
Well, yeah. I don't blame you one fucking bit. Present is good. Future is even better.
[ Despite the high of the cocaine, the way his blood pumps and heart races -- Tech can't help but feel so incredibly relaxed holding Wuxian like this. No cares in the world, no concerns -- just a body close to his as the world passes them by. ]
The future is progress. It's a day closer to the next big thing -- it's what I exist for. Technology's never going to be this static thing, it's always changing one day to the next.
[ It can be an exhausting way to live, but it's the only way he knows. ]
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Suibian, huh? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. And sounds good coming off the tip of your tongue. [ It might sound even better if Wuxian was screaming it -- but ahem. Tech won't say that aloud. ]
I assume the sword served your past self well...
[ He tilts his head curiously. ]
Are you able to fight with a sword now? I mean, do you think you'd retain the muscle memory from the past? Kinda like with the flute?
[ Pause. ]
Does your flute have a name, too?
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[But could probably get cleared up if he asked one of the those people who apparently knew that former version of himself. Might be something to consider. Since...he has the sword here and has just been hiding it in his room.]
I've never actually tried to use it. didn't want to cut my own leg off or something. The flute's name is Chenqing. It means something like...setting forth one's thoughts and explaining one's actions.
[He won't even pretend he understands all of that. Suibian is much more his style. But he figures it has a lot to do with the mental state the other him was in at the time. And from what he has seen...it wasn't a very good mental state.]
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[ He eyes the back of Wuxian's head with a smile before resettling in to be big spoon, nuzzling close. ]
You'll make sense of it all, though. This place is probably going to fucking force you to come to terms with it one way or another. I hope when you do, you find wholeness. Because I fucking know what it's like to have memories lost to you and only know fragments. Fucking blows.
[ He perks up a bit. ]
But hey -- maybe if we drop some hallucinogens sometime, you might be able to see visions. Trippy shit from the past. Just gotta make sure you're in the most fucking relaxed mental state cause that shit can get fucked up real quick.
[ Drugs aren't the BEST solution, but they tend to be Tech Boy's solution.... ]
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[He's already seen enough violence and death in these memories then he has seen in most movies.]
You make it sound fun and yet awful all at the same time. I'm not sure I want to see those memories that badly. I much prefer the present.
[And being curled up in bed with someone and with a high is a pretty good way to live in his opinion.]
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[ Despite the high of the cocaine, the way his blood pumps and heart races -- Tech can't help but feel so incredibly relaxed holding Wuxian like this. No cares in the world, no concerns -- just a body close to his as the world passes them by. ]
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[He doesn't usually think too far ahead or try to figure out what the future will hold. Especially in a place like this.]
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[ It can be an exhausting way to live, but it's the only way he knows. ]
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[Because they have already experienced a significant decline in technology on this world instead.]
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It has to...
[ Because if it doesn't, that might mean he'll cease to be... ]
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I wouldn't worry. I have a feeling the technology will come back strong. Once Lucifer is stronger I bet everything becomes bigger and brighter.