[ good news for ruby: maybe that reflection is just gu yun's hair?
no im kidding. the mirror hall is an overall unpleasant sort of place, but in the hunt for the oracle, no stone goes unturned, and so, here he is. finding the young lady who sounded a little unsure over the communion had been a bit of a surprise, but gu yun's not about to leave anyone be. whether they're small and frail or some sort of battle hardened warrior, if they're not attempting to take his well guarded sand at the moment, he doesn't feel any fear letting someone come by for a truce.
so. he's walking through the hall of mirrors with his right hand on one of the mirrors, gloved fingertips absently touching the surface as they walk, navigating the labyrinth with relative ease. there's a sword at his hip, on the opposite side of ruby, but for now, gu yun doesn't reach for it, letting her grip his armored left forearm if she'd like.
despite his posture - tense, straight backed, like a panther poised to strike at any moment - gu yun's voice is easy and relaxed, like this is a corn maze instead of some sort of mirrored death trap as he answers her question. ]
I don't think we're safe much of anywhere, miss. [ his gaze flicks absently away from her - checking their surroundings, in front, behind, around. for a moment, the dark haired reflection is missed, if only because it walks so, so close to another one just like it. or - at least it appears to go missed?
gu yun doesn't acknowledge it, shows no verbal or visual reaction, but notes it, for now. interesting. very interesting. the conversation stays light. ]
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no im kidding. the mirror hall is an overall unpleasant sort of place, but in the hunt for the oracle, no stone goes unturned, and so, here he is. finding the young lady who sounded a little unsure over the communion had been a bit of a surprise, but gu yun's not about to leave anyone be. whether they're small and frail or some sort of battle hardened warrior, if they're not attempting to take his well guarded sand at the moment, he doesn't feel any fear letting someone come by for a truce.
so. he's walking through the hall of mirrors with his right hand on one of the mirrors, gloved fingertips absently touching the surface as they walk, navigating the labyrinth with relative ease. there's a sword at his hip, on the opposite side of ruby, but for now, gu yun doesn't reach for it, letting her grip his armored left forearm if she'd like.
despite his posture - tense, straight backed, like a panther poised to strike at any moment - gu yun's voice is easy and relaxed, like this is a corn maze instead of some sort of mirrored death trap as he answers her question. ]
I don't think we're safe much of anywhere, miss. [ his gaze flicks absently away from her - checking their surroundings, in front, behind, around. for a moment, the dark haired reflection is missed, if only because it walks so, so close to another one just like it. or - at least it appears to go missed?
gu yun doesn't acknowledge it, shows no verbal or visual reaction, but notes it, for now. interesting. very interesting. the conversation stays light. ]
Is your homeworld full of much magic?