-Arrival- Well this is new..Xue Yang opens his eyes to find himself in a less then comfortable position in an extremely hard bed. Or..tub. Somehow the bed is now a tub. He pushes himself up, trying to work some of the stiffness from his body after being in an awkward position for who knows how long.
Stepping out of it he looks around at the room he has found himself in. He's not entirely sure how he ended up here as a sleep foggy brain tries to make sense of everything. Pushing the door open he walks into the main part of his house, making sure to keep his voice disguised before calling out, "Daozhang? What is going on?" Those around seem startled by the appearance and he certainly doesn't recognize the house or most of them so he strolls right out the door and to the street.
"Daozhang?"
-Toast- Xue Yang has tried over and over again to set the glass in his hand down but it is like it is glued to his hand. He had tried one of the tasty treats and found it to be delightful, but also gave him a need for a drink. When he emptied the glass it refilled and no amount of effort could get the drink to stay empty or get out of his hand.
So now he pouts a little, still eating the dough with one hand while clutching the glass in the other. He doesn't really understand what is going on, but he is starting to get frustrated.
He holds the glass out to whomever happens to pass by. Begrudgingly asking for assistance.
"Get rid of this thing!"
Or demanding assistance...
-Masks- Xue Yang didn't put on one of the masks. Rather he got whipped by someone wearing one. Or at least they tried to and realized quickly what a mistake in judgement they had made. Xue Yang currently has the man on the ground, his foot on his chest, holding him down with a good portion of his weight.
"You clearly don't know who I am or you would have thought twice about what you just did. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be whipped into shape."
He snaps that whip he had stolen from the man against the ground by his head. It's been a long time since he has enjoyed a live plaything.
-Confessions- [Xue Yang is startled when the little box starts dinging at him. At first he threw it across the room in an attempt to silence it. But when that didn't work he finally started playing with it to see what it could do. When the question flashed across it, he looks around..wondering what he is supposed to do with it.]
What the hell are you talking about? Why would anyone like winter?
Xue Yang | Mo Dao Zu Shi
Well this is new..Xue Yang opens his eyes to find himself in a less then comfortable position in an extremely hard bed. Or..tub. Somehow the bed is now a tub. He pushes himself up, trying to work some of the stiffness from his body after being in an awkward position for who knows how long.
Stepping out of it he looks around at the room he has found himself in. He's not entirely sure how he ended up here as a sleep foggy brain tries to make sense of everything. Pushing the door open he walks into the main part of his house, making sure to keep his voice disguised before calling out, "Daozhang? What is going on?" Those around seem startled by the appearance and he certainly doesn't recognize the house or most of them so he strolls right out the door and to the street.
"Daozhang?"
-Toast-
Xue Yang has tried over and over again to set the glass in his hand down but it is like it is glued to his hand. He had tried one of the tasty treats and found it to be delightful, but also gave him a need for a drink. When he emptied the glass it refilled and no amount of effort could get the drink to stay empty or get out of his hand.
So now he pouts a little, still eating the dough with one hand while clutching the glass in the other. He doesn't really understand what is going on, but he is starting to get frustrated.
He holds the glass out to whomever happens to pass by. Begrudgingly asking for assistance.
"Get rid of this thing!"
Or demanding assistance...
-Masks-
Xue Yang didn't put on one of the masks. Rather he got whipped by someone wearing one. Or at least they tried to and realized quickly what a mistake in judgement they had made. Xue Yang currently has the man on the ground, his foot on his chest, holding him down with a good portion of his weight.
"You clearly don't know who I am or you would have thought twice about what you just did. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be whipped into shape."
He snaps that whip he had stolen from the man against the ground by his head. It's been a long time since he has enjoyed a live plaything.
-Confessions-
[Xue Yang is startled when the little box starts dinging at him. At first he threw it across the room in an attempt to silence it. But when that didn't work he finally started playing with it to see what it could do. When the question flashed across it, he looks around..wondering what he is supposed to do with it.]
What the hell are you talking about? Why would anyone like winter?