It's not frightening, because frankly, Jiang Cheng has faced worse than a bunch of little puppets. But it's creepy, and he's in a bad enough mood stuck here as-is. The very last thing he needs is a bunch of possessed wooden elves gripping his robes like demented children.
Now, some might, say, try and pry the little fingers free, or maybe jerk on their robes to see if they'll tug loose. Those would be reasonable first options! But it's been a very long few days, and frankly, his patience isn't worth much even on the best of days.
So there's purple lightning flashing repeatedly in that store, over and over; the crack of furniture breaking and fake snow flying everywhere just adds to the chaos. Dare to head inside, and there Jiang Cheng stands, little hands gripping his arm and his legs, while his right hand whips furiously, trying and utterly failing to free himself.
Help him. Or don't!]
III, The One With The Rats;
[Is it hard to fight off rats? Not really, honestly. Or at least, that's what Jiang Cheng had thought. And to be fair, one rat? Not a problem. Hundreds? Mm, a little more so. He's already kicked a few who got a bit too close, which has absolutely endeared him to the local vermin population. And yet while they hiss and snarl as he stands by the entrance, they don't actually cross it.]
Wait-- stop that, don't be stupid.
[Because this person was so obviously going in without a care in the world.]
They can't cross it. They may be bound to this room.
IV, The One With The Food Court;
[Is there anything more depressing than wandering through a food court? Honestly, yes, and it's this: wandering through when you have no cultural context for it, and also everything dusty and old and reeks of a sense of faded cheer. He's particularly disturbed by a beheaded cardboard cutout of a mascot, cheerfully telling him that a hamburger is half off if he makes it a double. Like, is it the worst thing that's ever happened to a man who was tortured? No, but it's creepy.
Still: he needs food, and this seems the best place to start.
Currently he's examining a ketchup packet, solely on the basis that it has a tomato on it, and he'd probably focus on getting some vegetables before he dies of scurvy. That said: he's particularly dubious that anything could last so long, so . . . . hm. Perhaps he should wait. Perhaps he should exercise caution. Perhaps he should--
Ohp, nope, he's just tugging it open roughly and now there's ketchup all over his hands.]
Shit!
Other;
[Feel free to assume CR! And make some shit up, it's a tdm, nothing's canon, let's go nuts.]
Jiang Cheng | The Untamed
[Hey, fuck this though!
It's not frightening, because frankly, Jiang Cheng has faced worse than a bunch of little puppets. But it's creepy, and he's in a bad enough mood stuck here as-is. The very last thing he needs is a bunch of possessed wooden elves gripping his robes like demented children.
Now, some might, say, try and pry the little fingers free, or maybe jerk on their robes to see if they'll tug loose. Those would be reasonable first options! But it's been a very long few days, and frankly, his patience isn't worth much even on the best of days.
So there's purple lightning flashing repeatedly in that store, over and over; the crack of furniture breaking and fake snow flying everywhere just adds to the chaos. Dare to head inside, and there Jiang Cheng stands, little hands gripping his arm and his legs, while his right hand whips furiously, trying and utterly failing to free himself.
Help him. Or don't!]
III, The One With The Rats;
[Is it hard to fight off rats? Not really, honestly. Or at least, that's what Jiang Cheng had thought. And to be fair, one rat? Not a problem. Hundreds? Mm, a little more so. He's already kicked a few who got a bit too close, which has absolutely endeared him to the local vermin population. And yet while they hiss and snarl as he stands by the entrance, they don't actually cross it.]
Wait-- stop that, don't be stupid.
[Because this person was so obviously going in without a care in the world.]
They can't cross it. They may be bound to this room.
IV, The One With The Food Court;
[Is there anything more depressing than wandering through a food court? Honestly, yes, and it's this: wandering through when you have no cultural context for it, and also everything dusty and old and reeks of a sense of faded cheer. He's particularly disturbed by a beheaded cardboard cutout of a mascot, cheerfully telling him that a hamburger is half off if he makes it a double. Like, is it the worst thing that's ever happened to a man who was tortured? No, but it's creepy.
Still: he needs food, and this seems the best place to start.
Currently he's examining a ketchup packet, solely on the basis that it has a tomato on it, and he'd probably focus on getting some vegetables before he dies of scurvy. That said: he's particularly dubious that anything could last so long, so . . . . hm. Perhaps he should wait. Perhaps he should exercise caution. Perhaps he should--
Ohp, nope, he's just tugging it open roughly and now there's ketchup all over his hands.]
Shit!
Other;
[Feel free to assume CR! And make some shit up, it's a tdm, nothing's canon, let's go nuts.]