open | in a race to make ends meet

[abeautifulgame]

Who: Damien Brenks and YOU.
What: Prompts below!
Where: The Merlaut Apartments, among other places.
When: After the second wave of imprints.
Content Warnings: None.

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That would make more sense. And even if we were meant to fill up the empty books, keeping diary has never really been my cup of tea. [that's a lie. he just usually records his thoughts on his phone, if and when he needs to empty his head a little, and there's no one around to listen]

[ ... he also doesn't want to record his knowledge in a book, because his main area of expertise is hacking, and he really doesn't want to tip that hand, just yet. as far as anyone here knows, so far, he's just a guy, not one of the bad guys, and he wants to keep it that way for awhile]

It doesn't help that I haven't seen any pens around, either. [have you, Wuxian?]

[yinception]

[On the bright side, for if and when it comes out: Wuxian isn't one to judge - not that he knows what hacking is in the first place, but he could form a decent image of it with some minor explanation. It being morally and legally okay or not is less important to him than the intentions behind it, and those targeted.

At that unspoken question, he raises a hand, a little too enthusiastically.]

I have! [And let's say someone told them their name, since.] There were a lot of them in one of the shops.

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[and Damien's eyebrows go up, at that]

There are shops, now? [or were there always shops, and he just didn't notice them or couldn't get to them, with his bad leg? either way, this is news, and interesting news, at that]

[yinception]

M-hm, in the mountain. There are a lot of strange things you can find in the cave at the center of it.

[Taking out his flute, he twirls it between his fingers before poking some of the less familiar items in the apartment with the tasseled end. It's less about expecting anything to happen, and more about having something to occupy his hands. Then something occurs to him, and he looks at his new friend again.]

Ah - I say shops, but it's not like there are things being sold. They're as abandoned-looking as everything else around here. But they do still have some -... [He glances at one of the apartment's more interesting features again.] ... items.

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[and all at once, Damien's interest plummets -- as do his eyebrows. making a face, he turns away from Wuxian, and goes back to poking at things, himself. which mostly involves picking up one of the empty books and leafing through it, idly]

Guess I won't be going shopping any time soon.

[he can't really get to the caves, on his bad leg]

[yinception]

[The mood shift is practically palpable, and Wuxian glances over again.]

Not a fan of caves?

[He may or may not notice that brace, but that doesn't mean that he fully understands the implications of it. There are a lot of things here that are unlike anything Wuxian is used to, if the robes he wears aren't a dead giveaway.

Besides, even if it's only a dislike for caves, Wuxian would understand. He may not especially hate caves, himself, but the things that live in them? Are usually not good.]

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There is that. [but and there's definitely a but coming]

[but, he sets the book back down and turns, taking a few deliberate steps towards Wuxian, his gait heavy, limping. when he pauses again, he drums his fingers on where the brace starts on his thigh, drawing attention to it. maybe he didn't notice the brace in the dark; now he should. maybe he didn't know what the brace was for; now he should]

[but] But mountaineering really isn't my thing, either.

[yinception]

[Wuxian tilts his head a little, looking at the brace. He's curious enough, but even he has his limits - few as they are - and can acknowledge and respect that some things are private, and not to be poked at in the literal or figurative sense. This? Definitely feels like one of those.]

It is a bit of a walk.

[And with that, the topic of this man's "dislike" for caves is over and dealt with, as far as he's concerned.]

If there's anything in particular you're looking for, I can keep an eye out the next time I find myself there. No promises though.

[Mostly because he gets lazy. And sometimes he gets forgetful. There's no lack of good will as such, but whether he does the thing or not depends both on whether it sticks in his brain and on whether he's feeling like putting in the "effort". Still, the latter is a little more likely here, with few things to occupy his time.]

I'm Wei Wuxian, by the way.

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[that is absolutely one of those things, and Damien can't say he doesn't appreciate his discretion. where he's from, a stranger would actively pry, pity, so this is a nice change. being here has been refreshing, in that regard, and he flashes Wuxian a brief smile, that in mind]

If I think of anything, I'll let you know. [he pauses, holds out a hand, at the introduction] And Damien Brenks. [nice to meet you, and all that]