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(closed) i'm immune to you, you're immune to me
WHO: Ciel and Xishen
WHAT: One Kenoma Martyr lady checking on another
WHERE: Achamoth Citadel, Xishen's room
WHEN: Half an hour-ish after the feast
WARNINGS: Suicide idealization
Back on the Triwaters during the boat trip, Ciel had privately asked Xishen certain questions pertaining to their Shards. Xishen had been very to the point and professional throughout the exchange, cool and collected as she stuck to her facts and left no room for ulterior interpretations.
A complete and total contrast to how she reacted earlier that night, when she went as still as a statue while the Regent roared their laughter out after Childe had made the selfsame suggestion. It was albeit less of a suggestion and more a straight out public damnation, putting her on full blast in front of everyone else seated at the table. It wasn't hard to notice how the other woman hasn't looked up from her plate even once after that exchange, the feast certainly ended up being the longest and most awkward dinner for more than just a few among their numbers.
Childe was naturally the easier one to speak with, as the Harbinger sat next to her at the table and they've already exchanged a few friendly words prior. She went after him first for a check-in, quite aware of the foul mood the entire ordeal had left him. There was always going to be a second stop made, however, and it was after having seen to that "loose end" more or less tied that she sets off to seek out her fellow Martyr.
What is she hoping for, when she already knew there was nothing she could have said or done at that table? She must admit deep down that she still isn't entirely sure, and the Regent's extreme reaction only made matters more confusing overall. She simply knows she must find the other woman, maybe make sure she's okay if nothing else. Thus she only hesitates for a beat once she finds herself in front of the corresponding door, the direction given to her by more than one citadel servant who all knew very well where the only Aion they've served for many years resides.
...There goes.
She knocks on the door twice. No other sound is made, but she does also attempt projecting a probing, seeking feel though "communion" towards her Aion senior, that's what the other woman had referred to the act as aboard the ship. Her free hand rests atop the Shard embedded in her chest, though she has no idea if that'll do any good when taking it out is what's supposed to heighten its sensitivity for whatever ends it may be used for. Ciel herself still isn't certain of the precise steps either, and while she's successfully contacted Xishen the last two times, they were also right next to each other back then. How about now? Will Xishen even accept seeing or 'hearing' her, even if she's present in her room at this very moment?
Only one way to find out.
WHAT: One Kenoma Martyr lady checking on another
WHERE: Achamoth Citadel, Xishen's room
WHEN: Half an hour-ish after the feast
WARNINGS: Suicide idealization
Back on the Triwaters during the boat trip, Ciel had privately asked Xishen certain questions pertaining to their Shards. Xishen had been very to the point and professional throughout the exchange, cool and collected as she stuck to her facts and left no room for ulterior interpretations.
A complete and total contrast to how she reacted earlier that night, when she went as still as a statue while the Regent roared their laughter out after Childe had made the selfsame suggestion. It was albeit less of a suggestion and more a straight out public damnation, putting her on full blast in front of everyone else seated at the table. It wasn't hard to notice how the other woman hasn't looked up from her plate even once after that exchange, the feast certainly ended up being the longest and most awkward dinner for more than just a few among their numbers.
Childe was naturally the easier one to speak with, as the Harbinger sat next to her at the table and they've already exchanged a few friendly words prior. She went after him first for a check-in, quite aware of the foul mood the entire ordeal had left him. There was always going to be a second stop made, however, and it was after having seen to that "loose end" more or less tied that she sets off to seek out her fellow Martyr.
What is she hoping for, when she already knew there was nothing she could have said or done at that table? She must admit deep down that she still isn't entirely sure, and the Regent's extreme reaction only made matters more confusing overall. She simply knows she must find the other woman, maybe make sure she's okay if nothing else. Thus she only hesitates for a beat once she finds herself in front of the corresponding door, the direction given to her by more than one citadel servant who all knew very well where the only Aion they've served for many years resides.
...There goes.
She knocks on the door twice. No other sound is made, but she does also attempt projecting a probing, seeking feel though "communion" towards her Aion senior, that's what the other woman had referred to the act as aboard the ship. Her free hand rests atop the Shard embedded in her chest, though she has no idea if that'll do any good when taking it out is what's supposed to heighten its sensitivity for whatever ends it may be used for. Ciel herself still isn't certain of the precise steps either, and while she's successfully contacted Xishen the last two times, they were also right next to each other back then. How about now? Will Xishen even accept seeing or 'hearing' her, even if she's present in her room at this very moment?
Only one way to find out.