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by ruse » Tue Sep 30, 2025 5:33 am
i'd like to explore!
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day: 5
location 1: the embassy
location 2: the fountain
response: going to the exact same locations as yesterday bc the markets are closed smh
space Another day of lonely, crestfallen sights awaited Shuò, but this, of course, pleasured him. He unfortunately did meet a few fables yesterday, but the ballroom murder had seemed to diluted their spirits, so their conversations were not long as usual (author's note: look at how this man casually categorizes all Faerendell fables as strangely talkative).
Shuò planned on visiting the library again today, to resume his studies on Faerendell's magic. While he had enjoyed his time in Faerendell for the most part, he did not see himself staying here for too long. As a god, he had to reunite with his people. Knowing the limits of his people, he assumed they, by now, were struggling to keep up with his workload. Even perhaps realizing the exact weight of the workload of their god emperor had, and how elegantly and easily he completed his work everyday.
They would feel more reverence for him, which he obviously enjoyed, but this enjoyment paled in comparison to the joy he felt when seeing his people flourish under his thumb. As the image tugged at him, Shuò sighed slightly and continued reading.
Stormire had a great numbers of books that had lent him knowledge the past few days, but, as he paged through one book on the divisions of magic types, he felt the limit of the knowledge he could gain here. He had put in many hours of work—today and most of the past week—studying the world Faerendell, but he still felt his knowledge was subpar. Shuò thought that Feyllune's academic libraries would offer him more specific information on the magic of this world. House Eldemar's information database also offered him much, but not enough. As he continued reading, Shuò began to finalize his plans for the remainder of the day.
At noon, he would set off to the embassy again, looking to be entertained after a monotonous study session. Anesse of House Virellian he met there yesterday; her anxious flames and dark expression flickered in his mind. She had brought up the possibility of other Faerendell natives suspecting him of Lórien's murder, but Shuò was not upset by this. It was at once reasonable and thrilling to him.
If there were many nosy outworlders who continued going out day after day in spite of an ongoing murder investigation, it would be reasonable to suspect them—more so if they picked up the remnant of a supposed poison like Shuò did. And Shuò knew that he was a suspicious individual without doing anything. He was quiet, intelligent, and rational, but the shadow of immorality clung just slightly to the fabrics he wore.
Shuò also wanted to see the fountain again today, in hopes it would be more quiet today than yesterday. When in melancholy, living beings tended to go to peaceful areas to wash away their negative thoughts. He felt there was a tangible hope that he would meet someone at the Wellspring who would confirm his theories, or at least offer information about Faerendell magic on their own. But, alternatively, if there was no one there today, he would be almost too pleased.
He wished to go to the markets too, specifically legally. The appeal of the markets were their vendors and customers, so going there illegally would obviously deprive him of that. A specific "vendor" came to mind again, though not the native Faerendell vendor from yesterday. Someone with eyes that glowed like a flame. If it had seemed that this man had haunted Shuò's thoughts, that could not be farther from the truth—Shuò was actively conjuring him in his mind in his absence. Shuò had often seen this man act as a merchant, so he yearned to see him on a different side, as a curious customer. A traveler without the physical weight of a cart, nor the subconscious weight of his fears and doubts (though this second part was very much wishful thinking from Shuò). This festival's past glory would have suited that man so well ... his warm, rusted colors set against the blues of Sundering Day's festivities. But now, the blue decor seemed almost sad to Shuò.
space If (imaginary) Gong Wu had wished him to, Shuò would have been more active in resolving this murder mystery, though he had little affection for the actual fable who "died." Lórien's name and identity Shuò knew on account of his personal pride of knowing notable characters, but Shuò honestly felt both little pain and pleasure about Lórien's "death."
As Shuò was now, Shuò saw the murder as a mystery that would unravel itself without his active support. In Shuò's mind, one need only to pull slightly at the strings tying Lórien's corpse together, to see how flimsily they had tried to hide the actual identity of the corpse.
... Would Gong Wu have smiled at him if Shuò solved the mystery for him? Shuò walked carefully toward the embassy, with this daydream by his side.
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