Xiahou Dun Yuanrang (
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Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
who. Xiahou Dun and anyone.
what. Dun's been busy doing some renovation work, but it's not for his homethank goodness.
where. A four bedroom apartment somewhere in Zeta District.
when. Any time during the last week.
warnings. Xiahou Dun is an extremely bad tempered man and nothing sets him off like jabs to his one eye. Characters can poke him about it but he may react violently and hostilely.
Any one going by a certain four room apartment will have noticed over the course of the week a one-eye man bringing pieces of scrap metal and wood salvaged from other areas of the Zeta District to the place. There's a lot of sounds coming from the place too; hammering, chopping, sawing. He comes in from morning till night, always leaving the place locked when he's done. But all locks can be picked, and while he's a silent worker he can be approached and questions can be asked.
((OOC: You can approach Dun when he's bringing in new materials, knock on the door to ask what's going on, or even try and break-in into the place. If you'd like to break-in, please contact me and we'll iron out details.))
what. Dun's been busy doing some renovation work, but it's not for his home
where. A four bedroom apartment somewhere in Zeta District.
when. Any time during the last week.
warnings. Xiahou Dun is an extremely bad tempered man and nothing sets him off like jabs to his one eye. Characters can poke him about it but he may react violently and hostilely.
Any one going by a certain four room apartment will have noticed over the course of the week a one-eye man bringing pieces of scrap metal and wood salvaged from other areas of the Zeta District to the place. There's a lot of sounds coming from the place too; hammering, chopping, sawing. He comes in from morning till night, always leaving the place locked when he's done. But all locks can be picked, and while he's a silent worker he can be approached and questions can be asked.
((OOC: You can approach Dun when he's bringing in new materials, knock on the door to ask what's going on, or even try and break-in into the place. If you'd like to break-in, please contact me and we'll iron out details.))
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He gave Kengo a serious look; apart from the self-esteem issues, Kengo has proven himself a well-intentioned, responsible and skilled young man. It would be too much to require him to enter field work at this moment, not when he is still in need of time to heal from his emotional wounds. But perhaps a job that did not require actual interaction with the harsh reality of Omega; it's always one thing to read about it, another thing to see it with one's own eyes. There's an emotional distance.
Dun doesn't like giving people the short way out of things, but he reasons it out that one day Kengo would be ready.
"As a matter of fact, I am currently planning a neighbourhood watch for the Zeta district with some of my allies. I have a list of potential members, but I only know one who is good with technology and machinery.
It would honour me if you would accept."
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"I'll help you with whatever you need, but..." Kengo hesitated for a few moments, trying to choose his words. "I want to learn to fight. I'm not a strong fighter. I probably never will be, but I want to try. I'll work slowly if I have to, if you have the patience to deal with me."
He took another breath, squirming uncomfortably and finally returning to his work after rubbing at his face with his sleeve again. "I still don't know what your name is."
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Now that Kengo mentions it, Dun realises that he hasn't introduced himself. Normally he wouldn't have much to do with young teens unless they were in his army unit, and even if they weren't most people knew him by name that he never really had to bring it up. "It doesn't mean anything here, but when I was a man of standing in society people respected the name of Xiahou Dun."
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The name made him pause, wondering if he'd ever heard it before, but a few seconds of contemplation made him realize that he couldn't recall anything specifically. "You said you were a general. Would you tell me when and where you're from? I'm curious about our cultural differences." And the outfit. ... and the weapons. It seemed as though Dun's style was similar to the Sengoku era, but his name wasn't Japanese and nothing was quite close enough.
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He stopped and sighed; a brief and rare moment of pessimism. "I am far from my home, both in miles and in years. It was the year 209 when I last saw a familiar face."
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"That's around the Three Kingdoms era, isn't it? Wei, Shu, and Wu..." Of course, Kengo thought to censor himself only after he started talking, realizing that he might be getting things a bit out of order. Spoiling the future for the other with something, no matter how small, might not be the best idea. "I don't know a lot about the time period, but the Han Empire is viewed highly in the time I come from. A significant part of my country's written language is based on yours."
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"My own time is more than a thousand years later than yours, so my knowledge of where you come from isn't thorough. ... aside from that, China's history tends to be romanticized in my culture, so I'm sure there are some details I'd get wrong." At this point, he felt like he was just making excuses to try and recover from the slight.
Rather than keep rambling, Kengo settled for deeply bowing his head in apology. "... I'm sorry."