[this is Jin Guangyao's third trip to the Farther Shores in as many days, and he finds there is plenty here to keep him busy, which means he's likely one of the only people venturing along the beach who seems to be in a decent mood. no sensible person enjoys a crisis, of course, but some people are better suited to managing the logistics of a crisis response than others. this is Jin Guangyao's wheelhouse: a problem to solve, and the knowledge that his skillset can be of use.
so this is what is happening: he is laying a spiritual forbiddance array near a newly created bottleneck in the ice, careful with how much of the precious cinnabar he dispenses to make it work. it will be a short-lived array once the tide comes in, but any break he can provide to the Wakers and the newly arrived Sleepers will mean less time wasted ("wasted") on patching up the injured and more time spent on getting people fed, clothed, and off the boardwalk. ...listen, he's doing a good thing, his capacity for empathy is just wired differently from the average person's, let's move on. anyway, where were we. right, the forbiddance array.
Jin Guangyao has just finished neatly sealing the array when, very suddenly, something lashes itself around one of his ankles and yanks him sharply off his feet before he has the chance to react. he lets out an undignified yelp of shock as his legs go out from under him and he is summarily hauled forward across the sand at a swift clip, his body a tangle of pinwheeling arms and too many layers of cream and gold silk. it's very difficult for him to grab hold of Hensheng's hilt like this, what with sand and ice and--every other disgusting thing that has been washed up onto the beach since the last high tide--getting all over, and inside of, his clothes, and kicked up into his face. this is hell, basically, that's what this is, and if he shouts,]
FUCK--
[once or twice while trying, and failing, to free himself from the grip Ruoye has on his ankle, well, can you really blame him?]
arrival!!
so this is what is happening: he is laying a spiritual forbiddance array near a newly created bottleneck in the ice, careful with how much of the precious cinnabar he dispenses to make it work. it will be a short-lived array once the tide comes in, but any break he can provide to the Wakers and the newly arrived Sleepers will mean less time wasted ("wasted") on patching up the injured and more time spent on getting people fed, clothed, and off the boardwalk.
...listen, he's doing a good thing, his capacity for empathy is just wired differently from the average person's, let's move on.anyway, where were we. right, the forbiddance array.Jin Guangyao has just finished neatly sealing the array when, very suddenly, something lashes itself around one of his ankles and yanks him sharply off his feet before he has the chance to react. he lets out an undignified yelp of shock as his legs go out from under him and he is summarily hauled forward across the sand at a swift clip, his body a tangle of pinwheeling arms and too many layers of cream and gold silk. it's very difficult for him to grab hold of Hensheng's hilt like this, what with sand and ice and--every other disgusting thing that has been washed up onto the beach since the last high tide--getting all over, and inside of, his clothes, and kicked up into his face. this is hell, basically, that's what this is, and if he shouts,]
FUCK--
[once or twice while trying, and failing, to free himself from the grip Ruoye has on his ankle, well, can you really blame him?]