( open ) February catch-all

[diabolique]

⌛ Who: Wei Wuxian, Wen Kexing, Ouyang, Henry Silver AND YOU!
⌛ What: February catch-all
⌛ When: February
⌛ Where: various
⌛ Warnings: will be added to threads as needed

Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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Ouyang
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Henry Silver

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General Ouyang

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𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 (ota)

Though he isn’t the General of the Prince of Henan’s armies in this place, he still values his status as a warrior. He may not look it at first glance, being quite a short and slight man, but he didn’t become a general by being weak or favored. And pride won’t let him forget himself just because this place is soft and gentle.

So he practices, every day, going through the motions to block, defend, and attack with the sword. He has a favorite spot: a clearing in a park. It doesn’t bother him if others see him. In fact, he chose a public place in hopes of luring out a sparring partner or two.

𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑎𝑦 (closed to Runyu & Mingye)

It doesn’t take long for Ouyang to pack up the room he’s been living out of. His belongings could fit in one small bag. He has only clothes and his armor. The garments he packs neatly, the armor he dons for his walk to his new home. What a sight he must seem in his gleaming, mirror-bright armor, sword at his hip, bow on his back, and a box clutched in his hands. Whatever stares he might get, he ignores.

Today is a happy day. Today he moves in with his two most beloved people. Ouyang knocks politely and, once he’s inside, begins the process of stripping out of the armor. It was easier to wear it than to carry or pack the many pieces that comprise it. He’s careful in storing it; though it’s not needed in Nippon, Ouyang treasures it.

“Thank you both for having me.”

𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎 (ota)

He hasn’t been much of a social creature since arriving. Things are different now and Ouyangfeels different. Maybe it has something to do with affairs in his personal life or the move into a new space, but he feels refreshed. Which sends him out exploring areas he’s yet to see. Which, in turn, brings him to the Antenna America restaurant. He’s less interested in the fruity cakes and strange food than trying the beer. He seems in a good mood, maybe you should join him for a drink.

Moving Day

[reliesondirtytricks]

Mingye did not do nerves. Or, if he did, they were normally of the good variety and not the bad. Like the first time that he'd allowed Runyu to take him. It had been just them for what seemed like forever and now they were adding another. Someone that they'd both fallen in love with. He didn't really think that was possible, not if he was being honest with himself. It was definitely a learning experience. Knowing that it was alright to love more than one man.

Ouyang was special to them both. Someone to be loved, cherished, and coveted. A strong, handsome, warrior. Someone that he would fight for if it came down to it. So, knowing that the other was on his way it takes a lot for him not to pace. Or to shift. The last thing he needed was something painful.

When their warrior does knock he uses his dark energy to pull open the door and his smile brightens a bit more seeing Ouyang. Sure, he could just pull the other to him like he did before, but he doesn't. He wants Ouyang to be comfortable.

So, there's a softness to Mingye's features even as he moves over to Ouyang," I'm going to kiss you." It was much like when they'd been under the tree, when the other's cat features started showing. He gives Ouyang an out even as he leans in to press lips against his. Of course, he also moves back a bit to allow Runyu to greet their handsome warrior too.

[dragonrising]

Compared to the vibrating energy of Mingye, Runyu was calm and collected. Just smiling as he enjoyed watching his lover while they waited together for the other. At the knock, he laughed softly before rising to his feet and letting Mingye greet him first. Then he stepped forward himself to gently tease him first.

"You live here, Ya'er. You don't have to knock anymore."

Then he cupped his face so he too could kiss him. Pulling back, he looked down at the armor. For a moment it pained him just because it reminded him of Xufeng but he kept those feelings to himself as he lifted his gaze back up.

"Here. I'll help."

Stepping behind him, Runyu moved to help carefully take the valuable pieces off of him.

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It's so strange to be in a place that feels lived in. As indicated by his sparse belongings, Ouyang didn't care much for anything beyond the necessities. Even in his homeland, he kept his household as minimal as possible. There was also the awkward fact that he had been among some of the slaves assigned to his household before he reached his rank.

Ouyang smiles warmly at Mingye, nodding and leaning in to accept the kiss. That same smile graces Runyu before their lips meet, too. Such a warm welcome, how could he not feel like he belonged with these men?

At Runyu's offer, he pulls the length of his hair over his shoulder to make the fastens more accessible. Even in pulled up in a topknot, his hair hangs well below his waist. Before he begins to help (as he won't just leave Runyu to divest him), he reaches out to brush his fingers lightly along Mingye's arm. He already feels at home.

"Thank you. I hope it will not be in the way."

[reliesondirtytricks]

There's a softness to Mingye's smile as he watches the two people he cares about most kiss. Ouyang had become a very important part of their lives and he's not sure he could ever see it any other way. Which probably made it even more hilarious considering their animal sides.

He lets Runyu help their cat out of his armor so it can be put up and placed aside, out of the way. However, he also feels those fingers trail down his arm, and that smile of his brightens. The fact that Ouyang could casually touch him like that was a big step. Sure, they'd had the erotic dream together and had done... well, things they never would have, but this was real. It was also good.

"It won't be in the way. What're your favorite colors, Ouyang?"

There's almost, almost a hint of amusement to his tone.

"And would you like some tea? A-Yu has every type of tea possible in this place."

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"Not every kind."

Studying the armor, he noted the various pieces then waved a hand to create an armor stand at an emptier part of the room. Blue magic wove its way there and soon what was needed for storing the armor, as well as displaying the beauty of it, was available to them. Satisfied, he returned to helping Ouyang out of it until his lover was more comfortable before helping to carry the pieces over to be displayed.

"Just a fair few."

But his smile did say he enjoyed how Mingye kept teasing him about his tea habit.

Sparring

[jinlingers]

Jin Ling has slacked off in training since arriving in Nippon and he really should get back in the swing of things -- though, no one has really been pushing him to do it. Still... maybe it would help calm his mind.

He has Suihua on him and he comes across Ouyang in the park. He stands to the side, watching him and his technique. It's similar to what he knows but different.

He considers joining him but isn't totally sure if the other wants a sparring partner and he doesn't want to speak and distract him.

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Of course, Ouyang notices the young man when he arrives. What sort of general would he be if he didn't have at least that much awareness of what's going on around him? He didn't let the boy distract, though. No, Ouyang continued through the patterns of his exercise until they were completed to his satisfaction.

Without looking to Jin Ling, he simply asks, "Do you plan to practice or not?"

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"I wasn't sure if you wanted a partner," Jin Ling answers simply but then he gracefully unsheathes Suihua, tilting his head.

"You're technique is a bit different from what I am accustomed to."

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Something that might be mistaken for a grin curls one corner of his lips upward. It's one of few things that brings Ouynag joy: the martial arts he worked so hard to master.

"It's Mongolian," he explained as he readies himself to spar.

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"Mongolian," Jin Ling repeats, not something he's familiar with. He lifts his sword and holds the sheath in the opposite hand as he usually would. He decides perhaps he should try and hold back some when it came to skills and abilities that came along with being a cultivator. The way the other fought was different after all.

Sparring except not

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang watches with no intention of trying to spar the general. He fans himself idly as he watches from the shade. What an exquisite man. He admires him and the grace of his movements, the strength. While he didn't have any interest in training himself he could very much enjoy the beauty of others who are meant for the sword or saber.

He claps, playfully, when it seems Ouyang is winding down.

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Those dark eyes shoot a scathing glare. Yes, the martial arts can be lovely, but entertainment is not their purpose. Ouyang sheaths his sword and stares the other man down, daring him to speak, to explain himself with just a look.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang is amused at the glare he receives and returns to fanning himself, eyes remaining on him.

"You move very well."

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"As any warrior should," he retorts dryly.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang shrugs and he smirks. "You must be a very good warrior, although, not only warriors can move well."

Antenna

[konohamaru]

They appear to cross paths again incidentally. Esen has been trying not to invade Ouyang's space, not reaching out and requesting his presence. It's been very difficult for him, trying to navigate this new place, the new revelations and not being able to reach out to the only person he knows who he's depended on for his whole life honestly.

He hesitates when he sees Ouyang, should he leave quietly or chance breaching the space that he's been giving him. His brows are furrowed as he tries to figure out what the best choice is here.

Of course, he stands out, so it would be easy for Ouyang to see him before he has a chance to make a decision either way.

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How could he not notice Esen? The man is like the sun, unmistakable and brilliant. His very presence fills the empty spaces of a room. Something akin to a smile curls his lips and he waves the man over. Surely they could share a drink and converse like civilized people?

[konohamaru]

Esen's eyes light up as the other beckons him with a wave. He makes his way over and settles down happily.

"My general," he greets.

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There's an ease on his face that isn't usual and a teasing note in his voice when he replies with, "My Lord." He's dressed in his usual earthy blues and greens, without any armor (a thing that took some time for Ouyang to get used to). "Will you drink with me?"

Sparring

[prince_of_the_moon]

The park suits him better than the strange buildings. Why must humans cut down so many trees for their ugly architecture? Even after being around one, there are still so many things he doesn't understand about men.

He is resting against a tree, watching Ouyang through slit lids. The wind occasionally ruffles the fur on his shoulder, but otherwise he doesn't move.

"Why do you fight?"

Does this man know something he doesn't? Sesshomaru's voice isn't loud, but it carries, the deep tone rumbling ominously. He has been searching for the gods of this place, but thus far, he has been unsuccessful.

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He hears the words but doesn't stop his practice. Ouyang continues to form the patterns of attack and defense, as fierce as if he were actually crossing swords with another. It isn't until he's finished the familiar routine and sheathed his sort that he casts his dark gaze on the other.

"I am a soldier."

[prince_of_the_moon]

Being ignored doesn't impress him. Sesshomaru closes his eyes as if bored with the display, though, secretly, he is impressed by Ouyang's determination and focus. He doesn't move until he hears the other speak, his head tilting as he opens his eyes again.

"I see no war."

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"Not here. Not now." But in his home, there was nearly perpetual war, what with the Mongols being greedy for all the land they could conquer. "There is no reason to let myself grow fat and soft for lack of war."