Thistle and Weeds

[dishevelment]

Who: Cosmic Indulgence, Junkyard Carnival, their friends, and YOU
What: Things have changed in recent weeks, personally and professionally. People need to meet. Things need to be discussed
When: Latter part of March
Where: All around Vista City
Warnings: Carnies, Squalo, etc. Things get wild with these guys.



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[dishevelment]

[Blandly:]

It seems I've been impaled by a javelin during my lifetime in Three Kingdoms Era China.

[It was a....gross oversimplification, but he didn't even know where to begin describing the nature of what he was seeing in his dreams without the obvious comparisons-- even if he knew in his gut that his 'country' was definitly not Ancient China.]

[traumatizing]

Okay... [That's. Not a small thing to have happen to you.] How are you so calm about this?

[dishevelment]

[No, it's not....but neither is a lot of other things that he recalls. Koumei just sighed, and reached up to start twisting his thick locks of hair around his fingers.]

That's a long story, [he said at length.] Suffice to say, holding a rank in an Empire that has spent generations fighting in some war, some where, makes you expect an assassination attempt at some point.

I can't say I'm happy about it, but there's nothing that can be done, either. Worrying over things that are impossible to change does nothing for anyone.

[traumatizing]

You know you're allowed to not be okay, right? [He says hypocritically.] You can freak out a little. I mean, it sounds like you're dealing with a lot here.

[dishevelment]

Why do you think I've been locked in my room, Terry? Finding the memories of an ancient prince and military tactician in your own mind is quite a thing to deal with on it's own. And the things that were done in that country...

[His expression darkened, momentarily flickering with frustration and anger. His hands shook in his hair, even as he kept his lips pressed in a firm line as he kept his own feeling at bay.]

Let me say this: Lesedi Santiago's actions are tame in comparison to what I've seen in my mind.

[traumatizing]

Jesus.

[Okay. He's seen some shit, evidently. Some horrible and confusing shit. They all have, though Terry suspects his own memories are nothing compared to Koumei's. This isn't a contest though, Terry sighs softly and reaches out to put a hand on Koumei's arm in a gesture he hopes is at least a little reassuring.]

You know you don't need to deal with this alone, right?

[dishevelment]

...I know, [he said, looking away almost shamefully. Most of his reasons for staying quiet were to prevent others from worrying over him, but it seems to have had the opposite effect.]

I simply didn't think most people here would get it. Especially knowing that your King was here, only to realize it long after he had been fired from the other label.

[traumatizing]

Your King? [Terry frowns.] Someone you knew was in Virgo?

[dishevelment]

Yes-- my older brother. Hongyan Lian of Old Dirt Road and Hue & Cry. Also called Ren Kouen, First Imperial Prince and rightful Heir to the Throne.