"DON’T TELL ME YOU WENT INTO THE LIQUOR!"
"Tired today… But I actually slept longer than I normally do."
((*RISES FROM THE DEAD*))
Stretching, Tong opened his eyes, sitting up with a wince as his lower back popped loudly. He’d been laying down for quite a while; if anyone caught on that he had wandered off, he was bound for trouble.
The sound of something settling softly on the grass caught his attention, and his pulse leaped as he turned to look. Quickly rising to his feet, his hands drifted to the iron claws dangling from his belt. He hadn’t expected company here - this was the first time he’d seen another person around at this hour, and he didn’t handle surprises well.
"W-what are you doing here?" he stammered, sounding more scared than intimidating. "Who…Who are you?"
The outburst gave him a small chuckle as the man woke up and noted the strategist. A smile came to his lips, as his brown eyes looked over to the rather scared person (to his thought and sound).
But, this was not a battle he wanted. And Boyue wanted to be clear about that very much.
"My apologies my Lord, for startling you. I came here looking for peace as I work, not for battle." yet, he was more than a little willing to at least disarm the individual, "As for who I am, I am Jiang Wei. And yourself?"
"… My Lady?"
Of course, he didn’t know what she meant by her words. It was just a personal reason to keep it long, and to shorten it just didn’t seem right.
"I do not know how I should take such an undeserving compliment…"
" Well take it as a compliment ! you just really look good with that long hair of yours that you seem to manage it almost every single day!"
"It is not at all hard to do… Seeing as I have done it for a good majority of my life. My mother loved my hair long, so I kept it long."
The most dangerous ships of all are the ones where you’re like heh this is kinda cute, I guess I ship it a little.
That’s how it starts man.
That’s how it fucking starts.
The brown gaze focused on the man that spoke with the former strategist of Shu-Han, and defector of Cao-Wei, his hand gingerly rose to remove the several damn arrows that were stuck in his armor, “Wounded, but my legs are not damaged. I can move without assistance.”
Of course… Fighting with a bum shoulder would be a stupid move on his part, but he had little choice on the matter.
Taigong frowned for a moment; this was the man Liu Shan spoke of? Well, he had survived this far, the Mystic had to give him that much. But that was the least of their concerns (or, at least, Taigong’s). The strategist had a slight arrow stuck in his plans now—not that it affected him; just the one almost keeling already.
"Then if you can move, then just remain close.” he sighed. He’d rather not have to babysit a human on the battlefield, but he supposed he got here too late to really complain about it. For now, they had to focus on rescuing the rest of the women held captive—and taking Shuten Doji for themselves.
The arrow was tossed aside, as the sight of more enemies were approaching. He would not know if he could survive while being inhibited with these injuries, but his mind was not damaged, only his shoulder. So long as he could free Lady Xingcai, all will be well enough to die.
Even if this Mystic’s purpose is to save his life from it’s supposed fate.
He moved his spear to his other arm, glad that it was not as heavy as he thought it to be, “Indeed I shall, so long as I am insured the Empress will be freed from her cell.”
"Ah. I have something for you."
Yes. It’s noodles. I think it is the midday meal about now.
"I try not to constantly go into the battlefield, seeing as we would need rest for a moment. And, I am still not done with the plan, so there is hardly a worry of an immediate battle, lest our enemy comes to attack instead."
"As for the notion of you fighting Deng Ai, he is usually in the Front. Unless you wish to be moved from the Front and into the Rear, I can see if I can get it changed with what power I have left."
"And… No. I would rather not have you fight Lord Lu Bu.”
"And what, leave Zhang Yi to take the front lines? Poor guy wouldn’t last a minute out there— well maybe he’d last a minute or two, at least until he slipped and fell on something being as clumsy as he is. No, I’m quite alright friend, it may be a pain fighting on the front lines so much, but I honestly don’t think there is anyone else here that can do so.”
"— Now…what you could do, is you could assign some people to fight along with me on the front lines. Doesn’t have to be anyone particularly amazing, just someone who can take a few dozen arrows in the chest for me inbetween charges, that’d take a load off my mind.”
"He lasts quite well from what I see my friend. Even if he does trip on the ground from time to time, they do seem to avoid some kind of death blow… You two work well together, and your talents are best in the Front."
"As for getting some other men with that same talent, I will look it over first and see what I can do about that. I think getting a general there may help with most of the problem. But I will need to be certain of who I have on the roster."
In spite of all the battles it had seen, the clearing was always beautiful at this time of night; Tong often found himself wandering the three miles away from camp to spend time here, and tonight was no different.
He lay in the grass with his hands resting behind his head, the soft, dry blades prickling against his skin. The moon was waxing, a bright pale crescent in the sky overhead that illuminated the bare circle of ground enclosed by trees - in a place so riddled by war, it was uncharacteristically peaceful.
Tong closed his eyes, blissfully unaware that someone might be close by. What did it matter? He had a moment of peace to himself, and that was all that counted.
The strategist was gazing up into the stars tonight, finding the place he had found a day ago. It was to be a wondrous sight, riffed with an air of calm and tranquility even among such a turbulent time such as now. With the war, the planning of the campaigns, and the deceit within the very halls of Shu-Han, how could he not wander to a sanctuary to just breathe without the ridicule?
Of course, someone else was within such a tranquil area, the strategist was very careful in not alerting the man as he walked towards him and set his scrolls down on the cool grass, a feathered fan accompanying it as well as his spear.
"…You do know so long as I am still drawing breath, I will do all that I can to secure the North."
"And I’ll do all that I can to keep the North safe from Shu’s grasp. I’d say you’d have to wrench it from my cold, dead hands, but I doubt the rest of Wei would be so quick to give it up either."
"I do not expect my former kingdom to allow such things in the first place Lord Guo Huai. So it would have to come to my own death that such a threat is adverted."
angelspearofbenevolence started following WuPrincess
For Han Three Kingdom stood, Shu the kingdom of benevolence yet was it true?…
Her smile found itself upon her face as she notice the male in green, she hurried over to the male not wanting make an man wait or cause any reasons for further conflicts with Wu as Sun Ya’s eyes gaze rested on the Shu’s young strategist. “Hello I’m Sun Ya. how may i help you today?" her words were gentle with no signs of hostility residing secretly within them yet she knew to well to not let her guard down even with an enemy showing sings of hostilities or not.
He was given no clear information on what he was to do within Wu, however the thought that the Kingdom of Shu would try to reforge the alliance once more did seem promising at the very least. But, in truth, Boyue was at a particular loss.
"I thank you for your offering of assistance, Lady Sun, for I believe I do have a need for it," he gave her a light smile before bowing to the Sun, "I am Jiang Wei, it is an honor to meet you."