[ A familiar face peers out from the tower's window. He recognizes this princess' words. "Please come and save me," is, in fact, correct. Yet Hong Lu's following questions give Yi Sang pause. He studies the tower, noting there is not an entrance to be seen. Nor does it seem like anything hostile could climb all the way up to the single window. The building's walls are smooth, save for the occasional stone jutting out, but it's not nearly enough for anything to scale the surface. ]
...presumably, you are to be rescued from the tower itself.
[ If there were stairs or any other means for this princess to leave the tower, surely he would have done so by now?
And... as for what he killed on the way, how did he -- ]
Ah.
[ Yi Sang glances down, quickly surveying his blood-soaked clothes. They no longer appear princely at all, but he supposes nothing can be done. His physical appearance will not affect the script. After all, it's the characters who are confined to the parameters of the story. They have no means of impacting its outcome.
He shakes his head apologetically. ]
There were some Abnormalities nearby. I have ensured they will not cause you any trouble, though... it does not appear they could reach you at the top of your tower. And I hope that you may accept my apologies, as I failed to consider whether you might wish to slay some too.
[ This princess must be terribly, terribly bored if his idea of fun is going Abnormality hunting. ]
Perhaps if you join me, we may be able to seek out additional entertainment for you.
[ Something nags at the back of Yi Sang's head. No, that's not correct. The princess in the tower shouldn't be joining him down here. He's the one who should be going up there, even if he's not really sure what that would accomplish. Would that not result in both of them being stuck there? The realization weighs heavily on him, already feeling weary while imagining what it will be like trying to clamber up the tower.
If he doesn't, they will be stuck here forevermore. Yi Sang sighs, tilting his head up again to meet the hopeful princess' big, round eyes. ]
I believe you must lower your hair, forming a means for me to reach you.
[ A pause. That's not quite right, something whispers in Yi Sang's ear. That's not romantic at all. They need to do this properly.
The princess' name finally takes shape upon his tongue. ]
no subject
...presumably, you are to be rescued from the tower itself.
[ If there were stairs or any other means for this princess to leave the tower, surely he would have done so by now?
And... as for what he killed on the way, how did he -- ]
Ah.
[ Yi Sang glances down, quickly surveying his blood-soaked clothes. They no longer appear princely at all, but he supposes nothing can be done. His physical appearance will not affect the script. After all, it's the characters who are confined to the parameters of the story. They have no means of impacting its outcome.
He shakes his head apologetically. ]
There were some Abnormalities nearby. I have ensured they will not cause you any trouble, though... it does not appear they could reach you at the top of your tower. And I hope that you may accept my apologies, as I failed to consider whether you might wish to slay some too.
[ This princess must be terribly, terribly bored if his idea of fun is going Abnormality hunting. ]
Perhaps if you join me, we may be able to seek out additional entertainment for you.
[ Something nags at the back of Yi Sang's head. No, that's not correct. The princess in the tower shouldn't be joining him down here. He's the one who should be going up there, even if he's not really sure what that would accomplish. Would that not result in both of them being stuck there? The realization weighs heavily on him, already feeling weary while imagining what it will be like trying to clamber up the tower.
If he doesn't, they will be stuck here forevermore. Yi Sang sighs, tilting his head up again to meet the hopeful princess' big, round eyes. ]
I believe you must lower your hair, forming a means for me to reach you.
[ A pause. That's not quite right, something whispers in Yi Sang's ear. That's not romantic at all. They need to do this properly.
The princess' name finally takes shape upon his tongue. ]
Hong Lu, Hong Lu, let down your hair.
[ A pause. ]
...please.