Empatheias-themed call me out

[fanfictionming]

"Empatheias is a large, floating island and is the last remnant of a destroyed world. Its only city, Verens, is a somewhat strange place with its steampunk design and magitech technology. No two buildings ever seem to look the same, but perhaps it's not just because of the nature of its fashion. Emotions also help to change and sometimes warp the city and the island itself. Through these emotions, the island continues to grow, revealing more about what happened to the world below. These emotions can also play a role in much smaller ways. A simple laugh can illuminate a room, an angry outburst can shatter windows. The grass can both grow and wither depending on who is standing on it.

These emotions are collected in special crystal amulets and it is this amulet that you will rely on throughout your stay. As you meet and interact with people, explore the world, and go about your daily life, it will fill with the various emotions you experience. Keep it close, for it may prove to be the key to returning home.

Until then, get to know your new "home" and neighbors. Who knows what will be revealed next?"

((OOC: A call-me-out post set in the setting of the Dreamwidth RP Game empatheias. Credit to empatheias for the original concept and description, and credit to molybdenumgp03 for the image.))

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Locked to wavesoakedlegs

[young_oldman]

[It's been...quite stressful for Lu Meng, to say the least. Following his encounter with Guan Xing, Lu Meng has found that his emotions have been in quite a lot of turmoil. If he could be honest...he doesn't regret what he's done. Guan Yu was a threat and had to be neutralized; so were his children. When a warrior takes to the battlefield he or she must understand that death is impartial, and always a hair's breadth away.

There was never anything personal from Lu Meng's side, at least with regards to Guan Yu's children. He only bore some disappointment and anger towards the man himself for his over-bearing arrogance and pompousness, and towards Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei for giving Wu nothing but false hopes and broken promises. Wu is not to be Shu's shield, meant to bear the brunt of Tsao Tsao's anger while their supposed ally flourishes within the shade. Allies help each other out, support each other in their time of need. With Shu though...Wu had just been a quick opportunity, yet another puppet in Zhuge Liang's play. Master Zhou Yu and the whole of Wu had just been collateral damage along Liu Bei's path to benevolence; Lu Meng would never forget that, could never forget that. So when push came to shove he took the opportunity so presented to him, and he made the bed that he laid in that night.

But he will not deny that he had acted dishonourably. And that it is cruel for children to witness their father being put down. Lu Meng had never known his own, the man having died shortly after his birth, but he had his mother and he understood the bond that ties a child to their parent. He prayed to the Buddha that she was shielded from the true cause of his death; that would cause her too much pain and distress then she could bear. But much in the same way he had inflicted a similar pain onto Guan Yu's children. And he had robbed the younger siblings of an older brother as well.

Would he have killed the children? He wonders idly as he gazes into the deep blue sky of Empatheias. The adrenaline, the passion, the anger, the hatred, the vicious bloodlust, the thrill of victory...he had been completely consumed by these intense emotions. Compassion and empathy was nowhere to be found that night, only cold logic.

So yes, he probably would've killed them.

In death he has had the time to think over his actions. And that's a sobering thought, that he would stoop to such levels. And that he would do it again if he had to. It's kept his mood low ever since he and Guan Xing parted ways and swore to stay out of each other's path, out of respect for the laws of the land. That such terrible familicide had to be carried out for the greater cause...the land had truly turned into a bloody stage if such a tale could be stomached by the masses, even championed as a victory.

Lu Meng sighs and glances over to the drooping sunflowers on his right that had just, about five minutes ago, been standing up straight, tall and proud before he had taken his seat here.]

Sorry. I just can't shake this bad mood off.

[It seems funny to address flowers. But Lu Meng can't apologize to Guan Xing. Even if he did it would be scant condolences and probably nothing short of his head would do to soothe the younger man's hurt and justified anger.

The very least he could right now is offer his apologies to the pretty things.]