[Just because Xingchen can't see the oncoming train disaster doesn't mean he can't hear the commotion or feel the ground rumble beneath his feet. So even though he can't pinpoint the exact location, he still tries to get some of their number out of the way - and then is himself rescued for his efforts - but as soon as he's deemed safe and sound, he gets right back to his feet and rushes toward the wreck. Or the not!wreck. Was there a crash? You tell him.
He runs in a flurry of dull white robes, not seeming to care that he could trip over anything at any time, and calls out desperately.]
Is everyone okay? Is anybody hurt?
[He knows basic first aid! Hopefully he won't have to use it on himself.]
2. making new friends is always preferable to having no friends
[While the caravan has made camp, Xingchen tries to make himself useful. Previously he's been entirely unhelpful with the letters falling from the sky and then recovering before all that from one unfortunate meal.
But he can help welcome their new compatriots with a meal of his own cooking. At a little campfire set off to the side, he works on a stew. It doesn't smell particularly strong unlike poor Xie Lian's concoction or mouth-watering, but it looks to be hot and filling enough.
Sensing someone approach, Xingchen smiles and stirs the pot.]
Please, sit. Are you hungry? I admit I'm not the best judge of seasoning, so this may be bland, but I'm happy to share.
3. wildcard
[Is there something else you'd like to drag a cute blind boy into? Hit me up! Let's go crazy.]
xiao xingchen | mo dao zu shi | old, blind, and probably smelly
[Just because Xingchen can't see the oncoming train disaster doesn't mean he can't hear the commotion or feel the ground rumble beneath his feet. So even though he can't pinpoint the exact location, he still tries to get some of their number out of the way - and then is himself rescued for his efforts - but as soon as he's deemed safe and sound, he gets right back to his feet and rushes toward the wreck. Or the not!wreck. Was there a crash? You tell him.
He runs in a flurry of dull white robes, not seeming to care that he could trip over anything at any time, and calls out desperately.]
Is everyone okay? Is anybody hurt?
[He knows basic first aid! Hopefully he won't have to use it on himself.]
2. making new friends is always preferable to having no friends
[While the caravan has made camp, Xingchen tries to make himself useful. Previously he's been entirely unhelpful with the letters falling from the sky and then recovering before all that from one unfortunate meal.
But he can help welcome their new compatriots with a meal of his own cooking. At a little campfire set off to the side, he works on a stew. It doesn't smell particularly strong
unlike poor Xie Lian's concoctionor mouth-watering, but it looks to be hot and filling enough.Sensing someone approach, Xingchen smiles and stirs the pot.]
Please, sit. Are you hungry? I admit I'm not the best judge of seasoning, so this may be bland, but I'm happy to share.
3. wildcard
[Is there something else you'd like to drag a cute blind boy into? Hit me up! Let's go crazy.]