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TEST DRIVE 02
TEST DRIVE
Hello, and welcome to the second Pluviosa Test Drive!
This Test Drive corresponds to Days 4-12 in the ship calendar, and will run until around the game's next major event. You can get a better idea what's going on in the most recent Game Update which covers Days 5-8. Currently, character IC housing is not in operation yet; it is expected to open on Day 9 (part of the way through the Test Drive period). Otherwise, the ship is largely in the state described on the Setting page and in other game information.
Test Drive threads involving characters who are accepted are considered canon to the events of the game unless otherwise agreed by players/mods. Pluviosa does not do welcome mingle logs nor does it have any kind of in-character welcome information, making your test drive threads your character's arrival to the game setting. That said, mod-run interactions such as formal exploration and/or interactions with the Ship as an NPC are not available on the Test Drive.
It is advised that potential players familiarize themselves with the Premise page, the Rules/Session Zero page, and at least the first few paragraphs of the Setting page. As Pluviosa is a horror game, we especially encourage players to be aware of the content warnings that will be major themes of the game. If you have any further questions, you can ask them on the QUESTIONS header in the comments!
If you're test driving a character, you're welcome to join the game Discord and hang out and meet your fellow players!
You wake up. You remember waking up, right? In another place, another time...
There's blood running down your fingers. Outside, the rain isn't pounding, yet, just a gentle patter...
Or is it?
As characters gain fuller awareness of their surroundings, they will realize that there is, in fact, no blood on their hands (save any that might have already been there). It feels as though they lost focus for a moment and hallucinated, but the hallucination ended with them somewhere else entirely.
There is not actually the sound of rain. If characters are near enough to a window, balcony, or even a hole in the ceiling, they will find that it is cloudless, beaming sunlight outside. The emptiness in the distance rolls on and on, completely absent any signs of life.
That being, of course, because the signs of life are all in here. Characters might wake up on any of the decks on the upper side of the ship - anywhere that isn't the cafeteria or lounge where previous arrivals spend most of their time is free game. This also means, of course, that they have the jungle of plants to contend with...
Most areas in the ship are dark when characters arrive. That doesn't mean that they stay dark. Occasionally, lights overhead flicker on and off for a few minutes at a time.
The problem with this isn't the lights themselves (cool white and kind of industrial). It's the reaction that the addition of the extra light causes the plants in the dark areas of the ship that's cause for alarm. To describe the growth as explosive isn't an understatement - vines, saplings, and even thicker branches surge with growth, pushing outwards towards the distant sunlight and upwards towards the flickering bulbs.
The growth is sudden enough to take all but the most aware characters by surprise, and if they're in the wrong corner of the room, it's very easy to get tangled up, wedged in by a tree trunk, or otherwise trapped against some corner or wall. If you're lucky and skilled, you might be able to cut yourself out from there (or break down the wall you're shoved up against), but otherwise, there's only one solution left.
Yell like your life depends on it, and hope somebody out there can hear you. And that whoever hears is someone who is inclined to help, rather than leaving you there. Or worse.
Oh, and the lights flicker back off after a few minutes, of course. Hopefully you're not waiting for rescue in the dark (with the smell of mold and the general faint dampness of the forest) for too long.
Occasionally, the whole ship tilts.
This is not simply the side to side motion of a ship on the water (or the equivalent motion brought on by the way this particular ship moves); it's an extremely forward or backward tilt that sends things sliding across the floor if they aren't secured by roots or something else. Unlike storm-tossed ships, the tilt is somewhat prolonged - rather than everything sliding back and forth a couple times a minute, the tilt lasts for five, ten, maybe as much as twenty minutes.
Although it's not enough to knock a well-balanced character off their feet, it's quite likely that new arrivals will not be particularly on-balance. And attempting to traverse the ship with the tilt is a tall order... especially when the ship's angle does unexpectedly change... to the exact opposite direction. All that goes up the mountain must go back down, and a glance out the windows reveals that that's exactly what's going on, as the ship progresses across a mountainous landscape without real regard for the concept of mountain passes.
And for characters who have managed to make their way to the "civilized" parts of the ship, namely the cafeteria and the lounge above it... None of the furniture in these areas is secured. The cafeteria carts under the direct control of the Ship don't seem as inclined to go anywhere, but the tables and chairs in the cafeteria and the couches and armchairs upstairs... Well, it's a good thing both spaces are surrounded by railings. Large chunks of tree trunk also still littler the lounge, sliding back and forth and occasionally rolling with great force across the floor.
Better hold on tight.
While wandering around the ship's interior, characters might occasionally hear a person whistling.
The sound always seems to be coming from just around the corner, but it sounds alive in a way that other sounds don't. Maybe more alive, even, than the rustle of leaves, the occasional drip of water, and the sounds of things sliding back and forth across the grimy, leaf-covered floors. The whistler, whoever they are, doesn't actively respond if called out to - but the whistling does pause, as though indicating that the call was heard, before starting up again.
If characters choose to follow the whistling, they're inevitably led to the same place - somewhere overlooking the great gap down the middle of the ship, whether an internal suite's balcony, one of the bridges crossing between the two halves, or one of the hallways that runs alongside it. Once they're there, there's no whistler in sight; however, characters will be filled with the overwhelming urge to look over the edge of the railing and down into the lower parts of the ship.
Exactly what they experience after looking down varies. Some will hallucinate that they've fallen over the side, feeling their balance go haywire and seeing the floor rushing up to them right up until the moment of "impact," at which everything returns to normal. Some will feel a stranger's hands on their shoulders, threatening to push them over with a great shove that goes through them with incorporeal fingers. Some will just hear unidentifiable laughter right up close to their ears, and experience the distinct sensation that there's someone laughing at them, in a haha-made-you-look kind of way.
But whatever happens, when they look up, there's no one there - or at least not anyone that physically close to them. The one good thing about being drawn to the middle section of the ship by whatever prankster this is is that it makes it a lot easier to run into people if you're all drawn to the same, highly visible place.
And at least the other person is flesh and blood, right? Probably.
This Test Drive corresponds to Days 4-12 in the ship calendar, and will run until around the game's next major event. You can get a better idea what's going on in the most recent Game Update which covers Days 5-8. Currently, character IC housing is not in operation yet; it is expected to open on Day 9 (part of the way through the Test Drive period). Otherwise, the ship is largely in the state described on the Setting page and in other game information.
Test Drive threads involving characters who are accepted are considered canon to the events of the game unless otherwise agreed by players/mods. Pluviosa does not do welcome mingle logs nor does it have any kind of in-character welcome information, making your test drive threads your character's arrival to the game setting. That said, mod-run interactions such as formal exploration and/or interactions with the Ship as an NPC are not available on the Test Drive.
It is advised that potential players familiarize themselves with the Premise page, the Rules/Session Zero page, and at least the first few paragraphs of the Setting page. As Pluviosa is a horror game, we especially encourage players to be aware of the content warnings that will be major themes of the game. If you have any further questions, you can ask them on the QUESTIONS header in the comments!
If you're test driving a character, you're welcome to join the game Discord and hang out and meet your fellow players!
ARRIVAL - LIKE THE RAIN
You wake up. You remember waking up, right? In another place, another time...
There's blood running down your fingers. Outside, the rain isn't pounding, yet, just a gentle patter...
Or is it?
As characters gain fuller awareness of their surroundings, they will realize that there is, in fact, no blood on their hands (save any that might have already been there). It feels as though they lost focus for a moment and hallucinated, but the hallucination ended with them somewhere else entirely.
There is not actually the sound of rain. If characters are near enough to a window, balcony, or even a hole in the ceiling, they will find that it is cloudless, beaming sunlight outside. The emptiness in the distance rolls on and on, completely absent any signs of life.
That being, of course, because the signs of life are all in here. Characters might wake up on any of the decks on the upper side of the ship - anywhere that isn't the cafeteria or lounge where previous arrivals spend most of their time is free game. This also means, of course, that they have the jungle of plants to contend with...
LIGHTS ON, SHOW START
Most areas in the ship are dark when characters arrive. That doesn't mean that they stay dark. Occasionally, lights overhead flicker on and off for a few minutes at a time.
The problem with this isn't the lights themselves (cool white and kind of industrial). It's the reaction that the addition of the extra light causes the plants in the dark areas of the ship that's cause for alarm. To describe the growth as explosive isn't an understatement - vines, saplings, and even thicker branches surge with growth, pushing outwards towards the distant sunlight and upwards towards the flickering bulbs.
The growth is sudden enough to take all but the most aware characters by surprise, and if they're in the wrong corner of the room, it's very easy to get tangled up, wedged in by a tree trunk, or otherwise trapped against some corner or wall. If you're lucky and skilled, you might be able to cut yourself out from there (or break down the wall you're shoved up against), but otherwise, there's only one solution left.
Yell like your life depends on it, and hope somebody out there can hear you. And that whoever hears is someone who is inclined to help, rather than leaving you there. Or worse.
Oh, and the lights flicker back off after a few minutes, of course. Hopefully you're not waiting for rescue in the dark (with the smell of mold and the general faint dampness of the forest) for too long.
TILT-A-WORLD
Occasionally, the whole ship tilts.
This is not simply the side to side motion of a ship on the water (or the equivalent motion brought on by the way this particular ship moves); it's an extremely forward or backward tilt that sends things sliding across the floor if they aren't secured by roots or something else. Unlike storm-tossed ships, the tilt is somewhat prolonged - rather than everything sliding back and forth a couple times a minute, the tilt lasts for five, ten, maybe as much as twenty minutes.
Although it's not enough to knock a well-balanced character off their feet, it's quite likely that new arrivals will not be particularly on-balance. And attempting to traverse the ship with the tilt is a tall order... especially when the ship's angle does unexpectedly change... to the exact opposite direction. All that goes up the mountain must go back down, and a glance out the windows reveals that that's exactly what's going on, as the ship progresses across a mountainous landscape without real regard for the concept of mountain passes.
And for characters who have managed to make their way to the "civilized" parts of the ship, namely the cafeteria and the lounge above it... None of the furniture in these areas is secured. The cafeteria carts under the direct control of the Ship don't seem as inclined to go anywhere, but the tables and chairs in the cafeteria and the couches and armchairs upstairs... Well, it's a good thing both spaces are surrounded by railings. Large chunks of tree trunk also still littler the lounge, sliding back and forth and occasionally rolling with great force across the floor.
Better hold on tight.
SOMETHING WHISTLING
While wandering around the ship's interior, characters might occasionally hear a person whistling.
The sound always seems to be coming from just around the corner, but it sounds alive in a way that other sounds don't. Maybe more alive, even, than the rustle of leaves, the occasional drip of water, and the sounds of things sliding back and forth across the grimy, leaf-covered floors. The whistler, whoever they are, doesn't actively respond if called out to - but the whistling does pause, as though indicating that the call was heard, before starting up again.
If characters choose to follow the whistling, they're inevitably led to the same place - somewhere overlooking the great gap down the middle of the ship, whether an internal suite's balcony, one of the bridges crossing between the two halves, or one of the hallways that runs alongside it. Once they're there, there's no whistler in sight; however, characters will be filled with the overwhelming urge to look over the edge of the railing and down into the lower parts of the ship.
Exactly what they experience after looking down varies. Some will hallucinate that they've fallen over the side, feeling their balance go haywire and seeing the floor rushing up to them right up until the moment of "impact," at which everything returns to normal. Some will feel a stranger's hands on their shoulders, threatening to push them over with a great shove that goes through them with incorporeal fingers. Some will just hear unidentifiable laughter right up close to their ears, and experience the distinct sensation that there's someone laughing at them, in a haha-made-you-look kind of way.
But whatever happens, when they look up, there's no one there - or at least not anyone that physically close to them. The one good thing about being drawn to the middle section of the ship by whatever prankster this is is that it makes it a lot easier to run into people if you're all drawn to the same, highly visible place.
And at least the other person is flesh and blood, right? Probably.
Sorry he can't help poking fun
He hums thoughtfully through another bite of food. "Good point. I can make things appear temporarily, but without space anchors, I don't see teleportation being a capability of mine here." And available food and resources...Ship isn't the worst to be stuck with.
There's a brief flash of sympathy on Aventurine's face, or something like it when Shang mentions also being used to mind tampering. "Agreed..." he mutters, then proceeding to attack/eat the green beans. He feels...maybe a little bad talking so flippantly about it. He's used to just...using those experiences to throw people off, but doesn't really expect reciprocation? That's new. More things to maybe assess in a quieter moment.
"That makes sense. I guess I never really bothered to learn any other languages because of the beacon- erm. Translator. My native language is...very unlikely to be known even in my own galaxy." Reality? Universe? Hm. English is a new one. He smiles again though, because he's perhaps not totally done poking a bit of fun. And it's better than thinking of the language downloaded into their brains. "Casper wouldn't happen to be the person you're trying to share a room with, are they?"
As Shang speaks Mandarin, Aventurine's head tilts as he listens closely. He can hear...a bit of a different way the words are formed, like a thicker accent than usual. But it translates just fine. " Can you understand...interesting. The Intelligencia Guild will have a field day knowing this can pick up even more languages..."
((Shang, unfortunately for Aventurine, he can't hear when he slips back into his native tongue when he says that. It probably makes no sense to you since you're unlikely to have heard Sigonian.
It's probably difficult to know when one is speaking "Magical Mystery Language" when you can't...hear it yourself.))
congratulations you have achieved blushu icon
Aventurine starts rather aggressively eating his green beans, so uh, let's stop talking about mysterious forces messing with our brains! That's a topic that can be dropped!
"I guess it's a handy thing to have, regardless of the circumstances you got it in?" he hazards. Like, a universal translator sounds pretty great, he's not gonna lie.
Shang Beida blushes harder. "That's unrelated to the common language." Or like, mostly unrelated? Him being startled into asking if Casper was American probably did something to establish a rapport between them?
Aventurine answers him in... not Magical Mystery Language. Huh. "Well, I can definitely say that I don't understand your native language. You might have to, uh, consciously think about using Magical Mystery Language?"
That icon is very cute he's going to keep teasing oops
"Oh it definitely is useful," He says, taking a bite of some sort of sweet bread roll. Definitely feeling better. "Much of my work would be near impossible without a beacon, I think. I kind of forget it's there most of the time, since just about everyone in my universe has one by now." Thanks to the IPC, for better or worse.
Aventurine grins even wider as Shang goes beet red. "You're right, it doesn't. My sincere apologies," He says, looking anything but sincere. Even if he's speaking a different language, the expression makes it clear.
He pauses when Shang points it out, grin fading to something like concentration. "Oh really- ahem, really? Ah." He pauses again as if tasting the words. Amazing. It is completely foreign and yet so intuitive he didn't even notice. "Sorry, thanks for pointing it out. I can't even hear the difference on my end. But it seems I can understand your language? It just...translates to Sigonian for me. Or...boat language?" Not sure what he can do with that or how Shang would take it but might as well point it out. It does...bother him a little he can't tell the difference.
he's only used to mean teasing what does he do with this!
"Wow, that's some... pretty wide technology adoption. I guess it makes it easier than having to learn twelve new languages a planet if you're doing, like, interplanetary or intergalactic trade or whatever, for sure."
Oh come on. He doesn't know what the other man just said, but that smug fucking grin, he is enjoying teasing him for sure. Augh. He's just going to ignore whatever that was.
"Oh, that sounds... disconcerting. I think it's easier to tell the difference for people who already knew more than one language? Like, I knew Chinese and some English and some Japanese, and Casper knew English and at least some German, and we can both manage to switch at will." He shifts to English, just to make the point. "I guess we won't have a secret language now.."
Wait, fuck, does this extend to the written word? Did the ship clean off what he wrote on the wall? Fuck. He resists turning to look at the wall in question to check, because if it didn't, then Aventurine is going to look at that wall, and then he's going to die. He is not blushing any less now that he's thinking about this. Goddamnit why did he have to write on the wall. He needs to clean that off immediately if it hasn't been, as soon as... no one is watching him do it. Or else scribble all over it until it's illegible. Fuck. The point of writing on the wall in Chinese was that nobody else would understand it so it didn't matter!
[haha if they say 'schatzi' and 'baobei' in front of churin it will translate... cute...]
I said stop teasing him Churin!!! Oh boy. Rip Shang
Then he realizes Shang likely did not get the last part. Not that it was a sincere apology...ah well.
"Makes sense...I only know mine-well. Knew, since now there's a new one just there-and while there are different dialects on my planet, it's not quite the same. You seem quite the linguist!" He pauses, listening intently for a difference as Shang speaks. It's slight, in the tone and accent, something he'd probably miss if he wasn't listening for it. Interesting. "I suppose you don't, sorry friend," he says, again not looking sorry at all. "It's alright, your secret's safe with me~"
Then by some marvel, Shang's face goes impossibly redder. Was it something he said? Aventurine spears a cherry tomato on his fork, holding it up. It's very hard to keep from laughing at how similar the colors are. The guy's eyes are wide and flicking to the side, but otherwise he's gone very stiff. Aventurine tilts his head, smile easing up a bit. "What is it, is something wrong?"
[oh no he so will...adorable...waugh]
it's like if sha hualing was actually a nice person, send help
And to be mutually beneficially arranged against a wall I mean what.Man he doesn't know what to do in this situation, how do you... what do you do when someone teases you in a nice way??? Obviously groveling isn't the answer that would be weird. Pretending to faint also would... probably not help? Actually if he did it in an obviously fake way maybe it would be funny? Hm."I'm not a linguist at all, I just... liked reading and watching stuff that had been released in other languages, so I picked some up?" Because he's a fucking otaku nerd.
"No, um, nothing's wrong, I just..." What the hell does he say that doesn't sound stupid or open him up to more teasing? "Nothing." He makes an effort to look normal. "Um, are you... enjoying the food?"
He's laughing with you not at you (OK maybe a little at)
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop teasing you now, promise,” he breathes, straightening his posture, his own face flushed with mirth. Having allies, and people you could trust…intimately which was most likely Shang’s case with this friend of his, is a good thing, especially in such a dangerous setting. Keeping that in mind, it would not help to inadvertently piss the guy off by teasing him about it too much.
“Right, that makes sense. But hey, you still know more languages than me by far, so still a valuable skill in my opinion,” he says, chuckling lightly. He wonders if he’d used a similar method if it weren’t for the beacon…
He raises an eyebrow at Shang insisting nothing is wrong. Clearly something’s bothering him, but hey, who is he to press? So he smiles, scooping up one last bite of pie. “It’s pretty good, thanks. Rather simple flavors, but I like it better that way, honestly.” He’d take a simple, homely meal rather than the over complicated bougie fare he’d had to get used to while doing business at the IPC. Clients liked to show off their wealth by meeting at fancy restaraunts, he understood, but there’s something…more fulfilling sharing a simple meal in a cafeteria with someone like Shang.
Needless to say, he’s feeling a lot better.
“I think I’m finished, actually,” he adds, cleaning up his eating area. “Did we want to head out for further power demonstrations?”
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"It's... less useful here than it could be, and it wasn't very useful in my last world either, but. Oh well. I got decent use out of it in my original one." Hm. Was he going to tell the guy about the transmigration thing? Oh well too late now. Anyway, he's told loads of people at this point. It's just still weird to, he feels every time like the System is going to pop up and deduct ten thousand B points and invoke Punishment Mode. He pokes it mentally, just to be reassured by the low battery icon showing that it's still on standby.
"Oh, yeah, that works!" He stands up and leads the way out to the open decks, where there's a lot of just, bullshit plants that can be attacked still.
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This kind of interaction on more equal footing was…nice.
“At least it helped you somewhere!” He chirps, twirling his fork idly. He does pause at the wording there. “Last…world? Did you have intergalactic travel where you’re from, Shang?” He asks, curious. Seems like there’s more to this than just…that, though.
“Right then,” he agrees, following the guy out. He does spare the used dishes a glance, wondering if he just leaves them there. If Shang does though then it’s probably fine.
And the open decks sure are breathtaking in their own right, choked with plants as they are. And now he can see out a bit more to the world the Ship is traversing. “Wow…” he breathes. He shakes himself, tipping his head towards Shang. “Any plants that…I don’t know, piss you off in particular?”
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Shang Beida honestly is too distracted to worry about the dishes, but he'll pick them up later if the Ship doesn't get there first.
He shrugs, glancing around. "Looks like that bit over there is pretty thick?" He points towards a knot of vines. "You wanna go first, or me?"
Excuse me while I slip in a moon landing pun
Aventurine looks at the knot of vines and figures that's as good a place as any. He smiles, full up on food and feeling energized for once. "I can start. This one's pretty simple," he says, holding a hand out and snapping his fingers, manifesting a dice to drop on the biggest clump of vines. It's not really sharp or anything so it's probably not the most effective; probably bruises the plants more than anything, but it should at least move some aside. There's a small, brief spike of pain in his head while doing this, but having eaten does wonders for his constitution. He smiles, allowing some of that gratitude to show towards Shang.
"How's that for a start? I'm...more of a defensive fighter but some blunt force trauma can be used for something, probably."
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Shang Beida watches a giant, what is that, d12? Appear out of thin air and fall on the knot of vines. “Huh. That’s certainly… specific.” Why dice? What a weird thing to be able to conjure. “Do you play a lot of board games?”
But it’s his turn now. Just to be showy about it, he forms a sword seal with his hand to bring Kao Ci flying out of its sheath of its own accord, then takes it in hand, channels his qi, and sends a sword glare at the plants, slashing a long ragged gash into the mess. “Sword glare,” he says, since the other guy probably doesn’t know xianxia shit. “Probably the most destructive thing I can do.”
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The question about board games startles a laugh out of Aventurine. “Something like that! Board games can be fun, as long as you’re offering interesting stakes,” he chuckles, summoning a poker chip to flip over his knuckles idly. “Gambling is sort of my main work strategy, and I suppose I got a taste for it.” He had to. “I suppose it’s easiest to manifest what I’m most familiar with? I know a guy with similar power that conjures up marble statues of himself. It really just seems to depend on the person,” he explains with a shrug.
Aventurine whistles, giving a round of applause for the technique performed. “Amazing!” Shang would be right; his closest equivalent to "xianxia shit" is the Xianzhou Alliance, and it’s not like Aventurine was familiar with the sword techniques involved. He should probably step up his own game. Hm…what about…
An idea forms. It’s risky, but he likes it like that. Aventurine grins at Shang, wide, catlike. “Wanna try hitting me with that attack? It’ll help me show another one of my abilities.” He’ll just aim the gathered force away from Shang. He likes the guy, he’s not gonna hit him back. He just has to time this juuuust right….
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Oh... gambling. That's like, an activity for people who aren't hikikomori as fuck. You think his shut-in ass ever went to a casino? "You like, uh, chance?" That was a stupid comment, Airplane, try again. "I don't... have very good luck, so I probably shouldn't... bet against you." If he had luck he wouldn't have woken up as Shang Qinghua. "...Statues of himself? Is he sort of... self-absorbed?"
The applause is sort of gratifying, even though he's sure the guy is just being polite. He grins awkwardly. "Thanks."
...uh. "I... are you sure? Sword glares are pretty destructive, especially against... non-cultivators." He really does not want to hurt the guy.
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Chance? He grins, eyes narrowing like a cat's. "Something like that. I like...the risk, moreso. Nothing like the rush of pulling off a risky wager starting with nothing but a single poker chip," he chuckles, spinning a chip over his fingers. "I have a knack for it." Blessed by the Mother Goddess. When will your luck run out? He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it; luck isn't the only thing to do with it."
Aventurine stifles a laugh at that last part. "Self-absorbed? In a way, yes. Very." And yet all the statues are in the silliest poses. Mocking? Playing? Is it just the doctor having fun with art? Who knows. "He makes them usually to distract enemies, so I mean whatever works?"
Shang is understandably hesitant. "Afraid you'll hurt me? Remember, I like the risk, and this is a great way to show what I can do." He grins, his arms are out, inviting, wordlessly saying 'hit me'. "I can take it, promise. It'll be a fun show."
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"I, uh. Am... not a fan of risk, personally." Averred coward reporting in.
"I mean, suddenly facing a statue of someone I was fighting does sound distracting?"
"I don't like hurting people," he grumbles. He honestly tries very hard to avoid it. "But if you're sure you'll be fine... I guess."
He's still not going to aim a sword glare at someone he has no desire to bisect, though. He sheathes Kao Ci and gestures, instead, sending a more distributed and less cutting blast of spiritual power at the other guy.