[ ...Is there any point in asking, "You want me to destroy the pool chairs??" when he can already guess the answer here? She already said property damage is fine... What a violent kid... ]
Breaking the pool chairs? That's no hard task.
[ If that's what she wants to see, then she'll have that! Still, Shi Qingxuan isn't going to let anyone get caught up in his spell. He searches across the pool to make sure there aren't any people to be caught in the crossfire, and then flicks two fingers over to send a couple chairs to the entryways to block anyone from entering the area unexpectedly. They hit the walls with a clattering crash, and then Shi Qingxuan looks down at Rita again to make sure she isn't in danger. Then... ]
Windโ
[ The wind around the two of them picks up as Shi Qingxuan lifts his fan. Now, he could just do this the way he would usually solve a situation like this and simply pick up the chairs and dump them in the ocean. That would be the fastest and easiest way, but won't that be boring? The violence-and-destruction-loving young miss will fall asleep! And then cry foul that he can't do anything noteworthy!! Not only will she be bored, but his poor face will suffer even more!
So, of course, he has to do something somewhat more interesting. It's not as pretty as a garden in bloom and a rain of blossoms, but he'll make it work!!
The wind blows across the deck and lifts the endless amounts of towels from the chairs, making the chairs themselves to rattle against the deck as their towels float up and flutter off overhead, dancing over to the edge of the ship like strange, overly large wings. They hang there, flapping in the circling wind, as Shi Qingxuan waves his fan a couple more times to bring the chairs up from the ground.
Over the whistle of the wind and flapping of the towels, a quiet, yet tense tune can be heard, with the beating of drums and cries of string instruments, with seemingly no source. If Shi Qingxuan is going to put on a show, then the show needs an appropriate accompanying soundtrack to set the mood! The tempo gradually picks up as the chairs are lifted together and then spun into a vortex of wind by the head of the pool. droplets of water sparkle in the sunlight as the chairs spin around, making the whole thing look rather pretty, Shi Qingxuan thinks. Metallic clang!s ring out as the pool chairs are smashed and crushed together, and it makes for a nice accompaniment to the music, he thinks. The screeching of metal bending and crack of plastic snapping increases as the chairs are gradually flattened and twisted together as the vortex grows higher and narrower.
Then, eventually, those sounds quiet, and the vortex shrinks to the ground, depositing the ruined chairs into a nice, soggy pile on the deck.
Around them, the towels that had been floating around them rush over to the pile and drape over it in a flurry to create...a colorful pile of towels! With some sharp-looking shapes poking out from underneath! The music quiets to a stop, and then, the intense wind dies down altogether.
The show is over! And now that it's over, Shi Qingxuan looks down at Rita expectantly, like a child hoping for a piece of candy. ]
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Breaking the pool chairs? That's no hard task.
[ If that's what she wants to see, then she'll have that! Still, Shi Qingxuan isn't going to let anyone get caught up in his spell. He searches across the pool to make sure there aren't any people to be caught in the crossfire, and then flicks two fingers over to send a couple chairs to the entryways to block anyone from entering the area unexpectedly. They hit the walls with a clattering crash, and then Shi Qingxuan looks down at Rita again to make sure she isn't in danger. Then... ]
Windโ
[ The wind around the two of them picks up as Shi Qingxuan lifts his fan. Now, he could just do this the way he would usually solve a situation like this and simply pick up the chairs and dump them in the ocean. That would be the fastest and easiest way, but won't that be boring? The violence-and-destruction-loving young miss will fall asleep! And then cry foul that he can't do anything noteworthy!! Not only will she be bored, but his poor face will suffer even more!
So, of course, he has to do something somewhat more interesting. It's not as pretty as a garden in bloom and a rain of blossoms, but he'll make it work!!
The wind blows across the deck and lifts the endless amounts of towels from the chairs, making the chairs themselves to rattle against the deck as their towels float up and flutter off overhead, dancing over to the edge of the ship like strange, overly large wings. They hang there, flapping in the circling wind, as Shi Qingxuan waves his fan a couple more times to bring the chairs up from the ground.
Over the whistle of the wind and flapping of the towels, a quiet, yet tense tune can be heard, with the beating of drums and cries of string instruments, with seemingly no source. If Shi Qingxuan is going to put on a show, then the show needs an appropriate accompanying soundtrack to set the mood! The tempo gradually picks up as the chairs are lifted together and then spun into a vortex of wind by the head of the pool. droplets of water sparkle in the sunlight as the chairs spin around, making the whole thing look rather pretty, Shi Qingxuan thinks. Metallic clang!s ring out as the pool chairs are smashed and crushed together, and it makes for a nice accompaniment to the music, he thinks. The screeching of metal bending and crack of plastic snapping increases as the chairs are gradually flattened and twisted together as the vortex grows higher and narrower.
Then, eventually, those sounds quiet, and the vortex shrinks to the ground, depositing the ruined chairs into a nice, soggy pile on the deck.
Around them, the towels that had been floating around them rush over to the pile and drape over it in a flurry to create...a colorful pile of towels! With some sharp-looking shapes poking out from underneath! The music quiets to a stop, and then, the intense wind dies down altogether.
The show is over! And now that it's over, Shi Qingxuan looks down at Rita expectantly, like a child hoping for a piece of candy. ]
So, what do you think? Did you like it?