(open-ish) gentlemen, start your engines

[thesuspense]

WHO: Xue Yang, Zhou Zishu, Bai Mingyu, Wen Kexing, Wen Qing, technically Hatisse's ghost, anyone else to be added, this is open to anyone who could feasibly be around at any of these times and places for whatever reason, including just wandering into the make-up studio or wanting to tell Mingyu how pretty he looks.
WHEN: preparing for the catfishing, during the catfishing, after the catfishing
WHERE: not by Arha's bones, to distract him from them, duh
WHAT: dressing up Mingyu and changing his face up, preparing him for the role of Hatisse, eventually seeing the plan through and dealing with the aftermath of being possessed
WARNINGS: possession, probably language, likely blood, anything else to be added
ooc: This is a catch-all post for everything surrounding the catfishing plot, so feel free to just tag in as you see fit! I'm going to put up some headers, but add your own as necessary. I'll try to stay on top of what warnings and characters to add, but feel free to prod me about it on plurk (reineke), PM or at the plotting post.

Comments

[thesuspense]

"I can fight anywhere." Tilting his head to the side a little, Xue Yang considers those words, which are true without a doubt. Not just in theory, he knows that he has fought everywhere he's ever been, one way or another. "Guess most anyone can, if they have to. Or really want to."

He rolls his shoulders so they don't tire from holding the dress, moving it a little as he watches her work. Such peculiar kinds of cultivation here. He can feel her energy, but it's a difficult one to grasp entirely, which only makes it more fascinating. "What else can you do? It can't just be about clothes, or a seamstress would do just as well."

[lancifolium]

She considered trying to fight in the air, and even with a broom to help, it seemed impossibly dangerous. "I can't say I've ever really wanted to fight, terrain notwithstanding." If there was no choice Lily could be formidable in a battle, but on the whole, she was hardly the type to seek out violence or conflict.

"What else?" Adding some trim to the bottom of the dress she nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully, sitting up when she was finished. "I can," with a pop she disappeared from where she was sat, returning a moment later with a second popping sound. "Which feels awful but is very handy. What else can you do?"

Lily studied the dress while she waited for an answer, tilting her head from side to side. "Hold out the sleeves please," she stretched both her arms out, like a mummy from a classic horror movie might. "Like that."

[thesuspense]

"I'm good with death." Whatever that might mean so ominously, Xue Yang left it that that. However, given the exact nature of their current mission, it was at least slightly more appropriate, so maybe that was why he didn't feel the need to explain it too much. Especially since his mind was still on just what he'd seen her do. "It's not an illusion, is it? I felt your qi shift."

This was not like any kind of cultivation he was familiar with and a lot more interesting than dress design. Not that he didn't move his arms the way she showed, letting her do that work. "How did you learn?"

[lancifolium]

It was a terribly weighty thing to say and Lily's head tilted to the side, debating how she was meant to take it. She had already gathered Xue Yang seemed to have a penchant for provocative remarks, and it was almost endearing - like a cheeky little boy. "Is your home particularly brutal?" She supposed if he came from a place full of war he could have become

After making a few little adjustments and changes to the back of the dress's bodice Lily got back to her feet and stepped back, taking it all in and comparing it to the statue. "It wasn't an illusion, no - I just popped outside, and I learned in school. There's a handful of schools for magic where I come from, you learn nearly everything, transfiguration, potions, defending yourself against dark magic, arithmancy - if you enjoy maths."