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arc iii: house of ravens | arrival


Hi, everyone! Our Arc III arrival event covers 20 Feb-11 March and doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to apply by 11 March. Reserves live here. Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and have fun!



COTTAGEVORE




TDM TOURISTS | OLD TIMERS | COMMON PROMPTS | NOTES




TDM TOURISTS: THE SCENIC ROUTE

You flinch awake, hand weighed by a sharp stick, stone, or makeshift torch. Your clothes sit stiff, splattered with dried dirt and dusted leaves. Here and there, scratches and shallow wounds litter your limbs, the marks of days of dazed survival alone that you mistily remember. Your strength and supernatural powers are currently largely depleted, but should recover within two to three days.

As they journey, characters discover stretches of the eerily silent forests briefly transform into woodlands or recognisable spots of nature from their home worlds — perhaps they’re now seeing the meadows outside their home towns, their backyard orchard, or a fondly remembered lake pier. These images are short-lived illusions that other characters can also see.

Mind your steps: the mirages try to lure characters deep into the forest, where unfriendly animals and hidden pits wait.

A. THE MORE, THE MERRIER

Trailing through the labyrinthine woods, you stumble upon a group of heavily armed bandits who are already herding several captives. Depending on how agitated you are, expect shackles, leashes and tusk pendants that allow characters to speak and glean local tongues — including the thugs' barked instructions. The outlaws are on a three-day voyage to cursed village Ke-Waihu, where they intend to sell their prisoners to the Hok-Shinn criminal clan.

■ Ensure fellow captives survive the trek, avoiding leg-hold traps, snares and hunting nets.

■ Beatings continue, but morale never improves: help mouthy prisoners with their tasks or wounds.

■ Capture or forage food — and stop naïve captives from going deeper into the forest to follow glimpses of beautiful (wo)men or cries for help. There’s nobody there.

■ At night, prisoners are locked in stitched-shut tents — get friendly quickly.


B. JUST CRUISING

The bandits never saw you coming — but you’ve been watching them collect their prey. Perhaps you’ve even found others like you — also spared enslavement, but condemned to trail after the thugs towards Ke-Waihu. Characters can pick up discarded translation and communication tusk pendants, scraps of food and frail weapons.

■ Beware: superstitious thieves frequently patrol at night, while woodland predators are emboldened by the absence of fires.

■ Leave messages or instructions to the bandits’ captives (tree husk carvings, anyone?) and maybe try to rescue them.

■ ...or leave them for dead and trot on to Ke-Waihu. You savage.


» GO CAMPING, THEY SAID





OLD TIMERS: CURSES FOR ONE, CURSES FOR ALL


After a bumpy ride aboard the Salamera II, the party arrive at idyllic village Ke-Waihu.

They are greeted by Hok-Shinn Weisi, the slippery mayor who officially helms Ke-Waihu, while his brother Sairen leads the clan’s heavy underground ventures. Weisi’s flippant and spoiled son Taksui is the Merchant’s local liaison. The botanist Enam and his apprentices set out to explore, taking the group's baggage along.

Weisi was told the party members are families of Taravast refugees, seeking finer fates in Ke-Waihu. Each family has been assigned a humble but serviceable dwellingsee what luck has in store for you.

Weisi officially welcomes the newcomers in Ke-Waihu’s main bustling marketplace. Every merchant, fishmonger and beggar stops to watch as foreigners are briefly stripped of their ostentatious jewels, clothes or weapons, soaked in iced water and told to embrace the village by accepting its old, its new, its ugliness and its truths.

■ To join the community, characters must absorb and redeem the wrongdoings of a deceased ancestor. They are served flasks of a thick, bitter brew that slides down mildly corrosive and cold.

■ The brew’s effects vary: some drinkers feel only a sudden, electric awareness of the story behind the curse they inherited. Others feel scalded from the inside, agonising for hours. The ancestral curse effects start to take hold that night.

■ Characters are sent off to their new homes in Ke-Waihu — but are contacted within hours by one of Enam’s anguished apprentices. His master and his peers were captured by bandits while inspecting the elusive forests for plant specimens. These wicked men took everything: your goods, your Ellethian high fashion, your extra weapons, even your Sleeping Zenobius. Go get’em — but beware the deadly illusions of Ke-Waihu’s forest.


» DUDE, WHERE’S MY COMATOSE SLEEPER?






ALL TOGETHER NOW

The thugs, the old timers, the test drive prisoners and their creepy watchers collide in the mist-drowned forests of Ke-Waihu.

A. BANDIT BANE

■ Infiltrate the thug group in, kick some outlaws’ teeth on the way out.

■ Release and escort roughened-up newcomers to Ke-Waihu, picking up strays along the way.

■ One of the thugs snitches that the remaining stolen loot is hoarded in a nearby secluded cave, drowned under foliage. The entrance is watched by large, agitated boars with startlingly hard, but not impervious skin. With gold, gems, guns within reach, anyone for pork dinner?

■ After speaking with the new arrivals, party botanist and guide Enam confirms they have been summoned to serve as weapons in this world’s ongoing conflict between warring undead factions. The Merchant, Enam’s collaborator and the party’s patron, is leading otherworlders east, where forgotten beacons might return them home.

■ The villagers Ke-Waihu, Ke-Waiar and Ke-Waicai reportedly know the location of such a beacon. They will unveil it if the party breaks the curse of the House of Ravens.




B. THE BLUSHING BRIDE

When the group returns, Ke-Waihu is celebrating the joyous procession of dozens of lavish 'weddings.' The (false) rites are carried out to commemorate the marriage of a huntsman and his fox bride...

■ The roads are awash with flower petals and rice, houses extend their hospitality freely, and the rich give away coin. Even Hok-Shinn clansmen don their finest garments and hand out gifts and favours, while lawmen grant pardons to captives held for minor offences.

■ Villagers pose as 'brides' and 'grooms' to play act public weddings. Characters are asked to participate as brides and grooms, or to join the wedding retinue of a NPC villager. Characters can unknowingly marry, but not become foxes.

■ The evening culminates in a grand market fete, with stalls offering sickly sweets and strong alcohols. Poets recite love songs, professional weepers wail to strangers that they lost their children to insidious in-laws, and petty clashes erupt among merrymakers.

■ Some of the NPC fox 'brides' seem to grow wide-eyed and alert, suspicious of the many hunting dogs that watchmen walk around the marketplace.

■ Come nightfall, 'wedded' pairs are escorted to suites in a large and extravagant inn. For each 'couple,' accommodations comprise one room for the retinue and a linked conjugal bedroom.


IF CHARACTERS MARRY A (FOX) 'SPOUSE':

■ They are handed three pieces of parchment before they are locked into the marital suite with their consort and their retinue.

■ Once alone in their 'marital quarter,' characters first enjoy polite conversation with their spouse, whose eyes start to glimmer golden, while their teeth and claws lengthen, their mouths distort to snouts and their hair reddens. The fox brides do not seem aware they are, in fact, foxes, but try to scratch, bite or maim their partners. Viciously quick, strong and prone to thralling their victims into spells of lethargy, these foxes could get the best of you — happily, the little parchment papers you received can share some survival tips.

Fool the fox spouse into thinking you are already married or pledged to someone in your retinue. Affronted, the fox bride will exile you out of the wedding room. Refresh the salt lines that surround the conjugal room, and gently steer the fox back if it flees overnight.

Your retinue and you should impersonate a hunting hound, down to howling, running on all-fours and sniffling. The fox will hurriedly isolate itself in the conjugal room, but will actively try to escape at night. Keep every inn door and window closed.

Become a widow(er). Call your retinue and make the best of your fists and a butter knife. You will need to kill the spouse a few times before they stay fully dead, each time reviving more and more fox-like in appearance.


AS A WEDDING RETINUE MEMBER:

■ Awkwardly hold watch outside the conjugal bedroom of the dashing NPC cannon fodder groom and his fox bride.

■ The NPC groom might request help as above — or might fall deathly silent. If that happens, villagers instruct, character must loudly ask if the wine pleases the couple. The flushed, visibly fox-like bride will then open the door to complain their new consort — clawed dead in the marital bed — won’t even share a wine cup with them. The fox does not seem to grasp they have killed their groom.

■ Defeat the fox at drinking — the fox bride can hold its cups, but slipping in some of the relaxing opiates on hand will help the cause. Sneak the NPC groom's corpse out with a buddy when the fox drops asleep.

Or prove you are a fairer marital prospect by verbally wooing the fox or doing battle with your retinue companion, to prove your worth. Your wingman may wish to throw the fight, feed lines, or generally smoulder. The fox bride will offer the NPC corpse as a betrothal gift.


Come morning, the villagers open the now-delapidated inn. Those who survive fox weddings receive braided bracelets of red, golden and tangerine rope, earning good will in the village. The murderous fox brides have disappeared — in their place, yellowed and dust-drenched bones 'sleep' in the marital beds, covered by withered and torn wedding clothes.

Villagers share the whole story: a huntsman encountered a fox goddess in the forest, when she had taken the shape of a beautiful woman. Lovestruck, he brought her back to Ke-Waihu as his wife — but the horrified villager slaughtered her and her husband on their wedding night. The fox god cursed the village to relieve yearly 'fox weddings,' during which the bones of those murdered during the previous 'conjugal' festivities rise as brides to terrorise new spouses.

Skipping the fox wedding rites, villagers say, shrivels their crops and depletes their food stocks for several seasons.




C. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO

It’s all fun and wedding games, until one of the victims of the recent nuptials is the son of influential wine merchant Saguk Chaomin. He vengefully sponsors a a hunt to finally lift the foxes’ curse.

Saguk Chaomin assigns weapons — from knives, spears and sharpened sticks to bows, arrows and rifles operating on gun powder — alongside lanterns and climbing rope to the brave adventurers. The contingent splinters into smaller groups to avoid detection.

■ The forests now aggressively conspire to lead characters to their deaths: whether it’s through fostering illusions that trip them into gullies, or decrepit bridges that crumble, sending travellers into whirling river waters. Animals (excluding wolves) attack travellers fiercely. Keep a hunting hound close.

■ Characters with unusual physical features or suspicious behaviours — from supernatural powers to a fear of dogs — are accused of being shape-shifting foxes.

■ Fox spirits assume a mortal but resilient shape the day after the wedding — strong, large, feral and willy. They’re quick to bite, and their presence dulls the senses of hunters.

■ To exorcise the foxes, kill their mortal bodies or obliterate or repair their small, decaying forest altars. These are stone rings the size of one’s hand, often hidden at the root of ancient trees. Cleanse the altars of filth, vermin and predatory creatures, and replenish the stones with fresh river pieces. Beware rare fox spirits that come to protect altars or hide their young.





D. WELL, WELL, WELL

In the wake of the weddings, characters head to their abodes, while test drivers are garrisoned in communal temporary shelters. Over the next few days, everyone may notice:

■ Villagers have a marrow-deep fear of the Hok-Shinn clan, whose members behave as if they are immune from repercussions.

■ Villagers tell eerie tales of strange encounters in their locked stables, abandoned houses or wells — they have seen a creature with the head of a beautiful woman, whose hair braids to form her snake-like body. 'She' slithers away once discovered.

■ Word spreads across the marketplace that dark waters have returned. A farmer’s well has dried, leaving only a thickened, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Another villager shamefully admits his well also dried a month ago, clogged by dark filth — the fount was old, and he assumed it had naturally depleted.

■ Horrified villagers speak no more of this, but superstitiously volunteer flower and food tributes for the Ka-Sanwon volcano. Mayor Hok-Shinn Weisi intercedes to reserve the resources for the upcoming return of the patron lord of the volcano’s three villages — the undead Beastmaster.



QUESTIONS

in_theworks: (Default)

/wrap?

[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-04-01 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[for how quick he was to change the subject there, he feels like he hit a sore spot. he's also not going to pursue it, that in mind. he gets wanting to keep your secrets -- your pain -- close to the chest]

Yeah, alright. Let's keep moving.

[and so they go]
rumorate: (Default)

[personal profile] rumorate 2022-04-02 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She waves a hand.]

If there's anything I'm good at, it's spreading rumors. This was an easy ask. But I appreciate the offer all the same.

[There's something about this particular curse that has her motivated to solve it on her own, almost as though part of her is making up for her own past mistakes.]
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[personal profile] rumorate 2022-04-02 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, crossing her arms in front of her chest.]

Though the last time we tried to use one, it didn't go over so well.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-04-02 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least, this one seems to have some sort of survival instinct, because he does run, trailing blood and ripped garments after him.

The fox snarls and turns to snap at them.

And then, things happen pretty fast.

As the fox jumps, a symbol starts glowing on Moran's forehead and his eyes take on a purple, and silver sheen. He grabs Daenerys by the collar to haul her back, allowing her to avoid being mauled by mere centimeters.]


Out, now. Let's barricade the door.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," Wrathion offers, "their other issues make our appearance relatively minor."

In the grand scheme of things, it could be that their lives are already so tense and complex that visitors passing through are barely worth stressing themselves over.

He moves up the steps to the farmhouse, pushes open the door and holds it for Marcos.

"And given a son of the Hok-Shinn vouched for us," he adds more quietly, "perhaps they are not allowed to do anything but embrace our party as friends."
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-02 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd think it cannot hurt to try, the more options we have the better."

Barriers are always useful, and while it is best not to rely on untested things... well, there is simply no way for them to test right now. So throwing everything they have at the problem seems best.
weifinder: (but | you lost yourself)

me, 5ever late

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Small villages are strange, his friend of circumstance, small villages are strange. Wei Wuxian pauses before he leaps down, instead shrugging and waiting to see if Wrathion settles the ladder... down into the gardens below.

"It's the visitors who stay over late. Either it's for intimacies or for conspiracies, and this village and its, ah, guiding hands are more suspicious of the one than the other, I imagine."
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[personal profile] soloritur 2022-04-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Marcos isn't accustomed to doors being held open for him, but he smiles at the gesture and follows him inside. The place they're staying is actually nice. Almost like a postcard with the poppies around it. The only way he can imagine it not being taken is if most of the people who live here are only there temporarily. Or they were kicked out to accommodate them.

"Maybe I'm just not used to things being that easy." Even after Taravast, he's still not adjusted to being treated like a guest. It's hard for him not to be uneasy about what's asked of them in return. Last time he was given a job that he was completely unqualified for to work for the witches, and this time... well, this village is creepy with how they just accept what's happening like it's normal.

"It's not just me that feels like this is a trap, right? If they start with curses, I hate to think what it'll take to prove ourselves worthy enough to use their Beacon."
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-03 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Rejuvenated," he says without hesitation, lips quirking at the corners. "Calm I find enough on my own, but energy?"

That he hasn't found lurking somewhere waiting to fill his parched vessel like rains on droughted lands.

"Which have you found more use for, ah?" He suspects, for various reasons, that energy might not also be Anduin's answer, though truly, all of them could use rejuvenating. Coming here has hardly met that course or cause. Just been less immediately fraught than wearing strange suits and having death-roused mermaids lusting after their flesh.

Zenobius, unknowing as he slumbers onward, would have nothing to contribute to any conversational value, but might also be the calmest of them all.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-03 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he'd hope so.

If it wasn't giving at all they'd have problems. ]


Quickly if you can. I'd rather not have reinforcements arriving.

[ Also, if he does this too much he's slightly concerned he may begin setting the whole area on fire. Which, admittedly, would make good cover for a get away -- but would cause a little more property destruction than he was planning.

He knocks another bandit back violently, sending them tumbling into a section of ground covered in flame. They shriek and roll out of it, then scramble to their feet and make to run. ]
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-04-03 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Some people got out. [that's something, isn't it? never mind the fact that the path to get there was kind of bloody. he's trying not to think about that] I mean, like -- Zuko and Aang and, like, Anakin got to go home.

[some of the people he was starting to get close to, of course]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-04 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
He lets out a huff of frustration, setting the ladder down and boosting himself off the top of the wall. Wrathion lands lightly, glances around once before moving the ladder more into the bushes.

"Gossip might add some colour to this place. The atmosphere is unpleasant."

It's about the most cold, frightened place he's been in some time. The people are not exactly unfriendly, but he suspects that is purely because of their dear friend The Merchant's contact being among the Hok-Shinn.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-04 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
He closes the door behind Marcos, crosses into the house and begins checking for where he put away tea.

"I think," Wrathion says, "that every place we have visited has had ties to the undead legions. That our dear friend the Merchant heard tales of that people here dealt in underground trafficking of young villagers to the undead legions. I have begun to see connecting strands, and I am wondering how much of a coincidence it is."

Or how much is entirely deliberate.
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[personal profile] badlypoisoned 2022-04-04 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if you insist.

[He's not going to insist on paying if you keep refusing.

He places his hands together and bowed a little.]


I don't believe I have introduced myself. My name is Yun Yifeng.
weifinder: (ask | and a dream in my soul)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-04 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
And being connected to power in some sense or another means being connected to known quantities, to expectations. Soon enough they'd be inducted to the last of them, the whispers about sins of ancestors that none of them could come from, that he's not sure even the present occupants of the town came from, and what did it serve?

Not for him to say in this moment. To make claims over another's culture, their beliefs, would be to only know his own as familiar, and theirs as strange. The ones here aren't any more odd than those in Sa-Hareth, than those in Taravast, than those found in the cracks between.

"Oh, they're gossiping, just not with us quite yet. Have you asked about the complaints delivered here? I think it's Anduin who ends up listening to most of them, Lan Zhan should have the practice from his chosen obligations, but his patience wears thin over this last year."

If anything, walking on quiet feet toward the back entrance of the house, Wei Wuxian himself sounds... amused.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-04 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anduin has always been a good listener."

So it does make a lot of sense, that he'd be spending most of his time listening to complaints.

"An excess of patience, too."

Combined, that would make the perfect person for such a thankless task. Wrathion dusts off his hands, following Wei Wuxian -- a curious expression on his face. Lan Zhan? He assumes he knows who the man is talking about, but the style of address is... different. Does that have some meaning?

"You knew each other before you came here?"

Curiosity in part, but the information may be useful too. People who had a connection in their home are more likely to prioritise each other over everyone else. This talk of chosen obligations mixed with a different name implies something of that.
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-05 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes! He's my husband." As one casually announces things which are, between the two of them, contentious. He'd hardly known he was married eighteen years ago, or again in Taravast, until for a third time, also in Taravast, they'd bound themselves in...

Whatever their relationship was. Husbands, yes. Not ones who slept easily side by side, but also did not sleep as well, without some sense of breathing in, and some sense of protection against the nightmares that enjoyed stalking him, night after night.

"My general understanding is you and Anduin are familiar to each other from your own home?"

Opening the door, and indicating for Wrathion to precede him inside. He hasn't, in fact, explained anything about why Lan Zhan should be familiar with fielding complaints, but also, it wasn't Wei Wuxian's job to be chief cultivator. That'd been his husband's chosen path.
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-04-05 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Anduin returns Wei Wuxian's question with a twitch of his lips. No, he suspects that the other man already knows his answer, but it is good to have a moment to converse with him. Get to know each other and not have to worry about some immediate danger (for now once).

"Ah, well. We all could use a boost of energy now and again," Anduin agrees. "For myself personally, however, I find... More often than not I am in need of a moment of peace."

His lips twitch again at that before he turns back to the preparation in front of him. Is he being too honest? He has a tendency to do that.
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Too honest, perhaps, but it does produce a low, rolling chuckle from Wei Wuxian, who cants his head to the side.

"Does Wrathion know how much of your patience comes at a cost?" But there's nothing behind the statement, only a hint as to things which have been said in other confidences, and Wei Wuxian's awareness of what costs are hidden behind things, how peace is difficult to find.

One can do everything within one's power to provide, cultivate, curate peace: and still have it taken, daily, in a thousand different ways, nothing left to stand untouched by the movement of the world.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-04-06 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
That explains some things, but not everything. It explains why he is so interesting in visiting Wangji, but not why he's forced to sneak in at night. Could they really not find a way to just adjust their cover stories so they could be together formally?

He supposes you could ask the same of him and Anduin, yet that's --

Different. They aren't actually married, it's... complicated.

"Yes," Wrathion allows, pacing into the house. "I've known Anduin several years. His hair was shorter when we met, as was his list of concerns."

Something that seems to grow endlessly, at a far too accelerated rate.
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-04-06 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps Wei Wuxian only means to tease with the question, to glean a little more of Anduin's relationship with Wrathion. He cannot truly know what he means, with such a question though, and while Anduin does his best not to stiffen or react to it in any particular way, he never had had much of a poker face. Wrathion is the rogue, after all, not him.

Does Wrathion know how much of your patience comes at a cost? At a cost...

(Another coin falls into the satchel. Plink. When will there be too many? What happens with the bag rips? Every breath he drew in, every moment that passed, another coin--)

Anduin takes in a long, slow breath before turning back toward his companion and offering him the gentle quirk of a smile.

"Likely moreso than most," he replies, "given that he knows what circumstances I am dealing with back at home. And the headaches he has given me personally." He raises an eyebrow at the other man. "I see that you have been talking?"
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"The two tend to grow with time," he says, agreeing with studying his companion, closing the door quietly behind them. "When we can help with the one without adding to that, it's a good day."

It's not always possible, but that's reality, such as it is. He doesn't guess their circumstances are so different across worlds than his own as to prevent all possible interpersonal conflict.

"How much shorter were both your concerns and your hair when you first met him?"
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-06 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
There is something there, but there's too much cultural context he can't rely on, cues and clues and expectations that don't match up. So he sees there's something there, but aside from a general understanding of people... it can't weigh specifically.

Beyond guessing that burdens carried are for wholes of progress, whatever that group or title might be, because that? He understands, from responsibility first one village to one sect to one region of a vast world.

"We've been sneaking in together!" So cheerfully stated, though his expression is more mildly amused. "Though he doesn't see why we're bothering with sneaking, considering I'm married, and you and he are whatever you are to each other." No question, and not a dismissal: just a lack of concern over the concept of labels or labeling. He's clinging to his, you defined relationships, to things he can call his own... but he knows, even with his husband, it doesn't matter the same to each person.

"Some of us are more gifted at giving headaches than others... I'm sure Lan Zhan might tell you the same of me." A pause, then a slight cant of his head. "Though I'm a better listener, if you'd ever appreciate the ear."
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-04-08 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Anduin raises his eyebrows at that. Sneaking in together? Wrathion hadn't said he'd had a partner in his crimes. He's about to ask further when Wuxian continues and Anduin's eyebrows shoot up further, straight towards his hairline.

"You're -- married?" he asks, unable to stop himself from sounding a bit incredulous as he does. Even if he has not necessarily heard Wangji referred to by such a name, contextually he understands who they are talking about. Not that he does not believe either of them capable of -- well. Alright.

"Truly?" No, that sounds rude. He shakes his head and clarifies. "I mean. You're not just referring to all that false fox marriage business, are you?" Like how he told his own bride he was married to Wrathion...
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[personal profile] cairhien 2022-04-08 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't belong.

( just as the blight hadn't )

There are things that could create illusions. I doubt two things we know could possibly be here.

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