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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-08-13 03:17 pm

serthica: war & peace


Clockwork Serthica’s arrival event stretches til around 3 September. You’re welcome to hit up this log or make your own entries. Characters not assigned to a region can still access it, as long as they’re discreet.

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WAR & PEACE




SUMMARY: The Merchant assigns the group to determine if the dead lurk within Serthica’s adversarial halves. Eidris and Minaras hold a summit to normalise trade within Serthica’s elusive Neutral Zone — while a resistance movements attempts to capture Minaras lead figure Arabella. In Eidris, locals must calm a maddened dragon and her cohort and retrieve her hatching eggs. Minaras hosts its eerie civic indoctrination that seeks to extirpate physical and moral decay.


FAIR FORTUNE | SWITZERLAND | EIDRIS: THERE BE DRAGONS | MINARAS: EYES ON YOU




FAIR FORTUNE

The party at sea is smuggled into Serthica with help from false passport papers secured by their Mouse House companions. The two groups meet at Serthica’s port customs, in time for the Merchant’s private transmission:

Good afternoon. I salute and thank the efforts of our recent additions. You performed exceptionally.

You will hear Serthica is sundered by war, sickness and irreconcilable differences. In truth, she is likely divided by the interests of those who weaponise fear and manipulate opportunity.

In Eidris, they claim Minaraians are not human. In Minaras, they speak the same of Eidris. Disgust, dismay and paranoia have created a… system of profound physical avoidance. If this is mere fearmongering, it is distasteful, but inconsequential. However… if one of the citadel’s halves has succumbed to the dead, who now know to feign they yet live… this marks a dire escalation. You must study this.

Your transportation beacon sleeps in the holy grounds of Vassarizhia. It will light within months, when the Heart’s clock quiets for its annual winding. You may visit the grounds during the upcoming trade summit.

While in Serthica, your only objectives are to survive until the beacon’s eye opens, and to discover the dead present. I pray but question you will prevail.





SWITZERLAND

After a lengthy inspection of their passport papers, the party is steered towards the Sanctuary of Serthica’s Neutral Zonea vast institute near Serthica’s great clock tower. Here, representatives of Eidris and Minaras assemble at midday for peaceful negotiations to improve distant trade relations.

■ The Merchant recommends mingling to broaden your investigation into Serthica’s dead. Even Minaras leading figurehead Arabella will attend.

■ For peace-keeping, entrants to the Sanctuary must surrender their weapons or allow them to be sealed, if they want to carry them in. Weapons are released on departure. Physical enhancements that characters cannot remove (ex: vampire fangs) are excepted.

■ Those who are unwilling to give up or seal their weapons can head on to Eidris and Minaras.

■ Summit attendants receive badges reflecting their Serthica identities, or can divert the greeting droid and liberate the insignia of a delayed delegation. Higher-ranking badges earns you more lenient treatment and higher security clearance.

Eidris attendants receive golden armbands or scarves, those of Minaras dark blue.

■ In bustling halls, officials negotiate grain exchanges, new train railways, the currency exchange rate and the saddening conditions of Mouse House exiles. Alas, if only someone (not them) could help.

■ Those drafted into the talks are toasted with a green, mint-like potion — an unadvertised truth serum intended to keep negotiations honest. The potion’s effects last two to four hours, compelling truth but not speech. But do talk: candour wins answers.

■ Artisans display their finest novelty items in the main reception hall. Aggressively enthusiastic traders seek testers and investors for their wares — potent opiates, goggles that show you the world in 10 years’ time, even detailed plans for luxury teahouses offering droid companionship. Extricate yourself with as much coin and dignity as possible.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
■ The great clock of the Neutral Zone strikes 18:00, triggering a light three-minute earthquake and the rise of nocturnal Minaras.

■ The Sanctuary loses all electric power. As servants rush for candles, you might notice some native summit delegates behave peculiarly: their eyes look glassy, faces trapped in an expression of comical, exaggerated dismay. Many are frozen in tense positions. Others move in sluggish, uncoordinated and jerky spasms. One might catch your wrist and attempt to speak in staggered, guttural croaks.

■ Lights return once the earthquake finishes. Locals resume regularly and do not seem to have noticed any erratic behaviour.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
CONTENT WARNING: TERROR ATTACK

■ Starting her speech, Arabella of Minaras calls a tribute for those lost to the great Culling sickness that struck Serthica mere years before. The vigil is interrupted by a fusillade of rifle shots fired from outside, through the Sanctuary’s wall-long windows.

■ The bullets exclusively target Minaras delegates and do not contain gunpowder, but a thickened, pale liquid. Once shot, those wounded experience a hysterical, incontrollable terror and the certainty that their greatest fear is hunting them. Many of the shot delegates develop an instant flight response and seek to claw their way out of the Sanctuary, with no care for whom they trample in their path. This terror lasts 30-60 minutes. Please content warn if you graphically describe your character’s greatest fear.

■ As rifle gunshots die down, a voice from outside introduces the Remembrance coalition, pledging safety if the summit surrenders Arabella.

■ The Sanctuary activates emergency measures: protective magical wards start to slowly reinforce, while attendants risk their lives to return characters’ weapons.

■ You could team up and help Arabella’s few remaining guards to escort her to safety in Minaras. Drop a line if you take this route.

■ Outside, you find the Sanctuary’s grounds have been drenched in a thick fog that barely allows you to see steps ahead. Your senses dull, and you are gradually prone to sleep — while masked men close in with rifles and vicious droid hunting hounds.

■ Help Sanctuary guards take out the assailants — and submit your character for a RNG draw to interrogate a lone captive.

■ Characters who later investigate the Sanctuary can find some of its windows have been very carefully pricked, fissured or even minutely holed, easing the way for attack.


Crawl back to your home base in Eidris or Minaras — you need the beauty sleep.



EIDRIS | THERE BE DRAGONS

Eidris’s relaxed atmosphere might balm your rattled nerves after the Sanctuary’s disasters. Startled citizens gather to offer you help settling in, while dragons seek you out to curl up and nuzzle.

Eidris is governed by natural order and harmony, achieved through firm etiquette, consideration and reminders to slow down. You can hole up in a room in one of the many abandoned and repurposed villas, or group up to take a whole house. Local technology is a blend of mechanical gears and magic that substitutes fuels. Sorcerers are frequent, boastful and admired.

Dig deeper, and you’ll find the people of Eidris are unwilling to linger on negative experiences and gradually lose memory of them. If queried, many natives have normalised intermittent amnesia, with some using their link to their dragons to stay anchored in the present.

■ Acclimate to your roles in Eidris and enjoy the sweet welcome of neighbourly gifted meals and knitwear and a personal, signed letter of support from king Thivar.

Eidris prepares for the rare hatching of dragon eggs, lain by the beautiful fire-breathing Aiva — one of the fewer martial dragons used by Eidris’ military. Two weeks into your stay (around 25 August, forward date at will), word spreads that Aiva’s mate has been deeply injured by a Minaras scouting ship during the 6:00-7:00 overlap period when the two citadel halves are both overground.

■ A panicked, distrustful Aiva collects her silver-shelled eggs from the formal nest quarters, hiding them on the rooftops or in the balconies of tall, dangerous buildings. Several other martial dragons assist Aiva by guarding these hideaways until the young dragons can hatch.

Eidris calls back most transport dragons to avoid altercation with their fire-breathing, paranoid brethren. This might strand some riders on the nearest decrepit rooftop, while testy dragons fly by. They don’t initiate attack, but are more prone to warning tail sweeps or light charring, if you come close.

■ Dragon lord Cain d’Ubiq urges riders that can reconnect with their dragons to help retrieve the 1m, 50-kg eggs and deliver them back to the dragon grounds nest before they hatch by sundown — terrorising the baby dragons that wake alone and ripping into local architecture. Other riders are needed to spread a trail of deep incense smoke in the air that can soothe dragons from their outburst. Lend a hand!

■ Characters who enlisted for dragon riding on arrival could be middling riders by this point.

Aiva’s children hatch moments before the clock ticks 18:00 and Minaras also surges overground. Characters linked to a dragon feel the birth: first as an overwhelming exuberance, then as an all-consuming and irrational dread that briefly reduces them to inexplicable tears.




MINARAS | EYES ON YOU

A sharp departure from Eidris’ laissez-faire is watchful Minaras, where citizens obsess with schedules, orderliness and time — as if every second is both borrowed and wasted.

Newcomers can choose between one-person 2.5x2.5m ‘sleep units’ in packed industrial homes, or pool funds to rent small refurbished alcoves that once served as hospital or science halls. Space is a luxury, silence a myth: helper droids constantly fuss after their masters, steam engines cough outside, and the gentle thrum on the streets betrays the current-shifting omnipresence of large Watch ships.

Civic sound systems periodically bleat reminders for citizens to STAY HALE, STAY WHOLE, alongside tips for basic droid care, the latest in scientific discoveries, paid ads and reminders not to park your robotic carriage near hydrants.

■ Quickly learn the ropes of your assumed identity, as Minaraians have a duty to report peculiar behaviours.

■ Watch ships prevent lawbreaking while Minaras is overground. Crime rates spike rapidly when Minaras falls underground.

■ More than violence, Minaraians appear to fear their pocket watch times being wrong, filth and sickness. The smallest cough earns a stern glance and a wide berth.

■ As part of Minaras’ periodic social indoctrination, you are robotically escorted alongside your peers and other unrelated Minaraians to a civic integration centre. Here, you take turns before a mechanical droid sphinx labelled ASCLEPIOS that asks, ”What rots you? and compels an honest answer (this can be emotional, mental or physical sickness, minor or severe).

■ A painless tattoo appears on the back of your hand, listing your Decay (ex: ‘malnourishment,’ ‘a choleric temper’). Others in the indoctrination centre must help you mend through acts of care (ex: cooking you a meal, helping you meditate). The tattoo fades after 72 hours, or once sufficient acts of care have ‘cured’ you.

■ After one week (around 20 August, but feel free to forward date), a transmission from Arabella informs watch, aerial, military and health units that Minaras is changing the daily schedule of its scout ships. The last scouts will now be deployed at 4:15am and return to base by 5:00am.



QUESTIONS

winscenario: (hundred seventy two.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-25 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At first Jim doesn't even pay attention to the words, distracted by the warmth of Bones's hands, the sweetness of his breath against his lips. Each time his heart beats, he could swear it's about to leap out of his mouth, and it's not until Bones's voice threatens to verge into babble territory that Jim pulls back to look him in the eye. ]

No, this is not okay. That's why I'm kissing you back and letting you feel me up under my skirt.

[ He shoots Bones a smile, eyebrow arched just so. ]
biomed: ID (104)

[personal profile] biomed 2022-09-25 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( The rate at which his heart sinks and soars is enough to give him metaphorical whiplash. Bones makes a face at him, and rolls his eyes. )

You're such an ass.

( The tension, if there was any left, breaks into pieces as he punctuates his declaration with a kiss to the corner of Jim's mouth. Which would have been followed up by something more substantial, except for the sudden sound of water spilling right over the rim of the tub. )

Shit– ( hold that thought while he peels himself away, Jim. )
matermali: (070)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Vanessa can't help but feel that she's the fool to have encouraged their escape. Perhaps the terror that was chasing him earlier has been leashed, even used for their benefit, but how is it any better to walk with boldness right into the maws of a lion? To be consumed by a pride of beasts? Better to die brave, is that it? Better yet to live, but her hope wavers still as she clutches at the Doctor's suit for balance while trying to keep up with him.

"I... I am so..." No matter what power resides within, Vanessa's body is all too human. She sags against him, her knees buckling utterly, even as the doom grows closer. She doesn't need to hear it. She can feel it, even through the twilight of her drowsiness. "...sorry..."

She has ruined their chances, hasn't she? How much longer can he hold out, even if he isn't human? Already it must take so much of his will to stay sane, to stay in control. They should have remained at the summit, perhaps. There they could have found weapons to fight with. How can she help if she can't stay awake? Tears glisten once more before her eyes drift shut and she loses consciousness completely.
winscenario: (eighteen.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-25 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's smile eases into something more relaxed, his own returning kiss far more eager, cupping Bones's face in his hands right up until the moment that he pulls away. There's a little whine but he lets him go, for a moment just sitting there before he gets to his feet and follows after Bones. ]

You know, [ He starts as he slips his arms around Bones's waist from behind. ] I'd like to see how your clothes would look on the floor too.
soloritur: (135)

[personal profile] soloritur 2022-09-25 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's a lot of robots and not a lot of privacy. Marcos doesn't really blame him for wanting a break to see what the other side is like. ]

I think some people refused them, but I didn't know that was an option. Now I kind of see why. A while back we hit a wave of emotions that came out of nowhere.

[ Right now it's fine. If anything, the dragon seems curious about this new person. While it has some seriously sharp teeth poking out from its lips, it doesn't try to bite him. Marcos keeps a close eye, just in case. ]

...I don't have the best experience with telepaths. I'm hoping we don't regret it later on. At least I don't think they're recording us with them.
biomed: (135)

[personal profile] biomed 2022-09-25 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Crisis thankfully averted– the bath mat has surely seen worse than a sudden soaking of soapy water –Bones slides his warm, wet hands over Jim's bare arms, and ducks his head with a throaty chuckle. )

Oh, Darlin'– ( and that comes as a low purr, full of dark promises, ) I thought that was the whole idea.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-25 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrathion nods once, offering Anduin a flicker of a smile.

"Compassion is, quite luckily, something else you excel at. Even towards those who many not have yet earned it."

Speaking from experience, of course. Anduin's compassion towards him has allowed them to heal this rift, has allowed them to be close once more. He studies Anduin thoughtfully, considering this.

"However compassion can have a cost, as you well know."

Compassion opens you up to pain. Anduin has felt that burn several times over. Once upon a time, Wrathion had theorised that Anduin may be too soft for his crown. Had thought naiveté might lead him to disaster. In truth, it is more likely compassion. More likely Anduin's urge to save every single person he can, to heal every wound, to offer every person who falls his own strength so they might stand.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-09-26 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[...he's not used to people smiling around him so he briefly frowned but he can't really work up any anger because the explanation he was looking for is so much more interesting.]

You can explain in a way that makes sense to you and if I don't understand I can ask.
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-09-26 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Green plum wine. Do you not have this where you come from?" Fei's gaze shifts towards Lethe, raising an amused eyebrow at the dragon as it keeps its hold on Wei Wuxian's hand for a second longer before spitting it out.

The sight makes her chuckle and look toward Herman the III, head tilted as the two size each other up once again, each aware of the masked sense of amusement in the other. Silently agreeing that neither was going to do any chewing, though, Herman was getting awfully peckish after a long day of flying and looking unamused.

"Master Wei, I think both of these mounts need to eat. Do you want to come to drink elsewhere after we get them to the stables?"
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[personal profile] inferus 2022-09-26 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Wrath says in response both to his acknowledgement that he may have misinterpreted and the acceptance of working at this experiment together. He knows both are rare for Five, and so Wrath takes neither lightly but expresses his appreciation for Five doing both in this instance.

He cradles the glass within his hand, looking into the alcohol.

His head tilts to one side in thought.

"You have been focused on survival for too long to plan for much beyond survival." It is half question, half acknowledgement. He takes another long drink from the glass in front of him, seeking the burn from the liquor, letting it ride down his throat briefly at the mention of the high stakes of Hell.

"...a curse to break in a limited amount of time." Or his House crumbles. Hell is always a battle in and of itself - maneuvering it with careful precision. "Among the rest Hell requires."

But he does wish to marry Emilia if that is indeed what she chooses, if she truly chooses him.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-26 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
What could she possibly have to be sorry for, he instantly wonders? There's no time to question her, though he understands her at least enough now to know where those thoughts have come from. They're both quite good at guilt, it would seem.

As she sags against him, he musters up the strength to hold her upright, to lift her even. It's a monumental effort, only because his limbs themselves feel weighed down. He hasn't the strength he normally would have, and it feels like a futile effort, but he is not going to fail anyone else, never again.

"You're absolutely...ridiculous. You're sorry? You've been kind and...more than I deserve," he notes quietly, forcing himself to talk - barely above a whisper - to keep himself awake. He feels and hears the mechanical droids closing in, but he keeps following the beacon of light, assured there must be a way out of this madness.

He stumbles a few times, nearly falling, but catches himself. It feels like trudging through quicksand, his steps clumsy, uncertain, laborious. He finally feels his feet hit something more like cobblestone, and there are people bustling around nearby. He doesn't entirely know where they've made it, but they're out of the fog. Here, at last, the Doctor slumps carefully down to the ground, his back against a wall, mindful of Vanessa in his arms. His head lolls a bit as he takes a deep breath. They're safe. For now.
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-09-26 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
As well you know.

Anduin takes in a breath, letting it out slowly before he offers Wrathion a nod in return.

"There is a balance that must be maintained," he says, at last. "That's the hardest lesson of all, I think, especially for someone such as myself. It is altruistic to believe I can do it all. Save them all. I need to remind myself that sometimes, I will need to think of myself first."

He glances up, across the table towards Wrathion.

"That I may in fact be harming others if I do not."
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[personal profile] spoilers 2022-09-26 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For years, lifetimes, River had struggled to balance the love she felt for him against the feelings she'd always believed he could never return. So desperately, she'd sought his approval, soaking up every glimmer of praise, a poor substitute for what she'd really wanted. And when he'd finally been able to show her how wrong she'd been, it was almost too late. But at least she'd known in the end. That's what she'd told herself, what she's still telling herself.

His admission still catches her off-guard.

Oh, she's forgotten how much more open this face can be, for all his uncertainty and awkwardness, his emotions so much closer to the surface.

She laughs, a barely-there sound, almost relieved and heavy with the weight of her own emotions. Where does that leave them? Maybe where they've always been. Two people who love each other too much to hold onto each other for fear of the inevitable loss. Except there isn't anywhere else to go, and neither of them is walking away.
]

You won't, will you.

[ It isn't a question and no doubt hides behind her words, but the relief seems to settle over her with the acknowledgement. ]

I know how to look after myself. Better than you. [ Her voice is soft, lightly teasing, but when she meets his eyes, there's no mistaking her sincerity. ] I'm not going anywhere, Doctor.

[ Whatever else she may have left behind, she won't leave him. Not again. Not as long as she has a choice. ]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-09-26 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll pretty much read anything I can get my hands on, to be quite honest. I do enjoy philosophy, poetry, history and political science, but really as long as there is something to read, I'll read it.

My life companion writes some very successful erotic novels, and they're quite good if I do say so myself.

[You should try them, they're really nice!]

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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-26 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I don't know that I am very wise. But maybe a little less foolish than I used to be.

[Let him busy himself with heating water because he's a bit embarrassed by all the compliments.]

My faith was restored by the person who gave me this. [He touches the bamboo hat hanging around his neck, a bit battered but well-tended to.] I still keep it with me so I won't forget again.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-09-26 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Five says nothing when he thanks him, like it isn't highly unusual to accept the help he's offered. Unlike his longer jumps, he's confident that he can recreate what he did in the barn and pull time back under a minute without causing any major issues. If anything, it should be easier to do when he's not bleeding to death.

He nods just slightly as Wrath preceptively guesses why he hasn't made plans beyond the only thing he's been working towards for decades. Klaus seemed to think that meant he was addicted to the apocalypse, but he didn't understand what it was like. None of them did. Survival is all he knows how to do. He doesn't want to dwell on what happens after, because he can't imagine what it's like to live in a world that isn't doomed.

"Your curse?" He observes Wrath, openly curious about what Hell is like, but not pushing him to reveal more than he wants. If it weren't for the tattoo, Five still wouldn't know anything about his curse, so he assumes it's not something he would have chosen to share otherwise. "Are you the one that has to maintain it?"
winscenario: (seventy three.)

'GET A ROOM', the audience hollers

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sound of Bones's laughter is so sweet in his ears, he feels giddy and warm all over from that alone. Pressing soft kisses just behind Bones's ear, his hands start working on his clothes, undoing buttons one at a time. ]

Well then, don't mind if I do...
thedreamer: (0118)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-27 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
I do very well looking after myself! You obviously have me confused with someone else. [ It's playful, yes, though he is entirely convinced that he really is good at taking care of himself. As always, River knows better, though.

Her next words are exactly what he needed to hear, without knowing or fully realizing he needed to hear them. But that's the nature of their relationship, isn't it? Knowing each other so desperately well, always being one step ahead of the other, being able to recognize the needs they both have without the other needing to say it at all. ]


Now, I'm holding you to that promise, Professor Song.

[ Though he doesn't say the same words back, he means to do the same. Not go anywhere at all, as long as he can. This is their last chance, the only time he'll ever have again to just be with River Song. His wife. He won't let it just slip through his fingers without doing everything he can to hold it tightly. ]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-27 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
It is a lesson Wrathion had hoped Anduin would learn, would take to heart.

It seems, for now at least, he has

The dragon inclines his head a small amount in agreement.

"I'm glad you see it that way."

There is some relief in knowing Anduin might, at least, temper himself for the sake of not causing Wrathion unnecessary stress. He feeds himself some of the last of his bread, begins picking through the last of his meat and cheese.

"You know, I am sure, that I will always prioritise you over anyone else here."

There may be times that Anduin would wish it to be otherwise, but Wrathion simply cannot entertain any harm coming to the priest if he could prevent it. He would be unable to tolerate it, cannot risk losing Anduin.
thedreamer: (010)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-27 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Doctor feels that people's achievements should be recognized, so he does try to point out the good when possible. ]

That's only fun, you know. Wise and foolish, sane and a little mad. All the best people are a mix of everything.

The person who gave you that - a friend would you say? Good friends are treasures, aren't they?
spoilers: (smile:  apologetic)

[personal profile] spoilers 2022-09-27 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Easily falling into step beside Vanessa, half her attention still on the droid, River makes a soft hum of acknowledgement at her apology before the words really sink in, then she laughs.

"Oh, please, call me River." As her companion may be noticing, she has little concern for social formalities. "And it's nice to finally meet you properly."
spoilers: (doctor:  kiss)

[personal profile] spoilers 2022-09-27 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ She laughs again, more warmly, then she's leaning in to kiss him.

His reassurance is in his worry, in the way his fingers wrap around hers and the way he looks at her.

He may be her undoing, he has been already, but he's also her constant. No matter where or when, no matter what face he's wearing, when she really needs him, he's always there. He's her home, her safe place to land, her other half. And he's going to stay right here with her.
]

I wouldn't dream of breaking it, Sweetie.

[ She bunches her fingers once in his jacket before gently smoothing it out again and reluctantly letting her hand drop back to her side. ]

Then I guess it's time we go our separate ways. I'll find you again in a day or two.
weifinder: (quiet | this pull is astronomical)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-09-27 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"They can be more coherent, but this isn't so bad," Wei Wuxian says as an aside, though he listens while she asks her own questions, and the spirit rallies itself better to answers. Or to what it had as answers, meaning they still carried whatever its bias was from life.

Like most things, truth was a matter of knowing enough. Unless the dead wandered or found a certain degree of enlightenment, what more could they know? Only their truths, stripped of ego, and here that wasn't even strictly the case.

"Would you say it was about five years ago? Around the time of the plague, or sooner?"

The spirit floats in questionable silence for a few moments. It's ultimate answer, when it comes, is sadly, I............. don't know. Yes. Maybe. Before, yes, yes?
intermingled: ([skittys]skittys-5)

[personal profile] intermingled 2022-09-28 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a good question. Why is he apologizing? ]

Perhaps I have spent too much time around humans. Many of you have a tendency to apologize for things you cannot control. It is illogical, is it not?

[ He returns Jim's gaze with a hint of amusement. ]
thedreamer: (& River - Don't wait up)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-28 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ The kiss feels like a promise in and of itself as well. He believes he truly will see her again when they part ways here. He doesn't have to fear that she'll disappear. He won't accept or allow anything else to be true, and he knows that she wouldn't, either.

They belong together, to each other, and this world won't get the better of them.

Before she pulls too far away, he smiles and reaches out to lightly tap her nose with the tip of his index finger. ]


Make it a good entrance when you do find me.