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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-05-15 05:49 pm

the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ She takes a moment to glance him over as he crouches down before stepping up beside him to peer at the water. Even here, some silver coins glisten at the bottom, but there's no way to see everything.

Vanessa is careful as she crouches beside him, hugging her skirt to follow his gaze. They're far enough down a waterway that the current here isn't quite as dangerous as it was, not enough to drown a sailor, but it might still carry away a child. She'd rather not risk everything in her bag, nor the charming man at her side, for a mere curiosity. ]


Hm... Would it not be sad to be so confined? It ought to carry on with its beautiful new hat and swim towards the sea.

[ She likes that idea, even if she shouldn't, but her smile there is hidden from most, placated with her smile for the public. ]

Perhaps a spell has been cast upon it. It seeks something.
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Still avoiding anyone's touch, Vanessa steps around the glass with ease, her small frame having little trouble weaving through any crowd to go towards the door. She moves as if she's being guided by someone else's hand instead; someone only she can see.

The smell of Yancai hits different once outside, and there she stops to squint out at the darkness. It's familiar, but...off just enough that the pain stabs through her skull again, and Vanessa grits her teeth through it this time. ]


No. Where is he?
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[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Caitlyn lets the woman lead the way, though she has a more difficult time navigating the press of bodies in the tavern and ends up falling a bit behind. By the time she makes it outside, the woman is standing, staring into the darkness with gritted teeth.

She's just in time to hear the woman's question.]


Who? Who are you looking for?
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-19 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunate that we're here, then. We'll give it a better story.

[ They'd spoken of sea creatures together so long ago, building a kraken out of the snow. Is there a faint memory of that, a flicker of anything, he wonders? ]

So, it's had a spell cast on it. What is it seeking? Go on, your turn. Something brilliant.
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-19 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ There were a lot of people that he was meeting for the first time. ]

You have been here long enough to experience this more than once?
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this is a gift, it comes with a price

[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-19 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
That smile is not one that he has seen in a very long time, that's what it felt like. He is also, as it were, trying to stay away from the waters if he can avoid it. He does not need to be within the lakes and sink to the bottom, no need for the other to need to save him.

"What idea do you have, Master Wei?"

How much danger would they run into? He has already fought tar covered corpses. If he needs to fight again then he will.
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2023-05-19 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Xie Yun wasn't, in all honesty, afraid of being hurt. Though he gets it. If someone in the village looked like Zhou Fei or Chen Zichen then he'd do his best to protect them too. To make sure they didn't get hurt.

"I have no problem keeping up."

He had exceptional qinggong and would be able to keep up just fine. He loves the teasing and isn't quite used to that. That doesn't mean he won't head off toward the pier where the commontion has started up.

Maybe later he would have to talk to Lan Wangji, mention that he spoke to the man's older brother. For now? They'd just need to get across the pier and fight back-to-back in order to help those around them.
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[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-19 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Why would someone be following?!" she asks a little surprised, a slip-up into paranoia for a moment.

She finds herself a bench, and sits down on it, hand reaching for the bag that's hanging at her hips, as it always is, a constant even if she can't remember how long she's been in Yancai. Two years? One?

She sinks her hand inside the bag, which is no larger than a reticule (she did make it somewhere very renaissance-looking) so it should make no sense to see her arm disappear down to the elbow and come out with a notebook, to an outsider.

"Notes, I made notes." She thrust the notebook straight up at him, because the pain feels like it sits behind her eyes right now. "I've taken notes of our travels, please." She waves the notebook at him for him to take it.
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2023-05-19 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Let's say, if feasible, that this happens prior to Dany trying to send her off from the same location.]

"Who needs aid here, if anyone?"

Jon's demeanor makes it clear that he doesn't like the performance... the chains, the dragging, the attempt to foment further accusations. He frowns at her captor a little, and asks his question kindly enough.
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-19 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Last Wei Wuxian had seen Wen Ning, the man had claimed his own sense of self and turned toward embracing the life he had, however marked he was by the life he'd lived over the last near two decades. He deserved as much chance as anyone to make his own way, and his own family, with Sizhui knowing their relationship, and the cenotaph the two surviving Wen Clan descendants under construction if not completed... with Sizhui having been here, he doesn't know if that's had an effect, if they're all from the same world, if they're from parallel ones, and he doesn't know that he can find it in him to care at present.

What he does find, however, is he's momentarily considering if this is another trick this world is playing on him, and so for a moment, Wen Ning finds himself simply observed with slightly narrowed eyes. Not judgmental ones, but evaluating ones, in the seconds before Wei Wuxian's brows quirk upward and his smile returning to its easy pull upward on his lips.

"This is a barrier, isn't it?"

Breaking down the door, he means.

"Don't tell Wen Qing if I'm not successful, she'll never let me live it down — she does know you're here, ah? A-Yuan knows?"

Sizhui, yes, but there's a certain satisfaction of remembrance to call him by his childhood name in the presence of his remaining family.

... His remaining family who couldn't swim.
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-19 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
He had parted, all that time ago, with Sizhui. The Ghost General had decided to go his own way and not stay behind. They had even started the construction on the cenotaph and completed what they'd set out to accomplish. There was a lot to be done still but they had time. Or, they should have had time. He isn't sure how he ended up here nor does he care at the moment. Sizhui was there and he was told that his sister was.

"It is."

The door is nothing but a barrier that could be broken down with ease. He also takes note of those eyes watching him. Luckily for Wei Wuxian none of this was a trick. If it was then Wen Ning wasn't actively a part of said trick.

"I've not seen jiejie yet but I did speak to A-Yuan."

Then after a moment.

"And a man who resembles you slightly, Master Wei."

It had been weird seeing Beitang Moran. Though he hasn't found anyone yet other than them and a man who had been tasked to being a mermaid turned him. Luckily, Sizhui had told him who was there for the most part. Those that were important to the boy anyway and to him in his own way.
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[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-19 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not really trying to antagonize the enemy, he swears! It's mostly just his general tone and spirit compounded with the day he's had. Namely, being turned into a toad.

It's a good thing that they take off running though because he probably would have said something that would have been more antagonistic. ]


A pond?! [ It's hard not to sound incredulous. ] I don't live in a pond, I'm a person! I know it's a little hard to believe it when I look like this but I was turned into a toad by that cackling woman. Left here down the street!

[ The bustling market lays out before them. It might be a little difficult to maneuver on a normal day, but surely they'll be able to dodge the cat in a crowd, right? ]
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[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-19 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Don't like being stabbed.

It certainly isn't a pleasant experience, I can tell you that much.

[ The light tone persists, as if he isn't the faintest bit concerned that they're talking about being stabbed. The Doctor for what it's worth however, is keeping an especially close eye on their drowned rat of a passenger. ]

I suspect not. I'd remember someone named Buck. I'm the Doctor. And our friend is - [ He clicks his tongue as if he's chiding himself for forgetting. ] what was your name again?
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-19 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You have to see your sister," he says, fixing Wen Ning with a look, even if his smile had not fully fled. To him, that's non-negotiable. It would be like asking that he not strive to reach his shijie, were she ever here. Utterly impossible for him to accept, pending it wasn't her own death if he did. Her own death again. "I should send you back right now, nevermind that I'm no Master Wei to you anymore, ah?"

Part of him is tempted to do so anyway. He only stays his metaphorical hand because he did believe in Wen Ning's autonomy, from the moment he finally claimed it; and this place, the beacon buried within, holds another importance for getting the living back to their homes.

The mention of a man who resembles him has Wei Wuxian blinking, then laughing, even as he reached for a talisman tucked into the front of his robes.

"Beitang Moran, my better fed, noble half. He has visions of the future, a fascinating man. Politically astute. Absolutely useless for work. As silver tongued as you could want, and better intentioned, which makes him tolerable. A good fighter. Not cultivator levels, but he's not a cultivator, so why compare him to those who are?"

A cluck of his tongue as he fully commits to standing on the wet decking, flicking his talisman forward. It burns itself to ash even as a series of beautiful, light and fire flecked butterflies swarm forward, the barriers that might have been there negated, he hopes, by their presence.

Or never there at all, he muses. The butterflies surge in fluttering throes through the wood, and Wei Wuxian balances himself, pools qi in exactitude to his foot when lifted, and kicks the door in. Once, years ago, he would have asked or indicated for Wen Ning to take the lead on this, but they're akin to equals now, and Wei Wuxian is well versed in what actions he can take without burning through necessary resources.

The problem he encounters is only half the door gives under his powerful kick. The central portion collapses inward, leaving the locked door handle and the hinges still connected to wooden paneling on either side. For all the world, his damage looks like natural inevitability. Wei Wuxian shakes his head, shooting Wen Ning a bright smile.

"It worked! Let's go in and help locate this beacon now, shall we? You'll find them as insufferable as I do, I don't doubt it — ah, Wen Ning. If you see that tar on the dead in the waters here, see any pool of it on walls or the floors in here, avoid it. At all costs. In almost every case, it's cursed."

Delivering that nugget of wisdom, Wei Wuxian slips between the hanging portions of door to find himself in a narrow front room leading to a hall, and doors on either side.

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reunited in the weirdest way soz clara

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-19 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ In the act of leaping as if his life depended on it, he doesn't realize whose head he's leaping onto. It doesn't matter really so long as he can get some form of height on the cat. Leaping onto this person's head is marginally easier than if it had been say, someone of his own height. Must be short - which is probably a mistake, he realizes belatedly. Because if he can reach this woman's head then that cat must be able to too.

His moment of triumph in the chaos is short-lived however. As soon as the cat has been deflected, hands swat, trying to throw him off. And although he's a frog, he still has all his facilities - he knows that voice. He'd never admit it but he had thought about it, how before he had jettisoned away back into time and space, had heard her say that she was going to be fine with Danny and thanking him for making her feel special.

This was certainly a far cry from that. ]


What do you mean what is happening?! Stop trying to swat me off, that cat is just biding it's time to come back and throw me down its gullet.
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THEY SLEEP

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-19 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor is on a similar page as Aloy when it comes to feeling uncomfortable around those that are visibly, genuinely grieving. Or rather, this particular incarnation of himself is. In past scenarios, he's simply looked past it. Bit hard to do that when there's so much of it happening around you though.

He spots the bright spot of red hair also skirting around the crowd before she surges forward to look at the beached boats. Soon enough he's following suit, sliding up silently beside her to peer into the one she's examining. The dread in him intermingles with a spark of curiosity as he stoops down to swipe at the inside of the coffin for residue. Nothing. He finishes the thought for her - one of many possibilities shooting through his mind. "There wasn't anyone there to begin with."
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[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-19 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Clara, please that's the first rule of seaside living. Always wear a life jacket.

[ Yeah, about that. He's still going to shout at her, even if it's utter nonsense that he doesn't and wouldn't abide by if left to his own devices. His eyebrows arch as he follows suit, letting her lead the way. ]

Since when do you own a home? And here of all places? You never gave me the impression you enjoyed a fishing village.
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-19 10:07 am (UTC)(link)


And would he? He has not thought himself a creature of whim, of fluidity, of vanity. Wei Ying complains, and it's a sign of feeble sickness, of discomfort, inconvenience, blisters and small bruises — not broken bones. He is silent when true ailing hits him, saps him of strength like waters bled of stalks.

...and he kicks, nudges and collides, the control over his flimsy fresh body imprecise. Lan Wangji bears the onslaught against his cheek with the northbound hike of his brow, before gently accepting the burden of his husband's small heft on his hand and drifting him up, held within gaze's stab. They watch one another for a heartbeat's silence that seems to stretch into cosmic dignity.

Then, with the sigh of the longest-suffering of men, lips already curdling from the inevitability of moist clammy skins, Lan Wangji drips his mouth over his husband's moss-wet head. There, young toad. Would he, indeed.

...more affection than grace to it. He does not shield his horror after, nose wrinkling with bone-deep resignation as he accepts Wei Ying's metamorphosis, his shift in temperature, his slippery, oily, clammy touch. Delightfully off-putting, yet a kinder fate than surviving qi-locked.

And because he is a man wedded, if not bedded, and because suffering is a calling and an art, Lan Wangji, hereby disdaining the many decisions that led to this moment, politely loosens the fold of his robes to slip the toad in the created pocket, by his breast.

"I assume you would not prefer four shichen in this shape." Correct him now, before he starts to look for... other toads to relieve the curse.

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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-19 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I will find jiejie."

Though, it had hit him hard when Sizhui had told him that she was here, in this place. His sister was alive and whatever trick of this place that was... he was grateful. The last thing that he really wanted was to show up and in the end none of it be true. He knows that Sizhui wouldn't lie to him about something like that. Neither would Wei Wuxian. Beitang Moran had even known of his sister's name.

As for calling him Master Wei... there were some habits that were hard to break. Even if there was a part of him that wasn't sure what to call the man before him. It wasn't something that he had thought about. Nor would he change the way he addresses the other until he could figure it out. The other was, after all, a very good friend.

So Beitang Moran was political where the other was not. From what he was being told the man was not a cultivator, demonic or otherwise. Though the man was a fighter. It was something that he would remember.

Wei Wuxian had to have been in the place for a while if he was kicking in doors. Even if it was something he could have done for him and wouldn't have had a problem with it, as he would've chosen to do it himself.

"I have fought the tar covered dead."

Luckily, he had not allowed those undead to touch him. That didn't mean that his chains hadn't touched the tar covered dead. Would that tar even do anything to him? Did they even want to find out if it would?

Slipping into the house he lets his eyes roam around the room before back at Wei Wuxian," What is it cursed with?" Was the beacon to be found in this place? "Does it have a specific sound or look?" This beacon that they're looking for.
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-19 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He has none of his own, no, because he was doing nothing of great worth before waking up half-drowned in a lake. He accepts the talismans and gives a nod.

"Is there somewhere we can meet, after?"

He has just been wandering the village ... since he arrived. Sleep has not been something Xichen has much indulged in, nor food, and though he is thinner after three months of preferring to subsist on qi and willpower, he knows it is his responsibility to stay able to fight in this realm. Resting somewhere without the monsters around is rapidly becoming a priority.
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-19 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It got worse?

( he remembers the train, vaguely. remembers getting off and ending up here and just...staying, settling. it feels like it's been awhile. )

What, don't like the view of everything burning all the time?

( this house was weird. )
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[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-19 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In the midst of a baking spree, Clara answers with a mixing bowl in hand, stirring so her eggs don't scramble in the warm mixture. Something nags at the back of her memory—is he familiar somehow?—but she shakes it off. ]

What's your best sales pitch and maybe I'll consider it.

[ She won't consider it, and that's pretty obvious by the amused expression on her face. ]

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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-19 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( clara. had that been her name? it was so, so long ago and his head's such a mess that he can't really remember.

but wouldn't she remember him? or was he that unmemorable? he frowns, trying to parse it out before he shakes his head. )


I'm fine.

( he thinks? he doesn't know. depends on the day. )

Bucky. Carp owner.

( doesn't know why he said that. )
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[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-19 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't like forgetting my life.

( and whilst there are certainly some things that adrienne would be okay with forgetting she didn't want to forget the people she loved, the things that she'd done. it was her life and it was important to her )

Coming here... I thought I'd always lived here.

( so no wonder that she finishes the last of her drink )
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-19 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Which girl, do you know her?

[ Not to be overbearing, but it's good to be informed of these things. Sizhui is a good boy, upstanding and righteous, but he is also a young man with zero experience in romance. Xichen wants to safeguard him from any hurts, if possible. ]