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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] aprescoup 2023-05-20 12:55 am (UTC)(link)


"Only learn a trade with your two hands!" He offers: first the words, then the rod, nurture Nacho into the right pose and posture to woo fish in without straining his bending back. It'll be a long wait.

Then, the story: about witches, as he was asked, and scary. This one has witches that lure small children into the woods, with promises of sweets and sugars, only to capture and cook them in a great cauldron. How savage! But then, siblings broke the cycle, trapping the witch instead.

"...always good to have a happy ending."

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[personal profile] beautifullies 2023-05-20 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claire waves her off. ]

Please, don't worry. I get in my own head and the next thing I know, my husband's reminding me to eat something. Not here, but—[ She gestures nebulously up at the sky, as if to say the world I came from. It almost hurts to think about, but at least she isn't the widow she thought. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Ives.

[ Taking a drag of the cigarette, she can't help but glance at the box. ]

Here on an errand?
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way she yanks away the notebook before Vanessa can see something causes her eyes to narrow a touch. What's she hiding? Does she have something to do with these...muddled pictures in Vanessa's head?

She glances warily between the notebook and the young woman when it's presented again, but moves away from the water now so that she can have a better chance at reading. The moon is not yet full, so she relies on the light outside the tavern. ]


A man in white. Yes.

[ Finally, she can feel something break through the cloud, and in relief Vanessa reaches out, past the notebook to grab for Caitlyn's arm, pulling her close for another whisper. ]

You only want to protect the people of your city.
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
The pleasure is entirely mine, Mrs. Fraser.

[ Any bit of surprise she might feel at someone addressing her properly for once is soon replaced by curiosity at such a question. When she realizes that the small box must have somehow slipped enough to try and peek out from within the bag, Vanessa is quick to push it deeper underneath her supplies from the apothecary and tug her shoulder bag close to her side.

Sharing a shoddy sandwich or a cigarette, perhaps... But this thing she isn't going to hoist on anyone she only just met. Charming or not. ]


An errand, yes. [ Her smile is half-hearted. ] A journey of discovery, as ever our charge, no? What of yourself?
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[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-20 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can't help it, she laughs. It was tense, and then he said he was a carp owner, and that relaxes her a little. And she maybe even has an idea of what's going on even if it's wrong. ]

Alas, I own no carp. What does a carp owner do?

[ Clara sits on the couch across from him, studying him. ]

I've never met you, but I seem familiar to you?
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-20 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ The voice itself doesn't cause her much interest, but something familiar causes Vanessa to turn just in time to witness the chase about to entangle her. Ah, Vanessa has seen that cat before. It's sweet enough to people, but...she wouldn't know it.

When her mildly curious gaze fixes on it, the cat is quick to yowl and raise its hackles. Before she can do much else, the little beast is slinking away, and Vanessa is left 'alone' to look down into the pocket of her skirt, where a toad has joined her tarot cards and coin pouch.

A ghost of a smile nearly softens her features while she lowers her hand, fanning her fingers and lifting her palm to guide the toad back out. ]


You do not belong here.
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Yuna - Final Fantasy X - Tourist

[personal profile] whtmagic 2023-05-20 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
I. Lost at Sea
[ Yuna has been terribly quiet since waking up on the beach. For a long time, it was because... depression. She thought they had defeated Sin. What else could make something like this happen? The very same thing that had happened to him?

But as days go by and the situation gets clearer, she learns that Sin is not the case. Or, rather, can't be the only reason this has happened. Undead lords, they claim. Unsent. Perhaps this is Maester Seymour's doing in some way. Another trick.

It's only when she's handed her papers that she truly suspects this has nothing to do with Sin, Seymour, or even Spira at all. This is- Well. This card claims that she is a mermaid who has recently gained legs. And while she may feel like that, yes, this is when everything becomes clear.

Or... when everything gets extremely confusing. ]


... What?

II. (Don't) Hold Your Breath
[ It takes a little while, but Yuna finally begins to focus on this new adventure. It's crazy, everything's gone nuts, but she's ready to make the most out of it and get back home.

So, ever the team player, Yuna climbs into a row boat and sets out for this House of Commerce. And doesn't get far. It's not like anyone taught a young summoner how to lockpick, even though Rikku has certainly offered a time or five.

And now, her frustrations are starting to get the best of her. Because surely it can't be that hard! Put the sticks in! Wiggle them around! Break another one! Try again! ]


Oooh- [ She stands and tosses another broken one to the ground. ] Fine! Be that way! I'll just... find another way inside...

[ Oh no... Might have to climb... Well, she's already breaking and entering-- ]

III. They Sleep
[ After the disaster at the House of Commerce (because whatever happened there, it was probably a disaster for her in some form), Yuna goes back to doing what she knows, what she's skilled at. Part of her skills include laying the dead to rest, and this whole ordeal about the unsent has her admittedly worried.

While she doesn't feel well about pretending to be a mourner, she does so for the greater good. But once the boats reach them, once they're opened- It's hard to keep up the charade when the locals don't seem confused at all. Their murmurs about the water accepting the dead don't put her at ease either.

Her fingers brush against the scratch marks on one casket lid, imagining what this person must have gone through, that they must have been put in here alive... But none of this makes sense.

She looks to the water and stares into the darkness. Eventually, she walks forward, her feet sinking into the waves... and she keeps walking... ]

IV. Wildcard
[ OOC: Something else in mind? Go ahead! I'm game! ]
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Knowing her as intimately as he does, of course, the story is a familiar one. More than she'll know. Watching her stand from the corner of his eye, the Doctor smiles faintly, though for the moment he doesn't move, remaining crouched by the water's edge as he folds his hands together loosely. ]

A clever one. Beautiful, that disguise. Does she dream about it, I wonder? At night, alone, the sea and its vastness, her home waiting for her. She'll find it, of course. I have no doubt! Nothing and no one is ever really lost forever.

[ He stands now, his sleeves falling back down the length of his arms haphazardly. He starts to walk closer towards Vanessa, but then as he thinks aloud, he quickens the pace of his steps excitedly, bounding ahead of her. ]

Did you know, in fact! [ He shouts a little, grinning, not even forming a complete sentence. And then he's jogging ahead a few steps before he kneels down again by the water's edge, looking for...something. ]

The ancient Egyptians thought the lotus flower could resurrect the dead. Imagine that, a wonder, that glorious thing—

[ The Doctor rolls his sleeves up again before suddenly plunging his hands beneath the surface of the water until he pulls his hands back, showing them off caked in mud. ]

It blooms from the darkest depths, into the quiet dark where no one else dares to go. And there it is, or there she is, our lost one waiting to be found. She's seeking a key, you said, perhaps that key is intangible. Is she seeking something or seeking to be known as she is, accepted, understood, before she finds her way back?

[ Before Vanessa can respond, he's off again, standing up, his sleeves a bit wet and muddy now, but he grins brightly. ]

Oh! I forgot. I'm the Doctor.
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-20 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ancient who? Doctor who?

Just enough is shared that Vanessa the laundress ought to feel more bewildered than when they began speaking, but instead she feels more at ease the further he goes on. The way he dashes past nearly draws a grin from her, the flicker of sadness passing for something more akin to wonder. Recognition, almost at 'The Doctor'. Not the sort one would feel for just any doctor.

And that is frightening. ]


Who can remember their dreams?

[ Following along with lighter, more precise steps, Vanessa catches him by a sleeve, halting him long enough so that she can gently turn him and take a look at his hands. Even muddy, she thinks they're quite nice hands, and she wouldn't mind touching them again. ]

You are rather good at spinning tales, but now you've gone and given me more work to think of in my personal time.

[ Despite her words, her tone has a certain lilt to it while she guides him back towards where the water runs faster, clearer, and the coins shine brighter. That means, of course, away from where the lotus is traveling.

Somehow, she thinks it best not to follow the lotus or the story after all. She wasn't meant to. Resurrecting the dead? No, even she needs to be cautious about such jests. Such talk isn't good here, and she's meant to be here, in Yancai, helping where she can, away from the undead. Away from that kind of magic.

Here, she can find some clear water to try and gently guide him towards. The edges of his sleeves, well, they may require more work, but she can at least tug his hands just under the water to rinse them clean, where the current rushes by quick enough to splash a bit at the contact. ]


A doctor should keep clean hands. They are his most precious tools, no?
Edited 2023-05-20 03:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] consignation 2023-05-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
The smile the older Twin Jade's face prompts an automatic smile out of the normally dour sect leader in return, Jiang Cheng quickly holding up both hands to show that he's fine, better than fine, perfectly content in this place that reminds him of all the best parts of his youth.

"I..." He trails off, not quite sure how to answer that question. What is he doing here? Taking a stroll to dry off in the sun and enjoy the scenery, yes, but that's not quite what Lan Xichen is asking, is it? But what Lan Xichen is actually asking... It slips out of Jiang Cheng's mind's reach like trying to catch the current of a river and he just smiles steadily on, heartened to see such a welcome face.

"It's my responsibility to keep watch of the waters here. Growing up in Yunmeng Jiang makes one a strong swimmer, so I've taken to it well," he explains, mopping a hand over his face to try to appear a little dryer for present company. "I see you've just arrived...?"

There's that strange, slippery feeling in Jiang Cheng's mind again, but he brushes it aside.

"I'm quite familiar with the village, if you'd like any help acclimating?"
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-20 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sadness she'd seen in his eyes before hasn't really gone anywhere, technically, but he hides it better now. Or, he tries to. The happy facade, always hiding quiet tremors that part the soul.

Her ease with touching and guiding him speaks of a familiarity she seems unwilling to further discern, and still unable to recall. Is there nothing? Not a single faint recollection at all? The flicker of sadness alights in his hearts again, even as the smile remains perfectly polished while she rinses his hands clean. ]


I'm not that sort. Well, technically, I suppose. In a pinch. Though my expertise is more scientifically oriented. And engineering oriented. Though, I would never limit myself and I haven't. I'm the Doctor of nearly everything! It's grand, isn't it, life? Always something new to learn. People to meet.

Though— [ He locks onto her eyes for a moment now. ] Every once in a while, I meet someone I'm quite sure I've known before. Another life, perhaps.
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-20 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She listens to his rambling with patience, genuine in the desire to listen to whatever it is he feels like regaling her with, so long as it doesn't involve resurrecting the undead...

Even if— Well, the fact that she did wish to hear more about that is the worst of all.

Now he has stories of other lives, and that should also scare her. Why is it that Vanessa is always so drawn to that which frightens? She nearly releases his hands as something behind his eyes strikes an understanding in her that she can't recall feeling anywhere else before.

Or, has she? Before—? She has, but... Not with others. With someone who had his eyes. ]


Every once in awhile? [ She can't help but lean closer. ] How do you know?
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-20 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't entirely discern what passes through her eyes, what she may be thinking, though he seems to have given her something to consider more deeply now. It hasn't triggered much at all, to his discontent, but if he can continue coaxing things slowly, perhaps, she'll come back to him.

She won't be alone, though. Not for a moment. As long as he can help it, which...is another unfortunate thing, given that they're separated for their living quarters yet again.

For now, the question at hand draws his focus back to her, and he squeezes her hands. ]


A feeling. You know it, that one, that thought you can't shake where you look a little closer, a little longer, where something tugs at the back of your mind and whispers that you're where you belong. I see it with you, like an old friend.

[ This, at least, feels like a relief. It's honesty, while still keeping her safe. He'd always sensed a connection with Vanessa, and to speak of it now won't endanger her. He hopes, perhaps, she might find comfort in it, if there's even the slightest chance that anything has tugged at the back of her mind. ]
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-20 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's oddly nostalgic, seeing Jiang Cheng in simple white robes and smiling, bringing up memories long past of a trio of young men carelessly barking their way through Cloud Recesses with nothing more to worry about than revising scriptures. It's good too that the other man is making use of his natural talents around water to help this community; thinner and paler than usual, swimming is out of the cards even more so for Xichen these days. He could do it, but he would not be accomplished.

"That would be most kind."

Having had barely enough time to dry off, he approaches him and lightly pats a soaked shoulder in gratitude. He would bow but the situation is so strange that he forgets to and moreover he wants to check Jiang Cheng is really there before him.

"I thought you might be a spectre, at first. Some part of my imagination."
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-20 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Good, good! She'll have my ear otherwise." He shakes his head, mock lamenting, but the smile that follows is unfeigned, as is the ache in his chest. If he could preserve her life for her sake, for Wen Ning's, for Sizhui's, for his own, he would. Maybe there still would be a way. Maybe there wouldn't.

Right now, however, there's another concern to deal with, as he made his careful way down the long hall. The first fingerhold to slide the door open was molded over, and he opted to avoid that one for now.

"The specifics change. I'm not sure what it is here yet, but I'll know." By the time they have a true surge of dead in the coming weeks, his educated guess is they'll know more. "It consumes energy, poisons it, gives form to memories, to nightmares. If it's from the other side of mirrors..."

He stops, carefully, then more forcefully sliding back the next door, edging the door open enough to peer inside. Damp, as the rest of the residence must be, but also no indication of stairs. He clucks his tongue, closing the door again, to find it won't quite settle in the frame, the door swollen in its track.

"We need to find stairs down. You take that side, I'll continue along this one?"

There's a familiarity in exploring, investigating, with Wen Ning nearby that has the ache of nostalgia now, after more than two years. He smiles to himself, shaking his head before looking back to his — friend. Yeah, that's the word he wants. His friend, Wen Ning.
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-20 08:26 am (UTC)(link)

He shifts in increments, slow splaying of limbs so his toes, remarkably good at gripping, keep him anchored when Lan Zhan's hand wanders, keep him located simply when Lan Zhan's hand returns. His eyes close and he listens, the sounds of the world around him different. Lan Zhan's heartbeat reigns supreme with the creaking of lungs, a lulling focal point beyond the mounting sensation of constricted form.

He dries in slow increments, unaware of it. Opens his eyes to see nothing but robes and shadowed light beyond them when Lan Zhan questions, and hums as he considers his response.

"Belief," he says at length, "Is easy. Trust less so. The village can't remember which truths are correct, which truths are built out of falsehoods. Perhaps these ladies of the lakes know more. Asking them about the missing dead, ah, wouldn't that be wiser? Missing bodies in this world is a sign of impending walking dead."

Not an acceptance to watery graves, such as the villagers insisted about their months missing and now empty boat coffins. He sighs, making to lick lips he doesn't have and instead sending his tongue shooting out to hit the corner of Lan Zhan's lapel. His tongue, incredible, disturbing length of it, pulls back toward his mouth while his toad eyes stare wide and incredulous. What?!

"Lan Zhan, I want a bath after this. A hot bath. A long hot bath that smells nice!"

Slick and wet and slippery only to dry off with rosy skin and reddened cheeks and full body formed as it should be, fit to frame.

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(don't) hold your breath

[personal profile] a_silent_due 2023-05-20 08:49 am (UTC)(link)


( The way inside is a battering ram, a fist or sharp-tipped thing. A bit of sweat and someone else's bleeding to lubricate the encounter.

The way inside is Kanda Yuu, building a run's momentum from (flooded) no where to apply his wit (questionable, absent) and his shoulder (bony, but there) to the job. He's toiled the better part of an hour willing a boat into submission, born through the ongoing commentary of locals either ridiculing that the oar rows the other way or cheering on his incompetence, and now. Now.

Kanda is in his element of natural, explosive violence. Never mind subtlety, smooth coaxing of the locks, scaling the territory. Hell hath no fury like an exorcist determined to barrel into architectural wasteland.

...regrettable that there's a human obstacle still orbiting the same doorway. )


Out of the way, you fly

( Incomiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing — )

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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-20 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
I can.

[ Riding the sword is not his first choice but he summons Shuoyue forward so he can step on her flat blade, focused as he rises into the air and waits for Wangji to direct them. Xichen is not at the top of his form after three months spent languishing in self-pity, but neither does his posture slacken when the need arises for competency. He can indulge in his aches later. ]
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-20 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Jiejie won't get you because I didn't find her." Whether that was true or not was a whole other story. She might decide to just to prove one wrong and the other right. It depended on the mood she was in and how long Wei Wuxian knew he was there.

Being told that the other would know has him giving a nod. Wei Wuxian had been there for some time now, he's sure. "Have you fought them?" He isn't quite sure what mirrors had to do with anything, yet, but he would take the other's word on it.

He did not like this dampness. As long as it wasn't enough for him to sink under then he didn't care. Swimming was more his friend's thing than his own but he had a good reason for that. The dampness of where they were seemed pretty bad too. The whole village seemed pretty bad off but he would do whatever he could to help.

"I will see what I can find."

Those eyes watch his friend for a moment before giving a nod and then heading further down to see if he could find another door or even stairs that went down.

"Will we know it when we see it? Does it give off any type of sound?"
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[personal profile] consignation 2023-05-20 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a great honor to be familiar enough a thing in Zewu-jun's mind that he would suspect me an apparition," Jiang Cheng replies with a slightly more bashful look, boyish nervousness lifting from him all the loss, all the bitterness, all the long years of the war. Xichen is standing a little too close for Jiang Cheng to offer a bow in turn, but he does at least clasp his hands together quickly with the slightest incline of his head so that he's not entirely dispensing with propriety, then lights a hand on Xichen's arm in turn to prompt him in the direction of the village market.

"Have you been here long? Have you eaten? Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asks conversationally, distantly aware there are more pressing topics but when he tries to pay attention to them, they suddenly don't seem quite so pressing. It's the same with anything that makes him consider his life outside of this village. It's there, he knows it's there. He knows he was somewhere else, living another life, steeped in other responsibilities. But there is so far from here. It can't be that important, can it?
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-20 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
For the first time since his arrival he cracks a genuine smile, nodding gratefully to the compliment. That's very sweet.

"Two days. No — and, no."

He has been wandering around like a very powdery-blue ghost, absorbing information and talking to people. The whole place is overwhelming, it seemed trivial to attend to his own needs before at least getting a handle on the situation (or a semi-handle ... he's still perplexed by the undead lords part). Jiang Cheng's boyish cheer puts him at ease, sweeping back a sleeve to rest a fist behind his back as they walk so he can stay close enough to chat.

"These papers, what is the point of them?" He shows them to the other man, the name Gao Long (very funny, he thinks, Towering Dragon is the very farthest name he would choose for himself) and Lotus Picker listed as his new identity. "Even if I were to indulge in such a thing, I haven't seen any flowers on the water."

Jiang Cheng is likely the authority on all things #lotus whether in this world or another.
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you're right also sorry for this

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-20 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Suddenly there's no solid ground underneath his webbed feet as he's grabbed from around the middle and brought to face her. Toads don't have eyebrows, but somehow the effect of a scowl is still there. The voice certainly adds to that. ]

I'm not old, and this isn't regeneration it's something that woman did to me. [ He wriggles a bit in her hand to try and adjust himself so that her fingers aren't pressed into his stomach, grumbling as he does. A part of him is actually quite pleased to see that Clara's here. Pleased and worried. ]

Good to see that life with Danny hasn't made you any less sassy. Is he around too or is he teaching the pudding brains of tomorrow?
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[personal profile] consignation 2023-05-20 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" Giving the paperwork a curious blink, Jiang Cheng pauses in stride long enough to give the papers a thorough once-over, then glances around at their surroundings to orient himself before beckoning Xichen in a new direction.

"I imagine they're to help you feel settled here...? I came under slightly different circumstances—" Which evades Jiang Cheng's ability to articulate so he doesn't try. "—so I'm afraid I can only really guess, but..."

His expression remains warm, untroubled. He leads Xichen on a leisurely stroll down a narrow plank path on the edge of the clear, glimmering water. Up ahead it curves sharply to the left, and then—

"If you were so inclined, there are plenty of lotus to be found."

Past that sharp curve is a still, idyllic cove awash in sunlight. The waters are blanketed in pink and white lotus, heavily laden with seeds.
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-20 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Settled?"

After being kidnapped? He arches a brow, following along in Jiang Cheng's wake to find the little cove glimmering with lotus flowers atop shimmering waters. It looks beautiful. A little too idyllic, in his opinion, as he side-eyes his companion, happily soaked from helping the villagers whereas he would imagine Jiang Cheng would be eager to find a way home, or at least to defeat their captors.

"I can't say I am," he tepidly replies, not wanting to offend. Touching him on the arm again to keep his attention, his smile slips into a mildly concerned frown as he lowers his voice. "Jiang Wanyin," said to hold his focus, "do you remember how long you have been here?"
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[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-20 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
You can't always help the dead, Clara.

[ There are, as always, exceptions with him. But these ones are beyond help. He casts a glance around the pier for any sudden signs of movement. The shambling mounds weren't immune to the sudden shift of the town, and they're slower than they are to stand back on their feet.

He cocks an eyebrow at the rose and the instructions but plucks it without questioning her. There's no taste to the rose, but it dissolves quickly on his tongue. When he looks down next he can't see his own hands. Fascinating. His voice floats through the air where he had once visibly stood, still laced with mild surprise. ]


Since when did they teach swordsmanship during Tae Kwon Do with the Year Sevens?