At first he thinks he is dreaming, likely having a nightmare to take him away from the events at the temple, but no. The water is very real, as is his choking, and this place can't even be mistaken for a broken-down Lotus Pier because of all the strange mold and even stranger people. The only other thing that feels real and not like he is disassociating from murdering a close (albeit manipulative and sickening) companion is his grip on Shuoyue, trembling slightly.
When an old couple usher him to come sit with a band of similarly out of place folks, he makes no trouble and quietly sips the soup he is given. Although, if Nie Huaisang pops up and says he doesn't know what is going on, Xichen thinks he may not be responsible for his own actions.
( arrival ii. memory haze. )
For three days, Xichen's memories feel like fog. He can't remember how he ended up in water, in the middle of nowhere called Yancai, being conscripted by undead lords ...
Because he most certainly is not, is his first reaction when he hears that. He doesn't say it aloud, instead frowning as he listens intently with his head cocked in mildly polite (massive disrespectful, if you know how to read a Lan man) disbelief. When handed his new papers, he blinks slowly in exasperation at the title there: Lotus Picker.
Are there even any flowers around? The passport isn't even trying.
( arrival iii. asdfghjkl network. )
Offputting though the device is, he witnesses other people using it and decides he is going to figure out what to do with it too because frankly he is tired of Not Knowing things. Xichen sits on a stray bench and cycles through all the odd abilities the object boasts, finally starting to record.
Then it stops.
Records again, for longer this time, to show him arching a brow at the sight of himself on the little screen.
"Hello?"
He touches his own face to see the mirror-image comply like a reflection, as when he spoke, and gets promptly distracted by being asked for help by someone off-camera. The screen tilts and he can be heard saying "Of course, yes," in an obliging tone, though the video doesn't die for a good thirty seconds after that and just shows the floaty legs of his skirts wherever he is walking, banging off his thigh.
( ill met by moonlight iv. chopchop. )
The corpses fall like wheat before Shuoyue, though Xichen also attempts to play Clarity on Liebing purely to see how far he gets. Not very is the short answer, defaulting to cutting off their arms so they can't climb or swim back out of the water again once slammed back in.
It's almost cathartic to be so brutal after so long sitting idle, working out some of his own personal frustrations on the cursed dead.
Lan Xichen | The Untamed | Tourist
At first he thinks he is dreaming, likely having a nightmare to take him away from the events at the temple, but no. The water is very real, as is his choking, and this place can't even be mistaken for a broken-down Lotus Pier because of all the strange mold and even stranger people. The only other thing that feels real and not like he is disassociating from murdering a close (albeit manipulative and sickening) companion is his grip on Shuoyue, trembling slightly.
When an old couple usher him to come sit with a band of similarly out of place folks, he makes no trouble and quietly sips the soup he is given. Although, if Nie Huaisang pops up and says he doesn't know what is going on, Xichen thinks he may not be responsible for his own actions.
( arrival ii. memory haze. )
For three days, Xichen's memories feel like fog. He can't remember how he ended up in water, in the middle of nowhere called Yancai, being conscripted by undead lords ...
Because he most certainly is not, is his first reaction when he hears that. He doesn't say it aloud, instead frowning as he listens intently with his head cocked in mildly polite (massive disrespectful, if you know how to read a Lan man) disbelief. When handed his new papers, he blinks slowly in exasperation at the title there: Lotus Picker.
Are there even any flowers around? The passport isn't even trying.
( arrival iii. asdfghjkl network. )
Offputting though the device is, he witnesses other people using it and decides he is going to figure out what to do with it too because frankly he is tired of Not Knowing things. Xichen sits on a stray bench and cycles through all the odd abilities the object boasts, finally starting to record.
Then it stops.
Records again, for longer this time, to show him arching a brow at the sight of himself on the little screen.
"Hello?"
He touches his own face to see the mirror-image comply like a reflection, as when he spoke, and gets promptly distracted by being asked for help by someone off-camera. The screen tilts and he can be heard saying "Of course, yes," in an obliging tone, though the video doesn't die for a good thirty seconds after that and just shows the floaty legs of his skirts wherever he is walking, banging off his thigh.
( ill met by moonlight iv. chopchop. )
The corpses fall like wheat before Shuoyue, though Xichen also attempts to play Clarity on Liebing purely to see how far he gets. Not very is the short answer, defaulting to cutting off their arms so they can't climb or swim back out of the water again once slammed back in.
It's almost cathartic to be so brutal after so long sitting idle, working out some of his own personal frustrations on the cursed dead.