Zhou Zishu whips around at the sound of his name, his breathless greeting,
"Beiyuan," practically punched out of him. His eyes flit to
Beiyuan's side reflexively--where there is Jing Beiyuan, there ought to be
Wu Xi, but he sees no sign of the shaman and his lips thin.
"I hope you remember how to use that," he says grimly, and settles himself
at his old friend's side. The time for reunions is later, when they're out
of immediate danger. Perhaps Beiyuan will know what's going on, and if
not... Well. There's very little that Jing Qi and Zhou Zishu can't find out
when they put their minds to it.
Re: ii.
Zhou Zishu whips around at the sound of his name, his breathless greeting, "Beiyuan," practically punched out of him. His eyes flit to Beiyuan's side reflexively--where there is Jing Beiyuan, there ought to be Wu Xi, but he sees no sign of the shaman and his lips thin.
"I hope you remember how to use that," he says grimly, and settles himself at his old friend's side. The time for reunions is later, when they're out of immediate danger. Perhaps Beiyuan will know what's going on, and if not... Well. There's very little that Jing Qi and Zhou Zishu can't find out when they put their minds to it.