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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2024-02-03 06:09 pm

bygones be bygones



BYGONES BE BYGONES







Welcome to the finale log event, stretching until 22 February. You can find a summary of recent events here. The finale log is broken in four sections:

■ Anurr’s attempt to enter Hatthevar by corrupting party members

■ The citadel’s increasing hauntings and abductions (largely CR-building scenarios)

■ Investigating a ghost ship, for final clues

The fall of undead creator Matthias


Thank you for being here & enjoy!



WALLS, WAILING

The tide of war are turning: his scorpions and sand lurkers defeated by Emilia, Wrath and Benedict, the undead Brotherhood’s foremost general, Rathakku, pulls back his armies. A handful of monstrous creatures remain and will grudgingly serve the trio as their new masters.

Wind master Anurr, foe of the Brotherhood and its maker Matthias, continues assaulting the citadel with ceaseless blizzards. Those exposed to the storms may hear dark or saccharine voices that corrupt, threaten or woo them to open one of the four (north/west/south/east) gates of the citadel and allow Anurr’s forces inside.

■ Those prone to loneliness, despair or self-doubt are the most vulnerable to Anurr’s coercion and can easily turn aggressive, if anyone attempts to prevent them from their goal. A burning need to free the winds and a hatred of Hatthevar overwhelm you, while Matthias’ very name sets you off in a rage.

■ Those coerced are invulnerable to Anurr’s blizzards and the broader cold but highly susceptible to heat and flame. Their skin turns pale, limbs stiff and nearly gelid. They are slower but much stronger, and their touch can chill. They must be warmed — either by fire-side or trapped into heated rooms — to regain control of themselves. It may take up to 48 hours before they’re fully back to normal, waking up at night with a longing to walk into the wind.

■ The gates of Hatthevar remain guarded by enormous man-eating ghosts, but these sentinels have been worn down by war and are more easily overcome. Pass them and your companions and open the gates — and you will win Anurr a healthy advantage.




A HAUNTED PLACE

Two of Matthias’ beacons have been conquered by Vanessa, Wrathion and Five, who retain them as long as they stay along. Inevitably, they are often hunted by spirits.

Not realizing why his summons have weakened, Matthias directs more and more energy towards the three beacons under his control. The turbulence agitates the spirits of Hatthevar, who become secretive, paranoid, prickly and increasingly riotous.

■ Some scatter quickly as they see you — others gang up, mutinously targeting ghost slavers or anyone who reminds them of those who wronged them when they were alive. Hauntings multiply, while ghost slavers take advantage of the riots to conquer parts of Hatthevar.

PART & WHOLE

Combative crowds, often led by ghost slavers, are especially drawn to characters who own any of Matthias’ limbs or organs. Promised rewards, they seek to abduct such owners or anyone unlucky enough to be mistaken for them, dragging them to decrepit, barely standing and abandoned Whispering Houses while they barter payment from Matthias.

■ Ghosts are fiercely attentive but also superstitious watchmen: spook them, organise a rescue party or sneak out.

■ Watching the walls, you see ink brush paintings of the silhouettes of men, their beady eyes sometimes shifting to look at you. At other times, their limbs seem to shift minutely, as they begin to run towards you, until shadow men burst out of the wall to detain you. They pull back, if you also stop moving.

■ Those who possess Matthias’ parts may find ghosts are unusually submissive to them. Their tokens will likely get seized, if they are captured.




TROUBLED

Hatthevar succumbs to hauntings, friendly or foul. On any given day, you might experience:

THE BURIALS: Come morning, your shoes might be missing, buried in the nearest dirt patch — or you yourself might be entombed in the gardens, forced to dig yourself out before you suffocate. The crystalline sound of chiming bells can lead rescuers to you. Ghostly hands might try to hold onto you, if you are dragged out.

THE FACELESS: Lithe faceless dancers dart through the crowds of the ghostly bazaars, carrying demonic wooden masks that they place on the faces of stunned passers-by, fleeing thereafter. The victims now look like the demonic masks, while the masks have copied their likeness. If this happens to you, run after the faceless dancers, steal the mask and put it back on your face to recover your original appearance.

THE WATCH: Walking through the streets of Hatthevar, you find yourself visibly, unmistakably watched by an increasing number of people. First, they only steal glances; then, one or two point you out; small groups begin to whisper about you; finally, you notice whole crowds are standing eerily still, watching you covetously and seemingly struggling to keep themselves back from assaulting you.


MASTER GAO’S HUMBLE HOUSE

Least said, soonest enjoyed of Hatthevar’s new fashion of culinary delights. Amid a pick-up in crime, the street food vendors disperse, leaving behind a smattering of secluded establishments drenched in dizzying incense and patroned by… ethereal diners.

Master Gao’s family restaurant promises a once-in-a-lifetime experience, amid ghosts, ghouls and the monstrously dead. Take a seat at a private table, where you are treated to a pleasantly sweet, liquorice brew — then informed politely that you have been lethally poisoned and will die within two hours. Already, you feel your body feverish, overly stimulated, your thoughts given to wonder.

Focus, focus: the antidote, says the listless waitress, is in one of the numerous incoming dishes. A game to focus you on enjoying your meal. Even one bite will heal you.

THE MENU



Still on the fence? Reviewers say:

★★★★☆ Came for the bao buns, stayed for the screams of endless agony.
★★★★★ most places on lotus street went to the hell dogs, master’s gao stays lit, the demon bacon’s sizzle drizzle
★★☆☆☆ Two stars for the incredible heart of virgin sacrifice, cooked al dente. But this will be our last visit, after unprofessional staff treated us as if we were at our first cannibal rites.
★★★★☆ Hand-made blood pasta, rolled like grandma used to make.




THE HEADLESS DANCER

Five and Wen Kexing share that word on the street is Matthias has favoured two hideaways. The most widely known one, where you are headed first, is the Headless Dancer: a ghost ship that appears on nights of the full moon in the misty lagoon near Hatthevar. Half-sunken and ragged, the Headless Dancer appears like a conglomerate of titans’ bones, carved and welded together. It is a proper sea vessel, atypical to sail through a lagoon.

Your objective is to search the ship for any sign of Matthias.

■ As the vessel passes, you hear a staggered, loud rattling: the chattering teeth of the skull heads that shape the ship’s hull. These hungry mouths reach to crush and gnaw you, if you fall in the waters close to the ship.

■ A pirate crew is hard at work to keep the vessel afloat. At first, the men appear normal, but their skeletal, corpse-like appearance is revealed when they come under moonlight.

■ Many crew members ignore you, chained to each other and the deck and condemned to perform their tasks while singing their ol’ song. Only the captain speaks liberally: cursing, whipping his men and carrying a bundle of chains as he makes his rounds. Hide — at times helped or betrayed by crew members — or risk getting chained down by the captain, your powers entirely muted until you are released.

■ Midway through your visit, the ship sails back into the fog, beneath a strange wave of clouds shaped like enormous fish and sea life . Spears and chains that resemble fish spines plunge down to pin the ship in place: they fly across the deck, at times skewering and stabbing crew members. Take cover or jump overboard.

■ After a few moments, the spear-chains latch onto the vessel’s sides, turning it over and submerging into the lagoon. Instead of sinking, the Headless Dancer breaks water, once again upright… in strange new sides (the ‘Other Side’) in the middle of an intensely violent storm of blood. The previously skeletal crew and captain are now fully human and are struggling desperately to keep the ship from sinking, despite furious winds and the vessel taking substantial amounts of water. You understand quickly this is an illusion or memory of some kind: there is no saving the ship. Spend the last few minutes before the Headless Dancer sinks trying to stay afloat and search the captain and main passengers’ cabin for clues. Within 20 minutes, you hear the mast of the Headless Dancer give way, while the rapidly flooding of the hull causes the ship to break in half. You fall unconscious, waking up battered but alive in the real-world shores of Hatthevar, the splinters of the Headless Dancer’s deck stuck beneath your nails.




HE BLEEDS

Following our latest vote, the People have overwhelmingly chosen that undead creator Matthias will die.

Carrying out the plan is open to everyone, whether you did or didn’t get involved with the voting — jump in freely!

Matthias will be discovered in the second lair location uncovered by Five and Wen Kexing — the Whispering House of Hatthevar’s foremost wish maker, the Red Lady. He dwells on the first floor, which has been turned into an immense room decked in dark mirrors, whose windows have been entirely barricaded.

There are two types of mirrors: some show you exactly what you most wish to see, progressively captivating you while rapidly depleting your stamina and vitality, until you are reduced to dried husks and bones within the hour.

Looking into the second type of mirror, your character sees a person of tar that reaches out to touch them until their hand exits the glass. Upon contact, your character is overcome by a feeling of intense, spreading coldness, as if their insides are being infested by a rapidly propagating alien creature. They may feel its highly primitive, emotion-led thoughts: a jumble of jealousy, the wish to have a shape and manifest, hatred that your body is not malleable, fear, hunger. The creature takes your body over within the hour.

You can escape both types of mirrors if you cover them, do not look into them, or if someone breaks the thrall (by taking your attention away from the mirror or by physically removing you).

Matthias is often away from his hideaway, giving you valuable time to plot and tinker.

Killing him will involve:

Scouting the Whispering House. The Red Lady, a powerful sorceress, is unlikely to allow intruders to go where they please inside her home. But the ‘I’m just a poor wish maker, looking for the bathroom’ excuse is a time honoured classic!

Using Matthias’ severed limbs and organs to reduce his power: this can be done by destroying the parts. Fire will do the trick.

Setting down traps (tentacly or otherwise!) in Matthias’ quarters to detain him.

Creating an illusion or shapeshifting someone to look like Matthias’ daughter Cosette and distract him, when he returns.

Feeding Matthias a memory potion that will force him to remember his part in Cosette’s demise.

Killing him. Per RNG gods, Emilia gets the dubious honour of delivering the killing blow (most likely, with help from a special tool obtained from the Headless Dancer). Everyone else is still free to char, sting, entrap or force feed memories to Matthias!


Since several people might get involved, it’s probably logistically easier if you play out prep work or threads in groups of no more than 2-3 and assume other party members are around.

You can either NPC Matthias yourselves in your threads or ask for mod involvement.

Note: everyone who threads out any of the events of Matthias’ capture or demise can “inherit” some of his power over undeath once he is killed. Your character will then have to choose what they do with this power (keep, transfer or disperse it).

QUESTIONS

rumorate: (007)

part & whole | eda

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-12 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[If the slavers wanted less of Allison Hargreeves' attention, they probably should have left her brother alone.

She knows that it's likely not within their control, to an extent. With Matthias gives orders, people jump to attention. At the same time, however, the slavers weren't on her good side to begin with. So she's decided to make her annoyance their problem.

She moves through the square, seeing if she can catch any of the familiar faces of slavers she's seen before. She doesn't not at first, but she does catch sight of Eda wandering through the crowd, and she catches her attention with a smile.]


Fancy seeing you here.
mashiara: (mmmkay | would you walk in)

[personal profile] mashiara 2024-02-12 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Nynaeve, being the reasonable woman she is, moves directly in front of Elayne once again. She can sense how the Source is being called on now, but doesn't allow herself to flinch. Holds to the anger that's rising, not at Elayne so much as the situation, to the cold evil that lurks uncaring and greedy beyond the gates.

There are dark things in every night, and dark things which lurk in the day, and in people's hearts. She refuses to see Elayne swallowed by them. Either her own, or the exaggeration of them from that creature's influence.

"Let something dark and consuming in? You think we can stay peaceful when you're letting that, that thing coax you into opening the doors for it?" She shakes her head, a sharp, small movement, keeping her gaze on Elayne. "No, Elayne. I can't let you do that."

Even if, between the two of them, it was Nynaeve who did not wield (willingly, part of her says, you do not want the power you're too aware you have now, you know the costs, you know the women ignored for not being enough, you know what you could lose) against the younger woman who, like Egwene, reached out to weave.
mashiara: (hngh | in the darkness)

[personal profile] mashiara 2024-02-12 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nynaeve coughed, spitting out more dirt as she gripped his hand in turn, working with him to get hauled out of the dirt sinkhole she'd been floundering around in.

"If I can find the necks of whoever did this," she says around coughs, "I'll wring them, see that I don't!"

Still, there's a moment for her to try and catch her breath, as if not enough air can get into her lungs when she sits on the solid ground... more solid ground. Ben's logic is hard to refute when she doesn't know the limits of where the ground will start sliding, and even as she sits there, the edges of the dirt pit visibly increase even to her squinting, watering, painful eyes.

"You don't need to convince me." She hefts herself up, dirt cascading off her as she moves, irritating her skin, under her clothes, still lingering in her mouth as a horrible taste and gritty in her ears, her eyes, her nostrils. Nynaeve finds herself in the uniquely irritating position of barely being able to see with how her eyes burn and water. She stumbles in the direction she hears Ben, not fighting any grip he may still have on her, the soft sucking sounds of dirt behind them a different sort of disturbing.

Hopefully she hadn't just created a growing soil-sink in an effort to escape a premature burial.
rumorate: (129)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-12 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison nods, keeping a firm grip on the rail, then the wall as they make their way into the quarters-portion of the ship. Once they make it into the narrow halls, moving becomes easier for her, at least, as she doesn't have to worry about flying down the entire width of the boat.

They reach the point in the hallway where the rooms branch off and she considers their options.]


Captain or crew?
rumorate: (17)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-12 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
I'll take not worse.

[It seems like a fair enough trade, at any rate. She idly rubs her hands against her thighs, trying to figure out how to approach this but he seems fine. Then again, he always seems fine.]

Did it help? Getting your memories back of him?
rumorate: (23)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-12 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
If this were back home, I would probably say it was a con to get people to order more. But then again, I can't think of anyone who would pay for food that they ordered because the establishment poisoned them in the first place.

[So maybe it is for sport. Or maybe they have some kind of deal with Matthias, in that anyone who may die gets recruited into his undead army or whatever.]

But I can't disagree with them being fickle, either.
rumorate: (147)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-12 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry none of you got to meet her.

[Because that's what she wanted more than anything in the world, but she never tried hard enough. Which sometimes makes her question if it really was what she wanted.]

Her favorite was that art heist we stopped. I mean, I dumbed down a lot of the violence to child level, but she was enthralled, every time.
captain_marvel: (19)

troubled | america

[personal profile] captain_marvel 2024-02-12 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Spontaneous dancing in the streets doesn't really phase Carol much. Being the princess of a musical planet beats a lot of the strangeness out of you after a while. But as she tries to dip and dodge deftly to stay out of the dancers way, she can't miss them all, and eventually one of them manages to shove a mask on her face.]

Hey, what about asking first.

[She reaches up to try and pull it off her face, and the dancers continue on their way. But when she rounds a corner and catches a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror-like decoration on one of the stalls, and the face that looks back at her isn't hers.]

What the shit --

[Her head then snaps up, trying to catch sight of the dancers because this was not cool and those dancers are about to find themselves with a problem.]
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[personal profile] valeas 2024-02-12 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Emilia grows all too still, and only upon seeing his nod does she begin to carefully, carefully backpedal and follow him. The more distance they put between themselves and the captain, the better.

"Would you like me to create a diversion?" she asks, her voice whisper-light once she has made it back to his side. Maybe she can create a sound that originates closer to the hull, something that requires closer inspection. Maybe she can give him a head start toward the cabins, if they remain distracted long enough.
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[personal profile] captain_marvel 2024-02-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Carol knows she could easily wrench her hand from Kamala's grip, fling her from her platform down into the dust below. She could do it without a second thought, and move on to what is being required of her.

But the warmth that closes around her hand gives her pause, and Kamala hasn't done anything to truly stop her yet, so she shows some restraint.]


I need to take down the wall.

[It's simple, clinical, and to the point.]

Reinforcements are on the other side.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-02-12 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Doesn't this all seem familiar? Five twitches when he brings up his family; the one bargaining chip he always uses to persuade him. He hadn't said he was opening the gate, but when he mentions it, that does seem where he's headed. His hatred for Matthias and this city grows with each step, and with it his rationality shifts.

Anurr isn't the Commission, but there are certain parallels. The horrific things he's done that most wouldn't dare understand were for the greater good. As much as he's wrestled with choice, this solution seems to take it out of his hands.

They all betray him, but in this their goals align. Cold seems into his limbs and he's not thinking of what happens after. He owes him.

"A gate won't hold him back. You can thank me for that if it makes you feel better, but it's too late now." That fact seems to cement something in him. They can't stop him any sooner than they can stop the wind. "He's already here."
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[personal profile] daughterheir 2024-02-12 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Dark and consuming? No, the winds are-- What, exactly? A friend? A kindness? If reason had any place left in her head, she would immediately scoff at the very idea. But the cold has worked its way so deep in her that all reason is gone, and all that remains is the certainty that she has to do this.

Let the winds in, and you'll never be alone again.

It doesn't make sense – it really doesn't, does it, so it's curious that she believes it so absolutely – but to her it's so very clear. She has to do this. There's rarely any chance of persuading Elayne once she's made up her mind on something, and that is especially true now.

She weaves the threads of air together and pushes, fully intending to send Nynaeve flying backwards. Anything to get the other woman out of her way.
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-12 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
[An unusual moment of honesty? From Five? It's enough to stun this Pokemon into silence.] What have you done? Please tell me you're not going around thinking you caused this apocalypse.
reparo: (expelliarmus)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-12 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She lifts her eyes skywards, sighing.] I love getting laughed at by a big wolf.

[She will elaborate some other time - well, that's not true. She'll elaborate now.] Where I come from, werewolves can only transform when the full moon is out - and they're definitely not chummy when they do.

[The irony being that as she says 'chummy', Licyn's prancing around like a furry dork, and when he nuzzles at her thigh she actually reaches down and gives his head a quick pet. It's her emotional support werewolf, Your Honour.]

Thank you for matching my shorter stride, in any case... This place is - well, you know. You can tell.

[It is not great, is what it is. She has her wand out, the tip of it illuminated by a spell, casting long shadows down the pathway. You'd think light would make it less creepy, but - ] What was that?
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count the blood rain on the deck-way

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-12 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels a bit like repeating the cycle - has she been here before? Somehow it feels like she's been here before, but maybe it's just the blood rain that is familiar. Hermione spots the familiar figure of someone beloved, and rushes over.

Scramble-runs, because ships still move in the water. This one takes a wave just as Hermione nearly gets to the door, sending her flying a few inches off the deck and slamming into the door and Wei Wuxian in equal measure.]


I'm so sorry - ow, how are you so bony?

[She doesn't wait for an answer, but rattles the door a bit too, and when it presents itself as locked, she aims her want at the knob and says:] Allohamora. [The door opens inwards, spilling them both into the room with all the force of gravity and hilarity alike.]
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-12 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She feels it, the wand set in her hand, her fingers wrapping around it immediately. A certain calm sets in, the type that always returns when she remembers she's a witch - a capable one. If magic listens to emotions, then she tries to calm hers enough to not Splinch herself - the last thing she needs is to lose an ear after being buried alive.

Whoever is responsible will pay for that dearly. When she gets out.

She has done short-distance Apparition enough times in Akhurras that at this point it doesn't feel risky anymore. Her wrist flicks, and she folds magically in on herself, reappearing a few feet behind Lan Wangji.

Muddied, breathless, but whole.]
Thank you. [And with that, her knees give in and she crumples on the ground, safe and not feeling very sane at all.]
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-02-12 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
"The food's...," Five stares incredulously at Licyn like he's waiting for the punchline, then starts to whip his head around to the other patrons to see where the hell he picked that up. The irony that his former food-taster taking him somewhere where they're literally being served poison is not lost on him.

It's one way to wake him up. If somewhat ill-advised to pull on an ex-assassin with anger issues.

"You're serious." What was it? He looks at the drink they were given when they sat down then starts to whip his head around to identify the server who left it for them. It doesn't matter if he's recovering from a different kind of corruption, he will murder whoever tried to off him with fucking poison.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-02-12 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks a little ill at her use of the word ‘apocalypse’. ]

The argument could be made, if that’s what we’re calling this. [ Mostly he meant he stretched himself too thin. Which led to some predictable mistakes. ] I tried to let Anurr in. It was a compulsion, but it’s not like I was a hard target.
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-12 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( They are one. And he questions, intrinsically, how they can be united in perfect harmony, when the signal is — made due with what we were given — that one half imposed upon the other. And could it be the man who stole the... entity's autonomy? Perhaps Lan Wangji presumes, and it was Benedict who inflicted himself, with the survival-driven selfishness of all men, upon his... companion.

Conflict sparks and storms his gaze, before he considers, wisely, the merits of turning away. The walls. Yes. Look there, where water has embedded deeply, to the wood's marrow. Find your truths in cracks and splinters. )


A felicitous union. ( Truly, it takes skill to be as awkward as Lan Wangji. Moving on. ) The vessel is too vast. Either dozens of passengers or cargo.

( He can nearly hear his voice, muttering back in echo. )

wifedup: (xxii.)

[personal profile] wifedup 2024-02-12 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( He still wants to laugh, isn't sure whether it is the situation or the exhaustion that is causing it. Surprisingly, he doesn't want to upset Lan Wangji even more, either because he wants to save his own skin or because he knows just what it takes to rally beyond revulsion and aid someone like him. The heat of the fire steals his voice regardless - and he was chastised for the idea of arson - his chin dipped down away from the flickering flame. He does not spare those creatures trapped within the wall a second glance. )

My Qinggong isn't that bad! ( Voice raised to be heard over the wailing, stomach lurching slightly as they're lifted. He's actually quite good at gaining his own height, knows the top of trees like the back of his hand. The nausea must be from the source, it isn't his power propelling him. The sudden rain is a shock, cool against his back. It is that upon which he mentally blames his shiver. ) Master Lan, I think you just wanted all the fun of setting a blaze yourself.

( It is much easier to joke than to deal with reality. )

Aiya, I don't blame you. You should always do rebellious things when you can.
wifedup: (xxii.)

[personal profile] wifedup 2024-02-12 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Is looking in them dangerous?

( He had thought, maybe. But Wei Wuxian could have been distracted by his own work, the truth be told he only knows a little of how this cultivator works, scraps gathered between what either Lan Xichen has told him and Lan Wangji has implied. He knows the way of working is different between the worlds, and so he is not here to assume anything by himself. )

Tch, but if you think it will help then that's what we'll do. I'm a master at avoiding an ugly sight. Do you know how many irritating market vendors have tried to catch my eye in this lifetime?

( He turns, sweeps his gaze quickly, without lingering, across the many mirrors. Cheerfully -. ) Which side do you want, Master Wei?
downswing: (theodora)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-12 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)


( It strikes him, for a moment gaping, mouth wide and eyes bright and the rest of him stiffened — )

Men cannot consume without payment. They are thieves.

( ...depriving the master artisans who procured and prepared their poison. Yes. Perhaps he is starting to see the argument there, listlessly easing back into a state of calm acceptance. The dumpling, then: a slow chew, long and winding.

He gives himself to appreciate the flavours, for all the poison appears to have incapacitated him to a point where it is all... dust. Decay. Ashes. A wonderful meal. )


When you are returned to your home, soon, teach your peers manners. ( A pause, then carefully: ) Start with Five.

downswing: (wildcard)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-12 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)


( It is hungry work. Red and glistened. So much blood spattered and soiling his sleeves, gentle flaking like dead snake's skins off his silks. He has cut through so much of his conversation that Bichen appears a sister-shadow of herself, somehow signaling transgression. A strange thing: a sword that looks so beneath her own dignity, when she is thoroughly soiled.

The man spoke, to excess. The more was torn or sawed or wrenched from him — verbally, physically, promises, promises. Torture does not become Lan Wangji. Even his use of the assassination strings is sparing.

But, he learns, this slaver wears a thick silver ring for each hundredth slave sold, to remember them by. And he has adorned each of his fingers.

( Lan Wangji severs them first. )

He returns, a body as if a wreckage behind him, to Wei Ying with nothing to show for his trouble but a misted gaze, a slowed pace. )


Matthias gave them direction. ( They were, in other words, not betrayed. ) This is war.

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[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-12 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)


( Rebellious things. His fire, self-sustaining only until the parchment burns down to tattered crisp, does not spread, leaving behind only a convenient, moderately-size hole that consumes the wall — but not the surroundings.

The rain soothes and stings, drenches and digs deeper. He heaves, more than breathes at the next exhalation, the pull and drain of his qi between flight and talisman leaving him in precarious balance. He is tempted, as children so often are, to swing his arms aside and retain his footing — but corrects himself away from that temptation, at the last moment.

The flight is smooth, nearly gliding. Within heartbeats, a flurry of arrows passes close by, but aims higher, behind them — no doubt at some great threat to the citadel, Anurr or the beast Rathakku, or whoever yet lingers in the shadows. They are not pursued.

This — will suffice. )
Wei Ying speaks to excess when nerves strike. ( Here: a point of commonality. ) Be at ease.

( Yes. Because it is as simple a thing as... asking it done. ) The skies are empty. ( Well, there another arrow flies. ) We shall encounter no — ...scant obstacle.

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[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-12 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)


( The earth crumples. Breaks down and in — sink — and buries further, deeper, in avalanche, whatever it is that Hermione has done has only brought more decay over her, it cannot be that she breathes —

He thrusts his arm in to wrench her out, to hold as much of the dirt back as he can, to offset the fall. And he finds, fingers spidering — no one. Nothing. An empty tomb, his own arm slowed and burdened, as he wrenches it out. He hears her behind himself, weeping, and - it aligns. Everything. All of it.

She has removed herself through the exercise of her wand, coaxing more of the earth piled above to sink in. Now... it makes sense. His mouth, dry and tense, on the verge of a scream, shapes back into a line. He crawls towards her, clumsily, on his knees, lacking the dignity to raise himself, or the pride to pretend he yet commands control.

He is holding Hermione, when the rains start, thunderous. )


...I did not know. It might have been you, and I would not have known. You might have died.

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