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WHO: Lan Wangji, a triad of misfits, perhaps everyone ever — OPEN FOR BUSINESS payments cash upfront
WHEN: first half of July
WHERE: canyons, mountain roads, encampment
WHAT: in which stone is struck (badly), ghosts are drawn into conversation (worse), and small children cry (inevitably)
WARNINGS: blood rains, talk of harpies, Lan Wangji
NOTE: happy to put up a starter for you, if you want to join in on this dubious fun, or feel free to bring your own! Lan Wangji is... drifting... between phantoms, investigations, watches and the stone canyon.

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...him. Them, Lan Wangji decides, glance measuring and absent when it traverses Lee Chang again to find him altogether suitable. There are those who sell themselves too quickly to a soft-hearted cause among them, and those only wedded and bedded with the sword, and those too — two, at a choice count — who only suit massacre and madness. And then, steely and brazen, there is Jiang Wanyin.
But Lee Chang is half oil of good manners, half waters of impulse. Together, his inclinations might combine into a person of passably righteous example, whole.
"She offers no name," he clarifies, before Lee Chang need ask. But there are women beyond them, rushing with the day's linen to take advantage of the waters purified beyond. One, or an overwhelmed father, shoulders narrow and eyes blind with the morning's fatigue after a night's watch, may have lost a charge.
"We will go." There, where Lan Wangji tips his head to nod in direction. "You may ask them. Ask what they know of our — companions, also."