[ After being chained and drugged for days, Wen Kexing ought to be delighted at the prospect of rescue. ]
Ghhhhh! Let…. Let go! Let go of me!
[ He is, unfortunately, still pretty drugged. And drugged!Kexing wants to do only one thing. As soon one of his arms is freed, he immediately seizes the throat of his nearest rescuer and squeezes as hard as he can.
That’s right. Wen Kexing wants to fight. Who will rescue his rescuer? ]
Bear
[ Whoever heard of a white bear? Not only that, a saluting white bear? Not Wen Kexing, that’s who! ]
Look at that! Hahahaha!
[ He’s a little drunk. No, that’s not quite true. He’s a lot drunk. Come discourage this fool from jumping from the train horsecar to pet the bear—or jump down with him, the more the merrier. ]
Horse
What’s wrong with this thing?
[ He’s seated on the back of a runaway mechanical horse, pulling on its harness, but the thing keeps doggedly heading for the canyon. Wen Kexing has never heard of a mechanical horse, thus the fact that the horse has actual controls has never occurred to him. ]
Hey! Hey, you stupid horse, stop!
[ The canyon wall is approaching fast, why isn’t it slowing down or even turning? The whole wagon train is going to crash at this rate! ]
Tomb
[ On the one hand, he’s finally figured out what all that white stuff is, in the pouches. On the other, he’s fallen asleep trying (unsuccessfully) to get the lid off a tomb.
At least he seems to be at peace, with a faint smile on his lips. Someone probably should wake him up, however. With any luck, he won’t be quite as murderous this time… ]
Wen Kexing | Word of Honor | newb
[ After being chained and drugged for days, Wen Kexing ought to be delighted at the prospect of rescue. ]
Ghhhhh! Let…. Let go! Let go of me!
[ He is, unfortunately, still pretty drugged. And drugged!Kexing wants to do only one thing. As soon one of his arms is freed, he immediately seizes the throat of his nearest rescuer and squeezes as hard as he can.
That’s right. Wen Kexing wants to fight. Who will rescue his rescuer? ]
Bear
[ Whoever heard of a white bear? Not only that, a saluting white bear? Not Wen Kexing, that’s who! ]
Look at that! Hahahaha!
[ He’s a little drunk. No, that’s not quite true. He’s a lot drunk. Come discourage this fool from jumping from the
trainhorsecar to pet the bear—or jump down with him, the more the merrier. ]Horse
What’s wrong with this thing?
[ He’s seated on the back of a runaway mechanical horse, pulling on its harness, but the thing keeps doggedly heading for the canyon. Wen Kexing has never heard of a mechanical horse, thus the fact that the horse has actual controls has never occurred to him. ]
Hey! Hey, you stupid horse, stop!
[ The canyon wall is approaching fast, why isn’t it slowing down or even turning? The whole wagon train is going to crash at this rate! ]
Tomb
[ On the one hand, he’s finally figured out what all that white stuff is, in the pouches. On the other, he’s fallen asleep trying (unsuccessfully) to get the lid off a tomb.
At least he seems to be at peace, with a faint smile on his lips. Someone probably should wake him up, however. With any luck, he won’t be quite as murderous this time… ]