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[downswing]

( Behold the beautiful view of one [1] Lan Wangji, blood-drenched in one of the dusty, downtrodden streets of Hatthevar, while rains weep down — clear, for a change. In the hand that isn't holding his pendant, his sword's drawn, bloodied. )

Slave masters know little of the man Matthias. ( A pause, then almost sheepish: ) When they yet speak. Their victims recall with difficulty. Shall search the waters for signs of his whereabouts.

( Small chance of it, but carrying on ) Beware wish makers. They tempt with that which is not theirs to give.

Comments

[consignation]

Yeah, none of that sounds like Wei Wuxian. Does that mean you haven't been keeping up with him? Certainly explains all the blood.

[ wangji only gets into this much trouble unchaperoned. ]

[downswing]

He is not neglected.

[consignation]

I've never heard him claim to be anything but neglected, so I'd be interested to hear how you're keeping score— But. Perhaps now isn't the time.

Do you need a hand with any of your... business matters?

[downswing]

These are the dead. Their enslavers.

Yunmeng takes such interest?



( Does Lotus Pier no longer specialise in sitting back and looking pretty? )

[consignation]

[ YOU FUCKER HE'S HELPED YOU PLENTY ]

Do you find me in the habit of asking these questions for my health??

[downswing]

Jiang Wanyin performs numerous oddities, of late.


( Like approaching innocent brothers???? )

[consignation]

[ YOUR BROTHER APPROACHED HIM and there's nothing innocent about wei wuxian. ]

And I've never seen you have a passing understanding of normalcy, so??

[ what's that got to do with the price of eggs, wangji? ]

[downswing]

If you come to harm, I decline responsibility.

[consignation]

Back at you??

Are your clothes chafing you excessively in their drenched state?

[ because you're sounding pretty chafed, buddy. ]

[downswing]

Wen Qing may attend.



( That's right, your girlfriend. )