welcome to siege day networking

[weifinder]

( for the sake of keeping everything that happens on that day contained, please feel free to use this as a catch-all network 'post' for everyone's communications and shouting over each other should that be happening!

all top level comments below can be new communications, please threadjack each other at will! adding a general time marker to the top of your comment to this post can indicate a when where that communication is happening, as you like. )

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[downswing]

...what of it?


( Spell it out, Satan. )

[weifinder]

They resent the wars, and Unhalad. I can't move fast, this isn't... I can't hold them, I don't have the means.

( His vessel is not one he's trying to fill. He could, yes, poorly and for periods of time, but he doesn't. He's not. )

But I can direct them, if you all can hold out long enough, to cut through the forces held back and waiting.

[downswing]

( And then there is the pause, the animal hurt of it in his hoarse voice — )

No.

[weifinder]

( voice gentled: )

Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

( Hear the fire crackling in the background for a moment: )

Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

I need all the time you can buy me. Doing this better means taking the time, not the shortcuts.

( a pause... and softer still: )

I'm not rushing in.

( even if he wants to. even if some part of him wants to, more than anything, it isn't the voice he heeds, not anymore. )

[downswing]

There is no need.


( There never was. )

[weifinder]

( Silence, for a beat. Then: )

According to your heart, or the tactician you've had to be?

[downswing]

( Shall he growl? No, let this one fine undead do it for him: )

If we must fight what escapes your command also, we are twice burdened!

[weifinder]

( now there's a fun sound, one that fills him with all sorts of stomach sinking sensations. almost as much as the words. )

Yes. Which is why nothing can escape, which is why I need time. Because if you ask me to sit here and watch and do nothing I don't know how to do that, Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

( They were both wretched dark things before they were boys, and now they stand men grown: )

Learn.

( Like Lan Wangji learned the way of his slaughter, loud, pointed and imperious. )

If you come with the dead, you do not come to me after.

[weifinder]

Then I apologise, and you—live.

( and he'll still come, but expect the cold, and that's easier than standing over still bodies gone cold. )

[downswing]

( And that is the end of it for hours: silence, and the rare strike of the undead, and hate, swirling.

Then, inevitably, sullen and perfunctory now and then: )

Alive?


( They might be at odds, but. )

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( A pause, because he listens, and has been listening, and takes a break from the sounds of a flute that is coaxing, cajoling. )

And whole. Injuries?

( Lan Zhan's. Then, the accounting: )

Sizhui?

[downswing]

He prevails.

( That flute, and the clenching of his teeth: )

Chenqing?

[weifinder]

Injuries.

( Lan Zhan. )

Plays, as expected. We haven't engaged beyond pulling those that followed the mirror shards into the wood.

[downswing]

( Pushing. Through. The salt: )

No injuries known.


( Which... does not mean they have not occurred. )

[weifinder]

( still a touch better than yes he's bleeding from multiple injuries because this siege is still going )

I'll listen for word. And you?

[downswing]

Mind your dead instead.

( The sulkiest. )

[weifinder]

( Hey! Hey!... He hasn't stopped, they're in a holding pattern! Because he's not ready to make any large move, not when he's still weaving them together with song. )

Minded and minding.

Tell me if any become set on charging, ah? I need to know what to expect by nightfall from all of you held down there.

[downswing]

They entered the premise. ( And before Wei Ying can ask his details: ) I deserted it.

[weifinder]

Where do you hold the line?!

( what great terrible news thanks )

[downswing]

I — ( Straining uphill, this war needs to consider a time-out. ) Do not.

[weifinder]

( even better. asked, low as he calculates: )

For how long?

( can he, they, last, before the hammer must strike the anvil )

[downswing]

How long...?