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. )

Comments

[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...?

[weifinder]

A word, and we move now. Any word, we move then.

[downswing]

( Laboured breathing, then... a pause to collect himself. That strained, awkward moment when you must shield you've taken upon yourself a suicide offensive, after lecturing your soulmate on summoning ghosts. )

...Wei Ying. I cannot speak for the house.

[weifinder]

( Quick, short words. The background distant growl of a bear. Rending of branches, or flesh, or both. )

...You left on your own?

[downswing]

( Hissed: )

We are two.


( He may have left alone, but he accrued along the way! )

[weifinder]

( What must he account for, what the difference is in are and were: grit teeth, narrowed eyes. )

Who?

[downswing]

( 'Tall, dark, handsome' — )

Archeval.

[weifinder]

( Note, as Eleven had: not so tall, then. )

He has your back?

[downswing]

( He seems to take a moment to understand himself what Archeval is doing. )

He slays in the other direction.

[weifinder]

So did either of you have a plan? Lan Zhan, if I need to account for what you want doing--

[downswing]

( The plan, plain: )

Slaughter. Survive.


( ...in that order. )

[weifinder]

Hah, could you put survive first?

[downswing]

( When you put it like that: )

One is guaranteed.

[weifinder]

So make it the guarantee!

[downswing]

( Is... he laughing? That's either a hiss or a smile. )

We guarantee slaughter.

[weifinder]

( A huff, a different strain: )

Yet to think neither of us hail from Qinghe.

( Which is... as close to amused as he's coming, in strain, and silence will stretch forth from him next, after a: )

Guarantee both.

( And another muted roar, crunching snow, falling bodies. )

[downswing]

( Ah, but that wonderful feeling of leaving your soulmate on medieval read. )