text | un: wei laozu, following the protestors being escorted to jail

[weifinder]

Dear Friends,

I am presently enjailed with a number of the protestors who did not have the luck to get free of the ordered guards. Some here have been injured, and we've done what we can on limited supplies and with limited sympathy, but it wouldn't be a terrible idea to drop some fresh clean bandages in, maybe a few poultices for healing, and also:

I probably need to exit this particular stage after chatting up my cellmates for their thoughts, to the accompaniment of the odd gurgle from the semi-conscious man in the corner. Don't worry, he's actually improving.

Remember, make love! Not violence! Makes for more fertile growing grounds.

- Wei Wuxian

( this is help, only not a distressed call for help, from Wei Wuxian, Jailbird. he's so thankful zero dogs are involved in this venture. )

Comments

[weifinder]

Would you?

( he who shall never hold himself responsible for anything he does. )

Ah, but understanding from this side has already told me so much! Like how often things like this occur, how everyone here relates, how this is not unusual, but for the violence. Besides, hearing what the people have to say is worthwhile, unlike listening to some others.

[malicing]

I'm not a rebel.

[Except he absolutely is; he is just a lot more selfish and maniacal about it when compared to Wuxian. Still, he must appear to be squeaky clean.]

Are you suggesting something, Master Wei? You should keep an open ear to everyone. Information that is vital to your cause could spring from anywhere at any time.

[weifinder]

And I've never worked with manipulating the dead. It's nice when we all lie to ourselves, isn't it?

( jin guangyao, in what world will he listen to you? you make yourself the liability, and if you're not trying to end up as an undead lord here after all you've pulled back home, he will be so surprised, he might actually clasp your shoulder!

... no, really, in a friendly way. )

Me, suggest? No, Jin Guangyao, I state, I don't suggest. If you'd like to learn what it is being said on these levels, I recommend stopping by! Hang out, chat with a guard. Systems of justice don't work from the top down only. Never have.

[malicing]

Lie to yourself all you please. I care not - as long as you tell the truth aloud.

[He purposefully misses that point, dodging it with the finesse he learned in the brothel and at court. After all, what has he done wrong? Wei Wuxian can't know, can he?

And even if he does know, what move will he make?]

My cause has nothing to do with a jail cell. I will mourn you if you spend your last days caged. That is not a fitting end for any powerful, talented cultivator.

[weifinder]

No, you far prefer to keep them tied down to a table until you realise there's nothing you can do to keep them under your control.

( Think, A-Yao, on how you treated your dearest, dear da-ge. and how little tolerance wei wuxian has for your antics, or your words. )

[malicing]

Who have I tied to a table? [No, no no, this is not happening. Hello, cold sweat, he has missed you.]

[weifinder]

The one you got a head of.

[malicing]

[So he knows. Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui do too. Now he must wait for his executioner.]

Which sword will you use?

[weifinder]

Whichever services at the time it's necessary.

Save fancy words for the politics you're incapable of not playing, and know you're known. We can afford to let none of us die. Even you. Take that to heart, but realise: the only one of us learning to resurrect the dead is speaking to you now. With everyone else, hope for the proper coin, and reputable raisers.