username: lady of the willow tree | audio

[aprescoup]

( She has long suffered, her great sigh speaks, every fool that's walked this world. ) ...you took more dead. Why are you like this? You want friends? I buy you friends. Three for five coin pieces, at the market. You are ugly, maybe I pay seven. And you are fools! No one likes you. I pay nine.

Pah! What is your luck? What is my luck? These other clapping seals in their little frills, with their little cakes and their little cups, they are playing their little games. And they come to me with messages. I I have the look of a saint now, who delivers word. How fortunate Karsa is. How grateful.

Look here. Pay attention. ( She spits out the words: ) First come the beggars, the Bessis. What is their puny fire worth now? I breathe hotter each morning. They ask for their captives, to hide their shame. Imagine! You kill, and you kill, and you kill, and then you keep your dead 'allies' like vermin, and it is not good, when you are found out. Who could have thought?

( And softer: ) The others. The Attaryl, for whom speaks the red woman, Vannozza. They want their dead. For burial. Ha! As if she will not use them to say, looooooooooooook! Look what my cousin's good friends! Look. But the witches... these are their dead.

So, talk, choose, and — ( The transmission seems to flicker, her voice first feeble, then doubled, then she shrieks: ) No. No. You do not dare, you do not presume, you do not, you fur-clad pink pig, you do not dare —

( But Karsa falls silent. To a quiet backdrop, broken only by a rhythmic drip, speaks undead Lord Anurr of Sa-Hareth — who has not been seen since arriving in Sa-Hareth. He seems to borrow the voices of multiple men, women and children, never settling on the one: )

H elLo   Li TtlE   FrIenD S. HoW   Ha VE   YoU   Be EN?   GoOD?   Yo U   ArE   Go OD   peOPlE.

Go oD   ThIn Gs   SHOUl D   HaPpE N   T o   GoOd   Peop Le.   And   GoO D   EnDing S   to   Th Ose   Who   HAV e   SuF f e Red   LoN G.

N o?   Y E s.

And   Th E y   havE SuFFer Ed,   ThEse   AtTa ryL.   An D   N oW   ThEY WoU l D   Be   Use D   aGA in?

No.   So   Man Y   BuRNs. So   ManY   WA I Ls.   I heAR   ThE M   FroM   HerE.

GiVE   Them   To   ME.   Th E Y   Will   Be   O U R   BrothER s   In   SA-HARE Th.   Fr E e.

( As quickly as Anurr interrupted, his voice disappears. A long heartbeat's silence. By the time Karsa recovers command of her own transmission sorcery, she is quieter for it, rattled. )

You... that. That disgusting creature. That... well. Well, you heard him, didn't you? You heard him. Tell me what you wish done. You cannot have it all ways. Only one answer.

( ooc: the floor is yours, threadjack away, debate the fate of the six undead claimed in the Bessis tower disaster, plus the three previously weaponised by Wei Wuxian. Characters with 'ownership' of the dead get final say — please state it! All the undead will go to the petitioner with the highest number of votes. Haltham Anurr will not be answering any comments. )

Comments

[downswing]

Tsk. Courting compliments.

[weifinder]

They are surprisingly few and far between in my advanced age, can you blame me? Lan Zhan, just a little compliment. Just one. Please?

The fertility goddess reborn is very popular on the other hand, and if I ever need hear of it again before the world unmakes itself, that will be too soon.

[downswing]

Wei Ying is charmingly shameless.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan!


Thank you.

[downswing]

You yearn for words.

[weifinder]

From certain persons, yes.

[downswing]

And shamelessly charming.

[weifinder]

For certain persons, yes.

[downswing]

You teach Sizhui unrighteousness.

[weifinder]

That's one way of saying I'm teaching him flirtation. Hopefully his luck's better than mine! Ah, there we are, maybe he shouldn't learn from me at all, my rate of success is abysmal when I'm me and not, let me see: a reincarnated fertility goddess.

[downswing]

This is play 'flirtation.'




( Not even poetry, ffs?????? )

[weifinder]

( bae are you distracted yet because he is WORKING SO HARD ON THIS

not working hard on the flirtation though )

Flirtation's all about playing, isn't it? Being playful! Or playing around with words.

[downswing]

A cruel sport.

Teach him bow forms.

[weifinder]

If one's too sincere with it to too many. One, one is a good number for sincerity.

Hah! Fine, I'll make us kites and see about shooting them from the skies. Or... something else. Tossed targets of some kind, stuffed creatures?

[downswing]

Lanterns.

[weifinder]

Only if we paint them with hideous faces of people we don't like very much at all.

[downswing]

Rabbits.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan we are not using lanterns painted with rabbits as target practise, I refuse!

[downswing]

Ah.

[weifinder]

Now, if you want to make lanterns we paint with rabbits just for the joy of sending them soaring, we can do that.

[downswing]

We waste time with indulgence.

[weifinder]

When a light mist envelops the dim moon, should we not stand together in the light of this one lantern?

[downswing]

...shameless.

[weifinder]

Is that a yes?

[downswing]

What are you doing?