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username: yiling patriarch

( Rise and shine, to coarse, near-dawn rasps from a gently borrowed quartz piece. Overheard in the background: meowling winds from the settling snow storms, the yawning bustle of early-morning trade, and the sharp gasps of a crowd. )

Bring salt, wine, water and joss sticks to the marketplace. ( Murmured: ) They've sullied their dead.

( A pause, stretching its legs, until a child cries over the 'armless men there.' )

We cannot be as animals, to leave them in indignity.

( ooc: ...response usernames will vary, depending on whether he's still at the marketplace or back at the House of Dew and hoarding Wei Wuxian's device, since he's too himself to get his own. )

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[jeoha]

A man must find some purpose.

[ It's hard to tell if he is serious or joking. The tone is flat. ]

[descendency]

You're just going to find an early grave. Again.

[ At least Mingyu's mood is clear: bitchy. ]

Can't you take up knitting or something?

[jeoha]

[ Ah. Mingyu is in a bad mood. He doesn't respond to the comment of the grave. ]

If I was meant to be a tailor, I would already be one. This is what I am fit to do.

[ Dealing with the dead was all he had left. ]

[descendency]

I see. Fair enough, then.

I suppose we each can only keep to what it is we are fit to do.

[ And everyone knows by now just what it is Mingyu does. ]

[jeoha]

[ A little clipped, a little pointed: ]

Your aid would be useful.

[ Stop reminding him about the whoring, Mingyu. ]

[descendency]

Oh? Is there a funeral director you'd like me to spread my legs for? Please, point the way.

[ No. ]

[jeoha]

You may fool everyone else into thinking that is your only talent, but if you aren't careful I will reveal otherwise.

[ It's an empty threat. Mingyu's magics are his own. But he's being a little pissy. ]

[descendency]

[ A protracted sigh. ]

What do you want me to do, kitten? You don't have to threaten me. Though it's a little hot when you do.

[jeoha]

[ He also sighs, pausing as he rubs his brow. Why was he letting it get to him? ]

Help. Can you think of why they would display corpses like this? With one arm removed each?

[ He realizes what he's asking only after it's out of his mouth, and he grimaces. But it would be a deeper wound to Mingyu to apologize now, publicly, for something he shared privately. He will just have to ask for forgiveness later. ]

[descendency]

[ Voice flat, devoid of emotion: ]

Seeing as they were already dead, I imagine it wasn't as a warning to their loved ones so I'm afraid my expertise ends there.

Anything else?

[jeoha]

[ Yeah. That was deserved.

He hesitates. ]

Incense. Do you have any?

[ Is it an excuse to go see Mingyu in person? Maybe. ]

[descendency]

You know where to find me.

[jeoha]

[ He doesn't reply, and instead just goes to seek the man out. ]