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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.

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( he's not saying crack your chest open and pour hit water in for cleansing, but if ask her can do is offer to take care of the outer shell, so be it; that's what he'll offer. )
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...accompaniment. As I... bathe?
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( He's sure the music would get past, shouldn't it? Or he supposes he could hunt down a privacy screen and sit in the same area, he just doesn't think Lan Zhan is particularly keen on the idea, so why not door guard and play at the same time?
Brilliant! )
Or at least not soundproof, I could play and guard the door at the same time, you know.
( Parking his thin butt down somewhere is not particularly a hardship on the scale of things he does. )
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What a gamble. )
Unnecessary.
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( Congratulations, you've successfully stood by the person who is Like This. Out here to guard your modesty and virtue, so kind, so kind. )
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Tea instead. ( And a laboured exhale: ) The dead, when you rouse them. They feel cold?
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( Far, far from anywhere growing tea, living the "well we do have tea blocks" life. )
Mm, some. It's more emotion and intent, when I'm dealing with them. Cold for how they died, cold because they're dead, cold burning emotion; you feel it, but not the way you're describing it. It's not the cold that invades.
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What do you feel, when you summon a multitude?
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Lan Zhan, you want to have this conversation like this, rather than in person?
( Not pressing the point of where he'd originally been heading when he went outside, but he's not presuming sanctity of conversational privacy, not without sound wards and seeing Lan Zhan face to face. )
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...sleep. You are not for the hour.
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( His moments are just breath and crunching snow, now. Preoccupied thoughts concerning the dead at Lan Zhan's hands aside, he frowns, pulls hiss cloak up closer to his chin. )
We'll talk.
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( ... which is true, but: )
We don't need to be one and the same. You have shoulders, so do I.
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( Him, but they both know. )
Stand straight.
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( They also know how that went. )
And tall. We'll need to find you another crown so you can have the height advantage again, Lan Zhan!
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( kick him in the back of a knee, he'll go down on you all right )
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WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
BECAUSE I'M AWAKE STILL or just because
GO TO BED
GOES with this
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lmf
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