un: absterge

[downswing]

The dead divulged at sea's shore: bereft, they haunt night waters. Buried ashore, they would wake to death's work.

Rest rites elude them.

Some among you wield fire unending. Lend light. The rest may release candles, salt and incense at sea.

If we do nothing of righteousness here, let us achieve this. What of the other dead?

( ooc: won't someone think of Akira/Lily/Anduin's corpses???? Threadjack away, you've got this. )

Comments

[downswing]

A weed. Resilient.

[weifinder]

Mm, and beautiful for it.

[downswing]

What is beauty but survival?

[weifinder]

I must be both beautiful and hideous in that case.

[downswing]

More hideous.

[weifinder]

This explains the state of my hair...

[downswing]

Discover combs.

[weifinder]

I have, you've been given them!

[downswing]

Now, their use.

Lest you require assistance.

( DO YOU WANT ANY HAIR LEFT ON YOUR HEAD, SIR. )

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan, gentle, gentle! A gentle touch, I beg of you!

[downswing]

Gentle.


( YOU GOING BALD. )

[weifinder]

Say it, say, "I'll be gentle, Wei Ying, I promise!"

[downswing]

The precepts prohibit deception.

[weifinder]

So it's, "I'll be rough, I like it that way" ah?

[downswing]

( The most self-satisfied: ) Ah.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan. So forward!

[downswing]

Then decline.

[weifinder]

I'd prefer to encourage, I think.

[downswing]

As wished, done.


( You're going down. )

[weifinder]

( he just laughs in return, but note: lan zhan is never going to be allowed to wash his hair again. he sees this writing on the wall! in baldness! )