return of the other fox | curse caused thought to text transmission

[weifinder]

Crouch, stay low, watch the wings. High. Still. Beating fast, then tucked, it dives, moving, leap, and hah! Caught, caught, struggles, feathers fall, help, who will help contain these captured birds?

Henhouse, henhouse, where are you, thumbs are so useful at times like these, oh, yes, right, you're still here, and you are...?

( wei wuxian is still in fox form (think red fox sized, black fur), capturing birds by mouth. did he just nab one going after you? will you help him store these birds? please help him he has no thumbs to open doors or cages so he's shoving them into empty sacks, as you do )

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un: anzhi

[balancedwire]

[ Xie Yun has not been there long, but that's not to say that he won't help. Even if it's a bit weird listening to how this person is talking. Especially at the talk of how thumbs would be useful. He is also not too overly worried, even if he should be, of the birds. Cloud-Impelling Palm would probably come in handy here. ]

Where are you?

un: absterge | audio

[downswing]

( The most long-suffering, the forever sighed: )

Cease.

( Is this his fox? Is it not his fox? Does it even matter? )

[weifinder]

( a pause, ears flicking, deciding on the direction of the voice that's not quite familiar, but almost could be. a shake of his tail, not his head, the bird in his mouth struggling. )

You're not speaking from here, is the pendant, yes, that must be it, no, find me here, where the farms meet the wood at the east edge of the village, where the dogs are not, but the men work, hammers strike, poles raised.

I'm not very good at making these thoughts focus, am I understood?

[weifinder]

( sigh harder, he who does not See )

Fetch.

[balancedwire]

You're understood enough.

[ It shouldn't be that hard to find, after all. Just look for farms near woods to the east of the village. So near a forge, is what it sounded like almost. ]

You won't be hard to find.

[downswing]

( Which fox are you — )

We may spare feeding.

[weifinder]

( you've notably decided your biases, husband, and it hasn't been for him, ah? but he cannot begrudge his brother. still: )

Not for eating, you. Come swift, it's large, I've only a mouth fit to contain!

[weifinder]

Relief, birds aren't easy held, easier killed, not killing, not killing.

( the sudden behaviour change is too stark, and he suspects even as the ravens watch and eye. who is served by dead birds?

not him, not his stomach, mores the pity. instead he arranges himself tucked under a hedge, bird in mouth, and by the time his new friend arrives, bird out of mouth and under paw while squawking, and another, smaller bird in mouth looking very grumpy about it. )

[balancedwire]

[ Not killing the birds, just capturing them. ]

Not killing them is good.

[ He isn't, honestly, sure why that's not good, but it's something to keep in mind. Capture and not kill. Which means when he does find the area the fox was in, he ducks, mainly to keep out of the way of any flying birds, and will note the hedge and squawking. As well as a... fox. ]

Where are we taking them?

[downswing]

( Why is this his life.

T........................ esting. )


...Wei Ying?

[weifinder]

( a pause, but maybe it's angles, maybe it's the change in colours he sees or the depths of what he scents, but the odd familiarity of form he first sees is...

... mostly not there, being down low, a bird in mouth and one under paw. but there's something, that from another angle might strike, and he cants his head as he answers. on pendant, still text, making not one audible sound from his throat. )

I've no idea, but I suggest anywhere these can't fly right back out from. No chance for a spare enclosed henhouse?

[weifinder]

Like you'd even believe, Lan Zhan. Come, come, you've hands, I don't, bring twine! A sack? A wooden cage? Your sleeves will do, really, they're large enough.

( he sees diminishing point in denying that he's put himself forward to lacking belief, ergo: yes, wei ying, and no, you fool, he expects none of your belief. )

[balancedwire]

[ Hands behind his back he watches, waits... almost. One could knock the birds from the sky, if they had ample means to. He has the means, but he doesn't want to use it just yet. That would be giving too much away. ]

I'm sure there's one close by.

[ Near enough, possibly. If not a henhouse, then a cage. Something to capture and keep the birds contained. ]

[reparo]

[Did she just see a fox wearing a communications talisman, jumping after birds? What - ] - on earth?

[She checks the recent transmissions and sure enough, there it is. A nonsense post.]

Mister Fox?

[downswing]

You need not entrap further chicken.

Come home.



( TO BE KICKED OUT AGAIN. )

[weifinder]

( said fox, bird in mouth and squawking viciously about it, both hears someone speak, then has words floating invisibly before his gaze. not invisibly, really, but who looks to a fox to notice if there's a magical projection of written word in a manner it might read? )

Horribly so, I'm afraid, are you here for the bird, this would be easier if we killed them all but we shouldn't save more may be the pity.

[weifinder]

I'm helping. You've other interests, unless you're collecting the birds, are you, will the feathers be judged worthy?

[weifinder]

( an equitable nod of sorts from him, under the hedge, and then: )

Your hands look free. There's a bird here. Two, but the ground one is flapping.

( as is obvious, given the bird is protesting without managing to go much of anywhere. )

[downswing]

( At long last, this answer Lily's question of how to tell apart the foxes: only Wei Ying can exasperate him thusly. )


Unharmed?

[weifinder]

( he's got talents, and right now it's talking with his mouth ostensibly full )

I've been catching birds by hand longer than I've known you, so when are you lending me yours, ah? Feathers are not actually tasty in case anyone questioned this, which they haven't, but I don't have hands, Lan Zhan, all of you do, excepting A-Cheng.

[downswing]

( This stone in his stomach. )

[downswing]

What became of Jiang Wanyin?

[reparo]

[Magical!

The important bit is:]

Your name, please?

[weifinder]

I believe here they call it magic, but cursed, nonetheless.

( what he does not say is: who but you knows this best? )

[weifinder]

( the fox gives himself a good shake, which the bird falls silent for, before he answers: )

Who else? Wei Wuxian.

( who else but his brother would be in the same awkward, dire straits? )