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[downswing]

( Dark and damp and Lan Wangji's pallor strained under moonlight. Behind him, flickers of broad, long temple columns — and the smoke smears of... ghosts, gathered. He seems short of breath, the silvered sheen of his sword half drawn from her scabbard, a spate of parchment papers littering the walls: active talismans. )

They have crowded their halls of the dead, to excess.

Here, the key withholds itself. Who hunts the other locations?

( And a pause, hesitant — whether to find his words or, absently, slap another talisman on the spirit that looms with a gaping maw behind him. ) Ke-Waihu stands safe?

( ooc: forwarded dated to the group's incursions in Ke-Waicai. Feel free to run into him in person, if you're also chasing the haunted temple key! )

Comments

[consignation]

I don't see anyone else jumping to his defense! Not even his wif⁠— Sp⁠— My brother!!

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[reparo]

The word you're looking for is husband?

[downswing]

( No, that's the wife, that's legit. )

[reparo]

And I'm not his side anything, you rude man! He's fighting ghosts over there and you're coming in to accuse him of being handsome while at it? Hmm.

[consignation]

Overly handsome. Intentionally handsome. Flauntingly handsome.

Fighting ghosts is his entire job. [ It's what he does when he's not railing Jiang Cheng's brother. ] Also, this is a family matter. I've known him most of my life and I'll say to him what I want.

[reparo]

[the sarcasm]

Oh wow, that sure fixes everything. I guess I'll leave you to it.