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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! )

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[downswing]

The key is the plan.

1/2

[deathcough]

[NO ONE ASKED U WANGJI]

[deathcough]

Remind me what I get out of this again?

1/2

[downswing]

Gratitude.

[downswing]

Survival. A deed well done.

[deathcough]

I don't need gratitude. [Please. When is anyone ever happy once he's involved??]

And I don't really know any of you well enough to care about your survival. [He scratches idly at his cheek and hums as if considering, his voice a lazy sort of drawl. It'd be easier to run around and survive on his own--and maybe with Toshi tagging along too-so like...]

But it'd be a pain in the ass too I guess. [He stifles a yawn] Well, as long as I get to fight something it might not be a total waste.

[downswing]

We do not seek carnage.

[deathcough]

I seek to not be bored

[DEEP, FORLORN SIGH, like his life is just such suffering to not stab people whenever he wants] My blade's going to get so dull.

[downswing]

Oil it.

( Because, wait for it: ) We are not blood-thirsting dogs.

[deathcough]

[Souji bears his teeth like he was a dog himself before throwing his head back with a laugh.]

First I've ever heard of it!

[downswing]

Bark, then.

[deathcough]

Feisty! This cat's got claws, huh?

[His smirk grows] Only if you meow for me first.

[downswing]

Beg the privilege.

Do not slaughter indiscriminately.

[deathcough]

It's not indiscriminate! [He sounds almost offended at the idea!]

I always have very good reason for it.

[Making up plausible things after the fact counts right?]

[downswing]

Dubious.

[ensanguines]

Me not kicking your ass up and down the street.

[deathcough]

[NEW PHONE WHO DIS]