audio | un: yiling laozu | the day following the dragon hatching (end of august)
( sounding subdued, wei wuxian speaks out on network again! really we're all tired of hearing from this guy, get him a new hobby, like knitting. those needles are great impromptu weapons! ask wen qing. don't ask wen qing.. )
Hey. For those partnered with dragons, you'll know what I mean when I say that yesterday's hatching was emotional. I felt mixed joy and dread from Lethe intense enough to bring me to tears.
I reached out to a fellow member of our group, Wrathion, in an attempt to understand why. He found their mother Aiva at a loss to explain how she felt at the time of hatching, but with the moment passed, believing her young were fine. She sensed nothing awry. Her major concern rested with her mate's injury, and her irate belief that it was caused by a Minaras scouting airship, or so her shared images conveyed. He then coaxed the new mother into allowing us near the newborns for a brief examination.
( he pauses here, then sighs. this is not the sort of thing he finds enjoyable to say. it's simply important. )
We found that the infant dragons appear alive to sight and touch. But according to my sense of death and life, they're dead. Not possessed, not puppeted, just... dead. Which is different, as the citadel makes it impossible to tell the living from the dead otherwise. The only place you can is in the Mouse House.
( a final pause, and a solemn consideration: )
I don't know that anything survived that plague years ago. This feels more and more like a mockery of life forced on the dead.
Hey. For those partnered with dragons, you'll know what I mean when I say that yesterday's hatching was emotional. I felt mixed joy and dread from Lethe intense enough to bring me to tears.
I reached out to a fellow member of our group, Wrathion, in an attempt to understand why. He found their mother Aiva at a loss to explain how she felt at the time of hatching, but with the moment passed, believing her young were fine. She sensed nothing awry. Her major concern rested with her mate's injury, and her irate belief that it was caused by a Minaras scouting airship, or so her shared images conveyed. He then coaxed the new mother into allowing us near the newborns for a brief examination.
( he pauses here, then sighs. this is not the sort of thing he finds enjoyable to say. it's simply important. )
We found that the infant dragons appear alive to sight and touch. But according to my sense of death and life, they're dead. Not possessed, not puppeted, just... dead. Which is different, as the citadel makes it impossible to tell the living from the dead otherwise. The only place you can is in the Mouse House.
( a final pause, and a solemn consideration: )
I don't know that anything survived that plague years ago. This feels more and more like a mockery of life forced on the dead.
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Which I realise doesn't help so much, we need to speak with someone working in the medical field at the time.
( he nods, which isn't seen, so then hums agreement. )
Hah, define what acting usual is? There's been influence enough in different places to effect behaviour, best I can say is outfit us with wards for health, against curses, things of that nature. As for the rest, yes. If we can find anyone unaffected by the plague in this city, someone who never had it, that'd perhaps be a good place to start. From the sounds of things, what went wrong started then.
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[ Someone amongst their party could have been given a more useful role than what Magnus got saddled with, although it does let him visit the home of strangers easily and poke around a bit while he does. ]
I can aid with warding against it or coming up with some kind of cure once I know more about what it is and how it affects the infected. I've dealt with quite a lot of plagues and pestilences in my day.
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( two women to start with, and assigned opposing halves of the citadel for what that was worth. )
I'll assist, once we know more. Other than the sort of knowing that gets passed along as common knowledge not actually common to anyone not here at the time.
( Thankfully, in time following, at least the Doctor offers up more insight into the signs and symptoms externally. )
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[ Lucky for him, as it makes snooping around a lot easier. ]
As far as the plague goes, I have also only heard bits and pieces from the locals myself, all spoken in the past tense. I doubt anyone is even aware of themselves if they are in fact dead –or are just really good at hiding it on a collective level.
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( another sigh, and the unseen rubbing of his forehead. )
I don't think they know. I don't think they're allowed to know, and it hasn't slowed down the... presence of this place, the moving forward after that event. It hasn't been easy or sensible to outsiders, no, but some drive kept the citadel functioning even after that plague, and understanding that may be one of the keys.
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[ It gets more and more bizarre, the deeper he thinks about it. ]
There is definitely some kind of magic keeping the strong illusion of living up, and it's powerful enough that it's persisted for years at this point. No regular mage or warlock could manage that long.
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( xie lian talking about it here means he's starting to look around, for real. )
It's unlikely to be sourced to a single individual at this point, I'd think. Whatever sustains this, it needs... something. Some energy of its own, I'd think. Some source that can renew in one aspect or another.
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[ He's sure there are plenty of ethical complications in someone on the outside randomly asking to examine the children here, but he has to wonder if they will show some of the same signs of death as the baby dragon. ]
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Perhaps their parents recall more of it in brief moments.
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[ He's certain they can come up with some kind of story to allow it without arousing a whole lot of suspicion from the locals. ]