backdated: wedding day iii

[downswing]

Before her second disappearance, Prassenze ravaged her compartment for a hidden box.

( 'How do you know this, Wangji?' 'Any details?' No. )

Separately, forge or jewellery master begged sought. A trinket for powders.

New arrivals, be welcome.

( ooc: CONTENT WARNING that he is looking to make tokens to hold hell demonic lizard creature ashes, if that creeps anyone out OOCly ;; )

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[downswing]

( To make a memento of not-mom. )

An errand. Your health?

[weifinder]

( lan zhan is this really what you need, or is it what you need for now? _

Irrelevant. Yours seems more in need.

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Do not quarrel, newly woken.

[weifinder]

You never did enjoy losing.

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( HEAVENS GIVE HIM STRENGTH )

[downswing]

Wei Ying. How are you?

[weifinder]

( strength enough to lift his head from this pillow, where he languishes, perhaps? )

Fine! I'm fine. I'm always fine.

Lan Zhan, mementos and burials are two separate things.

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Not always fine.

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Mmmm. Gratitude.

Served two decades cultivator without knowing.

[weifinder]

Not unfine, and always attractive, I'll take those as truths.

[weifinder]

What wit! Your tongue is so clever anymore, I'm almost more impressed by that than I am concerned at what lies behind it.

[downswing]

What outcome do you require of this discussion?

[weifinder]

Having one to hear your thoughts when you're returned.

[downswing]

I feel her needed close. Scant else to say.

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[weifinder]

And it's the closest you can come, ah.

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Ah. Now speak your true health.

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[weifinder]

My neck aches, I feel old because I'm not Sizhui's age anymore and my back decided to make that known when I woke, and I have a mysterious bruise that I think's from your guan, it's rather impressively shaped.

I'm fine, Lan Zhan. Nothing out of sorts in any meaningful manner.

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[downswing]

Your soul? This technique, to excess, may fissure.

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[weifinder]

The paper was unharmed, likewise the soul and spirit. Such as it is, you can be reassured. Prassenze wasn't such a terror that one slip of paper was in danger. She didn't douse the room in water or fire or tearing winds or falling stones, which was rather helpful too.

It was more tiring than it should have been, but I suspect that in part is the fault of the train and Alem being not so far behind us. Not even two handfuls of days? Between Hell and holding back Ratkingoo's forces, and the restless sleep that followed, it's no surprise.

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Let us avoid this for a season.

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[weifinder]

Think we have the luxury?

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If you are patient.

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[weifinder]

I don't make a good one.

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Learn.

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[weifinder]

Mm.