un: yiling patriarch

[weifinder]

Ah, Lan Zhan! I may have annoyed a magical fish because of a cultural misunderstanding and have it saying it'll nonspecifically curse me for seven years in a very dramatic way, but, uh, would you be willing to go cleanse its waters?

Comments

un: bashful bard of the emboldened flute; this man uses voice only

[consignation]

WEI WUXIAN WHAT DID YOU DO—

switches to voice because of course

[weifinder]

The fish said it wanted warmed water, by hand, so I stuck my hand in the water, with a talisman drawn on it—

[consignation]

[ God at least he didn't pee in the lake, but still. ]

Did you boil it?? How does this end with you being cursed?! Why can't you mind your own business—

[weifinder]

Jiang Cheng, I only put my hand in the water. For a talisman.

( No paper. THINK, BRO, WHAT DOES HE USE WHEN HE HAS NO TALISMAN PAPER AND NEEDS A TALISMAN? )

un: lady love of a thousand poets

[thehoneybadger]

hahahaha this dumbass pissed off a fish hahahahaha

[weifinder]

It was a mistake for it to act koi, is all I can say.

[thehoneybadger]

Tell me you at least didn't piss ON the fish

[weifinder]

I don't think I want to understand what you just asked but emphatically no that did not happen!

un: sweet lily of the hidden valley - handwritten

[bearshermark]

Are you okay?

[weifinder]

As of the present moment, just a touch chill! Normal stuff.

[bearshermark]

I'm glad to hear it.

[Normally, this would be the time he'd ask after specifics, but he has something else on his mind]

I have something for you, when you have a moment.

[weifinder]

Oh? Sure, wanted to talk when all the uh. Trials stuff ends?

un: heart-fluttering hummingbird | voice

[downswing]

( This fool.

This fool, alive. In health, enough to seek out counsel. Cursed, for seven years whole.

This fool, who only asks when he is strong, never in weakness.

This fool, who cannot be trusted not to hide the aches of a haunted voice behind the written word. )

Wei Ying. Speak.

[weifinder]

( This fool, with one name cursed: Wei Wuxian. Kind of nostalgically familiar, that. )

Lan Zhan, I'm here.

( By which he means: he's well enough, he's not hurting, he's not injured as a cut to the finger means nothing, he's. Faintly annoyed that he's amused that yes, even here, the best of intentions get you about as damned? )

Can definitely say the carp has a low opinion of all men, as a whole, but not fully certain if that's all humans or just those of us with certain assets rather than others.

[downswing]

( A measured voice. Paced. If there are injuries on his person, they have not crippled Wei Ying's composure.

This, whatever it is — lies under control. )

What befell the waters?

[weifinder]

Blood written talisman.

( The short and simple truth. Forgive a man after two hours in the cold puzzling through riddles to have a misunderstanding about actively warming the waters with his hand when he can. Fish! Pickier than maidens! )

un: blushing beads of heft and beauty | audio

[paperbutterflies]

... senior Wei!

[weifinder]

( you know he really wishes he knew where the heckles Lan Zhan was to give him a message in person but he doesn't have transmitting paper on him so here is the network, reading it all )

Haaah, Sizhui! How are you? Don't worry about me, nothing's happened, just a little carping on me!

[paperbutterflies]

I can help with the cleansing, of Hanguang-jun will allow.

[ As though Sizhui would stop worrying then. ]

s i g h | un: heart-fluttering hummingbird

[downswing]

The waters are bloodied.


( So you know what your father did. )

un: ut malum pluvia | text

[somebadnews]

[ He's watching this for... a while. Didn't expect a talking fish to get thrown back into the mix. ]

Do we need to reschedule?

[weifinder]

No, no, I'm back before evening, don't worry!

( he does not think Five is actually worried, but still. )

un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

Oh no, what kind of curse?

[weifinder]

Ah, hahaha, against my name, I guess?

[scrapgege]

What was the exact curse?