un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling

[downswing]

( Behold: that inexorable moment when a man with the tolerance of a baby kitten has infiltrated the nefarious tavern of Livius Decimus, had precisely two licks of the obligatory drink, and is now alone, sword drawn, brooding morosely at a vast table covered in castaway parchment pieces that two large brown and spotted rabbits are diligently chewing on.

After fifteen seconds of blinking at the pendant: )

Greeti.. ( ...nnnnngs? ) What. did.. what did the... ( Wake up, Lan Wangji, wake up — ) Pro - presss... pros. Proscription lists. What did they look like?

( ...possibly like the parchment scraps one of the rabbits annihilates on camera, while a nearby thug gentleman of criminal arts, seemingly in the know, mutters, You son of a — )

...my son? Mmmmmmmmm. Gentle. Little... not so little? Was little. Kind. Wise. Speak of... yes. Let me speak of my son. He will never marry. Must stay little. In my coin purse. Children are... for safe-keeping.

( ...in coin purses. Does the thug agree? How can he not. )

Comments

[weifinder]

He's on the run last I knew!

[scrapgege]

Alright, I'll find him. He's not easy to miss if he's not purposedly hiding.

[Unlike a certain someone, someone with that much qi is pretty much a bright beacon.]

[weifinder]

He's very swift and doesn't follow logic when like this, be fairly warned!

[scrapgege]

Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I am faster than him.

[weifinder]

There's something to be said for unpredictability... that's all!