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[ The video opens with Wen Qing, dressed in trousers and a ruffled white shirt, looking fairly annoyed. She holds up an orange. ] This is an orange. There are barrels of them in the hold. Eat them. You don't need to have one daily, but make sure you're eating one every few days.

[ She glances away, mouthing something to someone just out of video range, and then she looks back to the communication device, flipping it around. Standing there is a sailor, unwashed and grimy. He's holding up a tooth, still bloody, and grinning proudly. This isn't the first tooth he's lost; most of them are gone, and his gums are bloody. Wen Qing continues over the camera. ]

This gentleman is a fine example of what will happen should you forget to eat them. [ The "do not forget to eat them" is heavily implied. She flips the device back, still frowning. ]

As Miss Eda mentioned, the sailors seem afraid of women so none of them will listen to me about the oranges. Someone pass on the message to them.
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[ The video shows Eda in her pirate garb, clearly amused about something. ]

So have you noticed that these pirates are afraid of women? [ She laughs and snorts. ] Some big, strong pirates they are.

[ As it happens, there is a pirate nearby! Eda turns toward him. ]

Boo!

[ The pirate, mostly irritated, grumbles and puts some distance between himself and Eda, who breaks out into laughter. ]

Ahhhh, I love that. Fear me, pirates, for I am Eda, the Harpy Woman!
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I never knew being sick would work in my favor. [Guess who is rooming in a private cabin with the ladies?] I sleep with one eye open in case the crew decides to throw me overboard.

[He is trying so very hard to find the humor in...everything. He is also drinking any and all alcohol he can find. Shhh. It's fine.]

Daozhang Xingchen, if you can see this, please respond. Actually...

Anyone who stood in the way of the volcano, I want to talk with you.

Cheers. [He lifts a bottle.]
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[The talisman starts transmitting almost out of spite, catching a few seconds of Hermione chopping herbs meticulously, in what looks like her room in the teahouse. The few days before departure are very clearly spent preparing supplies for the road, with her cauldrons bubbling happily away.

She brings her herbs over to one cauldron and drops them inside, picking up a spoon to stir, muttering under her breath:]
Ten counter clock this time, maybe it will be stronger - no replacement for - [She flinches, her jaw twitching where she grits it.

Somewhere in her head, she is treated to a cacophony of Ke-Waihu's dead, the most recent ones outraged that they were not rescued sooner by all these strangers. You stir your potions and tell us to mind that face paints aren't poisoned, but do you do anything for us? Where were you when the beasts attacked?

A from Hermione in stirring, the sudden flash of anger in her face at having lost track of her counterclock-wise strokes, and to anyone unwise to what's happening, she snaps at thin air:]
Will you shut up for ONE MINUTE - all of you --

[She freezes in place, and looks at the talisman, propped onto the worktable next to her.] Shit. [The feed stops.]

[ooc: SOMEONE signed up to absorb some volcano spirits and now SOMEONE can hear the dead and the dead have A LOT to say right now so now SOMEONE might be extremely angry. (Set before sea-travel, after Subaru's post announcing it.)]
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I have been thinking lately, perhaps too much, about forgiveness. Or, rather, resentment, especially with regards to these curses we've been gifted. I don't know what everyone else has to break, but mine involves jealousy and, thus, its own kind of resentment. I think most lingering cases such as these stem from unhappiness along a similar vein.

As a cultivator, it is my duty to cleanse such resentment from the dead so as not to affect the living in their wake. I am willing to help anyone else who may need it, though I fear I may not be as much help as others. I'm not sure I'm the best at forgiveness, either, even for myself...

[Xingchen's voice trails off, almost as if he forgets he's talking to anyone else, but he quickly recovers and clears his throat.]

I'm rambling. What I mean to say is I would like your cooperation if it's not too much to ask. As I said before my curse involves jealousy and words spoken in anger and dissatisfaction. I would like for as many of us to instead spread words of affirmation around the village. It might sound silly, and maybe it is, but I believe even something so small can make a difference. For example, last night I told one of the bartenders he had a pleasing voice. It doesn't have to be anything complicated, just kind.

Don't feel as if I'm forcing you, either. No one has to help if they don't want to.
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What funerary rites are you familiar with?

The Kaldorei cleanse a body, perform a final viewing where there is singing then take it to a resting place and grow flowers around it. Goblins have extravagant funerals with mourners and ornate coffins which they are buried or entombed in along with all their accumulated wealth. In Kul Tiras burials at sea are common, while the Tauren peoples burn their dead on funeral pyres so their spirits may return to the Earth mother.

Here, burials appear to be common I have gathered.
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Did any good come from your parents?

[Perhaps that seems like a personal question. He does not care.]

What's the point of family?

[Now, this may seem cynical, and it possibly is, but he doesn't really sound it. He doesn't seem bitter, he smiled a little, then looks to a point off-screen.]

See, daozhang? I'm trying.

[A pause, then he corrects himself with a wave of one hand.]

Hear.
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The dead divulged at sea's shore: bereft, they haunt night waters. Buried ashore, they would wake to death's work.

Rest rites elude them.

Some among you wield fire unending. Lend light. The rest may release candles, salt and incense at sea.

If we do nothing of righteousness here, let us achieve this. What of the other dead?



( ooc: won't someone think of Akira/Lily/Anduin's corpses???? Threadjack away, you've got this. )

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Forgive me for being absent. I had a bit of a shock and it has taken me some time to recover. [Death will have that effect!] Where are extra hands needed? I am a terrific listener too should that be more useful.

[No, he will not be discussing his death or how he was revived. Though that magic had interested him. Golden cores are capable of so many things in his world. Could the spell be...copied?]
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The Honourable Chengmei
In Service of the Esteemed Vannozza Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:


Xie Lian is a liar and a wanton harlot.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
May Fortune Ever Favour Don Bonaccorso!

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How does a farmer become rich suddenly? I don't think I've ever heard a story like that before. At least not without marriage. All I can think is either I have a noblewoman as a wife or I got real lucky playing slots when I left for the city. I'm not sure what's more believable.

I was also mistaken for a ferryman when I was steering a gondola the other day while wearing a different mask. It's kind of nice, so I think I'll keep at it for an hour or two a night. I thought it might be helpful if two people from opposite sides need to meet in person for a little while.

-Eleven
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I really don't see why we can't use phones like normal people.

(coming from someone with a world without the internet or cellphones so he means like...wall in phone phones. anyways diego's had a rough go of it in the past few days and anyone who might be listening well might hear the yelps of various wolves behind him.)

Anyways, as my family tends to make a name of itself, does the name Hargreeves ring any bells? Or even just a little asshole who goes by Five? (love you too little/big brother!!!)

Beyond that...I had a hard time even getting into this place because I kinda made...some friends on my way here and apparently not everyone likes them. I don't know why. They're good wolves! They haven't tried to hurt me or anything.

But I also have no idea what I'm going to do with five wolves here. Killing them is not an acceptable answer, if I wanted to do that, I would have. They haven't hurt anyone.
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[For some reason, the person making this post is wearing his mask already. Surely someone must have explained that this network is private? (They did.)

He's also not actually dressed to blend in with this place, still wearing his white cultivator robes.

Even with the half-mask on he looks quite elegant...in contrast with the deep scowl his mouth was set in.]


Are there clothes here that aren't so...tight? [Especially around the legs! What kind of clothes are these!!] And I would like to know why there's an entire district of this place dedicated to necromancy? Isn't that sort of thing dangerous!?

[He sounds mad. Partly that's because he's concerned and that automatically means he defaults to being mad. But it's also partly because he woke up in the necromancer's district to people poking and prodding at him and he didn't like that at all.

Either way, those things combined just make him more mad.]
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[Guangyao is a cautious man - and for good reason! He doesn't like revealing himself unless absolutely necessary and thus this network message is a bit...delayed. However he is smiling warmly as if all is well.]

I admit I had not thought to go on campaign again so soon! However the company has made the journey more than worthwhile. [He could be lying and he probably was; he has made a habit out of making just about anyone in his company feel special (even if he couldn't care less about them).] Please forgive my tardiness in introducing myself: I am Jin Guangyao, leader of the Lanling Jin.

[A role he covets and protects with his wits - and his insanity.]

Am I familiar to anyone? Even if I'm not, I am happy to assist where help is needed.
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I noticed several of you at my concert the other day.

[ Long, thoughtful pause. ]

I hope you enjoyed it. Do tell me if you have any feedback.

[ He meant to warn everyone of possible side effects and to get in touch with him if they need help, but once he started talking he changed his mind. Why invite trouble? If someone's suffering enough surely they'll put two and two together and seek him out, right?

So good talk, kids. You're on your own. ]


Well, good talk. Don't die out there. Or cost us money. Or else.
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[ A man with long dark hair, dressed in green silk robes, is lazily fanning himself and smiling, as he lounges by a campfire. He’s singing along with a group of children seated next to him:

Stitch by stitch,
The love of a witch
Will unravel

Dusk to dawn
Each morning to mourn
With blood and gravel


He lifts his hand, stopping them. ]


I think I’ve learned it now, I’ll teach you all a verse also, come listen.

[ He clears his throat, and in a formal style, speaks as if he were reciting before a large audience. As he does so, the man’s eyes drift away to something just out of view. ]

When mountain peaks wear away, when all the rivers run dry
When thunderstorms rumble in winter, and snow falls from the summer sky
When heaven and earth seal back together, only then will I dare to—


[ A hand abruptly darts out from off camera, obscuring the scene for a moment. When it draws away, the stone has been forcibly moved, revealing the face of another man. ]

That’s not why we’re here. We’ve found out a few things about Lord Arha. If the song these children have been singing is true, this ghost army isn’t trying to rescue anyone, it’s out for revenge.

[ The first man scoots back into the scene, sitting right next to and parking his chin on the second man’s shoulder. ]

Ah-Xu, the man was betrayed!

[ He clicks his tongue, shaking his head sadly.]

He went to rescue his lady, but she joined hands with her enemies instead. The whole army was slaughtered!

[ "Ah-Xu," with a slightly frozen smile, says through his teeth: ]

Keep it down.

[ The undead army is clearly changing its guard in the background. More softly, the first man says, leaning towards the stone: ]

I’ve met some people who say they know how to deal with ghosts. Kindly share your knowledge, I have a feeling we’re all going to need it.

[ Meanwhile, the children have started softly singing again:

Love, her love
Hatisse’s sweet dove
Arha fell last

Vowed to return
His lady to scorn
And spit on their past

With strike of sword
The love of a lord
Will unravel

Dawn to dusk
His memory a husk
Each year he will travel.



ooc: replies from Wen Kexing [personal profile] wenderer and/or Zhou Zishu [personal profile] fated_dance ]
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[ When you hear Five, it's not immediately clear if he's expecting actual input or if he just needed to vent, but he's done suffering in silence. Their demise is being plotted right in front of them, so obviously the time for making peace is over. ]

I'm starting to think no one has ever actually reached Taravast. Between the shapeshifting tar, the harpies, and the tyrannical ghosts, it's a goddamn circus. I didn't think it could turn into a bigger mess than what we left, but here we are. Being held hostage and everyone would still rather ignore it, or empathize with the dead. [ You want to join them? Be his guest. It's that kind of mood. ]

It's time to get your priorities in order. Aren't some of you supposed to be necromancers? What's the hold up, exactly?

[ That bear better not have eaten them, because that would be just his luck. Whatever they've been plotting, they haven't told him about it. They tried going into temple, and as far as he knows, they managed to put all of one soul to rest. It's maddening. ]

So here's what's happening. If you don't do something about them, I will. Either exorcise them now, or whatever it is you do, or I jump to the backup plan. We can't keep waiting around.
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Well, that was a lot of excitement for one night, wasn't it?

[Is he going to address any of the allegations that apparently it was him that went streaking through the camp pursued by a bear? Nope, not even a little.]

Really, though, someone ought to feed Master Wei better. That man is positively gaunt.
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Those dead people-- They talk a lot. Always the same talk. [From the sound of it, he finds said talk pretty tedious.] Restless dead. Arha won't shut up. I think his woman is being a-- [The sound cuts out as something that sounds like a paper wrapper is rustled loudly right by the stone] Pissed him off. Someone did. So they talk abo--

[A sudden pause, and then there are some quiet sounds, much like a piece of hard candy would make when pushed into a mouth and moved around by a tongue.]

...it's not sweet.

[This, in fact, is way more alarming news than whatever else he may have been about to tell.]

Why isn't it sweet? What is this useless place?! Why can't I taste?!

[That went from zero to a hundred on the barely interested to intense anger scale, and then the voice starts getting quieter, as if its owner has just up and walked away.]

Daozhang? Daozhang! I need you~ Where is-- Ah, right.

[With that, the voice becomes louder again, evidently having decided this thing might still be useful after all. Together with the stone, he also pick up on his long abandoned train of thought.]

Ah! Right, right, I forgot to say~! They want to kill you. Dunno why. Loooots of blah blah.

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