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[Anduin stands, holding his pendant in his hand. His is a face that likely only a handful of those in the city will recognize -- and he is rather counting on that fact.

He smiles, looking somewhat tired and worn but aren't we all these days?]


Good evening, my friends. I apologize for bringing such trivial questions to you, however I fear that being one of the lucky few to newly arrive in the city, I do not share your history of knowledge.

[He is trying not to speechify. Unlike some people, Wrathion. Is it working? He will try harder.]

Of late there has been much discussion of justice, especially with regards to Bonaccorso and his niece and nephew. But what of the rest of the nobility? I have heard, for instance, there is a noblewoman who is rumored to have supplied weapons to the brotherhood as payment for Taravast's survival? Should such a person be held responsible for the consequences of her actions? Or, as with Macaluso, do we turn a blind eye to such acts themselves when taken for the greater good?

[Is he fishing for opinions on donna Rigarda? You bet he is. Is his innocent newbie act working for you? Look at these Big Blue Eyes...]
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[ Shen Qingqiu seems to be in a state, at least roughed up a little and restrained, the movement implies there is travel happening. ]

I am a little worried... Eleven and I have been detained and are on our way somewhere.... My guess is the destination is not good, and if you don't hear from us after this... well....

[ Where was an easy mode when you needed one! This wasn't fair! Give him a break! ]

Assume the worst I suppose.
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A question, what to do with a massive ammount of magical weapons that were supposedly intended for the undead and intercepted by agents of Macaluso.

Advice appreciated.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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( Pictured: young master Lan, blood-drenched and saddled by five exceptionally rotund and angry chickens in a gondola that drifts merrily along one of the canals.

At his feet: a swarm of coins, a corset dress, and... pastries. Beside him, fettered and muffled, is a seemingly rabid undead, who sometimes remembers to kick at the rope-bound oar convulsively and row them onwards in the dusky horizon.

It appears master Lan has forgotten the art of blinking. Possibly, until he croaks out sound, that of speech: )


The witches. ( A pause, spanning a lifetime. He seems... to drift asleep? No. No, he's startling himself awake again: ) Answered. ( What did they say, Wangji, don't fall aslee — ) ...inquiry.



( ooc: just after the the warehouse incident, where pocket Lan Zhan Wangji's box was submerged in alcohol during transport. He has 'captured' one of the warehouse dead and... useless loot. Content warning: drunk Lan Wangji. )

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Thanks to Lady Vannozza's largesse, I have managed to gain access to the hunting grounds owned by Don Bonaccorso. I extend the offer to any of our company who can be discreet and quiet— you can be smuggled inside. The grounds may offer up mysteries and there is game afoot that might be of potential use.

There are two others attending besides myself: Lily Evans and Wei Wuxian, who will be offering a blessing of fertility in the forest.

If you do join us, you will need to be ready to adapt a compromising position with your closest ally, should any outsiders to our company be present.



[ ooc: wen qing has managed to get access to the hunting grounds post-poisoning and will sneak in people who wish to help catch the owl, cause general mayhem while insisting they can be quiet and on their best behavior, and/or explore the place.

It's supposed to be an orgy, though. So uhhh... kiss your neighbor if/when someone else shows up.

Threadjack at will! ]
gladiokinesis: (diegosquarebox14)
[personal profile] gladiokinesis
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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[ Shen Qingqiu was glad in his 'event garb' and holding a fan that wasn't quite what he wanted, but beggars can't be choosers.

Still, despite everything being an aesthetic he wasn't that into, he managed to carry the aloof scholar image through it. Alas, it wasn't the best radical revolutionary impression he should be giving at the moment. But that was fine, this was for other concerns. ]


A quick question, before time goes by too much, is there anyone that... has a high amount of internal spiritual power, and... could theoretically push it through another? If you or anyone you know can do this, please respond.

[ He paused a moment as if another concern occurred to him. ]

A doctor or medical professional would also be appreciated.

No urgencies.

...

But more than a week will be an issue.
wooden_one: (angry | what kind of stupid question...)
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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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[personal profile] wenderer
[ 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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[personal profile] plentystrong
[ The visage greeting you looks bored and displeased, as well as a little worse for the wear. She appears to be in one of the tents, with ghost soldiers hovering close by. ]

Turns out, this Arha guy doesn't react too well to being told he's dead. And now he's just constantly barging in and demanding answers. It's a real drag in here.

[ There is a pause as her face turns pensive, as if she's pondering what to do next. She looks purposefully uninterested when she continues. ]

Sooo. Anybody got an idea what Arha's deal even is? Outside of being really annoying about his girlfriend, I mean.

(OOC: So this is what's going down here. Catra's having a grand old time.)

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