晓星尘 ⭐ Xiao Xingchen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blindforlove) wrote2019-09-22 06:27 pm
blindforlove) wrote2019-09-22 06:27 pm
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Xiao Xingchen ⬤ Mo Dao Zu Shi
residential district ⬤ Level
moonblessing ⬤ Iris
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moonblessing ⬤ Iris
Text; after Sizhui gets xxc settled at Chez Lan
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[It takes a few tries, the voice-to-text not handling his words all too well lately. Every attempt to speak comes out a little mumbled and shaky if he's left to himself and his own thoughts for too long.
Speaking with other cultivators from the great sects also still feels so foreign after the years away from most of cultivator society. He was only involved with that world for a brief period of time, but his teacher had ensured that he understood the proper etiquette and decorum before leaving the mountain. Still, he feels like he doesn't belong-- almost like he has ever belonged anywhere.]
Please let me know what I can do to help.
[Without even the chance to night hunt around here, the sense of being out of place and helpless keeps growing stronger. He has to do something.]
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(( A second message follows after a short delay. ))
If you like, you can assist with the juniors' lessons.
(( It might good for them to have a teacher other than Lan Zhan all the time. ))
When you are ready, Xiao-daozhang.
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[He almost leaves it at that, but in the guest room on his own, his thoughts start to race even more. It's easier to ask this when not face-to-face with someone, regardless of what he can see or not.]
Forgive me for troubling you further. However, two young disciples identified me when they recognized Shuanghua. Do you know of any reason why they would know this?
[When he disappeared from cultivation society, he was sure he faded into obscurity and his fame disappeared along with it. It hadn't been too many years, but surely his impression wasn't that lasting...?]
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[ ooc: we can switch to action here or I can set something up for us shortly. ]
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[ooc: here is good!]
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Xiao-daozhang. It’s Lan Wangji, Lan Sizhui’s… father.
(( He takes a few more steps into the room, keeping a safe distance from Xiao Xingchen. Whatever he’s going through, Wangji doesn’t know him well enough to offer some physical comfort. Wangji wouldn’t know where to begin. ))
You asked how the Juniors knew Shuanghua. They have seen the sword before. In Yi City. Xue Yang wielded it while pretending to be Xiao-daozhang.
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Hanguang-jun. You and your son have done so much for me. I only hope that I can somehow properly repay your family for your generosity.
[But he straightens back up as he listens to Lan Wangji's words.]
Another young disciple told me how Xue Yang impersonated me, but how could... I would never let him --
[Just as one puzzle came together, he finds that it's part of a larger one, and he likes the image that it starts to form even less than the last one. But it could mean any other sort of things. He's too tired to even seriously consider the worst case scenario.]
-- um, why where junior disciples all the way out at such a distant town? I never encountered any other cultivators there.
[He is not going to mention that one cultivator he did meet there any more right now. He's tired of how much involvement that man has had in his life already. But while it'd be nice if cultivators started to care more for the people in isolated areas, it's quite sudden.]
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(( Wangji pauses, recalling how quickly things went awry when he casually mentioned facts that Wei Wuxian didn't already know to be truth. ))
Xiao-daozhang did not allow Xue Yang to impersonate you. You were already... gone.
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[Perhaps he's just too tired, or just in a state of resignation.
He lowers his head and doesn't speak for a long moment.]
Was it in Yi City? Where I died?
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Mm. It happened in Yi City.
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[His tone of voice is flat, without any energy at all, like anything else would be a surprise.]
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He takes a step backwards before the back of his legs hit the bed, which he sits himself down on before he can fall over. How much. Information can he take in at once?]
Then... were the junior disciples harmed? Did you see a young girl there, too?
[Them being around someone so powerful and dangerous, but it seems like they're unharmed. Of course, they might also be from another time.]
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(( Wangji exhales softly. So much of what happened in Yi city came to him second-hand from Wei Ying and Sizhui; he himself having been occupied with clearing out fierce corpses and fighting Xue Yang. ))
The spirit of a young girl aided us. She left with Song-daozhang.
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He knows he shouldn't lose his composure, but he sits hunched over, his head in his hand.
They lived together for so many years, but Xue Yang truly does feel nothing for anyone, does he? Putting more of the details together, he has to ask--]
So did Xue Yang escape when others arrived to help the juniors...?
[It's hard to imagine the man finally dying when he's already escaped death before.]
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(( And there isn't an ounce of regret in that single utterance. He heard details third-hand from Wei Ying and the junior disciples. It was enough for him to know Wei Wuxian thought the man deserved death. After hearing the details, he whole-heartedly agreed. While the cultivator's body eluded them, there was no doubt he'd been killed. ))
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If only A-Qing could be here too, so her only fate wasn't to suffer and die at his hands.]
... I suppose that all sorts of people have the chance to live again in this city.
[It doesn't matter how good they've tried to be or all the evil they've done. The Prismals make no distinction.]
Forgive me if this is a strange thing to ask, but... what should I do now? Do I really belong here?
[Someone like Xue Yang surely doesn't care what those matters, whether he knows about his fate or not. With Xiao Xingchen, he wonders if there's any place in any world left for him.]
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[He shouldn't forget all of what he's learned and dedicated himself to, just because of all these tribulations. Many have gone through worse without wavering. And is he not a daozhang?
It's just very, very difficult right now.
But if he keeps his focus, he'll be fine. Or rather, he can serve a purpose in this world.]
Thank you, Hanguang-jun. This is all... a lot to take in at once, but it's better that I know the truth of everything.
[Lies and misdirection have only made matters worse for him.]
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It is not easy, daozhang. Living with pain and grief.. can make you stronger. But, it is not weakness to grieve what was lost.
(( Surely, Xiao Xingchen believed his mysterious friend was a good person. For however long they'd spent together in Yi City and then here... He must be grieving the loss of that imaginary person. He must be blaming himself for being so naive as to be taken in by his nemesis. ))