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awashlogs2019-03-08 04:07 pm
espritdecorpse) wrote in awashlogs2019-03-08 04:07 pm
Entry tags:
March catch-all
WHO: Wei Wuxian, Xie Lian, Pyra
WHERE: Various places in Chroma
WHEN: Sometime during thedragon scales event
WHAT: Bodyswapping and misunderstandings
WARNINGS: None!
[ Initially he dismissed the forty-ninth quest out of hand. He wouldn't readily exchange his body with somebody who didn't understand cultivational powers, especially demonic ones.
But the more he gets to thinking, the more it occurs to him that there is someone in particular whose body he'd like to inhabit. Thus he pulls on his hot pink winter jacket and heads out towards Bluo... ]
WHERE: Various places in Chroma
WHEN: Sometime during the
WHAT: Bodyswapping and misunderstandings
WARNINGS: None!
[ Initially he dismissed the forty-ninth quest out of hand. He wouldn't readily exchange his body with somebody who didn't understand cultivational powers, especially demonic ones.
But the more he gets to thinking, the more it occurs to him that there is someone in particular whose body he'd like to inhabit. Thus he pulls on his hot pink winter jacket and heads out towards Bluo... ]
for Xie Lian
Hey, hey, hey! Dearest w— I mean, didi, you're just the person I've been looking for!
[ He reaches out, to hook an arm around his "little brother's" shoulder.....and initiate the quest. ]
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[What a nice surprise! He offers the man a smile...but hesitates when he reaches out, shifting his bag away from--
....Suddenly he's not holding the bag anymore. Xie Lian blinks in confusion, hands gripping bony shoulder instead of lumpy cloth, looking down at him...self.]
What just-- [This isn't his voice either?? (guess who didn't read the quest post yet this month.)]
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...
Not only that, he has the strength to carry this absurdly huge bag of...whatever this is. It's insanely heavy, he can tell that much, but it's also easy to carry. ]
Hahaha, don't worry. It's temporary. A new quest, didn't you see?
[ He smiles up at his new(-ish) face. ]
Wow, I really am good-looking!
[ He is, he decides, in a soft sort of way. He'd glanced at his reflection in water, but never really paid too much attention; besides, it's different seeing yourself in person versus a mirror. He reaches up to pinch "his" face. Forgive him, he hasn't quite got the whole controlling this ridiculous strength thing down, just yet. ]
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Wuxian's reflexes are really much too slow for a god of war, and that pinch is probably hard enough to leave a bruise if you don't bother regulating your strength. He doesn't flinch, though he does automatically move to try to pry the man's hand off, looking (understandably) unhappy with the situation.]
....Wuxian, this is serious! You can't just go running around in my body, what if you hurt someone? Or yourself!
[Considering he's used to his own prodigious strength, he might not be using enough while stuck in someone else's body....this is tough.]
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Don't worry. I'll take good care of your body. It'll be fine.
[ He turns and chucks the brick at a nearby tree, interested to see if he can imbed it in the bark. Where the brick hits, the trunk explodes in a deafening boom and a flurry of splinters, and the tree comes crashing down, branches breaking and leaves going everywhere. It's a terrible noise for a few long seconds...
...and then, all is quiet. ]
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Xie Lian picks a few splinters out of his hair, quietly glad that neither of their bodies was impaled by flying branches or anything. Because that would be just his luck, wouldn't it?
Just Wuxian's luck, now that they've switched.]
I'm rather more worried for the rest of the town. [A pause.] And the possibility of you injuring yourself.
[Sure, he heals fast, but pain is pain! And unlike his body, that tree can't heal itself! He pinches the bridge of his nose, already feeling weirdly tired by the idea.]
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[ He's holding his arms up, turning them over and marveling at them, whilst studiously ignoring the tree carnage all around them. ]
This is great, this is amazing—ah, don't frown like that. It doesn't look right on my face!
[ He tries to pull Xie Lian's hand from the bridge of his nose, while chattering away. ]
How much weight can you lift? Have you ever tried to measure? I'll bet it's a lot! But your arms are so slender, how do you do it?
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I can lift a lot, no I haven't tried to measure it, I gained that strength as a martial god, could you please try to hold back just a bit! You're going to break someone!
[So saying, he's going to grab at his arm in a "stop that" sort of gesture. You've already bruised your own body! Stop!!]
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A martial god!
[ He grins. ]
You? My sweet didi? Ah, but this strength! What a puzzle! If you were a powerful cultivator, I might be able to understand it, but...
[ Wait a second. Wait. Wait wait wait. He's aware, just from residing in Xie Lian's body for this long, that there are not one but two curse marks, and one of them seals spiritual energy. However...
He lifts up his other hand, the one that Xie Lian isn't holding onto. He makes it glow gold with spiritual energy. ]
Where did this come from?
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Xie Lian's eyes widen at that glow, having...momentarily forgotten about that, in the chaos of the past minute or so...]
I...got that from Shen Qingqiu. There's only so much of it! [!!!] And why are you so weak? I'd thought a cultivator would have more muscle than-- [ah wait manners uh]
...Anyway, at least let me have my bag!
[While we're at it, did you know his pocket's full of poison scales? And a single different-colored one. Might wanna be careful with that.]
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Shen Qingqiu? You’re dual cultivating with him?
[ He twists his face into a frown. ]
Wife! We’re going to have to have a talk!
[ He’s joking, obviously, but ... does he feel a little jealous? Surely not! ]
I know he’s stronger than I am, and taller, and really good-looking [ what ] but really! Going behind my back like that, I’m really upset!
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Also giving up on grabbing his bag...he realizes deep down that he can't lift it like this, but he can't help pouting just a little - at both that and Wuxian's inappropriate suggestions.]
We're not really married, we've gone over this! And I haven't done anything strange with him, it was all in good faith!
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[ He giggles, bubbly and effervescent. ]
Don't be mad, didi, I'm just teasing. Call me... concerned. No good person does favors for others out of the blue, what does that man actually want from you, I wonder?
[ He's kidding about that, as well. No one knows better than he, Shen Qingqiu's tendency to throw himself into the middle of things and help out, no matter what. ]
You're so sweet-tempered, I just want to make sure nobody takes advantage of you!
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Wuxian, you're really...you're incorrigible! You shouldn't talk about your friends like that!
[Sadly he can't think of a comeback to the part about getting taken advantage of, considering how often he's let people walk over him in the past...Xie Lian folds his arms and keeps pouting.]
...If I'm so sweet-tempered, you're quite intent on testing the limits of that temper.
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You're right. I'm wrong. I'll stop teasing.
[ He hefts the bag up and down. He still can't quite get over how light it is. ]
I'll take this home for you, okay?
[ He's more than aware that Xie Lian can't do it himself, in his current condition. He turns to go.... ]
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Can I ask you a question?
[ The hand not holding the bag is stroking the bandages about his neck. ]
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--The sudden question does catch his attention, though.]
What is it?
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How... how long have you had these?
[ These, plural. These, he's touching his neck, so it ought to be clear what he's asking about. It's a relatively innocuous question, he thinks, and does give him some information as to the magnitude of the curse... and doesn't go into the "why" he was cursed, which is probably a question he'll be more reluctant to answer. ]
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About eight hundred years now. [A pause, as he reaches up to rub his own--Wuxian's neck. He might have had that short window of freedom before, but not having the curse on his body still feels odd.]
...It would be best if you didn't try to tamper with them too much.
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[ Eight years is a number he could fathom. Xie Lian looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years, after all. A curse placed in childhood, that would make sense. But he's sure that what his ears told him was, eight hundred years. Not only that, but the number was spoken almost off-handedly: a sincere answer to a question, without a hint of subterfuge or humor.
...
He still can't fathom what Xie Lian is getting at, therefore he will... ]
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[ ...joke about it. ]
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Well alright, the jokes aren't entirely unexpected, considering who he's talking to.]
Just try to be careful, alright? I don't mind if I get my body back in worse shape than it was, but don't hurt anyone else if you can help it! [Control! He's probably got a bruise or two already, just from this interaction.]
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I'll be careful. Have you ever tried to have this removed?
[ If he knows what hasn't worked, that's potentially useful information as well. ]
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You really shouldn't be trying yourself, either - I'm sure you felt the severity of it the last time you tried.
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[ That's baffling. Wouldn't anyone cursed like this want to have it taken away? ]
Why not? It seals your spiritual energy! You'd feel so much better without it!
[ At least one of these curse marks does. As for the other... he's still not quite sure. ]
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