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wit beyond measure is
WHO: Hermione Granger & you
WHEN: The Drought / Ke-Waicai plot
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHAT: Multiple threads
WARNINGS: TBD
NOTE: this log is open for all to interract with, whether we have plans or not. Each starter is open to one character unless specified otherwise; I'd ask to please respect this so I don'tbite off more than I can chew lose track of continuity.
If the starters below don't fit, PM/plurk/discord me and we can whip up some wildcard!
WHEN: The Drought / Ke-Waicai plot
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHAT: Multiple threads
WARNINGS: TBD
NOTE: this log is open for all to interract with, whether we have plans or not. Each starter is open to one character unless specified otherwise; I'd ask to please respect this so I don't
If the starters below don't fit, PM/plurk/discord me and we can whip up some wildcard!
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As if he should be gently subtracted from this conversation, a victim of the intimacy between two feminine accomplices who have proven more prone in the past to flay him than confide in him. He is, perhaps, not unnaturally apprehensive.
Skittish, some might say.
Given to a strategic step back, which, pending confrontation, he would rush to defend as the organic answer to a breeze. Rubble, rolling, beats the drum of his surrender. )
Send her word. ( Consider haste in the matter. )
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[She at least has the bonus of her bag hiding the skulls. Unless someone knew exactly how it worked, and what exactly to think of when rummaging through it, nobody will know. How would they know?]
But - thank you. Why the river?
[Since he's a cultivator too, right? If he suggested the river, as opposed to the forest or the village, there must be a reason. And Hermione might as well make efforts to bury the skulls properly and safely, or else this will all prove to be just a quest for personal, petty revenge against an arrogant merchant.]
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Still water remembers. Thoughts loiter. Bodies sink. ( In Sa-Hareth, a lake hosted a body whole. ) Running water marks renewal.
( It reeks of superstition, but there is an aftertaste of rota learning whenever he opens his mouth to speak the truths of the sect. At the end of a bloodied day, his certainty might be betrayed by details: too often, running waters flood, cause death to men and animals, foster disaster. Lake waters give fish and feeding, and solace to animals afflicted by discomfort.
Yet in all things, reputations persist. )
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She drops the tension in her shoulders a little, and muses out loud,] We are meeting not far from the river, so we can change burial place.
[A beat.] I don't want to just toss them in the water and let the river carry them. There's no guarantee that that awful man won't find them in some way.
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Better, but he tastes her fear — knows, instinctively, that if she brokers objection now, it will not wilt like light, come sunset hour, after. That this man she dreads will fracture himself to lay claim to the skulls once more.
Breath leaves him, heavy. Measured. He does not say, You left him alive. There are truths that once stood as reproaches, that he cannot contort into different shapes. )
We may confront him. ( As thugs do, steel in hand. ) Champion our cause. Wei Ying is... persuasive.
( Terrifying in matters of haunting and the dead. )
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She wonders now if she endangered any of the living servants in the house, but - it's late to return. Isn't it? The deed done, now the consequences follow.]
He'd deserve it. [In other words, she'll show them the way if that is what they want, but.] I think, we'll put them to rest. Figure out the rest, after.
[She is still adamant about meeting Wen Qing - they made a deal. Just because Lan Wangji was there when she apparated - and on that note.] What brings you out?