[The last thing Xiao Xingchen expects to feel is anything. The last thing Xiao Xingchen wants to feel is anything. And yet he's here, wherever here actually is, and newly in possession of a communication device. That triggers something in the back of his mind, like it's familiar, but does nothing to allay his feelings of hopelessness.
So there, in the middle of the street, a man with a cloth covering his eyes lifts a hand to the left side of his neck, as if remembering something.
But it's at this moment that someone bumps into him, sneaky hands deftly plucking Xingchen's coin purse from his robes under guise of an apology and concern for the man's well-being. Once upon a time, Xingchen would be able to reach out and grab the culprit in the act, but now he doesn't even react. The thief slips away and Xingchen lets him.]
Just take it. Take it all.
2. blood rain
[Xingchen knows he should get out of the rain for his health, but he wonders if that really matters if he's dead. A ghost? Can ghosts fall ill? He's never really considered that angle.
But when the rain turns...different, a sickly scent of blood accompanying it, he decides to make an effort to get out of it. He listens as well as he can for where others are gathering to get out of the rain, but reaches out with a hand to make sure he doesn't run into anything else.]
Forgive me, I cannot see.
[As evidenced by his covered eyes, of course, but he explains regardless.]
Is there anywhere one can shelter until the weather clears up?
xiao xingchen | mo dao zu shi
1. the bazaar
[The last thing Xiao Xingchen expects to feel is anything. The last thing Xiao Xingchen wants to feel is anything. And yet he's here, wherever here actually is, and newly in possession of a communication device. That triggers something in the back of his mind, like it's familiar, but does nothing to allay his feelings of hopelessness.
So there, in the middle of the street, a man with a cloth covering his eyes lifts a hand to the left side of his neck, as if remembering something.
But it's at this moment that someone bumps into him, sneaky hands deftly plucking Xingchen's coin purse from his robes under guise of an apology and concern for the man's well-being. Once upon a time, Xingchen would be able to reach out and grab the culprit in the act, but now he doesn't even react. The thief slips away and Xingchen lets him.]
Just take it. Take it all.
2. blood rain
[Xingchen knows he should get out of the rain for his health, but he wonders if that really matters if he's dead. A ghost? Can ghosts fall ill? He's never really considered that angle.
But when the rain turns...different, a sickly scent of blood accompanying it, he decides to make an effort to get out of it. He listens as well as he can for where others are gathering to get out of the rain, but reaches out with a hand to make sure he doesn't run into anything else.]
Forgive me, I cannot see.
[As evidenced by his covered eyes, of course, but he explains regardless.]
Is there anywhere one can shelter until the weather clears up?
3. wildcard
[sup fellas hit a sad dead boy up]