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@jiang cheng

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[from here]


Ah... no, he did not. It seems I'm the only disciple. [for now, anyway.]

[zidianing]

[that's a relief. the little idiot would get himself hurt here anyway]

Thank you. Have you checked in with Hanguang Jun yet?

@riku

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Stone throwing? Huh. I must admit, I haven't done that in a long while.

I'm well-versed at hand-to-hand, swordfighting, archery, and have magical abilities as well.

[shadowsthedawn]

Me either. It would be fun to do. Makes me wonder if this place has a beach somewhere.

Same here with hand-to-hand and swordfighting. Although I fight with my Keyblade, not a sword. But it looks and works similarly. What kind of magical abilities?

@miu

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Oh! That is the title he is known for back in our homeworld.

Yes, they are actually quite important. Our forehead ribbons mean "to regulate oneself," and as such, very few are permitted by the owner to touch it, unless they are either family or cultivation partners. The founder of the Gusu Lan Sect had said: one can only let go of all regulations when they are with the one they love and cherish.

It is a special, personal and somewhat sensitive subject, but... one cannot easily give another permission to touch it, one cannot take it off as they please, and one absolutely cannot tie it on someone else.

[blackwaterchild]

[Huh.

Weird.

Chastity Headband is definitely a new one.]

So strict! No matter Lan Xichen seemed so

like that.

He's got that aura, you know?

He was telling me a little about cultivation and golden cores and all. It's really different from how things are done where I'm from. Your guys' way all sounds like magic to me.

@lan wangji (voice → action)

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Okay, I will be here.

[which is fine, sizhui doesn't mind waiting as long it takes, especially since he's found a bench to sit on. the moment he spots his adoptive father, however, he's immediately back on his feet, one hand lifted and waving in greeting.] Hanguang-jun!

[billowing]

[ He makes his way over, and though he usually isn't terribly physically affectionate, he hasn't seen Sizhui in a few months. And so, he does do his general greeting, which is just to come over and acknowledge him with: ]

Sizhui.

[ But then, with little other warning, he pulls his son into an embrace.

He's really missed him. ]

@shuusei

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Perhaps not, but as you said: there's no harm in trying! Somewhere away from all the people, though.

Do you know anywhere like that? I'd hate to accidentally hurt someone with our experimenting.

[hedonistic]

yeah ive got a couple

[Aizawa sent him a handy-dandy list, which he forwards now.]

uh...whenever you've got time i guess???

[How does....scheduling things work. He's never been able to do it before.]

@wei wuxian

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Well, yes, but your username is certainly more shameless.

Of course I will! He hasn't disclosed the location yet, but considering he's on his way to meet me, I imagine he will either tell me or we will go there after our shopping.

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[sadflutenoises]

See that he does or he'll have me to answer to!

[Why are emotions so hard...]

It's been a while. Look, there's no easy way to ask, but do you remember any of what happened in Wonderland? Or, rather, what's the last thing you remember, before coming here?

@lan xichen

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Ah, hello, Zewu-jun! You needn't apologize, it seems quite a few of us are here. I'm glad to hear from you, too.

Aside from being a little overwhelmed by... everything, yes, I am. Are you?

[equivocations]

Yes, it seems so. At the very least, we will have the comfort of familiar faces.

Overwhelmed by everything is a very good way to put it, but yes, I am all right as well. Forgive me for asking so many questions of you, but - do you have a place to stay? The lodgings available have come stocked with food, but the kitchens are quite different from what we're used to.

[ He's trying not to fuss over him, because he knows Wangji will provide anything Sizhui could need, but he worries all the same. ]

@adam

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Wonderful! Perhaps you might like to try gardening together sometime?

Mysteries and fantasies are both very good choices. I enjoy both myself, but cannot pass up on a fun action-filled story, either.

[forleaving]

Sure. That sounds like it would be nice.

Actions and adventures are good, too. Sometimes that's the best part of a fantasy story.

voice | during feral week

[famili]

( does she even know he's her nephew? probabilities by now lean toward yes, but who knows. she's calling regardless, since while the phone is small, it does respond to voice commands, and this way jiang yanli, large purple dragon trying to politely not be.

... large.

... it's a blessing she can contort as much as she can. )

Sizhui-gongzi? This is Jiang Yanli. How are you handling things? Are you feeling alright?

( she's seen how hard it's been for various people she cares about, and doesn't know if Lan Sizhui has had a harder or easier time of things, and it worries her. he's one of the youngest of them here.

(it doesn't escape her that she's one of the other youngest. she certainly does not feel that way.) )

voice;

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[if someone hasn't already told her, that needs to be remedied, even if sizhui's the one that has to do it. luckily for him, he's mostly unchanged, aside from the large white rabbit ears and horns that have appeared atop his head, both of which have taken some adjusting.

so, unsurprisingly, there's the softest aggrieved sound on his end of the phone, a sigh and ‘ouch!’ before he finally answers,]

Ah, greetings, miss Yanli. I don't quite feel entirely like myself and my new...appendages...have taken some getting used to, but other than that, things seem to be alright for the moment. [another indignant-sounding huff and then he continues with,] How are you doing, though?

[since, of course, the youngest ones have to look out for each other and all, too!]

sometime after the feral event ig??? time is a social construct

[yarinaosu]

[ Finding Shun in the alleyways of Sumarlok isn't strange. He's been trying to establish himself in the city's underground. Every place had a dark side to it and this planet was no exception. It makes him wonder, honestly, if things on The Origin hadn't turned out the way they did... Would he have made his way right back to a life of crime on Thea? It's possible.

Of course, he wasn't forced to go there like here. He wasn't told to 'play nice' if he didn't want to in order to give back to a deity who couldn't give a shit less about them. He was skeptical to begin with but now that Malachite had reared their hideous head, he's happy to slither along the city's underbelly.

But perhaps his time on the Origin had changed him. Whereas he'd have seen Sizhui as nothing but a target back on earth, now? Something tugs strangely at his heartstrings as he watches the hopelessly lost man try to navigate his way through this district.
He's lucky that it's Shun who he asks for directions and not one of his fellow fledgling gang members. They'd eat him alive. ]

Get turned around? Can't blame you, everything here looks the fucking same to me too.

you're gottdang right it is and it works perfectly for me

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[the city's underbelly is the exact opposite of where sizhui wants (or ever really needs) to be, but despite his wrong turn somewhere, he's found the area... interesting, to put it lightly? despite the more unsavory characters, all the neon has been rather fascinating— oh, and there was a nice little ramen place he'd passed by on his way shun's direction.

let's be real here though, even if he looks as harmless as a lost puppy-dog, someone actually bold enough to try anything with him would find themselves regretting their life choices pretty quickly.

sizhui's been doing his best in an unfortunate situation, finding himself quite lucky that a lot of his friends and family were also brought here for whatever reason. to help, he would assume, but it's still odd there are so many cultivators in a place not their homeworld. a soft, almost sheepish-sounding laugh escapes then he nods in affirmation.] That's exactly what happened.

Then I stumbled onto the subway and decided, ‘Well, let's see where it takes me,’ which definitely wasn't where I needed to be.

voice; during feral week

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[ It takes him a little while to get the hang of audio controls for this device, but when he does, the first one he contacts is Sizhui. One, to make sure his nephew is still himself and has not come to any harm during this - and two, because he had, unfortunately, made rather a mess of the living room in his apartment in the last few hours, trying to fit his dragon self into it. ]

Sizhui, are you all right?

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[luckily for them both, sizhui just responds with a voice message too, even though his changes aren't nearly as severe as his uncle's. (or a few others, for that matter!) there is the quietest huff like he's frustrated with something, but it hardly matters and once he's sure his voice is steadied,]

Zewu-jun? Ah, yes, I... I'm fine. [a beat] Or as fine as I can be? Are you okay, though?

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[jinlingers]

[ He heard about him being here but he hasn't reached out. He should have. ]

Lan Sizhui...

[ What is he supposed to say? How does one friend again? ]

How come you haven't greeted me yet!

[ He doesn't actually blame him. ]

I should have come to see you...

[ But he hadn't but maybe they could meet. ]

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[sizhui, on the other hand, hasn't had a single clue about any fellow juniors! too distracted with so many new things to explore and very likely plant babies.]

Ah, Jin Ling! When did you get here?

Had I known, I would have greeted you sooner, but I...didn't... [he genuinely had no idea and it's not like noctium has given him mindreading powers. (unfortunately, because that would be something interesting!)]

You should have! I'm not upset, you could come and visit whenever you like.

[uhm, well.] Perhaps a message isn't the worst idea, that way we can make sure neither of us is otherwise engaged, but I am currently free.

action; (beach time with s'mores)

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Honestly now, who would've thought something as simple as a treat could get them both so excited? Food really can win people over in the best ways, it seems, and surely neither of them are an exception in this case.

(It's seriously just a bunch of sugary things mashed together into a messy stack, how could it be bad?)

After sending Zhuque one final message about where to meet him beachside, he locates a smaller fire for them both, lays out all the ingredients they'll need for their desserts – chocolate bars, graham crackers, marshmallows, placed in that order – then sets about finding someone with that glowing paint he'd seen earlier...

Whenever he returns, it's with the whole upper-half of his left arm decked out in flowers and butterflies. Thankfully, nobody's stolen his stuff, which Sizhui perches beside during his wait for Zhuque, another few colorful jars in hand. While sitting near the flames, he paints; pretty neon pink and white blooms decorating his forehead that he's able to achieve by carefully watching his reflection in the tiny hand-mirror he'd procured ages ago. They aren't perfect, but that's okay, Sizhui's never considered himself a painter in any sense; he's far more musically inclined, after all, whereas artwork would be a casual hobby.

Nevertheless, he looks great, will even be extra adorable once the white ‘freckles’ are added to top his look off. And somehow, he's managed to not eat the whole bag of marshmallows while meticulously working. It's not as if they'll need them all anyway, they'd have to obtain an entire box of crackers and chocolate bars for that, and Sizhui has a feeling one (or maybe two) will be plenty.

[vermillionspirit]

Zhu Que makes his way to the location that Sizhui sends him, drinks in hand that he promised the other. He hasn't flown in a while and wonders if he would have enough manna to surprise Sizhui with a moonlight flight. Perhaps later in the evening, if the other is open to the idea. But the very idea of sweet drinks and sweeter desserts has Zhu Que feel warmth in his heart.

"A work of art," he greets as he sits down besides him.

Zhu Que leans and presses a kiss on a non-painted spot so as not to mess up his hard work. He'd gotten a black shirt that remains unbuttoned to cover up his torso a little. His hair is loosened completely, not in its usual half bun. The breeze is nice along the long locks.

"As promised: two coconut drinks."

action;

[bunnycore]

[So,

Noiz has no idea how to take care of his glitchy bunny like thing, but he also does not believe in things like animal cruelty. He'd decided to take it on a ... "walk", which meant carrying it out from his apartment, putting it on the grass, and hoping that it wouldn't run away.

Sizhui might recognize him if he happens to pass, although maybe not from behind since he is... wearing clothes...]

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[luckily for noiz, sizhui knows how to take care of bunnies!

unlucky for them both, perhaps, is that he's never, ever seen a rabbit look anything like what he's seeing while doing his daily travel. he pauses mid-step, attention immediately on the creature, eyebrows arched toward his hairline with a mixture of interest and confusion, even though there's a wide grin coming across his face either way.]

Ah, ah, what an interesting animal! [he pipes, strolling right on up and kneeling down, still keeping a respectable amount of distance between himself and the person's pet— wait, actually, now that he can see a little better...] Well then, hello there [a beat] again.

text; un: yomiko

[blackwaterchild]

[She's not sure Sizhui would remember her at all--they've spoke only briefly, but Miu's bored. The snow is deep and the wind is howling and she Does Not Like It.]

Haven't been buried under the snow yet, have you?

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[if sizhui digs deep within the recesses of his mind, he can recall talking to miu before; it's difficult to forget someone who knows zewu-jun, after all. (the fact she called him ‘cute’ will come later and oh yes, he remembers miu, no doubt—) the text is just unexpected, not unwanted!

besides, it gets the faintest smile out of him before he replies,] No, I haven't, and it seems safe to assume you aren't either.

[unless she is, in which case the egg is on his face and he'll get ready to come unbury her.]

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[vermillionspirit]

Good morning, danna. I am procuring breakfast from the bakery and am on my way home. I wish to ask you something - I have heard your fathers refer to you as a-Yuan. Is your name not Sizhui?

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And good morning to you too, xin'ai. Might I ask what you're bringing back or is that a surprise? [a brief pause between messages, as he hadn't been prepared to explain this so early, but:] ‘Sizhui’ is my courtesy name. My birth name is ‘Lan Yuan,’ which is why you have heard them call me it.

[should he reveal the Big Secret™ then? no, not now, but perhaps over breakfast, once they're face-to-face again.] Why do you ask?

[text] - (backdated to shortly after LWJ leaves)

[scaredofdogs]

[He feels the weight of the recent losses as heavily as if they were family from his own world. But they had all been together so long at this point that it was just as hard to wake up and see their names gone from the list...one right after the other...that he knew he had to reach out to those that were left. He knew how hard they would also be taking this.]

If you need anything...I am here for you. Always.

[He doesn't need the boy to respond. He simply wants him to know that he has a support. Not quite the father he knows, but still one that cares for him as deeply and would do anything to protect him. He just wishes he could do more to protect him from this kind of pain...]

choo choo, all aboard the feels train... 😭

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[the weight has surely settled on all who remain inside the family compound they've shared practically this whole time. sizhui's tried desperately to keep to routine; arising and heading to bed at proper times, moving throughout the house cleaning up, tending to things outside— but a lot of it seems for naught whenever he ends up back in his room, by himself, huddled beneath his blankets and crying most days. (he's trying to not be selfish, he really is, but it's so hard after everyone that's left . . . )

still, solidarity is why he rouses from his half-dozing state when his phone pings, one hand fumbling until he finds the device and brings it down so he can read.

at first, the smallest, most grossly selfish part of him wants to lower the screen and continue his pitiful, lonely wallowing, but the better part of him – the one that wins out, thank goodness! – says he needs to be there for his alternate universe father in kind.

so, after a long moment, there comes an answer:] I need to not be alone but I don't know if I can get out of bed yet.