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maskormenacelogs2020-02-11 07:15 am
ze_uwu_jun) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-02-11 07:15 am
Untamed/MDZS catch-all
WHO: The Untamed / MDZS cast and friends (enemies, etc)
WHERE: Anywhere, everywhere, including their assigned lodgings and around all towns
WHEN: February
WHAT: Catch-all because the emotions never end
WARNINGS: The Untamed / Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / Mo Dao Zu Shi spoilers; canon-typical violence; event-typical violence. Will add more if it becomes necessary
ooc: Go forth and do the things as they come.
WHERE: Anywhere, everywhere, including their assigned lodgings and around all towns
WHEN: February
WHAT: Catch-all because the emotions never end
WARNINGS: The Untamed / Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / Mo Dao Zu Shi spoilers; canon-typical violence; event-typical violence. Will add more if it becomes necessary
ooc: Go forth and do the things as they come.
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This was why Lan Wangji was out on the streets again - or, well, if flying around on his sword could really be called the streets. He had been careful to keep checking up on them - or have his brother check up on them - but he couldn't be in all places at once. He'd had to go and check on Wei Ying, and it had taken him a good hour to cool down after that, letting a cold shower wash over him and push the turmoil away. But that hour had cost him. As soon as he'd gone in search of Miu and Jingyi again they were no where to be found, and a quick message to either of them resulted in nothing.
It was hard not to fear the worst, after Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian. After Sizhui. So he hadn't wasted any more time launching into the sky to try to track them down.
The burst of a firework - the Lan Clan signal lighting the sky - drew his focus instantly. It was half way across the city, but he didn't care - he just leaned forward, flying as fast as he could go, Bichen whistling through the air.
He's too late. He spots them before he can get there: Miu standing on the back of an automized chariot, Jingyi reaching for her--
His heart lurches as the sword glare strikes out, as Miu falls to the ground. As what had been Jingyi a few seconds before scattered into motes of darkness.
He's there half a breath later, grabbing the collar of her shirt and pulling her in one sudden, smooth movement up off the ground and onto his sword. He wraps one arm around her waist to secure her tightly to his side, the other immediately summoning his guqin. It's too much contact, but he's too focused - his worry and his fear making his heart gallop even if it didn't show on his face. One handed, he strummed the instrument with enough force to send an entire wave of them blown backward, even the car nearly tipping over as he did so. Black motes shattered where the creatures had been.
Again, and again, the chord assassination technique ripped forward, destroying the waves of heartless as if they were glass. Only once they were gone did he stop - flying upwards to the roof above them, where no shadows lay. He let go of her as he stepped off the sword, turning to scan her quickly, his gaze sharp even if he otherwise appeared as stone.
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It’s a resigned thought, and it annoys her more than it scares her. She’s going to die in this weirdo world and she’s going to truly be alone because there’s no way her mother is waiting on the other side for her here. She has nothing and no one, and she will die as nothing and no one.
It doesn’t even scare her. It just makes her angry and she clutches the sword with a grim intent that god damn it she is not dying because she fell off of a car in this god forsaken town. She’s going to go down swinging, she’s going to—
Be abruptly picked up and hauled off. There’s a flash of white in her vision, the sound of the guqin strings that seems to vibrate through to her very soul and the familiar smell of sandalwood that immediately means safety. Oh. Okay. She doesn’t have to fight anymore, because— Because he’s here. Everything will be okay.
She feels cold and lets herself lean against him fully, one arm wrapping around his wais for cling to him, the other hugging Jingyi’s sword tightly to her. She doesn’t even realize how badly she’s shaking, doesn’t open her eyes until she feels him dislodging her from him.
Her eyes fly open and she looks up at him, trembling, her eyes wide. “Dad—“ She blurt sout, then pauses, then decides the slip-up doesn’t matter, doesn’t think about it. “Dad, Jingyi was— He—“ Miu looks over her shoulder and her knees feel weak, but she holds the sword tighter, the edges of it beginning to cut into her arms, but she hardly registers it. The slight sting keep her upright. Jingyi was there, and then he wasn’t.
Was it just her now that was really left of the juniors? Sizhui was still in the hospital as far as she knew, and she hadn’t really asked after Jin Ling, and Jingyi— Of all people, her?
She turns back to look at Wangji, eyes searching his face before she drops her gaze to the ground. She doesn’t know what to say, her voice hollow. “We... messed up.” Her gaze goes to his hands, half-expecting to see blood from the strings. “Are you... okay...?”
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There isn’t anything to correct. It’s something he’s already felt for a little while, even if he hadn’t one hundred percent acknowledge it. But it’s the role he slipped into, and it’s the role she’s clearly accepted. What more was there to say about it?
He’s not okay. Of course he’s not okay. But there’s a thread of relief in his expression as he glances over her. She’s alright.
He failed all of them, but not her. Not yet.
“Stay here.” Is what he says instead. No admonishment, no lecture. There was no point. She had learned the lesson of their recklessness in a far more painful way than he could ever have taught her.
He backs away, stepping on his sword again. One child is safe but he can’t abandon the other. He has to check, even if he already knows he is too late. Perhaps the other half can still be found...
But there’s nothing. The heartless are gone, and so is Lan Jingyi. The only thing that catches his eye is the fluttering pale blue of a headband, caught around the door mirror of the car, threatening to blow away. Carefully, he picks it up, folding it into his palm.
The grief has been a constant companion this week, and the guilt settles firmly alongside it. But he won’t make Miu wait further. He returns to the roof, more solemn than when he left.
“Home,” he instructs, standing on his sword and reaching towards her so she could climb on, too.
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She sits and quietly gets her limbs moving correctly to sheathe the sword at last and hold it to her, feeling—odd. She spends the time he’s gone—it seems to last forever and yet pass too quickly too—trying to figure it out.
‘Odd’ is the only way she can think to describe it. Off. She had seen so much death before, been ‘killed’ too often. She’d been the killer in her dreams, had felt the revulsion or the pleasure or anything else with it. But it had been easier then, when she could easily pull herself away from it, separate her feelings from their own.
What she’s killed hasn’t been human or beast. It hadn’t been Jingyi. That’s what she tells herself, but she curls her fingers around the sword and tries not to think of the look on Jingyi’s face as he fell or how she’d been so close and so useless. stupid. So stupid. Why has she agreed to this? Why hadn’t she tried harder to stop it?
When Wangji returns she scrambled to her feet with obvious relief. It’s not good news he brings with him, but she honestly hadn’t been expecting any or letting her get her hopes up. And while sword flying is still weird to her, she wordlessly climbs up and then clings to him again, pressing her face agains this chest. His grief washes over her in a wave and she shivers, remaining silent until they touch down again at.
“I’m sorry,” she finally murmured against his chest. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
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He doesn’t reassure her, doesn’t tell her that it isn’t her fault. He doesn’t know if that’s true or not, so he will not speak a lie.
Instead:
“Tell me what happened.”
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Beneath the serene exterior, she knows firsthand how deeply the well of their feelings truly runs, but in the surface she’ll appear calm and collected, ready to dutifully report. It’s easier that way.
“...Jingyi messaged me and said we should do something about those monster things.” Okay, ‘monster things’ was not very Lan-like vocabulary but she’s working with what she’s got, alright? “That... we should do a ‘night hunt’? That they’d hurt Jin Ling and Sizhui, so... Something like revenge, I guess.”
Miu pauses for a moment, feeling the guilt welling up in her throat again before she forces herself to continue. “...He... he didn’t know that I can’t.... really fight. But I went anyway, because I wanted to help.” She clutches at her bag and thinks against telling him the main reason wasn’t even so much a desire to help, but a desire to relieve her boredom and satisfy her curiosity. “But I can, um...”
It feels a little weird to suddenly bring up the ability now, but— “if I apply my spirit power the right way, I can slow time for a little bit. So I could slow those monsters down for a bit, and it helped. Jingyi was doing really good, but there... there were too many of them. And they realized my ability was making it easier for Jingyi so they targeted me, and... Jingyi and I were going to escape then. But... it was a mistake. I don’t know, it happened so fast...” Miu trails off, looking down at the ground at last, her brow furrowed. Even though she’s not looking at his face, though, she’s still maintaining enough contact with him to try and feel his reaction from there.
If he blames her—well. She deserved it, didn’t she?