WAY WOOSHIN

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WEEK ONE: tuesday night, beach.

[conchy]

[The beach at night is secluded enough to keep their conversation from drifting along the wind into any prying ears, but then again, Lobelia's control of audiomancy is so fine as to let him isolate their conversation to this stretch of sand they've settled on.

With a cocktail in hand, there are a few bottles between them, Lobelia stretched out on a lounger while they discuss the finer things in... death.]

So what do you make of our predicament, monsieur Wuxian? I would think a nécromancien can stomach the sight of a corpse or two.

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian nurses an open bottle of the alcohol he's found that he likes the taste of the most (though it'll never compare to Emperor's Smile, nothing does). He holds the bottle to his lips, considering his answer. ]

Frustrating. I'd prefer if they simply killed the required number themselves, but it seems they're incapable of doing so.

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Incapable? Non, I doubt it's so simple.

[After all, they have the means to bring strangers from every corner of the universe — and perhaps even beyond it — to this remote stretch of sand. That takes an incredible amount of magic or some sort of highly advanced technology, Lobelia imagines.]

After all, they have the capacité to keep us fed, sheltered, and entertained. That alone may not seem like much, but they are certainly not as ill-equipped to do the job as they purport.

[diabolizes]

So they want a show?

[ He takes a long pull from his bottle, letting out a sigh when he draws it away from his lips. ]

Ridiculous.

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Bien sûr! And why wouldn't they? We can all appreciate a fine performance, but not everyone among us is fit to play the role.

[Lobelia has no interest in getting caught — how would he continue his work if he did? — but being brought to a place where murder is the goal is a novel experience. Shouldn't he capitalize on it?]

What will you do, monsieur Wuxian? Will you play along or observe from the crowd?

[diabolizes]

[ He gives Lobelia a meaningful look, wondering who he considers unfit here other than the normies. ]

I have no reason to kill anyone here.

[ He’s not committing to an answer. ]

And you?

[conchy]

Keh-haha! Such a noncommittal answer! There's no need to be shy, Wuxian.

[So, when given that noncommittal answer, he'll humor WWX and give him just the same in return. It's only fair.]

I will do what must be done in the pursuit of happiness, just as we all will.

[diabolizes]

So, you’ll kill if it makes you happy?

[ That’s what he got out of that answer. ]

Anyway, I don’t like being told what to do. If someone tells me to kill, why would I want to listen to them?

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Oui. If it makes me happy, why would I refrain?

[His needs are simple! There's really no need to question them.]

Do you not suspect our captors will force your hand if you don't comply?

[diabolizes]

[ Ah, exactly what he suspected. What a weird man you are, Lobelia. Not like Wei Wuxian is much better himself though.

Especially when that question earns a laugh from him. ]

I’d like to see those bastards try!

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[That earns a laugh in return.]

No doubt they will! It seems they've made a mistake in bringing you here, Wuxian! Haha!

[But surely not as big a mistake as bringing Lobelia here, but at least he might comply once he has a proper idea of what the "rules" in place are.]

[diabolizes]

Of course they have. It’s well-known back in my world that inviting trouble with me is a mistake.

[ He grins, the sort grin that invites trouble to find him so he can deal with it. ]

[conchy]

So you're known for being problématique? Haha! How delightful. I only wish I could say the same, but my happiness isn't one I can share with the world.

WEEK ONE: saturday, hammocks.

[diabolizes]

[ look at me following your format

It's late at night on Saturday, and after everything, Wei Wuxian has decided to settle on the hammocks for now. He's playing his flute, and while it's pretty, it's also rather haunting. ]

fancy ass

[conchy]

[What a lovely tune... Like a snake charmed from a basket, Lobelia is lured out of the cabana by that curiously haunting tune, settling onto a chair beside Wei Wuxian.]

Bonne soirée, Wuxian. Are you practicing for Merlin's funérailles?

are you calling yourself that or

[diabolizes]

[ He pulls his flute away from his lips to offer a glance over at Lobelia. ]

I doubt there will be any funeral services during our stay here.

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Oho... how sad for pauvre malheureux Merlin. He will be missed, no doubt!

[Lobelia studies the flute in silence for a moment.]

That mélodie... It's for raising the dead, I assume?

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian frowns a little bit, only because he's sure Lobelia doesn't give a shit about Merlin not getting a funeral. ]

Not specifically for raising them. I don't need to play specific songs. It's about the style of what I play.

[ The chaos of the melody, so to speak. ]

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The style... how curious!

[As something of an audiophile(understatement), Lobelia is naturally curious about such things. That melody loops inside his head, echoing over and over again in a manner so maddening that it wraps back around to calming him. Already, the gears have begun to turn.]

And the flûte? Surely it must have some special qualities that enhance or alter your playing skills. Such is the nature of an instrument!

[diabolizes]

It can withstand the resentful energy that I push through it. I crafted it while I developed my style of cultivation.

[ in other words, i don't know how he got Chenqing because he doesn't talk about his time with the corpses ]

[conchy]

How curieux! You're more skilled than I've given you credit for, Wuxian!

[Ah, but it's hard to focus on the words Wei Wuxian is speaking with that haunting melody looping through his mind... How did the tune go? A little something like this? Slotting his fingers into his mouth, Lobelia effortlessly reproduces the tune, but the delivery isn't quite the same. Something is a little off, but what?]

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian listens, mildly impressed. ]

Not bad. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that the inventor of audiomancy also has perfect pitch.

[ Though there's clearly something off about it. Wei Wuxian knows it, but he refuses to say. He won't give Lobelia that insight unless he asks. ]

[conchy]

Non, you shouldn't be! I pride myself in my peerless control over sound, but I needn't remind you of that! Haha!

[Still... be that as it may, his imitation wasn't exactly flawless, so naturally, he's curious as to why.]

But something about my impression wasn't quite exacte. Oh dear... I wonder where I've gone wrong? Maybe I need more practice?

[diabolizes]

[ Possibly. Or he needs to properly capture the sound of resentful energy along with it. ]

My playing is just better than you could ever do. That's all.

[conchy]

Heh-ahaha! So arrogant!

[But when Wei Wuxian can actually live up to his claims of grandeur, Lobelia can only appreciate his bragging and boasting. u right, boo, u right.]

I'll have to keep practicing in the hopes that I can one day meet you at your level! If that's truly the only problème, that is...

[...But that said, he doubts it is. There's some secret up Wei Wuxian's sleeve that he doesn't want to reveal, isn't there?]