WAY WOOSHIN

[conchy]

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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.

[conchy]

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. ]

[conchy]

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?]

[diabolizes]

[ There sure is! Or, well, there wouldn't be a point to revealing it if Lobelia isn't capable of harnessing resentful energy in the first place. ]

I believe in your ability to get close. We can't be good at everything, can we?

[conchy]

Ah, but I'm a genius of sound, Wuxian! Do you think I would settle for second best?

[He's not gonna damage that flute, but he is going to channel soundwaves through it to see if it sounds any different when the tune is coming directly from the instrument itself. Sorry he didn't ask permission first.]

[diabolizes]

[ He stares down at Chenqing as it starts to play, that haunting lilt to the melody present… but it’s still missing something. ]

Trying to see for yourself? I’m afraid it can’t be replicated unless you practice my form of cultivation.

[conchy]

Mm, so it's the humain element that gives the hymne its power, non? Necromancy runs contrary to my raison d'être, so I suppose there's no need for further practice.

[But he will keep the tune in mind in case there's some way in which he can capitalize on it.]

[diabolizes]

The human element is important, but cultivation is how you achieve it.

[ It's all about maximizing that resentful energy, baybee. ]

[conchy]

Cultivation is an interesting term! That suggests you're growing something, does it not?

[He's not asking to hear the trade secrets here, just confirmation of his hunch.]

[diabolizes]

Essentially. Taking magic from without and bringing it within, using methods of growth to develop it and eventually use it.

[ Lots of meditation, which he thinks Lobelia probably can't easily do, given his... everything. ]

cw gore ment lol

[conchy]

I see... So it's not a magic that stems primarily from oneself. You're something of a conduit, aren't you?

[Curious! It might be fun to pick Wei Wuxian apart and see what special properties his body holds. The splattered remains of his brain matter may hold a clue or two.]

lovely

[diabolizes]

Essentially, yes. I funnel that energy through myself and outwards.

[ Is it poisoning him? Oh, yes. ]

[conchy]

Oh my! That sounds quite dangereux.

[As opposed to channeling sound, which requires a conduit outside of his own body and a naturally occurring force of physics. It's clear they practice very different forms of magic.]

Out of sheer curiosity, what impact does that have on the body?

[diabolizes]

It doesn't have one.

[ At least, not one that Wei Wuxian is willing to admit to even himself. ]

It's dangerous only as long as you are unable to properly control it.

[conchy]

Heheh! That sounds like a lie, Wei Wuxian... But you're not a liar, are you?

[Should he dissect the man and find out for himself?]

[diabolizes]

[ He laughs. ]

No, not at all.

[ It's easier to be vague than to lie anyhow. ]

Have you considered that maybe I am just that great?