[PALACE GAME - LAN WANGJI RUN]

[laughitoff]

Everything is red. You are dying, somewhere far beyond pain, the very essence of yourself going to pieces. You’re shattering so badly you don’t know if you’ll ever find all of yourself again, if you’ll ever put yourself back together. There are teeth on you, ripping, tearing, devouring. There are teeth inside you, carving their way out, and those are worse.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

Everything is grey. You wake up in a prison cell, eyes wide, the ceiling flat and blank and unfamiliar above you. For a moment you simply think, no. You think, Please, wasn’t it over? Wasn’t it enough? You consider closing your eyes again and refusing to get up, until oblivion reclaims you. Even if you’re no longer dying, everything hurts.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

What is happening, then?

You–

–sit up.

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[strikingchords]

[oh I thought you said "comes to life" like "has a body again" not "becomes a reanimated skeleton"




(WAS THE CAGE ACTUALLY RAT SIZED? COULD HE PUT IT IN THERE INSTEAD OF CHENQING OR WOULD IT JUST SLIP OUT THROUGH THE BARS)

(shit if it started to erode his control of his powers that would be bad though but we're just RUNNING THROUGH PLAUSIBILITY HERE)]

[laughitoff]

[It can feasibly be locked in the cage.]

[strikingchords]

[all right he's going to try that (REMOVING CHENQING BUT LEAVING IT IN HIS CIRCLE FIRST) to try to give himself some time,,,,,

CAREFULLY WATCHES IT TO SEE IF THE BONES ARE GOING TO START TO ROT AGAIN INSTANTLY OR SOMETHING AAAA]

[laughitoff]

[The rat runs in frantic circles around the inside of the cage. The cage seems to be fine.]

[strikingchords]

[TO THE RAT]

One moment.

I apologize.

[he's going to grab another piece of paper for this yeah

"How can Wei Ying's fears be calmed?"

trying to get the answer to that puts him back at Orthodoxy 3x so he needs to start destroying shit soon, probably]

[laughitoff]

[How can Wei Ying's fears be calmed?
Time, familiarity, reassurance.

Sometimes they cannot be calmed.]

[strikingchords]

[it's not that that's unfair, but.




sighs, shifts to a very tiny dragon indeed, and slips inside the cage through the bars :(a]

[laughitoff]

[OH NO!]

[strikingchords]

[he's not much shorter than the rat but thinner and more noodley than even a skeleton.

does it register his presence at all, because if it does he's going to try to touch its nose with his nose :(]

[laughitoff]

[It doesn't register him, but he can sort of...boop it as it goes by and get another anxiety rush...]

[strikingchords]

[he's going to try to herd it into a corner and wrap it up a little :(

he doesn't have any real expectation that this will work better than holding it in his hand did, but being a little dragon always distracted or reassured Wei Wuxian from his fears best, so he has to at least try

this is the LITTLEST he's ever BEEN it's very tragic]

[laughitoff]

[It struggles and struggles and struggles and struggles and struggles...

It seems to be faltering a bit, the anxiety pounding in his tiny dragon heart lessening.]

[strikingchords]

[oh no oh no?!

attempts THE TINEST POSSIBLE PURRING ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;]

[laughitoff]

[He actually can't get it calmed down fully no matter how hard his tiny noodle body tries, but he can get it from AAAAAAAAAA to AAAAAAAAAA, highkey vibrating in place instead of running around madly.]

[strikingchords]

[THIS SEEMS SO UNFORTUNATE. nuzzles it sadly, his tiny purr a rumble against its bones. :(

if he pulls back at all, does it start panicking again?]

[laughitoff]

[Not immediately, at least? It crouches in place and vibrates.]

[strikingchords]

[goes peep at it with deep concern and bonks their noses gently together again before slipping out of the cage; he needs to think of a way to give it some reassurance that it won't chew through and doesn't require him to be right in there cuddling it...

he'll start by hopping back over to the bed and testing whether touching the foods (including the.... questionable ones) has any effects]

[laughitoff]

[The milkshake feels like affection.

The pale booze tea feels like craving; addiction.

The appetizing meal feels like friendship and a little bit like security.

The raw meat feels like guilt.

The eyeballs -- a bright unnatural blue -- feel like grief.]

[strikingchords]

[HMMMM.

he won't go all in on "feed the rat" till he tests that too, so he'll grab a bite sized piece and ferry it back through the bars, offering it to the rat with a sympathetic mrrrp noise :( he'll even take a tiny encouraging nibble himself if the rat hesitates...]

[laughitoff]

[A tiny bite sized piece of what?]

[strikingchords]

[I WAS TRYING TO EDIT NOOOOOO

the appetizing meal!]

[laughitoff]

[It nibbles it, but like.

It has no stomach.]

[strikingchords]

[mmmh. nuzzles the rat encouragingly.

at least one interpretation of "imagine the ideal" that suggests itself here is "try to GIVE the rat a stomach" but that SUPER isn't how cultivation interacts with the dead, even if he can tell that "Orthodoxy" isn't really the same thing,,,

he'll try giving it a little spiritual energy as they cuddle and he thinks about it, to see how it accepts that]

[laughitoff]

[It just kind of...eats it too? That reaction was a bit like a yao's or a ghost's; the way they suck down yang energy...

It gets a little bit bigger.]

[strikingchords]

[IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE BIGGER.

he'll give it a last purring headbutt for now and ferry the bite back to the plate; no point wasting it

by the way. is the fur on the blankets rat fur, perchance?]