[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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[laughitoff]

what IS your POINT

[strikingchords]

You do not deserve to represent the Burial Mound here.

You say Wei Ying gave himself to you. Yet, instead. He came close to death and found what it did not make impossible.

You can't keep up.

[laughitoff]

[It lunges out of the pool, a tangle of hands and jaws, and smashes against the barrier in front of Lan Wangji's face.

The barrier shakes, but holds.]

[strikingchords]

[stares it down, eyes glowing gold a little in the red-tinted dark, feral and uncompromising and so cold and still that it's a threat in and of itself...]

Your thinking is limited. Neither scope nor self-regulation.

You are old enough to do better.

[laughitoff]

WE

are

GHOSTS

[strikingchords]

Everyone dies.

What is your excuse?

[laughitoff]

WE NEED NONE

[It rams into the barrier again.]

[strikingchords]

[considers this, lifts his hand, and

uses Heresy on his curse mark.

There are many different kinds of curses! The general idea is that you manifest some kind of harmful effect on someone you can direct personal resentment against -- if you're an evil spirit of some kind, the stain of your dark energy may rub off and leave a generic curse mark on someone just from coming close to you.

{...}

Like any grudge, a curse perpetuates a bond between the victim and curse-layer. Ghosts and other evil spirits, driven by their hungers more than rational thought, are attracted to the familiar resentful energy of their grudge if it's close by, and will track their curse victims until the mark is removed. For more sophisticated curses, the link remains such that the easiest way for experts to try to help the victim is to rebound part of the curse on the caster, manifesting traces on the caster's body or spirit instead.

right now he's envisioning, with razor focus, using Heresy twice more: first to follow the path of the curse back and just SLUG THE GHOSTS IN THE METAPHORICAL FACE WITH THE DESTRUCTIVE ENERGY, like a ringing slap of rebuke or a discipline ruler. pay attention

second to try to crumble the connection of the curse between them directly, which would theoretically, if successful, rebound the curse on the curse-layer]

[laughitoff]

[This should not be possible, but he is in the heart of someone who was raised to achieve the impossible.

The first use blows the ghosts apart. It's so strong -- perhaps so unexpectedly so -- that he can tell that he has not exorcised or suppressed, but eliminated. The pool boils away. A world-splitting, blood-curdling shriek comes out of the Burial Mounds, as the pool collapses in on itself.

The shriek continues, as the curse is wrenched free of his hand and flung through the channel of connection like an arrow. It shouldn't work. It shouldn't work, when the monster is so strong, so disparate -- and yet, he feels it drive home, and wink out.

The shriek is cut off by an explosion from outside.

Backlash hits him, enough to rattle him and his core badly and make his nose and the corners of his eyes bleed -- but he can tell he has narrowly skirted a qi deviation.]

[strikingchords]

[what the fuck

HE WAS NOT ACTUALLY TRYING TO ELIMINATE ANYTHING BUT LIKE, THIS WAS ALL JUST A MISHMASH OF GHOST PIECES SO I GUESS SOMETIMES YOU PUNCH A FOX SO HARD A HOLE OPENS UP

doubles over, feeling his meridians scream with the uneven flow of his core, hand coming up to try to stifle the need to spit enough bad blood back up to start refilling the pool. he can't sense anything or react over the ringing in his ears for a moment. fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK]

[laughitoff]

[EVERYONE IS HAVING A VERY BAD TIME RIGHT NOW.]

[strikingchords]

[he does end up coughing a little and then has to wipe his mouth on his sleeve because he used up his handkerchief. stays like that for a couple more minutes, breathing in rasps. I cannot imagine what the anxiety rat thinks about this.




eventually he'll look for where the curse mark on his hand was]

[laughitoff]

[The skin is clean and unmarked, though reddened like it's irritated.

The pool is now just a pile of rubble, though the barrier has stayed up.]

[strikingchords]

[it shouldn't be. that pool was the final resting place of the Wens. he remembers seeing them thrown there; Wei Wuxian doesn't have that memory, but Lan Wangji himself doesn't like the idea of their sad remains dry and twisted on the ground instead of given the dignity of sinking out of sight.

he's not thinking super clearly, so he'll lean forward to touch the edge and try to use Orthodoxy to restore it to something more like a pool than a pile, albeit shooting for "water" this time; Wei Wuxian likes having water in his room]

[laughitoff]

[He makes a pool, though nothing so big and deep as the blood pool, more like a viewing-pool for a courtyard. The water inside is unbloodied.]

[strikingchords]

[cool. he's going to go... back to the cage with the rat.

how are you doing in there, buddy]

[laughitoff]

[v i b r a t e

It doesn't seem to have been damaged by all that noise just now.]

[strikingchords]

[oh good.

he's going to take it out of the cage, gather it up in his hands and use his second Orthodoxy to just... ask for it to please be in better shape, please

the thought he is trying to go for is "it's fine if you're scared and even if some fears don't go away but I want you to be in some kind of shape to receive comfort" rather than specifically trying to define how Wei Wuxian's internal landscape wants to interpret that]

[laughitoff]

[It transforms into a tiny baby white bunny that fits in Lan Wangji's hand?

It's still vibrating, as bunnies are wont to do.]

[strikingchords]

[what the fuck




STARES AT IT DUMBFOUNDED]

[laughitoff]

[Behold the new face of anxiety.]

[strikingchords]

[I mean let me be clear, Lan Wangji would have already died for this shivery creature even when it was a skeletal rat






pets it so carefully with a fingertip]

You are safe here.

[laughitoff]

[There's tiny animal shivers and a rapid heartbeat under his fingertip.

Petting...does seem to get through better to something that can feel it, though, eventually...?]

[strikingchords]

[he's going to carry it over to the bed and sit on the bed and feed it greens from the nice meal D8]

[laughitoff]

[It nibbles and nibbles and nibbles.

It really does not stop being anxious, but the shrieking jolt he was getting has dimmed to something at least bearable; Sunday Scaries instead of a full panic attack.]