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acrookedpath) wrote2020-09-02 08:36 am
acrookedpath) wrote2020-09-02 08:36 am
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The latest idea that struck Wei Wuxian mid-lunch: if he combined one of the theoretical energy talismans with a paper doll, would that allow him to search the grounds for resentful energy without having to blanket the whole inn with talismans?
It seems like a sound idea! It won't replace the planned night hunt with Lan Zhan -- nor would he want it to -- but if he succeeds, it will be a fun experiment.
First, though: combining a paper doll with a simpler talisman. Which brings us to Wei Wuxian at a table underneath the Observation Window, not an inch left uncovered by his notes, scribbling onto a tiny cutout with a ballpoint pen Bar gave him. (What an invention!) He completes the last character with a flourish and waves his hand over the doll; it springs to its "feet," and, grinning, he directs it toward the empty cup perched precariously on a corner of the table.
It seems like a sound idea! It won't replace the planned night hunt with Lan Zhan -- nor would he want it to -- but if he succeeds, it will be a fun experiment.
First, though: combining a paper doll with a simpler talisman. Which brings us to Wei Wuxian at a table underneath the Observation Window, not an inch left uncovered by his notes, scribbling onto a tiny cutout with a ballpoint pen Bar gave him. (What an invention!) He completes the last character with a flourish and waves his hand over the doll; it springs to its "feet," and, grinning, he directs it toward the empty cup perched precariously on a corner of the table.
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She notices his strain, and shakes her head. "Never mind. If you can slip past her, continue down this corridor and turn left again."
Life to Death; Death to a kind of Life.
She takes a deep breath attempts to channel the extensive non-resentful thanergy to Wei Wuxian to bolster him, following the methods of the Second to support their cavalier. A kind of pseudolife; a burst of energy. She hesitates, then puts a hand on his shoulder as an anchor.
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The thanergy shoots through him like ice water. Gasping from the shock, he clutches his hands tight in his lap as a shiver runs down his back. Resentful energy feels cold, but it has a solidity to it, the shape of an enraged spirit at its core. This is... nothing. It is an absence, a void, and yet he can still grab hold and channel it forward to the talisman. He feels ill. It feels wrong.
But it is a tool freely offered, and Wei Wuxian will not turn it down.
He swallows hard. Wisps of black smoke swirl upward from his hands, pallid and sickly. In Canaan House, the doll tiptoes forward, slipping behind the girl at the door, and continues on to turn left at the corridor's end.
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Sitting in front of the door cross-legged is another young woman, this one olive-skinned with short dark hair. She wears casual leather armor and blades strapped across her hips. There is a metal shackle in her lap, and she is looking up the hallway with keen dark eyes.
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Wei Wuxian lets the doll drift flat against the ground, the better to escape her searching gaze. The smoke curls further up his arms; his hands are trembling minutely.
(She is pouring energy into him. He wonders: how easy would it be to reach backward through the link she has forged and tug at the resentful energy of her heart, something warmer, something that is not so empty? As soon as he thinks it he shies away from the thought, horrified.
He will not let himself become so desperate. Ever.)
"That is not your room, is it? I don't know if I can..."
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He breathes: in. Out.
"Is it your cavalier?"
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"Can you go a little longer?"
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The smoke climbs up to his elbows. Higher.
"I can get inside. That is easy. But if she is guarding your door, I do not know if I can get out with the box."
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"But if you are unwell we must not go on."
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It would be safest to bring the entire doll back to the inn, rather than deactivate the talisman from such a distance and risk losing his sight or hearing for good. Swiftly, the doll retraces its steps, guided half by sight and half by Wei Wuxian pulling hard on his link to the talisman. It feels like an eternity with the Ninth's cold thanergy coursing through him.
But finally, the doll slips between the crack in the front door.
As it collapses, the talisman spent, so does Wei Wuxian, bracing himself on the table as he opens his eyes. The smoke unwinds from his arms and slips away.
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Nothing about her thanergy felt normal. But if she is worried about how resentful -- and now thanergetic, apparently -- energy looks as he gathers it to himself, Wei Wuxian can reassure her of that much, at least.
"I apologize, Ninth. That I could not go further."
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"You need not apologize. It was experimental from the beginning. I will just have to find out what the Sixth wants when I return."
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Carefully, he straightens up. He looks much too pale, and he's shivering, slightly, as if he caught a chill. But -- as he has always done -- Wei Wuxian smiles.
"And I hope the Sixth does not cause you trouble. I should -- rest. I think."
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"Until we meet again, Ninth."
He's going to haul his notes upstairs, ask a waitrat if they might bring some soup and tea to his door, and huddle under a warm blanket for a few hours. Hopefully that will be enough to shake the sudden cold.
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Neither does she have one for Camilla the Sixth. Hmm.