[Wei Wuxian is grateful that smiles have always come easy, whether he means them or not. If his usual grin looks a bit tight around the edges as Zewu Jun mentions transferring one's power, it vanishes quickly, easily explained away by the heavy subject matter and no other reason.
It seems Lan Xichen is caught up in his own anger though, an emotion that seems terribly out of place on his usual calm features. He nods]
Mm, from those I spoke with... the abilities were from others. People they knew, that is. And abilities unlike anything from our world. The same rules no longer apply here. What might've been impossible before, ah... very well may happen here, you know?
[It was ironic, perhaps, that someone so good at breaking conventional rules was now stuck in a place of such chaos, hoping for even the most basic rules of reality to apply. Alas.
The door, however, is shockingly unguarded. Not a soul in sight. Wei Wuxian picks up his pace, uncertain how long they'll have to try to open it. Processing that along with Zewu Jun's talk of Meng Yao, though...
It wasn't so hard to believe, but that was true of almost everything about Meng Yao. He was polite and unassuming, and easy to believe. Wei Wuxian couldn't deny his help in the Sunshot campaign had been invaluable, but it was hard to know where his alliances stood.]
Is that right? I haven't seen him yet, but I'm sure we'll exchange the usual pleasantries.
[The door, when he reached it, was locked, of course. If he had his talismans, it would be a simple matter to have one of his papermen slip under the door, but now he had to resort to more conventional methods. He braced his shoulder against the door, giving an experimental push. With enough leverage, they could likely break the lock.]
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It seems Lan Xichen is caught up in his own anger though, an emotion that seems terribly out of place on his usual calm features. He nods]
Mm, from those I spoke with... the abilities were from others. People they knew, that is. And abilities unlike anything from our world. The same rules no longer apply here. What might've been impossible before, ah... very well may happen here, you know?
[It was ironic, perhaps, that someone so good at breaking conventional rules was now stuck in a place of such chaos, hoping for even the most basic rules of reality to apply. Alas.
The door, however, is shockingly unguarded. Not a soul in sight. Wei Wuxian picks up his pace, uncertain how long they'll have to try to open it. Processing that along with Zewu Jun's talk of Meng Yao, though...
It wasn't so hard to believe, but that was true of almost everything about Meng Yao. He was polite and unassuming, and easy to believe. Wei Wuxian couldn't deny his help in the Sunshot campaign had been invaluable, but it was hard to know where his alliances stood.]
Is that right? I haven't seen him yet, but I'm sure we'll exchange the usual pleasantries.
[The door, when he reached it, was locked, of course. If he had his talismans, it would be a simple matter to have one of his papermen slip under the door, but now he had to resort to more conventional methods. He braced his shoulder against the door, giving an experimental push. With enough leverage, they could likely break the lock.]
Lend me a shoulder, would you?