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SO RESTED HE BY THE TUMTUM TREE —
AND STOOD AWHILE IN THOUGHT
What an unfortunate time to be short-staffed, when there's so much to do! For days, staff members can be seen bustling about, always on the move. No time to stop and talk — the Queen is preparing a surprise! Staff members seem to positively hum with excitement. Their numbers are replenished in fits and bursts. Groups of new hotel staff appear all at once, until there seems to be even more of them than there were before the disappearances.
They don't seem to understand who you're talking about, if you ask about those disappearances. "Staff turnover happens in every establishment, dear. Why — they might have even gotten a promotion!" Aren't you much more interested in the upcoming trip, anyway?
Now that there are more of them, staff members are eager to expand on the surprise. Oh, to see the gardens and the forest! You Oysters are so fortunate that the Queen wishes to show you the wonders of Wonderland. Of course, the forest can be dangerous — or is it only rumors? The opinion seems to change with every staff member you talk to, and no one can pin down why it might be dangerous. The only consensus seems to be to stay close to your escorts.
And most importantly: please remember the buddy system at all times.
BUDDY SYSTEM
07/11 - 07/12
At some point during all the preparation, Oysters may find themselves pulled in by another person. Physically pulled in, in some cases. Once this initial draw happens, the pair will be unable to stay very far away from each other.
When asked, staff members will reply that the two have been paired up for the upcoming trip! They are quite serious about the buddy system, you see. Going out into the forest alone is never a wise idea, and the Queen is so very concerned about your safety.
What's that? You don't trust, or even know, the person you've been paired with? It's a good thing you two will be spending so much time together, then, isn't it? Plenty of opportunity to learn to understand each other.
Shouldn't you be packing, anyway? You'll be leaving soon, after all!
When asked, staff members will reply that the two have been paired up for the upcoming trip! They are quite serious about the buddy system, you see. Going out into the forest alone is never a wise idea, and the Queen is so very concerned about your safety.
What's that? You don't trust, or even know, the person you've been paired with? It's a good thing you two will be spending so much time together, then, isn't it? Plenty of opportunity to learn to understand each other.
Shouldn't you be packing, anyway? You'll be leaving soon, after all!
THE QUEEN'S GARDEN
07/13 - 07/14
The garden itself is beautiful and spans multiple acres. There is a winding path lined with neatly manicured rose bushes in all colors, groves of fruit trees, wildflower patches where the air is heavy with bread and butter flies. Elaborate water fountains and delicate streams flow between small ponds, each bordered by different types of water plants and filled with everything ranging from goldfish to koi. Bright, sunny spots perfect for a picnic are easy to come by, as are quiet nooks tucked away in the shade.
Everything needed for a rousing game of croquet is set up in a relatively clear area of the garden. Participation in a good, friendly game of Oysters versus their staff escorts is encouraged — all in good fun, of course! Croquet is the traditional game of the royal family, after all.
As afternoon begins to wind into evening on the first day, Oysters are ushered towards a part of the garden that contains a large hedge maze. The group is kept together as they wind through the maze. The staff members who lead them clearly seem to know exactly where they're going, and never hesitate at the many different forks in the maze.
Before the sun has set, they will arrive in a large clearing in the middle of the maze, where a great feast has been set up with the food they helped to prepare over the last few days. Oysters are informed that this is the last time on the trip that their meals will be taken care of for them. Enjoy it! Once they're out into the forest proper, they will have to make use of the Wonderland information pamphlets and their camping skills.
It is in this same clearing that they will stay the night. For this first night, staff members will assist in setting up tents if needed.
Everything needed for a rousing game of croquet is set up in a relatively clear area of the garden. Participation in a good, friendly game of Oysters versus their staff escorts is encouraged — all in good fun, of course! Croquet is the traditional game of the royal family, after all.
As afternoon begins to wind into evening on the first day, Oysters are ushered towards a part of the garden that contains a large hedge maze. The group is kept together as they wind through the maze. The staff members who lead them clearly seem to know exactly where they're going, and never hesitate at the many different forks in the maze.
Before the sun has set, they will arrive in a large clearing in the middle of the maze, where a great feast has been set up with the food they helped to prepare over the last few days. Oysters are informed that this is the last time on the trip that their meals will be taken care of for them. Enjoy it! Once they're out into the forest proper, they will have to make use of the Wonderland information pamphlets and their camping skills.
It is in this same clearing that they will stay the night. For this first night, staff members will assist in setting up tents if needed.
THE TULGEY WOOD AND RUINS
07/14 - 07/18
The next day comes with more bright sunlight, at first. As the group continues through the second half of the maze, the foliage above grows thicker and the inside grows darker. Astute Oysters may notice that the make up of their staff escorts seems to have shifted overnight. The members of the hotel staff that were so excited and helpful in the garden are few and far between, replaced by those in dark suits, all with some form of club pattern on them.
It's the Order of Clubs, the few remaining hotel staff will say when asked. They are protectors, enforcers — and the forest is dangerous. The Queen is so considerate of their safety, to bring the Order out now.
The end of the maze comes relatively quickly. It opens out onto an expansive forest, but even here the sunlight does not return in full force. Whether it's the density of the branches, the overcast day, or the wisps of fog that drift through the trees, the light overhead is weak and the air chilled.
The last of the hotel staff remain in the maze. From here on out, Oysters are accompanied only by the Order. As they walk through the forest, a member of the Order seems ever present — there's always one within eyesight, if not within hearing distance. Occasionally, Oysters will catch sight of someone else mingling with the members of the Order. His dark suit is sleek, plain, and the figure he cuts might not have been distinct from the rest if it weren't for his height. And if it weren't for the ceremic rabbit head on his shoulders.
Oysters who seek him out will find that he is no longer present among the group of Order members by the time they arrive.
"You saw Mad March?" one of the Order will say if asked, sounding startled that he was seen. "You best pretend you didn't."
The nights in the forest are even colder. Oysters better hope they can start a campfire, put up their tents against the chill, or stay close to each other for warmth, as the Order will offer no help. They are here only for guidance — and protection.
On the third day in the forest, the group will arrive at the ruins of an old kingdom. Old cottages and shops are only faint outlines, everything but the stone long since rotted away and overgrown with foliage. The remains of a castle isn't in any better condition. Oysters who choose to explore may notice that all shown signs of a battle from long ago. They may even find the skeleton of the king himself, still sitting on his throne. The members of the Order now seem to be alive with activity, splitting off into groups and venturing out while others stay with the Oysters.
Remember the buddy system, the Order tells them. They will stay here for a few nights. This is the last place that is safe to tread, but danger lurks on the outskirts.
It's the Order of Clubs, the few remaining hotel staff will say when asked. They are protectors, enforcers — and the forest is dangerous. The Queen is so considerate of their safety, to bring the Order out now.
The end of the maze comes relatively quickly. It opens out onto an expansive forest, but even here the sunlight does not return in full force. Whether it's the density of the branches, the overcast day, or the wisps of fog that drift through the trees, the light overhead is weak and the air chilled.
The last of the hotel staff remain in the maze. From here on out, Oysters are accompanied only by the Order. As they walk through the forest, a member of the Order seems ever present — there's always one within eyesight, if not within hearing distance. Occasionally, Oysters will catch sight of someone else mingling with the members of the Order. His dark suit is sleek, plain, and the figure he cuts might not have been distinct from the rest if it weren't for his height. And if it weren't for the ceremic rabbit head on his shoulders.
Oysters who seek him out will find that he is no longer present among the group of Order members by the time they arrive.
"You saw Mad March?" one of the Order will say if asked, sounding startled that he was seen. "You best pretend you didn't."
The nights in the forest are even colder. Oysters better hope they can start a campfire, put up their tents against the chill, or stay close to each other for warmth, as the Order will offer no help. They are here only for guidance — and protection.
On the third day in the forest, the group will arrive at the ruins of an old kingdom. Old cottages and shops are only faint outlines, everything but the stone long since rotted away and overgrown with foliage. The remains of a castle isn't in any better condition. Oysters who choose to explore may notice that all shown signs of a battle from long ago. They may even find the skeleton of the king himself, still sitting on his throne. The members of the Order now seem to be alive with activity, splitting off into groups and venturing out while others stay with the Oysters.
Remember the buddy system, the Order tells them. They will stay here for a few nights. This is the last place that is safe to tread, but danger lurks on the outskirts.
THE RETURN
07/18 - 07/19
It starts on the night of the 18th. The woods have been quiet for the most part, with nothing other than the sound of nearby streams and the noises of various animals. That night, even those are gone. An unnatural stillness takes over the area. Those who venture out to find the cause may find nothing — or they may be one of the first to discover that what lurks beyond the old kingdom has ventured closer.
Throughout the night of the 18th and into the day of the 19th, Oysters are at risk of encountering one of three types of creatures.
It may come as the sound of many legged-footsteps, first off in the distance and then close enough that the creature should be within sight. There are only trees, as far as the eye can see. And then motion. Briefly, it seems as though the very trees themselves are coming alive, but it will soon become apparent that these are legs. The creature stands on four limbs as tall as the trees, and when it holds still it camouflages easily among them. The roots it buries into the ground are long talons when unearthed, each tipped in a hooking claw. Its long neck is lined with the same armored scales that make its legs look like trees, and its small head is dwarfed by its extremely long snout, filled with rows of sharp teeth.
This is the Bandersnatch.
Or maybe it comes first as a shrill scream, like nails against slate. The shriek will seem to echo, instilling an unnatural sense of fear in any of those who are unlucky enough to hear it. Before long, the scream will be accompanied by the heavy flap of huge wings. The creature's approach seems to be imminent, and yet, it doesn't come. The moment draws on — and on — and on — and on — is there anything there, or is it only your imagination? Are you afraid of your own shadow, are you hearing screams in the wind and wings in the rustling of the trees?
Until it swoops down and tries to pick you up in its claws. It is a massive bird of prey, resembling a vulture, if a vulture had a twenty five foot wingspan and eerily human eyes. You've found the JubJub bird.
Then there is the reptilian Jabberwock.
There is no subtlety in its approach. The ground shakes with every step, announcing its arrival well in advance. It is bipedal and seems almost ungainly as it stalks through the trees, lurching its scaly body around and whipping its long tail for balance. Whenever this causes it to connect with a tree, the force behind it leaves the tree broken and bent. Its arms end in three fingered talons, and the round head at the end of its sinuous neck is almost entirely mouth. There is the lick of flame in its eyes, and the drool that escapes from its powerful jaws is hot enough to burn.
The members of the Order who had always seemed to be so close are conspicuously absent. It looks like the Oysters are on their own to defend themselves against these creatures.
Throughout the night of the 18th and into the day of the 19th, Oysters are at risk of encountering one of three types of creatures.
It may come as the sound of many legged-footsteps, first off in the distance and then close enough that the creature should be within sight. There are only trees, as far as the eye can see. And then motion. Briefly, it seems as though the very trees themselves are coming alive, but it will soon become apparent that these are legs. The creature stands on four limbs as tall as the trees, and when it holds still it camouflages easily among them. The roots it buries into the ground are long talons when unearthed, each tipped in a hooking claw. Its long neck is lined with the same armored scales that make its legs look like trees, and its small head is dwarfed by its extremely long snout, filled with rows of sharp teeth.
This is the Bandersnatch.
Or maybe it comes first as a shrill scream, like nails against slate. The shriek will seem to echo, instilling an unnatural sense of fear in any of those who are unlucky enough to hear it. Before long, the scream will be accompanied by the heavy flap of huge wings. The creature's approach seems to be imminent, and yet, it doesn't come. The moment draws on — and on — and on — and on — is there anything there, or is it only your imagination? Are you afraid of your own shadow, are you hearing screams in the wind and wings in the rustling of the trees?
Until it swoops down and tries to pick you up in its claws. It is a massive bird of prey, resembling a vulture, if a vulture had a twenty five foot wingspan and eerily human eyes. You've found the JubJub bird.
Then there is the reptilian Jabberwock.
There is no subtlety in its approach. The ground shakes with every step, announcing its arrival well in advance. It is bipedal and seems almost ungainly as it stalks through the trees, lurching its scaly body around and whipping its long tail for balance. Whenever this causes it to connect with a tree, the force behind it leaves the tree broken and bent. Its arms end in three fingered talons, and the round head at the end of its sinuous neck is almost entirely mouth. There is the lick of flame in its eyes, and the drool that escapes from its powerful jaws is hot enough to burn.
The members of the Order who had always seemed to be so close are conspicuously absent. It looks like the Oysters are on their own to defend themselves against these creatures.
The Jabberwocky, JubJub bird, and Bandersnatch will not be easily defeated, and few who fight will escape injury! There may be more than one of each creature type, so different groups can encounter the same type of creature if you choose. You can choose to have your characters ultimately triumph and take down the creatures, or fall to the creature. The members of the Order will arrive at the end of the fight. They will take out any creatures that remain, for those who choose not to have their characters successfully kill one, and will begin clean up of the others.
For those who are interested in having their characters seriously injured or even killed, for ease of reference here is the information regarding death and injury from the FAQ:
With the Carpenter's skills, no death or maiming in Wonderland is permanent — though the consequences of it might be. When your character dies, send the mods a PM describing any injuries the character sustained in their demise. For lacerations such as being stabbed or sliced with a sword, etc, characters will be returned to full health in a few days with gold filling in their wound in the style of Japanese kintsukuroi. This repair is permanent and will be a part of your character for the duration of their stay in Happy Hearts, even if you drop and reapp. If your character is killed or maimed through decapitation or the loss of a limb, your character will be in recovery for three days, and will return to the hotel with a ceramic replacement — an animal head for decapitation, and a non-articulated limb for lost appendages. This repair is not permanent unless you wish it to be, and Carpenter will have a flesh replacement ready for your character after another week.
Characters who have medical skills, abilities, or supplies may work to tend the wounds of others in the brief aftermath of the fight. Members of the Order will assure them that they will return to the hotel in the morning to get the medical attention that they need. And indeed, those characters who are still conscious after the fight will find themselves falling asleep at some point. Characters may dream about the same padded box from their first arrival. When they wake, they will be back in the hotel.
If you have any questions, please leave them here!
For those who are interested in having their characters seriously injured or even killed, for ease of reference here is the information regarding death and injury from the FAQ:
With the Carpenter's skills, no death or maiming in Wonderland is permanent — though the consequences of it might be. When your character dies, send the mods a PM describing any injuries the character sustained in their demise. For lacerations such as being stabbed or sliced with a sword, etc, characters will be returned to full health in a few days with gold filling in their wound in the style of Japanese kintsukuroi. This repair is permanent and will be a part of your character for the duration of their stay in Happy Hearts, even if you drop and reapp. If your character is killed or maimed through decapitation or the loss of a limb, your character will be in recovery for three days, and will return to the hotel with a ceramic replacement — an animal head for decapitation, and a non-articulated limb for lost appendages. This repair is not permanent unless you wish it to be, and Carpenter will have a flesh replacement ready for your character after another week.
Characters who have medical skills, abilities, or supplies may work to tend the wounds of others in the brief aftermath of the fight. Members of the Order will assure them that they will return to the hotel in the morning to get the medical attention that they need. And indeed, those characters who are still conscious after the fight will find themselves falling asleep at some point. Characters may dream about the same padded box from their first arrival. When they wake, they will be back in the hotel.
If you have any questions, please leave them here!
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tulgey wood
So when he sees Wei Wuxian whose-face-he-doesn't-recognize-as-Wei-Wuxian talking to the squirrel, he assumes it's another guest at the hotel. "Ah, hello, don't believe we've met, I'm Aziraphale. Do you two need... assistance with something?" he tries, helpfully.
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Being able to hear, understand, and talk back to all sorts of small creatures since drinking that odd tea has made their little nature walk a much more interesting experience, but it's also caused some unforeseen delays. Wei Wuxian turns, when approached, and the squirrel yells a few choice curses before skittering back into its tree.
"I, ah-" he watches the squirrel slip away and shakes his head, "no, no, just a misunderstanding. I'll find another tree."
He makes a rather informal sort of bow; he's gotten lax about them since so many cultures here don't seem to practice it. Still, it's a habit that's hard to break completely. Aziraphale though... he's heard that name before. It was strange enough to stick out in his memory, especially after that odd conversation with Crowley. So this was his unrequited love, hm?
"Wei Wuxian."
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Anyway, he looks up and appears confused about the name. "Wei... Wuxian?" he asks, his pronunciation somehow impeccable. "What an interesting coincidence!" he exclaims. "Not exactly a common name, is it? Have you met the other one?"
He smiles so brightly, clearly having positive feelings about the other Wei Wuxian and wondering if he'd like this one just as much.
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"Shorter, not quite as handsome?" his grin turns mischievous, "we've met. You could even say we have a lot in common."
The smile he gets in return is so open and wholesome. It's amusing to think of the frustrated and terse man he'd met being sweet on someone like this.
"Aziraphale, I think I've heard your name before too," he makes an attempt, at least, to get his mouth around the word, "you can read love fortunes, or something, wasn't it?"
Crowley hadn't been terribly clear on that point.
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He blinks and then shakes his head, finally understanding. "Ah, no, I used to be able to feel love. Not anymore, I'm afraid."
Then his face rubbers all the way back to slight confusion. He hadn't thought of Wei Wuxian as less handsome. They were both very handsome. Wait, that's not the point. "What-- what do you mean you have a lot in common?"
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"Mm, that's it. A friend of yours has it, or did, when I met him. He got it completely wrong though!" Unrequited, what a bunch of nonsense!
The man still looked confused, so Wei Wuxian tried to explain what was difficult enough for him to wrap his head around.
"Right, anyway, so there's two of us. We're both Wei Wuxian, just. Different. Our histories are similar but diverge in places, so we figured we're from different worlds. Lan Zha- ah- It's the same for Lan Wangji as well. Soul-twins maybe? I don't know if there's actually a word for it."
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But anyway.
"--Ah!" he exclaims, eyes brightening. "You must've gotten one of Crowley's abilities." Of course, he did always like to talk to the mice like a very odd Disney Princess.
He wonders which one of his friends received one of his abilities. "--And the love sensing. It's always correct." He nods, knowingly. "Why, what did they say about yours?" People tend to be sensitive about that sort of thing, so he's hoping he can save whatever it is has offended Wei Wuxian.
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"Oh, do squirrels talk to him too?" he asked, trying to imagine the easily riled man getting into a dispute with a rodent. The tea hadn't tasted or smelled like sulfur, or he'd have tried to hand it off.
The other question was enough to make him huff out an annoyed breath, "he said it was unrequited and oh how I must have it bad."
He adds one of Jiang Cheng's classic eyerolls for emphasis.
"But not even a few days later, and he proposed marriage, so how's that for unrequited, huh?"
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"When you sense love, it can be sometimes hard to discern the source, though if you're near, it's easier. He was probably sensing that you... thought of it as unrequited. Very unrequited."
Which leads him to wonder, what other things has Crowley misread while he had Aziraphale's powers...
"But - congratulations are in order!" He supposes it'd make sense for them to marry when they return home with all their family, and not right now. But still! Even if it's not a wedding he will attend, he's in pretty good standing with the novel WangXian and he assumes this pair are just as lovely.
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He taps his cheek at the explanation though, because... shamed as he is to admit it, he never thought Lan Wangji would return his feelings. Neither had been very frank in their communication, hoping the other would take the first step, and too scared of what it might do to their friendship to risk it.
As he opens his mouth to say as much(though perhaps not quite that honestly), Aziraphale congratulates him instead. He hadn't had any chance to really announce the news to anyone. Honestly, he'd been too worried, at first, that it might slip through his fingers like sand on the riverbanks if he let himself believe it was real. He knew better now, Lan Zhan's heart was as steadfast as the rest of him, it was Wei Wuxian who struggled to let himself be loved, and-
He cleared his throat, flushing a bit uncharacteristically, "oh- um- that's... Thank you? Right, thank you. Feels kind of silly that it took so long, but I guess I have your friend to thank for that too, hm?"
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But he seems oddly reluctant to accept this congratulations, which is strange. Perhaps he is just nervous about something else. Marrying here, or... or how to tell their families. After all, he knew about the demonic cultivation thing roughly, and figured that young master Lan was from a well-to-do family who probably didn't approve of the union.
"Ah? Oh, yes. I'll make sure to pass it onto him. He'd be very pleased, being a matchmaker and all." He nods resolutely. "He'd never say this aloud, of course, but he does like seeing his friends happy." And even if he wasn't too friendly with this Wei Ying, Aziraphale is sure he's friends with the other one, and so both angel and demon are hoping the WangXians both make it to the altar someday.
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"Oh- ah- haha, right," he grins a little at the clarification though, and wonders if Crowley really does consider him a friend. They'd parted on amiable enough terms to offer to help each other out, so that made them friends, didn't it? Maybe he could help out with Crowley's unrequited troubles as well.
"You must know him really well, hm? How did you meet? Don't know too many folks who are friends with demons," not that he was one to talk.
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And right, of course he would know, he's got the whole. Thing.
In fact, he remembers and takes Chenqing out of his pocket, excitedly. "Ah! Do you know how to play this? I wasn't sure exactly, what I should do with it. I -- accidentally -- consumed some of the other Wei Wuxian's tea, and he let me borrow this."
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"Oh, that sounds like me and Lan Zhan!" he grins. "I used to cause him so much trouble."
Well, he still did. Almost constantly. And poor Lan Wangji got assigned to be his babysitter while he wrote lines or did menial tasks. It was a wonder he still wanted to talk to him after all that. Crowley, on the other hand, hadn't struck him much as the troublemaking type, but maybe that too was in his younger years.
"This one time, we-" he started, only to have his eyes drawn to the dark flute in Aziraphale's hand, complete with vibrant red tassel. On instinct, he reached for the one he carried, tucked into the back of his belt, but it was still there, still whole, and he withdrew it slowly, holding it up with a lopsided smile.
"You drank... oh, so... you can use demonic cultivation?" he blinks in surprise. The possibility must exist, if his other self had seen fit to lend him Chenqing. Though... with little explanation, apparently.
"It's for channeling. It makes commands easier to understand for-" how did you nicely say an army of undead, "whatever you're controlling."
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And he just remembered.
"But yes, I suppose I can. Cultivate. Demons. What- ah, what exactly does cultivating demons mean again?" he asks, slightly confused on this terminology. Is he growing demons? Is he making more Crowleys?
Oh god, he can't make more Crowleys!
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Perhaps this was payback, for the emotion-manipulating tea he'd slipped his other self, shortly after his return. Could he really have handed off Chenqing without so much as a scrap of instruction? Without even explaining what it was their power did?
Okay, yes that was entirely something he'd do, but even so... it'd taken months to gain the fine control to direct the flow of that resentful energy and channel into the dead.
"It's a flute, can you... play?" the man's pronunciation and mannerisms said he was at least familiar with many of the same arts. And music was among the six one ought to master, but he'd no idea if this man had ever picked up an instrument before. This could be a lot more challenging than he'd thought. Might as well see if Aziraphale is even up to trying it.
"Chenqing is a spiritual tool, used to channel energy, specifically resentful energy. It's prevalent among ah... demons, and the dead, souls that can't rest, that sort of thing. Most would say to destroy such things outright, but... it's easier to redirect the flow of a river than try to dam it. The music redirects that flow, it lets those restless creatures vent their resentful energy in a different way, one of your choosing. It might be a dark sort of energy, but you can use it to do good this way, see?"
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But destroying souls also seems barbaric to Aziraphale. Why not just send them to hell, and hope for rehabilitation? Not that it ever happened, but just destroying them outright... Seemed like such a big loss.
"I have... played before. But it was a very long time ago," he admits. "And not with a dizi, per se." He lifts it to his lips and plays this.
Hopefully it doesn't summon anything...
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"That's not bad," he nods, even if it's not his own power, to have someone able to cultivate is better than nothing at all.
"The music is important, but so is the intent and energy behind it. It's how you speak with them. Otherwise it's just... a series of notes, you know?"
He raises his own to his lips and plays a short series of notes, one that he'd usually use to call out, to draw things to him. The song itself isn't difficult, just in a minor key, with a few added trills. He repeats it again, more slowly, just to be safe.
"This is... think of it like a call to action," he explains, "it should draw things to you. I can teach you a few things, how to attack, how to soothe, more specific instructions are harder, but... well, you get the idea, right?"
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On the bright side, he's got decent technique. He didn't before, but apparently that came with his powerset just like how the other Wei Ying knew how to understand Inquiry.
He lifts the flute back up and starts to mirror Wei Wuxian's playing, a little bit slower than him, and is surprised to find that he actually... knows how.
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It's surprising how quickly Aziraphale catches on, and even seems to mimic some of his style in playing. Perhaps there's hope after all. If there are things out there to answer the call when he plays, that's a sizable force in their favor.
"Mm, just like that! You catch on quickly!"
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He does, after all, have a lovely new set of powers and he's dying to use them.
Or more like, he has some power back, and he's dying to use it.
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"It's nothing," he grins, clapping the man on the shoulder lightly.
"Just ah... use it responsibly, hm?"
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"I'll make sure to do so. Thank you, again. You are so kind."
Sorry Wei Wuxian, he knows you're a sadboy and he thinks the solution is just to say more nice things.
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And there he goes with thanking him again...
"Oh- actually," he changes the subject, fumbling with the pouch at his side. He withdraws a lump of iron that looks, well, it's an artistic interpretation of a tiger, curled around itself in a seal that's about the size of his fist.
"You should use this too. It'll hm... resonate with Chenqing? It's meant for amplifying your cultivation, so maybe it'll help? It's just been a useless piece of metal since I got it back here," he holds it out, offering it like an apple, since it no longer seems to be able to float menacingly.
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He's not sure how this is supposed to help. Is he supposed to. Hold onto it? Or?
Listen, he's just not gonna ask about this world, it makes no sense to him.
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