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( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently? In addition, characters will find that they've been allowed to bring back souvenirs from this most recent trip - trinkets, nothing violent, but items that can fit in your character's pockets, whether that be sentimental or otherwise.

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. For those who have been here a while, they might notice some expansions. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.

It might've changed since the last time you saw it. Today it reads:

(*´ω｀)o That wasn't so bad, was it?
Hey, you know how that old song goes?
Do you believe in magic? (☆▽☆) Do ya?

Hope you found what you were looking for!

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin. In addition to that, it seems like Home Base is on the fritz again…?

It seems that suddenly and at random, characters will be able to suddenly see visions of memories that aren't their own flash before their eyes. Pieces of your lives or where you were before this will suddenly slam into other's heads, as clearly as if they experienced the event and the feelings themselves. You might have an inkling of where your memory went and what it was - but you'll need to talk it out with that person in order to recollect it in all its strength back to yourself. Don't you want to keep those precious parts of yourself? It's best if you don't fall more to pieces while you're here. (Memories that have been lost in fragments cannot be sent to others - that's more fun for the future!)

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Or maybe you'll get a glimpse of where you're going next. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

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[Stupidly, being reincarnated is one of the things he's most open about, partially because he had no say in it. Sometimes things just do wild shit while you're dead?? It's fine.]

If you ask about it, I'll tell you, yes. You can even ask today, if you'd like! It's not a very complicated story.

[On the surface, anyway.]

No, no matter how I think about it, it's going to be a complicated story, but it's not like we don't have time on our hands here.

[ Until they get whisked away to some other world to live different lives. ]

Won't you tell me your story?

[Ah, that transmigration life... Wei Wuxian hums a little, tilting his head from one side to the other as though considering. His story ain't a great one, and he's not sure he wants to give Shinobu more reasons than she already has to think he's a one braincelled idiot who leaps into action without thinking and leaves Mass Destruction in his wake...

All the same:]

Would you indulge me with yours in return?

[ Shinobu thinks he has many brain cells but chooses to ignore their output. Or input. As she's said, his potential for brilliance is reflected in his potential for chaos. ]

Yes, of course. It would only be fair.

[ He's already seen the end of her story, so what's the harm in filling in the rest of it? ]

[It's not an incorrect observation... Sometimes you have braincells and all they do is come up with curses and then self-sabotage when common sense tries to join the party.

ANYWAY.]

Kind of you. [With a quirking little grin. He leans forward a little then, resting his folded arms against his knees instead of over his chest.]

As for me - I've said my memory isn't the best, and it isn't! The only thing I know about my parents is that they died in a nighthunt. A friend of my father's took me in - that Uncle Jiang. What you saw there was the start of a sect's attempt to take over the cultivation world. They had the power and number to do it - wiped out our sect overnight, which was unheard of before then. The ones on the platform were the second son of that sect's leader, his mistress and his bodyguard. Never got along well with any of them! They were quite tyrannical, enjoyed bullying the weak and sent out the order to kill countless people for reasons as foolish as "they shot an arrow at the wrong type of kite". I made sure they suffered for the misery they brought.

[STATED SO SIMPLY. Well. She already knows he's capable of bloodshed and violence, so he doesn't bother hiding that... She knew even before seeing his memories, from back when they had lived parallel lives in a town worlds away. A bit more quietly, as if tempered by memories of that time:]

I've never been able to tolerate people like that. What I did in Montevallo would be considered kind by comparison, I think.

[He was more in control of himself then, after all, even with his wicked temper and vengeful streak.]

[ One day, she'll ask and find out what a nighthunt is, but for now, she doesn't think that's quite as important as the rest of his story. What he did in Montevallo was kind in comparison, is it?

That's heavy, and she's not quite sure how to feel about that. The way it sounds, those sect members were just as bad as demons, and she'd never forgive or forget someone who'd kill people so easily like that, just for their whims and for their self-serving satisfaction. She knows she'd hate those people as much as she does demons, especially if they killed her family (her second family).

How much can she judge? How much should she judge? There's no hint of her ever present smile, a reflection of her conflicting thoughts. He's learned and grown, but she knows her anger. How different is his? ]

You took justice into your own hands but to the extreme.

[ She keeps her voice and expression neutral. ]

Were you applauded, or were you scorned?

[ She knows it the end, he wasn't seen in a good light. ]

[By comparison, he laughs, and there seems to be some genuine mirth in it - a bit on the dry side, maybe, but still there.]

Do you need to ask? It was a time of war, and humans do seem to be the same everywhere you go.

[He doesn't blame them, really. The people who scorned him, the people who hated him, the people who spread rumors until fact and fiction blended together and his true acts and deeds were buried under a mountain of embellished wrongs. He's never been one to run from the blame that rightfully belongs to him, though he also refuses to take on more than his share.

He sighs, shifting so he can prop his chin up. It's a lazy, comfortable pose, at odds with the topic at hand. But to him, these aren't things to be mourned or reviled. They just exist as they are, unchanged and unchangeable.]

I was applauded when I stood by the Sunshot Campaign's alliance and shared the same goals - an easy thing to do when we were all united against one enemy. When we didn't see eye to eye anymore, I was scorned. Ended up with quite the reputation! You could probably travel to the other side of the country decades after the Burial Mounds were sieged and still hear a farmer curse the Yiling Patriarch for their broken wagon wheel, haha.

[Haha! Ah, Yiling. Not just a name in Montevallo, apparently.]

Does laughing about it make you feel better, or do you laugh because you're so used to it that you've accepted it?

[ That there is something genuine to his laughter... She doesn't like it. To accept that, to find it somehow funny— it may be easier in the long run, but what it means is a little disheartening.

Demons were humans once. Humans can be as terrible as demons That's not something she forgets.

She smiles, but there's no mirth. ]

You will do what you feel is right. That's what I can tell remains true to you across every world we go to. [ No matter what backgrounds make them change on the surface. Underneath, she knows he'll do what he feels is right, no matter what other people feel about it.

She doesn't miss the Yiling reference. ]

They made you a convenient scapegoat. Even if objectively, the things you did were terrible, that they would go so far to malign you, to call you as a monster when they weren't so different...

[ And she can say that, can't she? Humans in a time of a war aren't so different. What makes them righteous, what righteous claims people make—

Doesn't she know those, too? Slaying demons is still killing. She knows that, but it's better they die than innocents do. ]

Hm... Both, maybe?

[Does it make him feel better? Is it what he expects and accepts now? He doesn't typically look that closely at his own reactions - certainly nowhere near as closely as Shinobu is, in this moment. His shoulders raise a little in a sloping gesture, and the smile fades.]

That'll keep being true of me wherever we go and whatever life I end up in, I think. [Because he has a strong sense of justice, of what's right and wrong, and he can't ever mind his own damn business and leave well enough alone.

He hums a little as she continues talking.]

Can't say that I didn't deserve some of what I got, of course! [His life had been a pale price to pay, compared to the loved ones he'd tormented and killed through well-meaning choices that spiraled so far out of his control.] I did do terrible things. But they also liked to pin even the things I didn't do on me - it's convenient, you know? [WAVING A HAND.]

Well, this and that happened, and the sects decided to siege the Burial Mounds in Yiling. It's where I lived with the Wen sect remnants - the elderly, women, children. People who had nothing to do with the bloodshed but were persecuted unfairly by all sides anyway. [The wry smile he gives her seems to say sound familiar?] That's where I was later, busy interrupted their pledge conference where they were making promises to kill every last one of us and raze that place to the ground, hah. That Jin Guangshan had promised to spare the lives of the other remnants if two turned themselves in, but killed one and captured the other and still had no mercy to spare.

[Nothing about his tone or posture changes, but his hand curls just a little into a loose fist.]

[ He does seem to be speaking about all this cavalierly even if she notices his loose fist. It's a lot to take and digest, and she wants to give it the due consideration. It's his history, and it's what shaped him, and more and more, she can see how the disaster in Montevallo occurred. ]

It was horrible enough that you took vengeance.

[ She can see it. She does see it. Even if they're different in all those lives, they are still the same. ]

Your cultivation world sounds like it's based on a flimsy foundation of morals and justice.

[ She says that as lightly as he does, talking about all these terrible things that's happened to him. For as merciless as Ubuyashiki Kagaya can be, his care has a fairness that these sects don't seem to have. ]

[There's the tiniest quirk of a smile. He doesn't go into detail about their meager farming life, the homes they built from the ground up, the meals they shared together. He doesn't mention Wen Ning and Wen Qing, backs to him as they marched with sure steps to their demise. He doesn't talk about how all fifty remnants were killed and tossed into a pool of blood after he was too dead to do anything about it. He doesn't speak of little A-yuan, who he tucked into the trunk of a burnt tree before leaving, telling him to stay there no matter what happened.]

You have a keen eye.

[He agrees entirely, which is why he'd never been able to stand with them after the war ended.]

--I think you saw what happened next. I was quite arrogant back then! Thought I could handle anything, no matter how powerful it was. I thought I had everything under control. [MONTEVALLO REALLY WAS JUST A SPEEDRUN OF HIS YILING ARC.] I don't remember much about the time between then and dying - the siege happened a few months later, which was a success. Died then and there and would've stayed dead if a certain someone hadn't used my old manuscripts to drag my soul back. Haha, isn't that ridiculous?

[He raises his hands after that, like a storyteller presenting their final chapter.]

And here I am today!

[There is so much happening in his cursedass life story, god.]

[ He recounts this with such a careless manner that it makes her worry a little.

He didn't have it easy, but do any of them do? Isn't that something fundamental that she and he agree on even if the lengths she goes to are different from his?

She nods, after a time. ]

Here you are today. Ridiculous as ever and blamed for things you didn't do and blamed for things you did do.

I'm sorry you had to endure so much, even as the result of your own mistakes.

[ Does she approve of everything Wei Wuxian did or does? No. Does she think he's someone who can't be forgiven? Also no. The world is such a murky, grey place that they both want to be a better place. ]

That's just life, isn't it? The best we can do is learn from our mistakes and move forward.

[Which is why he'd been so deeply unsettled by his time in Montevallo, even if he didn't ever sit down to dissect and discuss that with anyone. Knowing you're prone to making the same mistakes over and over again without the knowledge you gain from it is... hm.

Well, that's neither here nor there. He's grateful for the fact that Shinobu isn't disgusted enough to cut ties with him immediately, having seen what she's seen. Even if she doesn't know the extent of it, the years of bloodshed he's responsible for, the horrific torture, dipping his hands into resentful energy until he couldn't tell where he began and it ended - she's still seen some of what he's capable of. Him at his worst, responsible for the fall of the best person he's ever known.

He doesn't know how to put his gratitude into words easily though, so he just flashes her a smile and moves on.]

I've talked more than enough about myself! [Waving a hand! He sits upright again, gaining a little more exuberance back into his gestures.] Won't you tell me a little about yourself?

[ Shinobu is logical enough to be brutal, but at the end of the day, she is moved by her heart. She is resolved to cut down the guilty, the terrible, and the horrible, but motives hold weight.

She smiles because even if her story isn't quite as tumultuous, it's not happy. He knows enough. She's content for how it ends, but isn't that just life? ]

The first time I found out demons existed was the night my parents died. After my sister and I laid them to rest, we sought out the man who saved us, Himejima-san. We asked him how we could be stronger and become demon slayers just like him. He first turned us away, but my sister and I persisted until he gave us a test.

It took us a while, but we passed.

[ It's obvious since she's dressed as she is with a weapon at her side. She puts a hand on her sword hilt. ]

My sister was stronger than I was.

[ And he saw what happened to her. ]

[It's not happy.

He closes his eyes for a second while she talks, just listening to her words, taking them in. Losing your parents young is awful, especially at the tender age where you're too old to forget and too young to not be shaped by it. Losing them in a traumatic incident is even worse.]

You've been angry for a long time.

[It's what he settles on eventually, more of a passive observation than a question.]

But you've had a strong heart for just as long. One demon killed is tens of people saved, hm?

I can't remember the last time I wasn't angry.

[ Isn't that a sad thing to admit? But it's one of the emotions that keeps her going. She acknowledges it and doesn't think she's wrong for it. ]

I focused it towards saving people, yes. After my sister died, I tried to fill in for what she left behind. I took in as many orphans as I could that wanted to stay with me. I pushed until I became a Pillar myself. I came up with as many variations of wisteria poison I could.

[ She threw her entire life into helping others and murdering demons. They're not mutually exclusive, but she can't deny that she's unkind to demons. Murder is still murder, as justified as it is, as righteous as she can be about it. ]

[Maybe it's a sad thing to admit, but he feels more understanding than more adjusted people than them probably would. Anger is an emotion he gets. It's been a long time since he's been angry in any notable way, but when it's with you once, it's hard to forget.]

Sounds like you were quite busy for all the years you were without your sister. [Made a new family, forged a new path, continued on in spite of - or maybe because of - the hurts she'd faced. His head cants a little to the side. After a beat of thoughtful consideration:]

Are you satisfied with what you were able to do?

With what I was able to, yes.

[ The key word is able. For what she could do in the limited amount of time she had, she is satisfied. She's content.

For the part of her that wishes for what she couldn't do...

She faces Wei Wuxian with a small yet wistful smile, as if that would erase her biggest feeling of inadequacy. ]

For what I wasn't... Even with my breath, I wasn't able to decapitate a demon. I can pierce boulders with ease, but I can't lop off a head. You'll keep that a secret, won't you?

[ As if it's a joke, as if she's treating this like he does with some of his sadder moments.

She feels it's fair to tell him when he told her so much. Even after Montevallo, she wants to trust him this much. She wants to move forward, for all that awaits her once she recaptures all the broken pieces of herself. ]

[Wow is this what other people feel like when he laughs off his sadness and insecurities. TERRIBLE.

But he smiles a little, huffs out a tiny breath of a laugh because the most and best he can do is play along.]

Cross my heart, I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. You're still quite formidable even if you can't lop off a head, anyway!

[Shinobu is still TERRIFYING. --Really though, someone that capable, who could make up for their physical shortcomings... Who wouldn't be impressed? Sometimes, it's all you can do to work with what you have, however much or little it may be.

All the same...]

But it grates, doesn't it? Those little things you can't change but wish you could.

[Even if, in some cases, they're you're own doing. Even if you find a way around them.]

[ Isn't it great to feel what others do when interacting with you? It's a two for one special in this chili's tonight.

Shinobu smiles because of course she does. When it's a foregone conclusion, when it's something she can't change no matter how hard she does because she was just born this way— ]

Yes.

[ How many tears has she shed because sometimes, she just wasn't strong enough? How many more lives could she have saved if she could only behead? ]

But you can't let that stop you because if you did, nothing else would change.

[ And wouldn't that be even worse? ]

So I kept trying.

[No! He already doesn't like himself, why would he like interacting with anyone that reminds him of himself!! Terrible.

Just as terrible as being unable to change certain things, and having to struggle and struggle and struggle in spite of it all. He sighs, leaning back.]

Doubt you need to hear it from me or anybody else, but! From the little I know of you, the world was a much better place because you kept trying.

[He's not entirely on board with Xie Lian's idea that saving just one person is enough, but saving tens, hundreds, maybe even more - surely it's a success.]

With luck, you'll rest well for it. All that hard work - the very least you deserve is that.

[ A little validation never hurt anyone, but if she truly needed and wanted validation, she wouldn't have made half the choices she's made and would've lived a longer life.

Saving one life would be enough, but that doesn't mean Shinobu doesn't try for more.

Does she get to rest well? Shinobu's smile almost seems a little more forced, a little more strained. ]

Thank you for your well wishes and for coming to return my memories. [ There's very meaningful pause before she adds: ] That worthless bastard asked me out on a date.

[ And with that, she does her disappearing trick because she doesn't want to talk about it.

BYE. ]

Edited (i apparently never closed the tab this tag was in and saw that i missed a word I'M SORRY) 2020-05-20 23:54 (UTC)

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