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Entry tags:
- ! intro,
- ! mingle,
- - the space,
- 9s,
- akira kurusu,
- baren kumou,
- emma perkins,
- goro majima,
- hajime ichinose,
- hina hikawa,
- hunter,
- itaru chigasaki,
- jiang cheng,
- kangai,
- kino,
- lan wangji,
- lux crownguard,
- minako aino,
- minato arisato,
- mizuki okiura,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okuni kumou,
- ookurikara,
- rouge,
- royce melborn,
- sephiroth,
- shinobu kocho,
- shuuya kano,
- souji seta,
- takaomi shishimaru,
- tsukasa suou,
- utsutsu miya,
- wei wuxian,
- wen ning,
- xie lian,
- yuri lowell
[mingle] the space (january).
interim mingle
( 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?
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. 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.
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.
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. 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.
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?
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. 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.
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.
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. 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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Imprisoned for what? [ it's important for judging purposes, okay, and royce is nosy ]
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He speaks slower this time, trying not to stammer.]
Someone... died because of me. They meant to kill someone else for it, s-so I... turned myself in.
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[ he didn't even kill anybody, how lame ] And you turned yourself in why?
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I still-- killed them, even if it wasn't... supposed to happen.
[He gives his head a quick little shake, there.]
If I gave myself up, they were supposed to-- to leave him alone.
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And they likely didn't, did they. Whoever they are. [ Huff. ] Pull yourself together. We need to find something to cut through the metal. Is it iron?
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-but those next words definitely catch him off guard, eyes wide as he blinks up at Royce.]
You want t-to get rid of them-?
[A moment later, though, he recovers enough to shake his head.]
Mm, they're... it's a special construction. Normal tools won't break it.
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[ Unless this guy is a really good actor, which is a possibility. Royce keeps it in mind, shifting his weight. He's ready for just about anything, especially in a new place that he isn't... entirely sure he's not hallucinating. ]
Special construction? [ A beat. ] Let me guess. Dwarvish? Don't tell me it's a gemlock.
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I-I'm afraid I don't know what those are.
[What the heck is dwarvish, for one?]
You would need a cultivator's sword to break them.
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A... cultivator. [ Royce repeats. ] Cultivator of what?
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[Sure, anything should be possible after suddenly being transported somewhere completely different, and this man's clothes and accent aren't familiar either, but-- what a wild concept.]
I think the easiest way to put it is-- manipulating spiritual energy.
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Like the Art. [ Ugh, magic. ] That's what it's called in Elan. Which I imagine you've never heard of either.
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[Another small headshake of his own comes with that answer.]
And you've probably never heard of-- of Qishan, or Yiling?
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[ Huff. ] Whoever put us here has a lot of fingers in a lot of pies.
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[This started weird and it only gets weirder, what is he supposed to do about this situation...]
But I don't know anything about this place, either. I just arrived.
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Right. What gets rid of the chains? [ He's not going to admit it, but the chains bother him. ] The Art? A specific sword? Knife with a name on it?
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[His face falls a little, at the thought of being the only one from home. It can't be just me, though, at least young master Wei should...
He should be somewhere, he hopes.]
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[Sometimes you just live like this and it's fine!
He stands when he's told to, though, cautiously shuffling to his feet while he tries not to let the chains get in the way, looking... down at Royce. Oh. He's small? He didn't look like he would be.]
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[ Royce, unfortunately, is used to everybody being so much taller than him. His expression just sort of sours for a moment under his hood. He thought Wen Ning would be smaller. Huff. ]
Are you missing anything? [ Royce asks, adjusting his cloak. ] And can you protect yourself?
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[He thinks, probably. They're more of a hindrance than they used to be...
The questions make him hesitate, though.]
Sh-should I be missing anything...? I didn't have much on me- [Though the idea that he might be prompts him to quickly check that something is still tucked away inside his clothes, after which he exhales a relieved breath. Also I forgot but now that he's standing, it's clear that there's a hole in the front of his shirt, scarring visible beneath it.] Mm. No, nothing's missing. I... don't think I can defend myself very well like this, though.
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I was missing something important when I woke up. [ Royce says, vaguely annoyed. ] Not sure if it was just me.
In any case. I'm not exactly in the business of protecting people who aren't paying me. I hope you know how to run. [ Royce. ]
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I-I do! I won't... I won't cause you any trouble, um-
[Oh no, he doesn't know his name. Wen Ning stops short there, so that he can give Royce a proper little bow.]
--my apologies. I never introduced myself, did I... Wen Ning, courtesy name Quionglin. Though n-nobody really uses it.
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And that wild ride starts here, because he isn't expecting the bow. He almost takes a step back, hand going to Alverstone at his belt, which. Isn't there. Sigh. It's fine though, since Wen Ning is just introducing himself. ]
Wen Ning. [ Royce repeats. It probably sounds terrible with his vaguely posh British accent. This would be the part where Royce should introduce himself, but uh. ] Never heard of a courtesy name.
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They must not be used where you're from. I-it's all right, though, I'm more used to my birth name.
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Do you prefer your birth name? [ He actually sounds kind of curious, now. He's also going to start leading the way out of the store. Slowly, so Wen Ning can keep up. ]
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