fracturarpg | [mingle] the space (january).

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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?

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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[Honestly that's how he tackled his problems for a long time. Not that it worked out well for him, but it's a way of handling things!]

Hah, you do seem like the type to brute-force your way through any troubles you may run up against! As long as it's worked out for you this far...

[Concerning, though?? A little concerning. Anyway after shaking his sleeves enough, a red pen tumbles out. Thanks Costco!! It's not as nice as cinnabar or as spooky as blood but it does the trick in a pinch. A beat later and he's already starting to scrawl out an intricate design.]

Anything else you need while I've got these out? I'll do what I can!

[ i wish he'd written it in blood because kara absolutely would not accept it. but for now he's just watching this and frowning. ]

That doesn't look like an omamori.

[ what kind of saniwa are you ]

[Tragically Wei Wuxian's demonic roots will remain hidden for now...]

Hah, I did say it was like one, yes? Different places with different items that serve what's more or less the same purpose.

[ what a weird saniwa. kara thinks he's glad that he didn't come from that citadel. ]

Whatever. As long as it works.

[WOW his citadel would be wonderful, punk!!]

Mm, it will! Well - if you're up against anything supernatural, anyway. Won't stop you from being stabbed or pushed from the train or something, unfortunately.

[ he isn't sure if the revisionists count as supernatural or not since they technically stab, but uh. ]

...But does it make sure the one holding it won't break?

[ not that he expects to. see above stubbornness. but he might as well double check because otherwise what's the point. ]

[Look they count they're not human ANYTHING NOT HUMAN IS FINE. Banish the revisionists to the shadow realm with a talisman now for the low low price of absolutely free, Wei Wuxian is just giving this shit away.]

Depends on what you mean, I suppose? Let's say a ghoul is heading your way! This will make it so they can't get near you. Should cover you from ghosts, malicious entities, unholy beasts, anything like that. If it's paired with one for luck, it should keep you from attracting trouble in the first place. Do you want something else?

[Let Wei Wuxian start his first endeavor into whacky spell crafting again for the sake of keeping swords safe.]

[ honestly this all sounds like a bunch of gibberish? but, uh. okay. sure. wwx is the saniwa here, and it's not like kara really understands his own master that well, anyway.

eventually he'll just shake his head. ]

No.

Mm, alright! Let me know if you change your mind, I have plenty of paper on hand.

[Wei Wuxian finishes up the first talisman and gets to work on the second one! Miraculously, he actually remains pretty quiet this time, if only to ensure that he does everything perfectly. This person is clearly concerned about breaking, so he's gotta make sure his talismans are in tip-top form!

Though instead of handing them over immediately when he's done, he begins folding them up... It looks like he's making origami? Little paper people??]

[ and here he was ready to take the talisman and go back to his quest. ]

What are you doing with it?

[If only Wei Wuxian made things that easy... INSTEAD with a little burst of energy, his little papermen talismans seemingly jump to life! They flutter on over toward Ookurikara to perch on his shoulders like they're just coming along for the ride.]

There! Just making them easier for you to keep track of.

[He's absolutely just doing this because the image of this grumpy man being pestered by flying paper is hilarious. They're being very well-behaved for now, though!]

[ little papermen are nothing new. saniwa use them to forge new swords all the time. the papermen moving, though? that is new, and kara startles when they come at him, taking a few quick steps back before they manage to land on his shoulder anyway. he stares at them in silence, mildly disturbed. ]

Do yours always move?

[ he's. not sure he appreciates the gesture. it's so weird. ]

[Don't be disturbed by his cute little papermen, wow!! One waves at him.]

Not always.

[FORTUNATELY FOR HIM they'll stop moving on their own after a few hours so it ain't no big thing either way. Just a few hours of dealing with these lil dudes being pests...]

It doesn't bother you, does it?

[ STOP WAVING IT'S CREEPY but somehow weirdly cute and he hates it so much ]

...It's weird.

[ thank goodness they'll stop because if they didn't he would cut them apart ]

[DON'T HATE THIS TINY CUTE PAPERMAN!! It just wants to be Kara's temporary friend, until its wee little lifespan runs dry... It pats his shoulder reassuringly.]

Really? I think they're cute!

[He also thinks coffins are cute though so, y'know.

EITHER WAY with that all settled, he'll start shoving stuff back into his robes like a cretin and gesture forward vaguely.]

Shall we keep searching?

[ is everything in his citadel like this?

glad he's from a normal one. after giving the paperman one last, unsure glance, kara moves toward the next door. he doesn't want to think about other citadels too hard, anyway, especially not weird ones like this guy's.

anyway. the next car is... a salon! wow. there are so many brushes and... other accoutrements that kara doesn't recognize, but he thinks some of the other swords would like it here? not that it helps him get home. hm. ]

[HIS NONEXISTENT CITADEL IS BEING SO BLASPHEMED RIGHT NOW...

He'll follow along after, though, seemingly satisfied enough by Kara's acceptance of his new paperman friend to leave off any other questions. He does glance curiously around the salon, though... Immediately, he flounces over toward one of the styling sinks, flipping the faucet on and off and then rummaging through the little blue water container thingy with combs.]

What's this room supposed to be? Never seen a cart like this before... They really do have anything you could think of though, hah.

[ kara shrugs. it's stuff to make yourself look good, but he doesn't care about that? so he doesn't know what a fucking salon is. ]

It doesn't matter if it isn't a way home.

[ so he's gonna walk past all of it without a second glance ]

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