[mingle] the space (january).

[fracturamods]

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.

Comments

[dianxias]

Something like that. [ he's a daozhang. really. he's definitely not a god. he's absolutely not eight hundred years old. (he's definitely pretty weird, though.) ] I guess I don't get out that much. I'd like to hear about it, though!

[ says the man who is more or less a hobo.

he realizes once they get within a safe jumping distance and returns to a standing position, hands folded behind his back. even a little before jiang cheng tells him to, he's already stepping forward, light as a feather as he hops off of the sword and lands gracefully on the back of the train, one foot, then the other. it's small enough that there's barely enough room for two, so he leans backwards to get the back door open, then steps through into the train enough for them both to enter, offering the other cultivator a smile. ]

[goldenrepair]

Dao--

[Oh. The man just goes for it. Jiang Cheng doesn't even have time to try to wrangle Xie Lian over, the other man makes it look terribly graceful and easy. Hm. Definitely not a god or an eight hundred year old.]

About what, the sword or Yunmeng Jiang?

[Quickly, he steps after Xie Lian on to the balcony and, ducking just slight, inside. The sword swings carefully up and around, and he catches the hilt behind his back in his hand, making sure it's pointed out of the way until he can get in and sheathe it. Xie Lian wasn't wrong: it is a very nice sword. Sharp in its edges, details elegant.]

[dianxias]

Either! Both would be nice, though. It seems like maybe I've missed out on a lot of things.[ ah, such nice swordsmanship, too! xie lian claps his hands together, pleased with this discovery. how nice! it's always good to meet good cultivators. and people who can really appreciate a nice sword. (like not in the way wei wuxian does.)

he steps out of the way to let mister purple powerwalk lead their examination of the train, too. after you, jiang cheng.... after you. ]

[goldenrepair]

[Naturally, Jiang Cheng looks... skeptical, mostly because he's always rather sour regardless of how respectable he's trying his best to be. Unlike Wei Wuxian.

Xie Lian steps out of the way, and Jiang Cheng doesn't pause before he brushes by to lead. Hm. Seems he is rather use to doing this sort of thing, though maybe with other kinds of people than Xie Lian.]

Is there a reason you're so interested?

[His head swivels as he glances around the empty train car while they go. He had only stepped onto one other one. The mechanics were similar, but it looked very different.]

[dianxias]

Mm. Like you said, I don't know very much.... [ and he's quite curious, to be perfectly honest, about what sort of cultivators maybe he didn't know about. there's something so strange about this place...beyond the "electricity" (what) and everything else.

xie lian scratches his cheek, his expression changing into a briefly sheepish smile. ] Is it that odd...? I don't mean to pry, sect leader. It's just been a long time since I've gotten to see a powerful cultivator, is all. This daozhang is behind the youth, I think.

[ xie lian you look 17 but go off i guess ]

[goldenrepair]

It isn't odd, but it's suspicious. [If only because he doesn't know a damn thing about Xie Lian except name. But after a moment, he offers:] Sandu was given to me by my father.

[It's hard to tell what this may mean to Jiang Cheng. His lips don't exactly turn up into a fond smile, but they pull some at the corners. On the other hand, he doesn't frown like it's necessarily a bad thing.]

The Yunmeng Jiang sect's home is Lotus Pier. There's a large lotus lake and docks.

[dianxias]

That's fair enough. I can tell you a bit about myself, in exchange, but it's not a very exciting story. [ it's actually an extremely exciting story but that's neither here nor there.

xie lian hums, tilting his head. cultivating sects and families...these two things go hand in hand. ] It sounds like a lovely place. I don't think I've ever traveled anywhere near--maybe it's a bit too far south.