Fandom Rebirth of the Sun ---- a mdzs / untamed rp

[Aster]

善有善报 恶有恶报 -
"Do good, reap good; do evil, reap evil'."

People have gone missing from various towns, seemingly without a trace. More zombies have been lurking around as well, causing many cultivators to have their hands too full to deal with more "minor" problems. A few cultivators from various sects have been gathered to investigate the case of missing villagers. After all, death wasn't a concern as long as the dead remain dead; but the dead without bodies?

That was... worrisome.

Regardless, things must be answered for and the missing villagers are wanted found dead or "alive".

 

[Aster]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] rulan, yifeng [/div] [div class="bodytext"] "Hey, Jin Ling, ah. Can you slow down? The villagers have been missing for three days already. Rushing head first isn't going to make them magically reappear, y'know?"

"Tsk, that's something a useless person like you would say. Why are you following me anyways if you're complaining? Go your own way!"

"It's not that I'm want to follow you, you know? I have no choice but to chaperone you. Sandu Sengshou will have my head if anything happens to his darling nephew."

"Why you!" A fist was thrown and the rustling of fabrics could be heard, followed by a light-hearted laugh as a certain individual unsheathed his blade, only to hop upon it effortlessly. It zipped into the air, high up into the tree tops. The wind against the Heilan's face felt great.

Down below, an angry Jin Ling huffed in annoyance. "I don't need to be chaperoned. Just leave me alone!"

Heilan, glancing down with a smirk, laughed. "Okay, make sure you tell Sandu Sengshou you said that. It's not my responsibility if you get lost~" Heilan said with a wave, his eyes catching the sight of familiar looking black-robed cultivator.

It can't be now can it?

Resting his weight upon his foot forward, Heilan flew towards the figure, keeping out of sight until he was certain it was who he thought it was. Instead of making his presence known, the corners of his mouth pulled up mischievously and Heilan made himself scarce with every intention of jump-scaring the Shi-xiong he had not seen in years.

Hopping down silently from his Tianming, Heilan quietly sheathed his blade. His hand reached out with Bai Yifeng's shoulder as it's destination. Hopefully the gesture will prove a shock if unhindered.

tags: Nano​

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[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=namecon] [div class=instruct]❃❃❃[/div] [div class=role]gusu lan[/div] [div class=name]suxue[/div] [div class=nameo]suxue[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll][div class=dialogue]"It's finally happening."[/div] When was the last time she got to step past the Lan Sect's borders... and without aid, all by herself! Taking a deep inhale in just to savor the "fresher" (psychological) air of freedom, Suxue sighed as she walked down one of the more well-trodden paths through the Gusu forest, towards the nearest town which reported of the missing villagers. With her Xiefang strapped to her hip and her Xuehua tucked in her inter-spatial ring alongside enough rations to last her for a week, Suxue felt ready to take on the world.

So what if the mission ahead as a simple one? Everyone started small right? Baby steps... hopefully after succeeding in this task, her aunt and uncle will finally see her capability and allow her to participate in night hunts! Though of course, her parents will likely protest against it... The thought of which was discouraging.

Before Suxue could allow herself to be hampered with the reality of her background, she noticed a familiar face about to ascend on a uphill climb towards Gusu.

"Nie Qinfen?" She called out in curiosity. After confirming it was indeed in, her face lit up in pleasant surprise and joy at the chance to reunite with an old friend. "What are you doing here in Gusu?" she asked after greeting him with a small bow. It was then she learned that Suxue wasn't the only cultivator on this seemingly small task. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about the information, now knowing there were others in search of the villagers too.

Maybe her aunt and uncle didn't think her as capable after all. To know that she was given such a huge handicap made her hide a bitter smile.

"I can fill you in on the details if you like," Suxue suggested, having memorized everything she was briefed on. Having company... wouldn't be too bad, especially since it was Qinfen, whom she had not seen in a long while. It would also save him the trouble of having to travel up the Gusu mountains and down.

"And then afterwards, you can tell me how things have been for you in Bu Jing Shi (the Uncleaned Realm / Nie Sect residence)." The suggestion was made gently and soon after, they continued their journey down with Suxue telling Qinfen all she knew on the case.
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[Nano]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] Aster [/div] [div class="bodytext"] “Have you heard? People have been going missing lately.”

“Come back with something new to say. It’s not the first time one or two people have wandered off.”

“But hear this: there are rumors of a call for a full scale investigation, and I’ve heard some strange things about the disappearances…”

At first, Bai Yifeng had paid no heed to the oddly similar stories he had overheard from the many streets and past two teahouses he had made pit stops at. A wanderer like him didn’t have the luxury to mind each and every such flimsy rumor which reached his ears. However, on the third day since the onset of similarly worded gossip, the sheer recurrence of the mentions of locations in or close to Gusu piqued the interest of the black-robed cultivator.

As someone who always spoke honestly, Yifeng would never say he missed the Cloud Recesses. Considering their wall of ever increasing sect rules, it came as no surprise to his close associates when he grew fed up with the repressive atmosphere and broke ties with the sect. However, that didn’t mean he held no fond memories of his four years in the Gusu Lan Sect. He had managed to interact with many memorable people: Lan Suxue, Nie Qinfen, and even Jin Heilan (begrudgingly). Compared to his thirteen years on the road with his shifu, the two years since his leave weren’t much, but thoughts of his juniors, peers, and seniors still occasionally crossed his mind.

Perhaps it was high time to make a visit, he had thought, which brought him to his current engagement of leisurely making his way through the nostalgic forests of Gusu.

Suddenly, a gut feeling informed him that he was being watched. Suppressed only by his foreknowledge on how to handle such situations, the unexpected sensation nearly caused him to stiffen in surprise. As to not alert his stalker, Yifeng continued to walk with steady, uninterrupted steps while subtly tilting his gaze off to the side. In his peripheral, a small, red figure alighted upon a branch above his head.

Oh. Just a bird.

In a similar fashion, Yifeng casually brushed off a stray spiderweb which decided to hitch a ride upon his shoulder a few seconds later. His apprehension had lasted for but a split second, entirely replaced by his disgust towards the sticky sensation of the remnants of the web stuck on his fingertips. Thus, when what he assumed was a hand fell down on his shoulder to grasp it, Yifeng’s shoulder shook violently.

“Be gone with you!” he said while ducking away from his assailant. Though his volume was closer to a low growl than a shout, his tone was cold, subtly threatening the other party to retreat. However, his gelid gaze wavered the moment the flutter of gold embroidered cloth and a familiar, wicked grin entered his viewframe. Immediately, Yifeng’s wrinkled brow loosened into a disinterested expression.

“Your pranks have no taste.” Yifeng trailed off in the midst of giving the familiar boy a once over. A comment stating how he hadn’t changed much in two years nearly rolled off his tongue, but a disturbing observation sent it reeling back. In the past, Yifeng had been the taller of the two by a few centimeters. However, one look was enough to confirm that Jin Heilan had gained several centimeters over him during his two years of wandering, compared to Yifeng who had only grown a centimeter or two himself. Quite frankly, it was worrisome—not the Jin Sect’s prodigy but rather the shidi and shimei he hadn’t seen in those two years. Had they also grown to surpass him in height?

“Cloud Recesses…” Yifeng murmured, “I need to go.” Paying no further attention to Heilan aside from his rather casual manner of excusing himself, Yifeng turned back to continue on his way. Naturally, he departed with the hope that Heilan would continue on his own way rather than trail after him. Surely, no one had that much time on their hands, right? [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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Ecstatic to finally be on her first official mission LOCATION. Village near Gusu forest ATTIRE. the Nie sect uniform INTERACTIONS. @ myself lol[/div][/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll]Summer is a complacent sigh in the ever-changing melodies of the seasons, a time of stability in between the deterring pitter-patter of autumn and coaxing birdsong of spring. It arrives in tides, warmth gently wallowing over the land and its people to heat them from within; the change palpable in the more frequent exchanges of greetings and the outbreak of aimless smiles. In the towns the streets bustle with life anew, stalls opening up left and right in a diverse assembly of powdered spices, rusty red and jaundice on one end and freshly baked goods on the other. Toes being trodden on, ears ringing with the hollering of special deals and shoulders bumping; the controlled chaos of summer was indeed Qiuyu's favourite tune. Skipping rather than walking, hands interlinked behind her back and eyes twinkling attentively. The brunette did nothing to hide her joy at finally having been allowed outside the Unclean Realm's perimeter, clearly enjoying the venture despite its nature; her whole body perking up at the notion of being called. "Young Miss! Young Miss!" A shout came from behind, a scrambling figure soon emerging from the crowd with ropes of bells in tow. While his appearance was nothing noteworthy, merely an old man with a few extra pounds around his belly playing warrior dress up, the things he was carrying definitely were. Amulets and talismans, all branded with the signs of "to ward" and "to banish" laid out on a board along with translucent crystals*; his intentions and identity quickly becoming apparent. However, since the man had approached despite the distinct uniform she wore one could assume that he was more clueless than first presumed. Regardless of all, Qiuyu heeded his word and halted in her steps, allowing the man to catch up. A friendly anticipating smile upon her lips and weight shifting forward to the front of her feet as he crouched, huffing and puffing, before her. Despite her short stature she did not need to crane her neck to look the man in the eye, seeing as his back had reclined forward due to age (or weight) and as he still hadn't caught his breath from the few meters of running he had done to reach her. While not actually in any position to waste time she remained still, blue-jay eyes promptly relaxing as he began to speak. "Young Miss, surely you're not travelling alone in times such as these? I, who am an old man can see from your clothes that you're not of this land so perhaps you haven't heard yet of the strange disappearances that have been taking place in the surrounding areas." the man's face twisted into a worrisome frown as he listened to his own words, hands clasping fearfully around the edges of the board "This kind of thing reeks of demonic influence, people disappearing into thin air...it just cannot be anything done by man." His gaze momentarily trailed downwards, noting the sword by her hip with a hitch of his breath and a faltering step back. For a moment he stood silent, seemingly contemplating whether to continue the farce or not and whether it was a waste of time or not. Then, in what appeared to be a renewed determination he steeled his jaw and launched forward to quickly grab her hands; expression deeply despairing. "Please Young Miss, please consider getting some protection! That sword of yours won't protect you against the guei that await you outside this village but these charms will. A few pennies for your life is not something one should bargain." --- dictionary/additional notes - guei: a malevolent spirit who were not properly buried or whose families neglected the proper memorial offerings. - the transluscent crystals are supposed to be spirit stones. They can be used to cultivate (by absorbing the spiritual energy), create magical items, or power spell formations. - post will continue in Nie Yixin's post [/div][/div] [div class=quote]I wonder what shifu's reaction will be when he sees me.[/div][/div][/div]

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[div class="root"] [div class="flexcontainer"] [div class="flexbox"] [div class="seikamainL"] [div class="seikaIMG" style="background: url('https://i.pinimg.com/564x/04/bf/8e/04bf8e223b970fae40f8fe668745498e.jpg') 50% 25%/400px 600px no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="flexbox"] [div class="scrollbox"] [div class="JP" style="margin-top: 25px;"] 金神童 [/div] [div class="EN"] jin heilan [/div] [div class="indented"] [div class="accentheader"] location [/div] gusu forest
[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] yifeng [/div] [div class="bodytext"] The visible shudder and the pale look on his shixiong's face was enough for Heilan to double over in laughter. Ah, it was such a familiar sight that it almost rang nostalgically within him, reminding Heilan of the times he would chase his poor shixiong around with the unsuspecting bunnies he catches.

"Your pranks have no taste."

Ah, even that line was familiar. Heilan could find himself nodding in agreement, but instead of shame, he looked rather proud of himself. It was best to remain original after all. "Shixiong, it's good to see you again too," Heilan grinned, replying to words never said. He's confident enough to believe that Yifeng felt the same way... to some degree at least.

"But what are you doing here back in Gusu? I heard you defected from the clan a few years back. You should've dropped by Lanling Jin for a visit!" Heilan said, completely diverting from his original goal into now tailing the black robed cultivator. Given how he walked closely with him, in step with Yifeng, but fortunately, not close enough to accidentally brush arms, Heilan asked curiously.

"What do you need to go to the Cloud Recesses for? Don't tell me you're going to return back to that hellhole!" Heilan exclaimed, catching Yifeng's quiet murmur, "Shixiong, you shouldn't. The rules will bore you death. I heard from Jingyi that they've only added in more rules now," Heilan warned, his voice dipping in volume. Despite Yifeng's background and calm demeanor which seemed fitted for the Lan Sect, Heilan knew deep down, Yifeng must've been as bored as he was when Heilan was a guest cultivator there.

"Or could it be that you're entering the Cloud Recesses for different reasons..?" Heilan guessed aloud as he stopped suddenly in his tracks.

"Don't tell me you're also on the missing persons case."

It was an empty guess, but intuition told Heilan that this might be so.

However... that is strange. Why would the Sects send so many cultivators on such a meager task? Something told him, there was probably more to this request than he thought.

tags: Nano​

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[A Murder Of Corviknight]

These days, it wasn’t unusual for Qinfen to return to his sect only to be turned right back out with another assignment from his shifu or one of his shishu. Perhaps to make up for lost time because he had noticed the pattern a few years back. Though, when Qinfen really thought about it, it wasn’t surprising that the Qinghe Nie Sect was doing this. Each of the major sects had their prominent figures, even the Lanling Jin Sect still had their Jin Rulan (and Heilan)[1]. Why his sect seems to have their sights on him, instead of someone like his shifu or even his more capable fellow disciples, he didn’t understand.

Regardless of the reason, it didn’t change the fact that this time around his shishu was so quick to rush him back out of the sect that he forgot to give him the assignment detail. The shishu’s only words being, “Ah, Qinfen, most of the other disciples will be meeting in or near Gusu. It should be a quick assignment but it’s good for you to work with other disciples more.”

And of course, something about missing villagers. Unfortunately, that was the most information the shishu could give him before he was flying off for an assignment himself.

Which explained why currently, Qinfen was making his way towards Gusu instead of heading straight to the right location. However, it seemed like luck was on his side today, as he ran into Lan Suxue who was coincidentally heading out of Gusu. Nervous tension he didn’t even notice form loosened from his shoulders as he greeted her back. After quietly explaining to her what assignment he was here for, he finally smiled a little in relief when she offered to go over the details with him.[2]

“I’m grateful. Thank you, Suxue.”

Though his face fell a little when his friend suggested that he talk about his time in Bu Jing Shi… Still, Qinfen was attentive as he listened to Suxue explain in detail about their case as they made their way down towards their destination. Unfortunately for him, as all things do, Suxue’s explanation of the case detail came to an end. As much as he disliked talking about himself, he knew that his only friend[3] was asking out of concern rather than needling curiosity. It was only fair to put his friend’s mind and misplaced worries at ease.

“...I’ve...been well. Mother and shifu have been well also so that...puts me at ease. I’ve been asked to go on a lot of cases but--...” realizing what he was going to complain, Qinfen was quick to change his words. It would be...rude and not his place to complain about his elders. Even if he was to just say he was getting tired (and lonely) it wasn’t something he should be blabbering to Suxue. Qinghe Nie Sect matters...should stay within the sect.

“...I’m grateful. It’s good experience for me,” he finally said, careful to not accidentally meet his friend’s eyes.

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NAME. Nie Qinfen
OBJECTIVE. Not complain about the decisions of his elders
MOOD. Tired
LOCATION. Between base of the mountain Gusu is on and Gusu forest I think
NOTES. [1] Qinfan considers Heilan to be just as great as Jing Ling but he’s not going to touch that political mess even with a ten foot pole.
[2] I say smile here but honestly it looks more like smirk than a smile rip
[3] He has more friends than just Suxue! He considers hl and yf his friends but he isn’t confident enough to “assume” that they’re mutual friends without someone spelling it out for him.
TAGGED. mon

 

[mon]

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[div class=img1] [div class=mentions][div class=scroll] [div class=tag]mood[/div] pleasant
[div class=tag]location[/div] gusu forests
[div class=tag]interactions[/div] Nie Qinfen, Bai Yifeng, Jin Heilan
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[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=namecon] [div class=instruct]❃❃❃[/div] [div class=role]gusu lan[/div] [div class=name]suxue[/div] [div class=nameo]suxue[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll]Although it had been years since Suxue had last seen Qinfen, their friendship had solidified enough for her to catch onto the telltale signs of discomfort---signs which others mistake as malice (unknowingly to Suxue, and even if she does know, she would never understand why). Despite Qinfen being her senior, she cared for him as she would her shidis in the sect. It seemed there were few who knew of the male's anxiety and fragile temperament, which made Suxue value the mutual trust they share all the more.

"Qinfen," Suxue said gently, her voice knowing but not accusatory. It was clear that Qinfen was hiding something and Suxue had to carefully decide whether it as a time for her to inquire further or let go. Somehow, she knew that if she were drop the matter now, it may come off as cold disinterest---especially since this was their first meeting again in years.

With a small smile, she carefully took his hand and patted her free hand over the top of his palm. "You know I value your thoughts and feelings. Aren't I your bamboo forest?* But if it is not a matter you wish to pursue, I won't either. I just hope that time hasn't changed anything in our friendship," Suxue spoke with a sincere heart before gently releasing Qinfen's hand.

A smile in pause, Suxue continued, giving Qinfen an opportunity to change the topic if she wished, "I'm glad to hear that your family is doing well. I would've paid a visit sooner if things weren't..." Her words trailed off and Suxue's smile turned a bit awkward.

"Busy," she decides to say, knowing Qinfen would not push to question. Even if he does, it was difficult for Suxue to explain her situation. She could not outright disrespect her parents by exposing just how overprotective they were of her. As their first and only daughter, she could understand where they were coming from...

Before Suxue could say anymore, she noticed two more figures up ahead. A golden-robed male seemed to be pestering a black-robed cultivator and it only takes a split second to recognize who they were. With a small, surprised gasp, Suxue's countenance brighten at the reunion of more of her precious comrades. Even the sight of Heilan following Yifeng recalled similar memories of when they were back in the Cloud Recesses.

With the Lan Sect's rules heavily hammered into her, Suxue did not run or wave, but merely nodded her head in gesture to them for Qinfen. With a polite smile (her shining eyes betraying her inner feelings), Suxue greeted the two when they approached.

"Yifeng, Heilan. It is good to see you two again."

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*Bamboo forest refers to a proverb or story of an emperor who had no one to confide in, thus he would yell his worries into a bamboo forest to let the emotions in his heart out. It's similar to the proverb of yelling to the wind or into a hole in a tree. It's also meant as reassurance that whatever he says would not be shared with others / reliable vent space
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[Diphylleia grayi]

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Regretting saying yes to babysitting Qiuyu LOCATION. Village near Gusu forest ATTIRE. the Nie sect uniform INTERACTIONS. @ myself lol[/div][/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll]Black like the serenity which flows from the flicks of the tip of a brushstroke, they're two shadows intruding upon the otherwise vivid canvas; bringing muteness to a scene where it did not belong. Anyone else would've recognised the raven robes characteristic of the Nie sect, the regal yet sombre colour scheme an effigy of their beastly nature. Known as great warriors but also merciless killers, they differed from the rest in the choice of cultivating the darker side of humanity. Yet, somehow, that buffoon of a servant had managed to find someone oblivious to these facts. And it was a scam-artist on top of it all, a scam-artist who prided themselves on selling lies of the very thing that they, the cultivators, studied. Nie Yixin was currently biting her tongue, for she realised that Nie Huaisang had secretly placed a curse upon her. That curse being the scruffy dwarf that was Qiuyu (compared to Yixin that stood at the towering height of 6ft). And she had accepted it readily. "Please Young Miss, please consider getting some protection! That sword of yours won't protect you against the guei that await you outside this village but these charms will. A few pennies for your life is not something one should bargain." "That's assuming that they work." A voice suddenly chimed in, raucous yet composed, flat yet undeniably frigid. Imparting a slither of winter in the peak of summer that was palpable in the frosted shivers darting down one's spine. The man recoiled, shock and anger registering upon his face faster than he could hide it; fear right in tow as he met the faded viridian eyes that had him pinned on the spot. The towering figure that was now looming over the little girl had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, there having been no sound of approaching footsteps nor a glimpse of it emerging from the crowd. Had the noise of the crowd drowned them out? Still, for him to miss such a stark silhouette drawing near...it was almost like a predator stalking its prey. Gulping down he felt the sweat running cold against his back as he inched closer to the girl, grasp tightening around her lithe hands. "How presumptuous of you to imply that they wouldn't. Have you no respect for your elders?" The man snarled, frown deepening in response to the scoff and folding of arms that the figure reacted with. Before the figure had a chance to refute or argue against his claim, however, the girl suddenly interjected; head craning back to gaze up at the familiar contours of Yixin's clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. "Oh! You're back shijie, did you find anything?" She chirped in her silvery voice, lashes fluttering expectantly over starry-eyes. The figure froze for a second, eyebrows drawing into a scowl as she peered down at her short companion, a searching look in her gaze. Then, as if admitting defeat the taller released her arms, a last dagger being sent the man's way with a curl of her lips before pivoting around on her heel to walk away in long strides. Irredeemable. Qiuyu had, in the same moment as this took place, reversed the man's grip on her hands, her palms now pressing over the haggard skin of his knuckles instead. Flashing the latter a beaming smile she gave him a light squeeze before scampering off after the barging Yixin; turning around halfways in a twirling skip to wave. "Take care shushu*!". Confounded by the exchange that had just taken place the man stood gazing after the two, only realising after having looked that on his board now laid one less amulet and a few coins. "You do know that he was scamming you." Yixin stated coldly, glancing over at the Qiuyu that was inspecting the amulet. "Hmm..perhaps so but, y'know what, Qiuyu believes that he had good reasons to. So it's okay." She mused back, tying her purchase on the hilt to her dao. Turning her gaze forward again Yixin fixed it at the forest emerging before them at the horizon, a silent wonder of if there really was such a thing as a good reason to resort to lies resting in the unsaid. --- dictionary/additional notes - shushu: literally translates as “father’s younger brother”. Used to politely address men much older than the speaker. - Qiuyu refers to Yixin as shijie to denote her higher level of cultivation despite them being the same age. [/div][/div] [div class=quote]It's an idiot.[/div][/div][/div]

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[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Qinfen nodded his appreciation at Suxue but took in and released a slow calming breath as if releasing the tension that always seemed to gather on his eyebrows. Time, Qinfen has come to realize, wasn’t something that changed their friendship much. His friend was truly a bamboo forest to him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to blame his elders for his own feelings on the matter. It would be unfilial of him to stain the name of the elders of his own sect, even if it’s to just confide in a friend.

Just as he was about to reassure her however, both caught sight of two strangely familiar figures up ahead of them. Heilan, as always, was easy to recognize due to his brightness (both figuratively and literally). Yifeng, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult to recognize. Much to Qinfen’s embarrassment, he was harder to recognize due to his now dark robes and…

Qinfen squinted at Yifeng as the two came closer, unintentionally glaring at him. The tallest of the group flicked his gaze back and forth between Heilan and Yifeng to visually compare their heights. ...Did...Yifeng...get shorter?[1]

‘Ah...but that would be rude to ask,’ Qinfen thought. He was definitely curious but he didn’t want Yifeng to hate him. Especially, since Qinfen would like for them to be mutually friends one day.

Instead of asking such a strange question, he decided to just greet them quietly and politely as he used to. As nice as it was to have everyone meet again like this, even Qinfen couldn’t help but wonder how such a coincidence could happen. Their circumstances were much too different for all of them to be deployed in one area like this. Was...this not supposed to be a simple case for them to quietly resolve?

At the thought, Nie Qinfen felt stress slowly weight down on his eyebrows again...

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NAME. Nie Qinfen
OBJECTIVE. hello, dear friends
MOOD. help me i’m stressed
LOCATION. Gusu Forest
NOTES. [1] No, Yifeng did not, infact, get shorter. It’s bc he’s surrounded by giants. Qinghe Nie Sect seems to have a lot of tall ppl lol | [2] Sorry for the short post! And/Or any errors.
TAGGED. mon | Nano | Aster

 

[Nano]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] Aster , mon , A Murder Of Corviknight [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Increasing the speed of his gait, Yifeng sent up a silent prayer that Heilan would leave him be if he ignored him long enough. It was the case with most people, and the wanderer had long gotten into the habit of believing that, perhaps, if he refused to acknowledge it long enough, the problem might cease to exist.

“Perish the thought,” he could almost hear his shifu’s soft but firm voice echo. It was a silly hope—one that wasn’t so easily fulfilled. Not when Jin Heilan was involved. The troublemaker’s temperament had always been as persistent as a roach when it came to chasing down one of the many targets of his pranks. Unfortunately, he was that current target, fleeing from the questions being pelted at him rapidfire.

“I heard rumors,” he finally said, his words terse and uncaring for whether or not his intentions were conveyed. Heilan had more or less hit the nail on the head, sparing him from wasting his breath on further conversation. As for his thoughts on Heilan suggesting he have dropped by Koi Tower for a visit, they were likely better off remaining unsaid. Nevertheless, the corner of his mouth twitched in irritation upon spotting Heilan continuing to match his stride. The space between the two was enough to keep their arms and hands from accidentally touching, but it was still far from Yifeng’s preferred distance. Though he knew his efforts were likely to end in vain, Yifeng furtively shuffled two small steps to the side.

Right as the trees surrounding them grew less dense, Yifeng spotted two more familiar figures. One was dressed in dark robes, whom he recognized as Nie Qinfen, his silent reading companion during his days at the Cloud Recesses. The other, Lan Suxue, greeted them with a nostalgic smile, causing his mood to lighten, though his expression remained as indifferent as ever. It had been the sole cause of his hesitation, albeit as brief as a single blink, when he had prepared himself to step past Gusu’s borders two years ago.

“It’s good to see you two as well,” Yifeng returned Suxue’s greeting while choosing to tactfully ignore Qinfen’s gaze which alternated between Heilan and himself one too many times. Somehow, he had an inkling that the thoughts fueling Qinfen’s squint were incredibly rude, but surely, that wasn’t the case.

Instead, Yifeng turned his attention back to Suxue. It was unusual for her to be up and about outside of the Cloud Recesses given her seemingly deeply ingrained hesitance on stepping beyond the boundaries of the sect without good reason.

“What brings you here?” [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[Feyrie]

[class=variables] --accent: #8022cc; --image: url('https://i.imgur.com/SfhhG9G.png'); [/class] [div class=variables] [div class=bkg] [div class=sidebar][/div] [div class=header]JIANG YINGYUE.[/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Yingyue brings the cup up into her lips to take a sip of the clear liquid, “The weather is so lovely today.” she sighs contentedly. She sat on a large boulder while she mindlessly rubs the rim of the cup with her index finger holding it with both hands on her lap. She sat there for a few minutes, tilting her chin upwards so that she may bask in the warm rays of the sun. She moves her vision downwards, where her other companion had been resting on a tree branch while she drinks alcohol straight from the bottle. The two of them had been resting for quite some time after they had wandered aimlessly around the forest. They had somehow found themselves split up away from their fellow sect members. As to how they had gotten lost in the first place, it would have to begin from when they started: It had been months since she had gotten any contact of any kind from Jiang Wanyin. As time had passed further, she couldn’t prevent the worry in her heart since no matter how many messages she would send, she wouldn't get any reply. The more she thought of it, the more odd it was. Knowing how fastidious her cousin was, he would always make some time no matter how busy he was doing night hunts to reply back to her. A part of her couldn't help but be worried at the lack of contact. She wouldn’t be comfortable unless she personally joined the search. Her decision led to much protest as without Jiang Wanyin around, Yingyue was currently the one responsible in help keeping Yunmeng Sect together. Yingyue went so much effort in convincing and dissuading their fears of her leaving. Although, her looking was only part of the reason. Yingyue had decided to take the opportunity since her cousin was gone in order to leave Lotus Pier, enjoy the experience of traveling and have night hunts that weren't actually supervised. However, since she was also left in charge meant that they were unable to dissuade her once she made the final decision. Yingyue formed a small group of cultivators in their sect to join her since they would let her leave by herself. Many were sad to see her leave to see her go. The children would tug on her robes with teary faces asking her if she truly had to leave. Others would keep on giving her food until her arms were completely full as though terrified that she would starve while she was away. A few disciples would be whispering to one another, “Make sure,..” “....Don’t leave her out of your sight..” “...Can go missing..” but she didn’t take particular notice of it. For most of the part, their journey had been smooth-sailing. Yingyue was pleased to finally be free from dealing with mountains of documents in her room. They had been traveling seeking information on the whereabouts of Jiang Wanyin secretly. They couldn’t scare the public by addressing the truth that their Sect Leader might have gone missing and also leave their sect venerable with this information therefore they were performing Night Hunts while they searched for him. The latest information they had gotten was that of villagers going missing in a village near Gusu Lan Sect. They had rushed over to come however, Yingyue and Sze Daiyu ended up pulling ahead of the group and lost them. The two began by retracing their steps back to their fellow sect disciples but to no avail. After a while, the two had decided to take a break especially considering how nice the weather was that day. Yingyue eventually stood up, returning her now empty cup to be hidden away. “Come now, shimei, we should go before everyone else starts crying since they lost their way.” she approaches the younger female, gently urging her to come down so that they may resume their journey in finding the rest of companions. The two went through several discussions on where they should go, struggling between choosing left or right. It only became slightly better when Yingyue approached Sze Daiyu and noticed that she was holding the map the wrong way and corrected it. They went around the forest for a while until eventually Yingyue picked up some noises coming from a certain direction. They followed the noises, slowly getting louder and louder as they got closer. “Shijie! We finally found you!” Someone dressed in very familiar purple robes came running towards her. Another one of them came running approaching her. “Tell the others that we've found Jiang Yingyue.” One of them addresses the other to rely the news to the rest of them, who were probably still out there looking for them. “Are you alright, shijie? Why did you go ahead? Don’t you know how worried we were?” Immediately they got her surrounded, afraid that if they let her out of their sights they’ll lose her again. “I’m alright, don’t worry.” she pats their head. “I’m sorry I’ve gotten you all worried.” They waited for a while for all of them to be reunited. “This is the village that they were talking about,” Immediately they started sharing the information they’ve gathered while looking for them. Yingyue hums in acknowledgement as the representatives of Yunmeng Jiang Sect officially enters the village. [/div][/div] [div class=tagbar] [div class=tagcont][div class=tag]interactions[/div]
Sze Daiyu [/div] [div class=tagcont][div class=tag]tags[/div]
Stale Biscuit [/div] [div class=tagcont][div class=tag]location[/div]
Somewhere in Gusu Forest to the Village nearby[/div] [div class=tagcont][div class=tag]mood[/div]
"The weather is great today." [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[Stale Biscuit]

「施代玉」sze daiyu
"I can't read this map."​

location: Village near Gusu Forest

with: Jiang Yingyue

tags: Feyrie

outfit: yunmeng uniform (with extra layers)

What a lovely day it was for a drink. The sun sat high above the two women which was normally not something that Daiyu enjoyed as the sunlight was harmful to her skin. However, its usually intrusive rays were halted by the few clouds that roamed freely in the sky, a small blessing. The air was crisp, a nice change when compared to the mugginess of Lotus Pier, a consequence of being stationed in the middle of a lake. Though it never truly bothered her before, the noticeable difference made her appreciate these outings a bit more than she would have otherwise. Daiyu sat lazily on one of the many tree branches, a leg hanging loosely off the edge as she fiddled with the closed top of a glass gourd container. It did not take her long to remove the thick piece of cloth from around the nozzle, her fingers making quick work the red string that bound them together. Soon, she took a large swig of what could only be sake as water was something that rarely touched her lips if she had any choice in the matter. She drank slowly, savoring the sweetness of the wonderfully brewed rice wine. Satisfied, she adjusted her position on the branch and slowly closed her eyes to the lullaby of birds chirping nearby ... or, so she would have liked were it not for a certain young miss that called to her from afar.

"Shimei, huh? Could you at least drop the formalities when we're alone?" she entreated, peeking at her companion who stood a foot away from her.

In all honesty, Daiyu could have spent the rest of her day here bathing in the shade of tree leaves. However, that was a fool's dream for she was not here to leisurely lounge about and drink, as much as she would have liked to. No, this was a matter work, a few mixing villagers here and there. She didn't think it was important enough for the sect to send a slew of cultivators to check it out, more specifically, it was unecessary to send her out with them. However, as lazy as she is, even she was not idiotic enough to ignore orders from the ones above her. Not if she didn't want to hear her shifu laughing at her while being punished for her disobedience yet again.

"Must we leave now? Could we not at least stay for a little while longer? It's not as if we exactly know where we are." she stated, the expression on Yingyue's face telling her all she needed to know.

A sigh escaped from her lips, the only indication that she was slightly annoyed since her face gave little to her emotions. The young woman leaned against the air falling down in the process. Were it not for her legs that clung to the back of the branch she would have fallen face first onto the forest floor. Now she hung like a bagworm in its cocoon, her hair appearing as a forest of black tendrils that floated a few centimeters above the ground.

"Fine." she muttered in her usual monotone voice, swinging her body forward to land on the opposite side of the tree.

Returning to her friend's side, she placed her emptied bottle into the bag that clung to her side before the two continued their journey deeper into the forest. They struggled to read the map her shifu had given her before their departure only for Yingyue to tell her she was holding it incorrectly. An hour or so of blindly walking through the forest, Daiyu eventually caught on to the tantalizing smell of mung bean cake in the distance. Yingyue must have also smelled it for they two both moved in the same direction, or maybe it was the audible sound of voices. Either way, they two finally made their way out of the forest and was greeted by other fellow disciples. Well, Yingyue was greeted as they rushed to her side, checking every inch of her to make sure she was in good condition. Must be annoying, she thought while plopping one of the water chestnut cakes she had carefully stowed away in her bag into her mouth.

"And Daiyu, how could you just let the miss walk off like that!" a hoarse voice called from the crowd of purple uniforms.

"Mmmhmf, mhhmf" she mumbled what could roughly be translated to, "She's the leader and I followed." Of course the young man couldn't decipher her words, but she was not in the mood to repeat herself less she wanted to waste the delectable flavors of her snack. Another fellow came with his own complaint, but their nonsensical growls were the least of concerns. Once everything settled and everyone was done with their worrying or complaining the Yunmeng sect finally entered the village. Glancing at Yingyue, her friend appeared happy enough, the sound of her hums reassuring her that she was alright. Pushing through the crowd, she took her position next to the active sect leader while placing another chestnut cake into her mouth.

"Sho, what's the plan shijie?" she asked mid chew, wondering what they were to do now that they were in the village.

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[Aster]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] yifeng, suxue, qinfen [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Yifeng's cold indifference was almost as nostalgic as Suxue's warm smile and Qinfen's anxious look. While Heilan had half-expected a cold-shoulder response (as he was lucky to even get a reply at all), Yifeng's detachment and lack of concern rubbed him in a sort of way that did not sit well with him. With a smile ever present on his face and empty words sliding off his tongue, the light in his eyes dimmed a bare noticeable degree.

And it would've likely stayed that way if not for Suxue and Qinfen's appearance. "Shijie! Shixiong!" Heilan's pace quickened, soon passing Yifeng as he waved at the two in front of him. Instead of colliding with them, he slowed himself down enough and gave an enthusiastic and respectful bow in greeting.

"It is good to see you two again. I'm glad that you two seem to be doing better than Yifeng," Heilan smiled innocently, despite the unmistakable insult in his words.

Unfazed, Heilan turned his attention back to Yifeng and sighed, placing both of his hands on the male's shoulders. "Look at our poor Yifeng, Suxue. Doesn't he look thinner shorter?" His expression twisted into one of sympathy and concern; though in a brief glance at Qinfen, Heilan's lips threatened to curl.

He must've noticed, Heilan knew, Qinfen's intimidating stares which alternated between him and Yifeng were undisguised.

"We should head to town together. Let me buy you a meal to make sure you're well fed. A tree with no heart withers and dies*," Heilan smiled as he patted Yifeng's shoulders. The proverb, though simple, was wrong and Heilan corrected himself only after a second pause. "Or was it a tree planted without heart withers and dies? Hahah, I must've remembered it wrongly~" Heilan laughed carefreely, "My bad, my bad. Since we're all together, why don't I buy you all a meal too?" He shifted, hands removing themselves from Yifeng to clasp behind his head.

"It's been too long since we were last together," Heilan suggested, the subtle edge in his demeanor now replaced with his usual sunny disposition.

additional notes
[1] He's being salty.
[2] Heart can also mean compassion, love or warmth. The correct proverb's meaning is very different from what Heilan said, despite the slight change in words. It's so slight that it could easily be overlooked as a simple mistake.

tags: Nano mon A Murder Of Corviknight​

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[Diphylleia grayi]

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LOCATION. Village near Gusu forest ATTIRE. the Nie sect uniform INTERACTIONS. Stale Biscuit & Feyrie [/div][/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll]It was a strange situation indeed, for people to disappear in such a short span of time along with the prominent cultivators who would eventually set out after them; it would quickly become apparent for anyone that what they were dealing with weren't mere guei as the merchant had alluded to in his sales pitch. As per the rules of the Yiling Patriach himself, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation, it was said that for a guei to be classified as ferocious it was to kill at least one person a month persistently for the duration of three months. However, what they were dealing with here was a case of much higher numbers than that aforementioned principle and could thus be presumed to be something far more troublesome. The fact that the guei could've multiplied in numbers as a consequence of the disappearances was not a possibility Yixin disregarded but there was a glaring hole in this theory. That being the bodies that had disappeared without a trace! Regardless of guei or not, their bodies would've still existed so to speak. But in the reports there had been discrepancies in the sightings of guei and the number of missing people. This could be attributed to it being common sense to not endanger oneself needlessly, but amidst the ranks of those missing people there also happened to be cultivators. Although the latter had piqued her interest, Yixin had been far from feeling prompted to take action. She could, after all, not care less about what happened to the cultivators of other sects. If they died or disappeared it was due to their own incompetence, nothing less, nothing more. However, upon being made aware that Nie Huaisang had chosen Qinfen as the first man to be assigned the mission she had dropped her sword on the spot; quickly making way to the sect leader to question his decision. While reluctant to let her go he had eventually relented on one condition, to take a partner with her. Why this partner had to have been Qiuyu was beyond her comprehension. One could tell from a single glance that while the girl was a decent fighter she lacked experience as well as wits. It was as if that leader willed for misfortune to befall her, urging her to extract a tooth from a tiger's mouth* by taking this fool along. Or perhaps he meant for it to be a storm which tests the strength of a blade of grass?* How laughable, the youngster inwardly commented, an audible scoff escaping between steeled jaws as the creases around knit brows deepened. I have no reason to follow his orders, if that man believes he has the advantage here then he's sorely mistaken. As this thought crossed her mind the girl beside her suddenly halted, eyes squinting in scrutiny as if she had spotted something interesting in the crowd before them. And interesting it certainly was, as one would by following the direction of her gaze, come to greet the sight of purple flowing robes; familiar yet also foreign. Having seemingly arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously, the Qinghe Nie disciples exchanged looks. One alit with the uncurbed excitement of widened eyes and gaping jaw and one, cocking a raised brow as arms folded over her chest. Qiuyu squealed "Isn't that the YunmengJiang sect uniform?!". A silent suspicion tugging at the corner of her mouth, Yixin pressed her lips together "Sure is." --- dictionary/additional notes - 虎口拔牙 Hǔ kǒu bá yá [hu kou ba ya]tiger mouth pull up tooth To extract a tooth from a tiger's mouth To be very daring and/or to take unnecessary risks - 疾风知劲草 [疾風知勁草] Jí fēng zhī jìng cǎo [ji feng zhi jing cao]storm know strength grass A storm tests the strength of a blade of grass Being put to the test in harsh circumstances. To show resolution under extreme stress. Remaining loyal to a cause when the going gets tough.. [/div][/div] [div class=quote]Time for sum regrettable mistakes.[/div][/div][/div]

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[div class=tag]interactions[/div] Nie Qinfen, Jin Heilan, Bai Yifeng
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[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=namecon] [div class=instruct]❃❃❃[/div] [div class=role]gusu lan[/div] [div class=name]suxue[/div] [div class=nameo]suxue[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll][div class=dialogue]Has it really been that long since the last time I saw you?[/div]

The eyes which met Yifeng's own gaze was unwavering and subtly touched with a melancholy that threatened to betray her relieved smile. Like Qinfen, it was a strange sight to see Yifeng whom Suxue had last seen in clear white Lan Sect robes now dyed black in freedom, without regret. He's grown, she noticed, though it was nothing comparable to Heilan and Qinfen (albeit she knew Qinfen to have much potential for physical growth given his build).

How have you been? How was the outside world like? Why are you back?

Those were questions which Suxue could not bring herself to ask. After all, the potential of confrontation was far too great and Suxue was taught that one had to learn to surrender much on the path of the Dao. Her friends* were just one of the many things she'd have to learn to let go, but Suxue had never thought she'd lose her own*.

Unable to blame him for his departure, Suxue could only bitterly anguish over her own cowardice and cultivated in seclusion. Her guqin remained untouched for a year until the soreness in her chest finally numbed into something more tolerable. At least now she could face him with a genuine smile, however small it may be. She had always known Yifeng was a black crow, destined to stretch his wings out to join with the endless night sky. Her sentiments went out to him and all her friends, even if they were to reach places she could never.

At least this time, things were different.

This time, Suxue did not have to sit back and watch as her friends progressed without her. This time, she could do something too!

Her smile grew in grace at the thought as her gaze fell on Heilan and Qinfen. Maybe someday she could even catch up to these two and make a name for herself.

That smile did not last too long unfortunately as it soon became strained with concern and confusion. Heilan's indirect insults did not go unnoticed, but it was far too trivial for one to comment (not that she would, given her personality). She smiled wryly, casting Heilan a look to behave himself. As always, Suxue gave him the benefit of the doubt, wondering if she was merely over-analyzing his words.

Heilan was bright after all. It wouldn't make sense for him to mix up such a simple proverb but whatever he was trying to convey to Yifeng, seemed to be personal. Knowing how her shidi could likely sow discord, especially with the excessive physical contact, Suxue was quick to change the topic.

"We're here to investigate the disappearance cases. It's strange how no one has found any bodies yet it's suspected that the situation isn't as simple as it seems," Suxue answered, "Qinfen and I were on our way to the villages."

"It's been too long since we were last together."

Suxue couldn't agree more and so, she silently agreed to Heilan's offer and the four made their way down to the villages when it was learned that they were heading the same way. Along the path down, Suxue noticed two people off the path in familiar robes of purple. One looked to have a similar frame to her friend Jiang Yingyue, but Suxue must be mistaken.

The last time she wrote to the babe, she had learned that Yingyue had been put in charge of matters in the Jiang sect* and given the amount of responsibilities on her plate, it was highly unlikely that Yingyue was far out here in Gusu. Besides, wouldn't she have written to Suxue about a visit if she had?

So, the thought was dismissed and Suxue had continued on until they reached the nearest town.


[div class=dialogue]additional notes[/div]

• Most of Suxue's friends are guest disciples from outside sects.
• Suxue refers to Yifeng in this sense because they are from the same generation and sect, so naturally, his leaving the sect came as a bigger shock to her.
• It also doesn't help that disciples rarely leave a sect (which acts like a family or clan) due to strong ties of loyalty.
• I'm not sure if this is common knowledge to other people yet. I'll change it if necessary.

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[Feyrie]

[class=variables] --accent: #8022cc; --image: url('https://i.imgur.com/SfhhG9G.png'); [/class] [div class=variables] [div class=bkg] [div class=sidebar][/div] [div class=header]JIANG YINGYUE.[/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The village was full of boisterous noises which brought a sense of comfort to Yingyue compared to the peaceful silence in the forest which they experienced earlier. It reminded her of home. All the different sounds and voices were a gentle reminder that life existed and each sound represented another person’s life. However, looking around was a firm nudge that she was no longer in the confines of Lotus Pier. It had been days since they had left for a journey. Sometimes the female wouldn’t believe it, when she closed her eyes- she could still see her nightmare of endless documents that she needs to take care of. All would be technically fine, if it weren’t for all the disciples chirping around her . Each one of them were seeking her attention. It was inappropriate conduct that Jiang Wanyin would frown upon but Yingyue helped indulged in her fellow sect disciples. They, too, needed to vent out in some form. Yunmeng Sect’s current leader were far too straight-laced and if they weren’t careful, they might end up becoming the second of Gusu Lan Sect. Yingyue did what she could in order to prevent it from happening. Yingyue would look around the village. She could see some merchants beckoning passersby to come and look to their wares. There were those selling hair accessories, candied art and all sorts of interesting things. Yingyue was particularly fascinated as an old craftsman was sugar painting*. “Here you go, honored cultivator.” he offers his newly finished masterpiece to her. It was a butterfly. “Thank you.” she bowed in respect as she took the sweet sculpture with both hands. Yingyue reaches out to pay for it but one of them was faster than her, “Shijie, I’ll pay for it.” One of them offered as he handed the craftsman a few taels to pay for it. “Alright, thank you shidi, I’ll repay you next time.” she thanked him. “No, no, it was only a few taels, shijie. If it makes you happy then it’s fine.” he replied. She admired the sugar glass that was shaped into the butterfly while they continued walking around. "Sho, what's the plan shijie?" Yingyue turned to the stoic female who was talking with her mouth full. “Daiyu-shimei, how many times have I told you not to speak when your mouth is full.” she takes a handkerchief from her sleeve pocket and wipes the crumbs that was all over her mouth and chin. “Mmmm…” she twirled the sugar painting in her hand after returning her handkerchief. “Why don’t we have a meal first?” the female suggested to the rest of them. “The rest of you are probably hungry as well from running around so early.” she commented, her gaze towards Sze Daiyu eating gave an underlying meaning as though she had been suggesting it since she was already taking a snack which brought her attention that the rest of them might be famished as well. She was acting as though she didn't have hidden agendas to sample the local cuisine herself while taking it easy. “Now then, let’s go to a teahouse and order some dishes.” They started moving around the area looking for a respectable teahouse. They eventually found one that seemed large enough in order to accommodate their party of eight, including Daiyu and her. When they moved closer, one of the shimeis whispered to her ear. “Shijie, shijie- in front of us, aren’t they disciples of the Qinghe Nie Sect?” she had questioned. Based on the robes and the sword that they carried, it really seemed she was correct. The group approached her as they bowed in greeting, led by Yingyue. “Greeting fellow cultivators,” she greeted with her usual pleasant smile “What has brought you here?” she can’t help but question as disciples were not ordinarily let around to roam freely. The reason most likely has been regarding the missing villagers case. She only spoke out of courtesy and in order to avoid assuming. Yingyue made a quick glance in their surroundings. This wasn’t the proper setting to discuss matters so she quickly went to mediate the problem by speaking up once more, “This isn’t really the proper place to discuss with one another. Why don’t you come and join us for a meal?” she suggested. additional notes

• is a form of traditional Chinese folk art using hot, liquid sugar to create two dimensional objects on a marble or metal surface. Melted sugar is carried by a small ladle made by bronze or copper. After it cools, it will be stick to a bamboo stick and removed using a spatula. It looks like this.

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[Nano]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] Aster , mon , A Murder Of Corviknight [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Each successive insult thrown his way added more pressure under the pot lid keeping Yifeng’s irritation contained. The creases on his brow deepened, eventually forming a visible frown which nearly curled into an expression of disgust had it not been for Suxue’s intervention. For the sake of keeping the peace that Suxue had scrambled to preserve, Yifeng grit his teeth and ignored the itch to knock Heilan’s sticky paws away with Qingshui’s sheath. However, he notably moved his sword from his waist to his hand, fully prepared to retaliate if Heilan dared touch him again. Lan Qiren had once fiercely lectured him on his inappropriate conduct concerning the use of a proud cultivator’s sword, but Yifeng had only ever “taken his lesson to heart” when present before the esteemed cultivator. Outside the walls of the Cloud Recesses, using it as a stick to ward off petty fiends was a perfectly noble use.

“Mind your space over my stomach,” he muttered darkly, though he withheld any further dissent towards Heilan’s suggestion that he treat them to a meal. Though no words of confirmation had been expressly stated, he could sense the collective agreement silently shared amongst the group. In the end, he also couldn’t disagree that it had been too long since they had last come together, and a light meal before departing wouldn’t harm anyone.

Sightseeing hadn’t been part of his agenda, but Yifeng, with nostalgia glazing his eyes, found his head distractedly turning this way and that when the small band of cultivators reached the nearest town. The Cloud Recesses had been and, in all likelihood, still was an insufferably stuffy place, but Gusu was nevertheless the sole residence that he had remained stationed at for more than a few months—a remarkable four years, at that. Having spent so many of his fleeting nineteen years of age within a single area, it was difficult not to develop a certain fondness for it in particular, though nowhere enough to tether him down. Thus, when a young adolescent who appeared only a few years younger than them bumped into Suxue, the black-robed cultivator was slow to react.

“Sorry,” the plainly dressed youth mumbled before hurriedly scurrying away in an all too familiar manner.

A pickpocket. Yifeng thought, his neck snapping towards the direction where the little thief had deftly slipped into the steady stream of pedestrians. Though he hadn’t been able to catch the thief in action, he had encountered enough of them during his travels to be familiar with their general actions.

“Suxue, is your coin pou-” Suddenly, Yifeng recalled a brief flash of silver and the awkward manner in which the pickpocket had crossed his arms while fleeing the scene. Fearing for the worst, he quickly glanced towards Suxue’s waist, and, to his horror, his worries were confirmed true.

“He… took Xiefang...” he said, completely dumbstruck by the situation and freezing in place rather than chasing after the thief for lack of better judgement. Cultivators were a common target, as many were wealthy and carried generously filled coin pouches, but it was the first time he had ever witnessed someone so bold as to steal an entire sword. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Like how it did in the past, Qinfen’s anxious and circling thoughts came to a quick halt at Heilan’s enthusiastic and thankfully loud greeting. Instead of the constant worries, he found himself feeling pleasantly nostalgic at the sight of so many people that he liked in one place. ...Though such pleasant feelings were also quick to be squashed by Heilan. With each intentional unintentional verbal jab at Yifeng [1], he felt himself slowly freeze into place more and more. Each jab was like an additional brick being firmly slapped down on top of his head. He felt the familiar clumsy urge to step between the two before they decided to get into a scuffle right then and there. But yet again, he hesitated. Yes, Yifeng left and that hurt everyone involved...

‘...But was it truly his place to step between friends? Did he even have a right to feel hurt about it?’

Thankfully, before he had to dwell on it and distract himself further, Suxue (as always) swiftly scrambled to switch to a much safer topic. And with the safer topic, they were soon peacefully made their way into the nearby town. Once they got into town, Qinfen was careful to avoid direct eye contact with any of the civilians to lessen their unease. He was too used to witnessing others flinch under his direct gaze and had grown up getting used to such a habit. Still, the young cultivator idly watched the hustle and bustle of the town. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he did note that while the townsfolk were still lively there was a vaguely subdued air to some families. It was more obvious with those that glanced at their group with hesitant...hope(?) in their eyes.

‘Maybe...they know something? It would be helpful...’

Used to being dispatched by himself these days, Qinfen was about to pull away from the group and try to inquire one of the merchants about the case. However, just as he pulled slightly in front of Suxue to do so, he felt his friend being slightly jostled before a youth bolted past them. Though he frowned in protective disapproval, he didn’t really think it was a successful thief. After all, didn’t all cultivator children get taught to hide their coins and keep a vigilant hand on their weapons? Not to mention, what would a civilian even do with a stolen weapon of a cultivator--

“He… took Xiefang...”

…

Even for Qinfen, he couldn’t help but give Suxue a helplessly blank expression on his face.[2] The young cultivator was so bewildered at the ridiculousness of the unexpected situation that his brain seemed to have shut down briefly in self-preservation. Instead of a more useful thought, Qinfen blankly remembered, ‘Ah...that’s right. Suxue...Suxue never really left the Gusu Lan Sect by herself…

‘How could--why would...no, how dare…???’

As if a more sensible part of his brain finally turned back on, an unfamiliar feeling of indignance for Suxue emerged. Without a word, Qinfen finally took off after the thief with a strangely focused and thunderous look on his already intimidating face. Too focused on the problem at hand to think of any consequences [3], Qinfen didn’t even notice that his path was strangely cleared of townsfolk. Nor did he notice that, due to what looked like anger on his face, the civilians had cleared the way for Qinfen.

‘This kid...is surprisingly nimble and slippery? But it’s too dangerous to fly this low in town...’ Qinfen thought absentmindedly. To his confusion, the youth bothered to look back to see who was following him, only to yelp in terror. Defying the laws of nature, the youth somehow ran faster.[4]

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NAME. Nie Qinfen
OBJECTIVE. catch the thief!
MOOD. brain is 60% back online
LOCATION. town (likely back near the edge of town/slums but whoever posts next for this group can put us anywhere)
NOTES. [1] qinfen knows that they’re intentional but he’s trying to convince himself hl doesn’t mean it | [2] qinfen.exe has crash due to system error (his thoughts are running in circles atm l-lol) | [3] ah mission mode on. usually qinfen overthinks things before getting a move on | [4] tbh it’s probably because the kid lives here and knows the pathways like the back of his hands l-lol
TAGGED. mon | Nano | Aster

 

[Aster]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] yifeng, suxue, qinfen [/div] [div class="bodytext"] While Yifeng's response to Heilan's comments was brushed aside with a cheerful hum, the others continued on to town, with neither of them putting mind that Heilan would follow through with Yifeng's request. At the very least, after those playfully biting remarks, Heilan kept himself in check. He chattered on about mindless things, encouraging his friends to visit Koi Tower when they have the chance.

"The flowers are in bloom around this season, Suxue. You should come check it out. Yifeng-xiong and Qinfen-xiong would like it too. It's considered one of the best flower viewing spots in---" While Heilan had sensed the oncoming rascal, he did not think much of it, even if the kid's trajectory was falling rather close to their group. Having gave the kid the benefit of the doubt, he did nothing until he saw a flash of white unhook from his shijie's waist and the teen quickly taking off.

Did he just?

Surprised, Heilan had stopped midway in his sentence and without a second delay, right after the words left Yifeng's mouth, Heilan shouted with his feet moving after than his head. "Hey, you rascal! Get back here!" Quickly joining him in the run was Qinfen, who soon caught up and even almost surpassed Heilan in his speedy strides. Given Qinfen's towering built, Heilan was unsurprised to see just how great of a distance those long limbs could carry him, but the glare upon Qinfen's face was intense, causing even Heilan to wilt back a bit.

Then it hit him. Why did he even bother doing things this way? Unsheathing his sword and throwing it up in the air for momentum, his fingers stretched out to steady Tianming up in the air and with a practiced hop, Heilan was whipping through the air, above the heads of those who glanced up to see what was happening. If the Jin elders saw him now, there was no doubt he'd be scolded for making a show out of his blade. Flying was after all, only used when utmost necessary.

Considering how his shijie's Xiefang was going to be taken away by some brat, Heilan would consider this an unavoidable necessity.

With an aerial advantage, Heilan was able to catch up to Qinfen, noting the small alleyways which the boy would duck into to get away. "Qinfen! To your left!" Heilan shouted when it seemed like the others were going to lose sight of the kid. While Heilan may have good control over his Tianming, flying fast through narrow spaces was difficult and dangerous. From up here, there was not much he could do to physically aid the group until he remembered---

"Suxue! Call your Xiefang back to you!" Heilan shouted, wanting to inwardly smack himself for forgetting the most obvious solution. The shock of having a cultivator's sword stolen must've really taken the group aback.

tags: Nano mon A Murder Of Corviknight​

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[div class=tag]location[/div] village slums
[div class=tag]interactions[/div] Nie Qinfen, Jin Heilan, Bai Yifeng
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[div class=tag]tags[/div] A Murder Of Corviknight Nano Aster
[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=namecon] [div class=instruct]❃❃❃[/div] [div class=role]gusu lan[/div] [div class=name]suxue[/div] [div class=nameo]suxue[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll][div class=dialogue]Did that really just happen?[/div]

It felt like just a second ago, Suxue was happily walking and chatting with her friends. Her blade Xiefang, sheathed in smooth ivory, hung from her waist and a blink later, all that rested at her hip was the pale realization that she had been robbed.

Her face paled almost as much as the others and hearing Yifeng's confirmation had her internally crumbling.

"A...ah..." Too shock to form words, a million thoughts raced through Suxue's mind. The shock came so greatly to her that her first instinct was not to chase after the boy, but merely to ponder the terrible fate which awaits her should she return to the Lan sect without her blade. What would her aunt and uncle say? They'd never let her out again. No, has this ever happened in cultivator history? A cultivator losing their blade---that's absurd! It's unheard of and yet... it has happened.

And it was just Suxue's luck that it was her who had to break history. She'd never be able to live down the shame. This might as well be the last time she saw the blue sky. A lifetime of seclusion awaits her...

Before her soul could fully leave her body in shock, guilt and shame, Suxue was brought out of her thoughts when her friends sprung into action.

"Suxue, we'll get Xiefang back," Yifeng said firmly. It was the certitude in his voice and the determined look in his eyes which encouraged Suxue to pursue the thief alongside Qinfen and Heilan.

He's right. It's much too early to give up now.

Shakily, she nodded and began chase. It was only at Heilan's instruction did Suxue finally recall her ability to call Xiefang back, but still she hesitated, seeing how the wild youth ran with such desperation (a likely result from Qinfen's murderous aura).

"But what if I hurt him?" Suxue asked aloud, not trusting her in ability to maneuver her blade in such a concise manner. Though she had trained with Xiefang for many years, this would be the first time she'd be putting her skills to practical use.

"He's going to hurt himself regardless if you let him run around with that!" Heilan replied back, successfully convincing Suxue to retract her comment.

With a wave of her hand, the link between cultivator and blade still present, she tugged on that invisible string and Xiefang came flying back (thankfully, without cutting any fingers). The young youth looked surprised as the sheathe he held suddenly grew lighter and upon seeing it now empty of the blade, his surprise caused him to trip over his own feet, falling hard on his face.

The cool hilt of Xiefang rested back in Suxue's palm, though the babe cringed visibly at the kid's fall. That looked like it hurt. Instead of feeling angry, she was worried. Hopefully she hadn't hurt the child, even if it was wrong for him to steal.

"Little brat, how dare you steal from my shijie," Heilan huffed as he flew down on his sword. Qinfen however, managed to grab the fallen kid by the scuff of his shirt and pulled him up. Heilan, who had jumped down from his blade and sheathed his Tianming, proceeded to land a good hit on the back of the kid's head.

It was similar to the hits Heilan would receive for his misbehavior---neither violent nor soft. "Hasn't anyone taught you that stealing is wrong?" Heilan scowled.

Suxue approached them, just grateful to have Xiefang back in her hands. The poor kid, she thought, knowing how intimidating it must be to be surrounded by renowned cultivators with... overbearing presences.

One look at Qinfen's angry face seemed to have caused the boy to knock out in fear or exhaustion. The poor kid resigned to his fate, perhaps foaming in the mouth. Neither of the males seemed to have noticed until Yifeng had to quietly point out, "Guys, I think he passed out."

"..."

"Oh dear," Suxue sighed.

Now this was a predicament.
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[Stale Biscuit]

「施代玉」sze daiyu
"That is indeed a lot of work."​

location: Village near Gusu Forest (Tea House)

with: Jiang Yingyue, Nie Yixin, Wu Quiyu

tags: Feyrie , Diphylleia grayi

outfit: yunmeng uniform

Daiyu’s question was met with a handkerchief and a minor scolding concerning her dining etiquette. Were she truly interested in their next step she would have persisted with her questioning. Instead, she leaned in a bit closer to help Yingyue’s effort to clean her face for who she was to deny her companion of cleaning her? Once finished, Daiyu licked the crumbs off her fingers so as to not waste a single speck. Food was as important to her as water was for a fish, and every bit of it should be enjoyed.

“Thanks.”

With her face now presentable, she took a slight interest in investigating the village itself. Scanning her surroundings, she had to wonder if there was a mistake in the report. The village seemed fine enough from what she could discern. From the multiple vendors who opened their shops to the villagers who partook in their daily activities, everything seemed to be running smoothly. However, for what she could see, she also sensed the fleetingness of this happy atmosphere that almost felt surreal to her. While the merchants continued their businesses and people purchased their wares, she noticed that some were distancing themselves as they approached. One was a group of elderly women covering their mouths as they conversed in secret with one another. A peculiar scene, but maybe it was just an act that Daiyu personally had no experience witnessing. Were it not for the travels with her shifu, she was sure that many of the things done by others would be strange to her. Despite this, it still was a little odd to her.

Leaning in the direction of the gossiping women, her attention was stolen by the mention of dinner. Dull lifeless eyes now shone brightly, the light from them rivaling that of the sun. If she were capable, surely she would have found herself grinning like a fool at her beloved friend. However, that was an impossible feat for one such as her, so she maintained an indifferent expression though it was obvious from her eyes how she truly felt. Following in line with the rest of the disciples who seemed quite excited about the meal as well, or maybe it was her own happiness she was projecting onto them, they all came to a slow halt. What? She stared blankly, Yingyue’s attention fixated on two strangers, Qinghe Nie Sect disciples judging from their uniforms. Are they here about the villagers as well? What was initially a sneaking suspicion now became a sinister omen. Was the gathering of this many disciples from the Yunmeng sect already enough for the task? Yes, perhaps this was a coincidence, but what coincidence would bring the members of different sects to the same village for something as minor as this? Daiyu pinched the ends of her hair and twirled it between her fingers as she thought about their mission a bit in depth.

Daiyu’s mind was a barren wasteland dictated by instinct, leaving very little room for complicated thoughts or decision making. If the question could not be answered with a simple “yes” or “no” then there was little chance of her comprehending it. Just as is the case with this, her head began to pound while trying to connect the information they knew with her observation to formulate something of an intelligible idea. A second was enough for her brain to cease all functionality. Instead, as soon as she heard Yingyue’s invitation to the two women, her next plan of action was set.

“Enough talk. Let us sit and dine already.” she ordered, though it was hard to tell from her usual apathetic tone.

The tea house itself was not very impressive nor aesthetically pleasing, but she wasn't one to judge solely based on appearance It was a decent size, housing enough space for all of the yunmeng disciples along with the two newcomers. At the entrance was a thick curtain that separated the inside of the shop, a lovely blooming lotus whose golden thread shimmered under the light. Inside was a long row of tables only a feet or so apart from one another. The walls were adorned with common calligraphy pieces of famous sayings from various poets and scholars, none of whom she had any knowledge of. An elderly couple seemed to be the owner of the establishment, the two welcoming her into their shop and offering her a seat at the balcony that stood close to the entrance.

“What are you waiting for?” she questioned before leaving the group behind to take her seat a small table stationed next to a window.

Taking one of the seats closest to the window, she Daiyu went about making herself comfortable, stretching her legs out before sitting correctly on the small cushion provided to her. Now what will I dine on today? She paused for a moment, wondering if she would have to pay for it. Thankfully, the fact that Yingyue was the one who brought up the tea house meant that she would foot the bill. With that in mind, Daiyu decided everything was fair game.

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[Diphylleia grayi]

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Awkward. LOCATION. Village near Gusu forest ATTIRE. the Nie sect uniform INTERACTIONS. Feyrie Stale Biscuit [/div][/div] [div class=post][div class=scroll]But why? While it wasn't uncommon for cultivators of different sects to sometimes bump into one another there was this feeling of 'it being too much of a coincidence' for them to cross paths now and here. As the purple-robed cluster began to draw closer her theory was eventually confirmed; one of the young women venturing out of her way to greet them and thus sparing Qiuyu the trouble of running over. Thinking it was redundant of the girl to ask about their intentions, Yixin closed her eyes and turned away as if readying herself to leave. "Qiuyu let's-" She was about to command, cutting herself off short, however, when the brunette suddenly blurted out an enthusiastic "Sure!" to the YunmengJiang disciple's suggestion. Whipping her head around the stone-faced giant glared down at her company, the latter oblivious to the hostile look her partner had as she walked inside the teahouse with the purple robes. As such, Yixin soon found herself seated side by side with the dwarf; knees neatly folded under her straightened body while Qiuyu, on the other hand, had assumed the carefree stance of crossed legs. Thus earning herself a few judging glances which were quickly dispersed by the giant shooting daggers their way. Having made their orders the petite brunette was first to speak up, leaning forward eagerly while maintaining her balance by the grip upon her shins as sparkling eyes darted excitedly. "Are guniangs also here because of the recent rumours and disappearances?". "Why else would they be here?" Yixin couldn't help but click with her tongue, head-turning to face the window as if she didn't want anything to do with her supposed junior and the imminent suggestion which would follow after having had her suspicions confirmed. As if reenacting a set script the girl lit up and leaned back, "Then why don't we work together? That way we can finish quicker and it will be safer!" she trumpeted and wagged her raised finger triumphantly as if having discovered something revolutionary. At that moment the whole table suddenly shook, a large shadow now hovering above them as the other Qinghe Nie disciple had risen to her feet in a slam of fists upon the only solid surface which separated the two sides. Veins popping out of her forehead and eyes narrowed to slits she whirled to face her partner. "Qiuyu, we have no reasons to work together with anyone and less so with 'them'. Do you intend to make a fool out of all Qinghe Nie sect disciples?!". Qiuyu who had no way of knowing that her partner would react in such a stark way upon her suggestion was stunned to silence and could only blink sheepishly at the bewildered Yixin; her mind grasping for something to say but to no avail as lips would only part then close anew. She had, as for a fact, never been good at dealing with confrontations. No matter what she said she somehow always only succeeded in making things worse. Such had been the case when she was to see her older sister off for her marriage when the other had suddenly started crying and shouting out of nowhere. Grasping her hands, her sister had kneeled before her in her exquisite gown. The red silk subsequently mixing with the mud below and dirtying it upon which Qiuyu immediately had ushered her to stand again and started to wipe the dirt off with the fabric of her own raggedy clothes. Don't cry Daijie, what are you crying for? She had hushed the elder, proffering a coarse thumb to wipe the tears away from reddened eyes. Although she smiled, her usual gentle smile, there had been a tinge of bitterness in the glazing and crinkling of bluejay eyes; as if suppressing something she herself wasn't conscious of but that her sister had picked up on instead and was now lamenting. 'Chao'er you will forgive your daijie right? Forgive her for this..for leaving you, for not being a good daijie to you'. Qiuyu hadn't known how to respond or what to say since she didn't understand why she was apologising from the beginning and had only beamed a bright 'okay' back, causing her sister to reel back and then darken in expression. Suddenly she had turned rigid, jaws clenching and cheeks flushing as brows descended into a scornful frown. Grabbing her shoulders her sister had shaken her, nails digging into flesh. 'Okay you say but it's not okay! Always having to pretend to be such a good child...Wu Chao..you-' I truly despise you. Those words and that exchange had been deeply imprinted into Qiuyu's mind and had surfaced afresh upon witnessing Yixin erupt. Wanting to avoid angering her further she was about to agree but was then reminded of her sister and how she had screamed at her and remained quiet, words hitching in her throat. Seeing as the girl didn't seem to want to respond to the claim Yixin turned to the Yunmengjiang disciples instead and reached inside the upper coat of her uniform, taking out a sachet of coins which was then rudely thrown on the table. "For the meal." She growled and then pivoted around to throw Qiuyu a last glare as if discouraging her from following "Keep the change." Then she was gone. The dishes were carried in under a heavy a silence and Qiuyu didn't dare raise her gaze for the longest of time, a troubled expression on her face as she clenched the fabric on her thighs. Drawing a deep breath she exhaled in a heavy sigh and looked up, the hesitation seemingly dispelled as she smiled once more and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "Aiyah...sorry bout that...well uh- this lowly one would still like to cooperate if you will have her." --- dictionary/additional notes - Chao'er: adding 'er to the name is to show affection - Guniang means young lady. [/div][/div] [div class=quote]No matter what I do it's the wrong thing.[/div][/div][/div]

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[div class="accentheader"] interactions [/div] Aster , mon , A Murder Of Corviknight [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Yifeng’s pitying look at the boy’s faint heart was tragically short-lived at the hands of the whispers slowly growing in volume around them. They had run onto a street with relatively low foot traffic, and some passersby merely stared for a brief second before walking on their way. However, a handful of onlookers stopped to stare and point at the suspicious scene. His keen ears caught the words “cultivators” and “kidnapping” among other troublesome speculations, further accelerating his already rapidly rising heart palpitations. Unlike when he was traveling alone, there were three people with Gusu Lan, Qinghe Nie, and Lanling Jin written all over their sect uniforms. The description of "an unknown black-robed cultivator" was vague enough for him to potentially get a pass as per usual, but the situation wouldn't look good for the others if rumors of disciples from the major sects bullying a young child reached the sect elder's ears.

Something had to be done. Fast.

Yifeng cleared his mind and brought his gaze back to the young child. Taking the growing attention on them into account, it wouldn’t be wise to transport the boy carelessly. The method which would draw the least attention would be to carry him by piggyback... Yifeng shuddered at the thought. No. Unless the boy was bleeding out on the floor dying, he couldn’t bring himself to personally do it. Suxue was more than capable, but her image as a refined lady painted an odd image for that pairing. Qinfen was completely out of question. That left…

Immediately, Yifeng’s expression visibly soured, as if the most preposterous thought had come to mind. After briefly debating between two evils, the black-robed cultivator faced Heilan, making a face as if he had been forced to swallow something foul.

“I need...a favor,” Yifeng said hesitantly, practically forcing the final word out of his mouth. “Could you carry him? On your back.” Nothing good came out of owing Heilan, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He also admitted, begrudgingly, that the troublemaker was the most suitable regardless of Yifeng’s fussiness due to his overall more friendly mein.

"Please," he added, this time in a much more sincere tone.

Yifeng directed his next question to all three of them. “Is there a quiet place around? A tea house is too public, and an inn is questionable due to our group size.” [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Coming out of what his shizun like to call “mission haze” was like making his way out of a cave or tunnel for Qinfen. It was easier for the young cultivator to focus on the matter at hand than the other echoes of outsiders and doubt rattling around in his head. But like the current matter, once the matter was said and done with it was like a bucket of cold has been dunked on him. He didn’t need Suxue to tell him that his face caused a boy, though a very naughty one, to literally pass out out of sheer fear (again).

The ever so familiar feeling of guilt swelled up against his throat and cleared out the last of his focus on his anger. If it wasn’t for him, they would have probably been able to question the boy’s motives for attempting to steal a cultivator’s weapon out of all things. It didn’t help that with each additional speculation from the spectators, it felt like an additional weight on top of his head.

As guilt and anxiety from the attention started to crawl against the back of his throat, his grip on the young thief’s clothes tightened and his large frame slowly became a motionless statue. Qinfen didn’t even try to insist on carrying the boy himself when Yifeng suggested that they move to somewhere more private. He understood that the boy would either faint again once he realized who was carrying him or Qinfen himself would just cause more strange rumors to pop out of the woodworks.

It was a pattern he was unfortunately familiar with.

The cultivator took a barely noticeable deep breath to center himself, before changing his grip on the thief to a more natural carry. As he turned to pass the child to Heilan, he quietly answered Yifeng with a bit of a stiff face.

“There is Wei’s Noodle House. I know the owner well. They usually have private rooms available.”

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NAME. Nie Qinfen
OBJECTIVE. Hot potato with a child?
MOOD. Misplaced guilt
LOCATION. Village near gusu
NOTES. Short post! But bit more insight on how Qinfen cultivates guilt faster than a cultivator makes a breakthrough.
TAGGED. mon | Nano | Aster