If it is the place where Ghost Kings are born, then it is incredibly dangerous indeed. But, I'm not afraid - I wouldn't be even if I was doing it alone.
[ as ever, he's fearless. a battle on his own turf, too - even with his powers nerfed - is a battle that xie lian knows he can win. whatever sort of traumas or nightmares await him are the type he is familiar with. (and by proxy, he knows, knows, knows who he might see.
... but it's worth it.) ] Whatever dangers await don't matter to me. I will simply retrieve it and return with the item in hand.
[His grip on the string tightens - he's looking up at the kite, but his eyes slide over to look at Xie Lian.]
This place...does much to torment us. Our memories. Our fears. [...] If you'll meet your grand nemesis, the one you told me about...
[He pauses, looking worried.]
I think I don't need to tell you this, but...you can't falter. Not for a second. Always remind yourself that it isn't real. It's not real in the way you know it to be.
[ xie lian imagines the white no face won't be able to resist such a situation. if it is real - and, in mt. tonglu, the appearance of the calamity very well could be. it's been just shy of a year since he's seen him, and xie lian has no qualms to think that he's just faded off into death or obscurity. he is sure that that is what awaits him at the end of all this, when he returns to his home.
...
his hand curls around the sword at his side - the blade that belongs to the white no face. his justice is like a hearth, the type of thing that flickers through him and all of his actions, but sometimes, that tempered passion roars into a wildfire. honesty week, as it turns out, makes xie lian even more fierce than he already is. ]
I am not so weak as to be swayed by a creature that has already taken everything from me. If he is what stops me from helping Baraqiel, then I will drag him into the magma of Mt. Tonglu and burn his ashes into nothingness myself.
[Ah, that fire. That raging, burning, whitehot flame flickers behind his eyes, ready to turn towards its enemies, and dissolve them in an instant. He only had a taste of it, a few weeks back, when he had stepped over the line. He does not pity the enemies who truly earn the entirety of the man's wrath.]
[The worried expression melts into a smile, with a determined nod.]
A fitting fate for one who has given so many so much suffering. [He lets out a slow exhale.] I wish luck to be on your side. May prosperity be in your favor.
anyway. xie lian's fierce expression does cool a little, there, but - only to its usual level. he's always like this, at this age. he nods a little, gaze finally drifting away from the kite. ]
I do not know what the next week will entail, but I will not allow anything to stop me in helping him. Anything, or anyone. I will not allow any more blood to be shed than necessary, either.
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[ as ever, he's fearless. a battle on his own turf, too - even with his powers nerfed - is a battle that xie lian knows he can win. whatever sort of traumas or nightmares await him are the type he is familiar with. (and by proxy, he knows, knows, knows who he might see.
... but it's worth it.) ] Whatever dangers await don't matter to me. I will simply retrieve it and return with the item in hand.
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[His grip on the string tightens - he's looking up at the kite, but his eyes slide over to look at Xie Lian.]
This place...does much to torment us. Our memories. Our fears. [...] If you'll meet your grand nemesis, the one you told me about...
[He pauses, looking worried.]
I think I don't need to tell you this, but...you can't falter. Not for a second. Always remind yourself that it isn't real. It's not real in the way you know it to be.
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...
his hand curls around the sword at his side - the blade that belongs to the white no face. his justice is like a hearth, the type of thing that flickers through him and all of his actions, but sometimes, that tempered passion roars into a wildfire. honesty week, as it turns out, makes xie lian even more fierce than he already is. ]
I am not so weak as to be swayed by a creature that has already taken everything from me. If he is what stops me from helping Baraqiel, then I will drag him into the magma of Mt. Tonglu and burn his ashes into nothingness myself.
[ not just for baraqiel, but for xian le. ]
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[The worried expression melts into a smile, with a determined nod.]
A fitting fate for one who has given so many so much suffering. [He lets out a slow exhale.] I wish luck to be on your side. May prosperity be in your favor.
[And then a pause.]
"By the Heaven's Official Blessing", yes?
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[ wow... the title drop... there it is...
anyway. xie lian's fierce expression does cool a little, there, but - only to its usual level. he's always like this, at this age. he nods a little, gaze finally drifting away from the kite. ]
I do not know what the next week will entail, but I will not allow anything to stop me in helping him. Anything, or anyone. I will not allow any more blood to be shed than necessary, either.