( wrath has thought about reaching out since the post about the undead and what was to be done about them. it seems this is the only other individual within their group with enough experience with death who might have insight. adventuring into the tomb too was further evidence this was the path he needed to take as he seeks for a clear idea of what may ail vannozza.
he is still unaccustomed to sharing information readily, and this particular piece of information, he has attempted to keep between as few people as possible. especially after vannozza asked him to be quiet about it. the huntress' trip through the city still leaves its hollow mark upon him- another problem to be dealt with quickly at another time. he refuses to feel controlled again, to lose choice, to find his willpower shackled. to be bent to someone else's will ever again. )
I ask for your expertise and advice in a matter involving death if you have the time.
Mister Wrath, am I correct? As it stands, that's something I have too much time for, and the other is evading people wishing me to bless their confirmed pregnancies. You might appreciate the contrast.
( a necromancer sought out for... life. new life. created life of a very natural sort.
but he too is a man who still feels hollowed out, first by Anurr, then more lastingly the Huntress, and what drives him now is how to keep himself, in the face of such creatures as that. so that he is not the burden to those he cares for, so that he can at the least stand by them, not stand weakened and shivering before them, liable to careen off into retinues that call and cry. )
( this would be the first time he has been referred to with such a.. title. is mister a title? some part of him longs for his true titles to be known in this world so he might have more influence, but hell does not even appear to exist here so it means little. in some ways, it has been freeing, and in others, it has been more difficult. but this is no time to care about titles. his brother, pride, would enjoy it too much if he did. )
Correct, Wei Wuxan. You can call me Wrath. That sounds like quite the contrast indeed. Part of your given role in Taravast? It must feel strange to you.
I would prefer to speak in person. I have yet to trust the security of these communication devices, but I can come to you wherever you wish to meet.
Or perhaps Wrath-xiong? There's something to my ear that sounds so incomplete in a name with only one syllable, I apologise.
In fact, tell me when we see each other. I can regale you with tales of my supposed status as a reincarnated fertility goddess! By now, fortunately or otherwise, I also have a trail of people claiming my blessings have stirred womb to quicken, and I tell you, I'm entirely sure they were already headed that way themselves.
There's a lovely establishment working on handing out soup and flatbread to the unhomed. If you've a moment for spare hands, the people there are too busy or too distressed to care overmuch on what quiet conversations happen nearby.
( wrath can certainly appreciate his concern for using manners at the very least. it is rare to find these days, and it is the main reason he has not given his title out to anyone else within the group. as for the meeting place, open charity is not often where the devil is found, but the stories have never been entirely right about him, and he has no problem meeting there, especially if it gives them the privacy they seek.)
Forgive me, few within the group appear to care about proper titles and mine have little meaning in a world outside of my own. I am Prince of Wrath, General of War, One of the Seven, but I am certain Wrath-xiong will do. You will have to tell me its meaning when we meet and if you have proper titles of your own which I am to use.
I can find you there. ( wei wuxian has a unique magical energy about him as the only other person within the group to have a clear association with death. it makes it easy for wrath to find him in a crowd so long as he knows his general whereabouts. )
Hah, I certainly can try, though perhaps I should be calling you your highness.
Either way, you will find me! I look forward to it.
( which is only as he says: he is curious as to how he's found, but he'll ask when wrath appears. in the meantime, he is as he said he would be, working in the soup kitchen of sorts, back with the ovens, where the flatbread bakes and he helps pull it out with a folded over cloth and the wooden flat on which he can slide it free of the baking oven itself.
which is what he's doing when wrath does find him. )
( it will not be long until he steps through the kitchen toward the back, following that unique feeling of death itself. wei wuxan was correct. none of the people here seem to even notice as he steps back towards the ovens. they are hungry, weary. few people will likely notice whatever they speak of especially with the heat of the oven and the sound of the food being made. some spare him looks as mortals usually do, but most are too lost within their own worries at the moment to look up from their food.
cooking, in general, makes him think of emilia. she taught him mortal food can taste surprisingly good for all he did not want to try her cannoli at first. he wonders if that is something else he was made to forget but remembered later thanks to her. )
I have not baked bread before, but I can follow direction.
If we were relying on skill in this, I'd be the least of who you'd wish here. Thankfully, we need only watch to ensure these don't burn, and they bake swift. Then we take more of those flat rounds you see there, shovel them in on these flat paddles to rest on the clear area you see some now, ah? Easy, as long as we avoid feeding the flames.
( cheerful in delivery, nothing missed beyond a blink when wrath is there, and he smiles, handing over one of the paddles with their long handles, meant for reaching within the baking over to extract what is there. )
You did find me. Might a man ask the why, and hear an answer?
( then a gesture, to the flatbreads, and Wei Wuxian shifts to slide each of the baked rounds off into a waiting basket, linen folded back to receive the bread. he folds the linen back over, and sets the now full basket to the end of their area, where soon enough it will be collected, just as another basket is dropped off, third in a line of them, all unequal in size, make, weave.
( once again, wrath finds himself eternally grateful that none of his brothers are in this world and no other demon could possibly see him at the moment. his house would be in danger of collapsing from within at the mere knowledge that he is even here. his suit is as well pressed and fine as ever, and he hopes no flour gets on it to add insult to injury.
but he does take the handle of the paddle to do his part. standing back here looking out of place has a higher chance of drawing more attention to them. his gaze moves toward the bread. ...he believes when it has darkened too much then it has burned. bread is not something he eats. )
I can sense your connection with death both with your ability and your experience.
It gives you a unique feeling - certainly unlike anyone else within our group.
( wrath can sense their magic as well, but death is what he, himself, has the strongest connection to beyond his namesake sin. he is honed to it. it makes it easier to pick out within a crowd. )
( better have the magics to keep flour behaving, given the way of it, ridiculous and useful substance that it is. wei wuxian looks to more of the flat rounds and works to set them on wooden paddle to be put into the baking oven; lifting an eyebrow at wrath's words, and huffing out something like but unlike a laugh. )
One would wonder if those who've died truly have their own feeling to you, then. They're... interesting, to my sense of them. Now you, far more powerful than anything I am, I suspect, but if I don't acknowledge that, I'd be as foolish as to think certain esteemed horrible lords of the not-quite-living aren't as powerful as they are. Now...
( into the oven the bread goes, and it takes some shimmying of the board to divest himself of flats on the paddle until they rest on stone and brick; )
You sought me out. What for? I'm guessing this isn't about tea or drinks, though I'll note I do enjoy both, and Lan Zhan can't drink without haring off, so my drinking partners are low in supply these days.
( wrath does not know if what he gets from the undead is different than what wei wuxian does, but it is very possible. he has been dealing with the dead for a long time, but he has also been accustomed to dealing with souls instead of the spirits this world appears to hold.
he says nothing to all of that, which is perhaps acknowledgement enough of the power he generally holds. this world takes much from him. )
I will keep that in mind when it comes to the tea and drinks ( mortal food is still something he is growing accustomed to. ) , but no, that is not what I came to you for now.
I came to you for two reasons. The first is Lady Vannozza- she is sick. She appears to be possessed by death itself. I wondered if you'd ever experienced anything like it before.
thiiiis is gonna be part of hijinks in timing but lol w/e now you know in two ways
... The Lady has not invited or asked for my examination, but I can tell you this: she's being emptied, for another to fill. Her body's being asked to endure the loss of her spirit in stages.
( no smiles, here, it's said factually, as he knows. )
What she requires is warding against spiritual invasion and the knowledge of who has hired and paid the Attaryl to do this. I have suspicions, but as of now, I have no knowing. But she's the favoured cousin.
( a sideglance to Wrath with that. )
Isn't she.
lmaoo YES timeywimeyness is a go so they can talk about this part of it here and just know things
( Wrath catches the sideglance, understanding the meaning without any further hint required. it helps his own thoughts have been headed that way for some time, and he would know family is ruthless- not that his brothers are anything like mortal families.
he nods, and his expression is grim. )
I had my own suspicions based on other information I had learned though it was not enough evidence to prove definitive. This only further solidifies who I've suspected.
( after all, they do know the man has been lengthening his life at the cost of the lives of servants with dark magic. they will have to look for further evidence before they can do anything about him, but he means to search for it. )
Oh, a long deceased witch popped in and told us. Hatisse, I believe you've met her remarkably well preserved self.
( he peers in at the new round of bread baking in the oven, and bless everything, but it's meant to be flat bread so his concerns over it rising or not rising can be... ignored. )
Turns out she's not so moved on as we suspected, which, in all honestly, doesn't surprise me when the object of her lasting, ah, addressing only recently passed beyond this world himself.
I am familiar. I had assumed her body was being preserved for her body parts to be used in spells and rituals, but it seems as if she may have been preserved for herself.
( wrath grimaces at this news, but he does not appear surprised. there must have been a reason her body was kept so remarkably preserved. clearly, she intends on returning to it or returning to life itself in some way.
he does not like the thin rules that exist here. mortals, witches, and the like can simply defy death whether they choose to or not. )
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he is still unaccustomed to sharing information readily, and this particular piece of information, he has attempted to keep between as few people as possible. especially after vannozza asked him to be quiet about it. the huntress' trip through the city still leaves its hollow mark upon him- another problem to be dealt with quickly at another time. he refuses to feel controlled again, to lose choice, to find his willpower shackled. to be bent to someone else's will ever again. )
I ask for your expertise and advice in a matter involving death if you have the time.
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( a necromancer sought out for... life. new life. created life of a very natural sort.
but he too is a man who still feels hollowed out, first by Anurr, then more lastingly the Huntress, and what drives him now is how to keep himself, in the face of such creatures as that. so that he is not the burden to those he cares for, so that he can at the least stand by them, not stand weakened and shivering before them, liable to careen off into retinues that call and cry. )
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Correct, Wei Wuxan. You can call me Wrath. That sounds like quite the contrast indeed. Part of your given role in Taravast? It must feel strange to you.
I would prefer to speak in person. I have yet to trust the security of these communication devices, but I can come to you wherever you wish to meet.
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In fact, tell me when we see each other. I can regale you with tales of my supposed status as a reincarnated fertility goddess! By now, fortunately or otherwise, I also have a trail of people claiming my blessings have stirred womb to quicken, and I tell you, I'm entirely sure they were already headed that way themselves.
There's a lovely establishment working on handing out soup and flatbread to the unhomed. If you've a moment for spare hands, the people there are too busy or too distressed to care overmuch on what quiet conversations happen nearby.
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Forgive me, few within the group appear to care about proper titles and mine have little meaning in a world outside of my own. I am Prince of Wrath, General of War, One of the Seven, but I am certain Wrath-xiong will do. You will have to tell me its meaning when we meet and if you have proper titles of your own which I am to use.
I can find you there. ( wei wuxian has a unique magical energy about him as the only other person within the group to have a clear association with death. it makes it easy for wrath to find him in a crowd so long as he knows his general whereabouts. )
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Either way, you will find me! I look forward to it.
( which is only as he says: he is curious as to how he's found, but he'll ask when wrath appears. in the meantime, he is as he said he would be, working in the soup kitchen of sorts, back with the ovens, where the flatbread bakes and he helps pull it out with a folded over cloth and the wooden flat on which he can slide it free of the baking oven itself.
which is what he's doing when wrath does find him. )
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cooking, in general, makes him think of emilia. she taught him mortal food can taste surprisingly good for all he did not want to try her cannoli at first. he wonders if that is something else he was made to forget but remembered later thanks to her. )
I have not baked bread before, but I can follow direction.
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( cheerful in delivery, nothing missed beyond a blink when wrath is there, and he smiles, handing over one of the paddles with their long handles, meant for reaching within the baking over to extract what is there. )
You did find me. Might a man ask the why, and hear an answer?
( then a gesture, to the flatbreads, and Wei Wuxian shifts to slide each of the baked rounds off into a waiting basket, linen folded back to receive the bread. he folds the linen back over, and sets the now full basket to the end of their area, where soon enough it will be collected, just as another basket is dropped off, third in a line of them, all unequal in size, make, weave.
time for more to be placed in the oven. )
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but he does take the handle of the paddle to do his part. standing back here looking out of place has a higher chance of drawing more attention to them. his gaze moves toward the bread. ...he believes when it has darkened too much then it has burned. bread is not something he eats. )
I can sense your connection with death both with your ability and your experience.
It gives you a unique feeling - certainly unlike anyone else within our group.
( wrath can sense their magic as well, but death is what he, himself, has the strongest connection to beyond his namesake sin. he is honed to it. it makes it easier to pick out within a crowd. )
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One would wonder if those who've died truly have their own feeling to you, then. They're... interesting, to my sense of them. Now you, far more powerful than anything I am, I suspect, but if I don't acknowledge that, I'd be as foolish as to think certain esteemed horrible lords of the not-quite-living aren't as powerful as they are. Now...
( into the oven the bread goes, and it takes some shimmying of the board to divest himself of flats on the paddle until they rest on stone and brick; )
You sought me out. What for? I'm guessing this isn't about tea or drinks, though I'll note I do enjoy both, and Lan Zhan can't drink without haring off, so my drinking partners are low in supply these days.
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he says nothing to all of that, which is perhaps acknowledgement enough of the power he generally holds. this world takes much from him. )
I will keep that in mind when it comes to the tea and drinks ( mortal food is still something he is growing accustomed to. ) , but no, that is not what I came to you for now.
I came to you for two reasons. The first is Lady Vannozza- she is sick. She appears to be possessed by death itself. I wondered if you'd ever experienced anything like it before.
thiiiis is gonna be part of hijinks in timing but lol w/e now you know in two ways
( no smiles, here, it's said factually, as he knows. )
What she requires is warding against spiritual invasion and the knowledge of who has hired and paid the Attaryl to do this. I have suspicions, but as of now, I have no knowing. But she's the favoured cousin.
( a sideglance to Wrath with that. )
Isn't she.
lmaoo YES timeywimeyness is a go so they can talk about this part of it here and just know things
he nods, and his expression is grim. )
I had my own suspicions based on other information I had learned though it was not enough evidence to prove definitive. This only further solidifies who I've suspected.
( after all, they do know the man has been lengthening his life at the cost of the lives of servants with dark magic. they will have to look for further evidence before they can do anything about him, but he means to search for it. )
How did you come across this information?
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( he peers in at the new round of bread baking in the oven, and bless everything, but it's meant to be flat bread so his concerns over it rising or not rising can be... ignored. )
Turns out she's not so moved on as we suspected, which, in all honestly, doesn't surprise me when the object of her lasting, ah, addressing only recently passed beyond this world himself.
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( wrath grimaces at this news, but he does not appear surprised. there must have been a reason her body was kept so remarkably preserved. clearly, she intends on returning to it or returning to life itself in some way.
he does not like the thin rules that exist here. mortals, witches, and the like can simply defy death whether they choose to or not. )
You assisted with his moving on?