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[theunluckiest]

Greetings sleepers!

[A soft warm voice belonging to a youthful face with a gentle smile appears on the network. With two fingers lightly placed on his temple, sitting on a tree stump looking just off center. His long white robes flow off camera, hiding the dirty bottom edges from sight. ] My name is Xie Lian. I've been here for the greater part of the winter season, and it's been quite [tilting his head and raising a single brow] the experience. [Managing a small wry smile at the loaded statement. ] But I'm afraid I'm still at a loss about a few things, and could use some clarification on two matters.

[With his free hand, he raises one finger up.] First off, how does one know who their patron is exactly? And what purpose do these patrons serve, or rather what purpose do we serve the patrons? [Quiet for a moment, mulling the thought over in his own mind before continuing. Another finger pops up. ]

And the second question is more general. [Honey brown eyes flash directly forward with an inquisitive gleam.] What do you all make of the pthumerians? Honestly I'm still trying to figure out my own thoughts, but getting different perspectives seems like a good place to start.

[OOC: I can adjust to prose or brackets!]

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[fugu]

[ This whole time? He's been here this whole time?? He Xuan lets out a long, tired exhale. ]

Eight weeks. Feels longer.

[ Probably because he's been more social in those eight weeks than in the past few centuries - puppeting didn't count. And he's weakened, had to work for shit.

And then a black dread strikes a low toll deep in his soul, though he tries to keep himself sounding neutral as usual: ]

That other guy, Crimson Rain, he here too?

[ Please, he had enough trouble with the casino last week, he doesn't want to be in debt again. ]

[theunluckiest]

[ There it is. Savage as ever. The mention of his name is enough to tie his stomach into knots and send his heart sinking into his stomach. Swallowing and choosing his next words carefully so as to not show any signs of inward distress outwardly: ]

No one else seems to be here. But I did see Qi-Night Touring Green Lantern about a month ago. [ Yeah change the subject, that'll do it. ] Though, I'm almost positive he's not here anymore.

[fugu]

[ This gets an unexpected laugh: ]

Yeah, he got fucked up by some plants.

[ Delightful. Hope that green loudmouth never comes back. (He Xuan has not forgiven him for the imitation via cannibalism.) Though also the absence of Hua Cheng makes his heart a little lighter. Though... he'll still have to look out for his Highness in case the guy ever does show up. ]

There's mortal cultivators here, too. But nobody I knew.

[theunluckiest]

[His head quirks to the side but it's unclear if this reaction is from hearing He Xuan's laugh or the incredulous news.]

Plants? [His tone falling as flat as a flounder. Shaking his head back and forth with a hand placed on his temple.] It doesn't really surprise me it's just... [embarrassing.] There's really no teaching that one common sense. [Talking about Qi Rong always left him with a bit of a headache but the mention of more cultivators in the Trench drowns out those thoughts and piques his interest.]

I believe I ran into one when I first got here, but I haven't had the chance to have a proper conversation since then. It makes me wonder what other paths of cultivation they choose to follow, and just how many of them are here.

[fugu]

Four mortal daoists, though one's a bit of a unique situation.

[ But it's embarrassing to talk about Shen Yuan so he doesn't, just moves right along. ]

Couple of Japanese exorcists, too. A martial arts dojo for kids. Handful of other immortals from other places.

[ The demons and ghosts of different cultures fascinate him - but mostly this tally is indicative of his spymaster tendency for information gathering and threat maintenance. ]

[theunluckiest]

[His brows raise, impressed by the breakdown.] It appears you've been busy at work. I didn't take you for the social type. [A small jest but he's sincerely curious and downright nosey. ] And you said one was an exception? You either are a daoist or you're not, so how can thay be?

[fugu]

[ Turns out if you puppet half a dozen officials of the Heavenly Court you have to be pretty good at socializing even when you don't want to. Still, he doesn't acknowledge the backhanded compliment with more than a low neutral noise.

Instead he tries to describe Shen Yuan's situation without letting a single emotion show on his face: ]

Ah, that guy. He's a transmigrator. Born into a futuristic society like most of the people here, died and reincarnated into the body of a cultivator from his past. But he remembers his first life. So he's a sect leader who doesn't really care about cultivation or purity. The world really is home to all sorts.

[ Despite everything, some fondness starts to creep in at the end there - he could easily talk about Yuan-di for hours. ]