[Sadly, Lan Wangji is too polite to say "shut the fuck up wei wuxian", but the look he gives him as he kneels down is basically the same thing. He briefly rests one hand on his knee, though, a silent reassurance, just long enough to try and quiet the anxiousness he's exuding.]
I am fine.
[He also moves to treat Chuuya first, because unlike King Gremlin, Lan Wangji knows himself well enough to know that he's going to spend much longer fussing over him, and it would be rude to keep someone else (especially someone who isn't a cultivator) waiting. Reaching into his sleeves, he extracts some bandages, starting to bind the cut on Chuuya's leg with practiced efficiency.]
Anyway, Chuuya's head tilts when ice is mentioned and then no one... produces any...? Didn't he hear something about this guy working with ice? Does he have to do everything himself?
While Lan Wangji works on his leg, Chuuya reaches over to gently touch near Wei Wuxian's injuries, letting a thin layer of frost coat them.]
Decided she'd rather die, apparently-- but we got some information out of her while we were at it, at least.
[LET LWJ SAY FUCK!! Just not at him because even that look is enough to deliver the same message and he's NOT A FAN... He'll never shut up, thank you! Though he does give Lan Wangji a soft and appreciative look at the reassuring hand against his knee. Some of his nerves feel a little less raw after.
Also he's from lumberjack Idoll land, he can't make ice anyway!! And he actually briefly forgot Chuuya had some abilities of his own, having adapted to the world, and makes a little sound of surprise when frost forms and cools his burning skin.]
—I really owe you one after all of this, don't I? Hah. [Not just the ice for his injuries, but the whole making sure he didn't skate to his death... thing. Anyway he'll helpfully stick his now chilly arm against Chuuya's burnt forearm.] Take care of yourself too, would you?
[PLEASE!! His attention shifts back to Lan Wangji after that, and he adds:]
Seems like there's a lot more unrest here than we thought. I found the source of the disturbance, at least. [The resentful energy, he means.] These people call themselves "equalizers" and they're about what you would expect from anyone this fed up with their collective ruling classes.
[STOP if Lan Wangji said "fuck" out loud, somehow jingyi would hear it and faint on the spot
ALSO THANKS FOR NOT CALLING THEM OUT CHUUYA!! Even though, yes, his job is literally ice-related... to further add to the confusion, once he's done bandaging the cut, he reaches back into his sleeves to produce an ice pack, reaching to apply it to Chuuya's arm.]
Please hold that in place. [Presumably Lan Wangji knows a medicine since he did, y'know, fight in a war and all... whatever it's fine WE'RE DOING FINE.
He'll let Chuuya do that on his own for a bit, turning to Wei Wuxian next, reaching for his wrist as he automatically prepares to pass him spiritual energy. He takes in their words, serious.]
They are devoted to their cause. [If they're willing to choose death... in a world like this, Lan Wangji wouldn't be surprised if they were personally invested.]
Yeah, you really fucking do owe me-- honestly, what were you thinking, wearing those stupid things? [A GESTURE AT THE ROLLERBLADES, with his good arm.] You know how close you were to fucking yourself up...?
[He exhales an exasperated sigh, wincing a little at the sudden application of cold to his burned skin; it is soothing after the initial shock, though, so he'll hold it there.]
-but yeah, they're pretty into it. I'm a little surprised we actually got anything useful to work off...
[He's not saying anything immediately, though, aware enough that even though there's a lot going on, there are still plenty of people around. Once they've taken care of the immediate first aid he'll suggest finding a side room of the building or something.]
[No the only one who'd faint on hearing Lan Wangji curse is his uncle...
Also thanks for briefly distracting him even further, Chuuya!! He huffs a bit, looking a mild shade of petulant.]
Oh, come now. I wouldn't have been that bad off... [Clouds of resentful energy are useful for not plummeting to your death!!] --And it was a good way to get to people quickly!
[But he's still grateful, so he won't add anything beyond the performative griping.
...Granted, that's probably enough time for Lan Wangji to successfully grab his wrist. Wei Wuxian is quick to try pulling his hand back after his focus returns and he realizes what he's trying to do. He laughs, short and light and airy.]
Devoted people are the same anywhere you go, huh? At least there's some predictability in it.
[Lan Wangji's on the same page as Chuuya, when it comes to this; he nods once, but doesn't push for more information. They'll likely need to relocate soon anyway; they're probably not even supposed to be here now, but everyone's a little preoccupied at the moment, understandably.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, earns himself a slight frown. Hey? Pay attention??]
[-as he just kind of lightly elbows Wei Wei Wuxian, because he still feels as though this is completely deserved after the night they have had. Lord. Also he's not blind and he saw that gay dancing, though he probably assumes they are doing better with all that than they actually are. Unfortunate.
But he just sort of leans back in his chair with a sigh, holding on to the ice.]
If this is all the start of more trouble, I'm really gonna be pissed with these guys.
[CHUUYA YOU ARE HELPING ABSOLUTELY ZERO PERCENT!! Wei Wuxian does not give Lan Wangji his hand! He just shakes his head, holding his arm out for his inspection instead.]
It isn't that bad. Ice and ointment would be best, you know?
[The magic power of hand-holding can be saved for another time... As for Chuuya's statement:]
Of course it is. Now that they've made themselves known, we can expect them to take greater risks, don't you think?
On account of not being an idiot, Lan Wangji shoots a look at him, eyes narrowing. His lips press together--not quite a frown, but definitely not pleased--and for a minute he looks like he wants to argue; but with a brief glance at Chuuya, he just sighs quietly.]
We will talk later. [To Wei Wuxian; he says it quietly, but Chuuya's sitting close enough that he'll probably hear it. For now, though, he reaches for another ice pack, leaning forward to press it against the burn on Wei Wuxian's side. This one he holds in place himself, but he addresses Chuuya as he does.]
This was not spontaneous. It is likely they have extensive plans.
[NOBODY EVER SAID CHUUYA WAS VERY HELPFUL... an effort was made, and while he wonders briefly about Wei Wuxian's statement-- what did he need with his hand then, please do not tell him this was a 'smooch it better' situation because now he kind of appreciates them not doing that in front of him, god.]
If they have to call off the competition because of this whole mess...
[That would be a hell of an annoyance, after all the training he's done. He gets making a statement, but come on.]
Well, whatever. I guess we'll have to see what else comes of it-- I heard something about the gala being a target, but I haven't gotten any other warnings.
[Wow Chuuya what do you have against kissing injuries better!! It's a tried and true tactic!
Anyway, Wei Wuxian just hums a little drifting neutral note in response to Lan Wangji's statement. Maybe they'll talk later! If he can catch him before he goes to burgle a jail!! He otherwise settles pretty comfortably as the ice pack is held to his side, though; he briefly and gently touches the back of Lan Wangji's hand, as if in thanks.]
Haha, that would be pretty inconvenient for you, huh? You've been training for a while, after all. [Elbowing Chuuya a little... Very gently and not anywhere that he's burned.] Sounds like some people are pressing for the events to continue, at least. If the stadium were to be targeted, though...
[It could be a PROBLEM. Especially considering a lot of the terrorists are still at large, and also a wholeass prince is missing.]
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[It's a good thing nobody saw them when Wei Wuxian was being carried all over the place, otherwise this would be worse. GOD. Also, why must Wei Wuxian be this way. Actually why must they both be this way?? CHUUYA PLS... pls... forget about the games, it's not important!!]
Security will likely be heightened. This attack could have been a diversion.
[It's hard to say, though... the "Lan Wangji" of this world was never really involved in its politics, so it's much more difficult for him to try and gauge what its activists might be thinking.]
...maybe. Seems like a pretty good strike to me, considering the attendees, but I wouldn't put it past them to plan multiple ones. Especially with the games going on...
[-because yeah, the stadium would also be a good target for them, with the number of people in attendance there. Chuuya huffs out a sigh at that, brushing his bangs from his face.]
I'll keep an ear to the ground. Maybe I'll get lucky and hear something ahead of time again-- last time I couldn't get anything on why this might be a target, but now that we know what's up we could be able to put things together better.
[STOP THEY'RE ALL DOING THEIR BEST HERE NO JUDGING, NO BULLY. Wei Wuxian hums out a little noise of agreement, either way.]
Even with security up, I'm sure our dear friends would expect that much, you know? Who's to say what they have planned for getting around that. [If anything at all, but he's NOT TAKING CHANCES.]
Let me know if you hear anything, would you? I'm going to try finding out a bit more about what's going on, too.
If they have those kinds of resources, we will need more support.
[From, like. The government?? How does this work when you don't have the sort of social standing where you can literally walk up to any clan leader you want and talk to them directly.
He looks at Wei Wuxian, though, eyes narrowing slightly.]
It better not involve the stupid rollerblades, you already just about fell off a damn building...
[He's just shooting a pointed look at the blades in question, there. Cursed shoes gotta go.]
I can't help with support, though-- I mean, I get some recognition as an athlete here, but so do you two. I don't think it'd be enough to get us anywhere, especially if one kingdom's hiding shit already.
I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm leaving the rollerblades behind, yes.
[Be proud of him!! He's trading his blades in for a Grimace costume...
To Lan Wangji and his clearly unfounded suspicious statement:] I'll just be taking a little look at where our friends are being rounded up to, that's all. I won't be gone long.
[He doesn't yet know this is going to turn into an elaborate jailbreak.]
[This is the part where everyone would expect Lan Wangji to veto this clearly dangerous and stupid plan immediately
...
Unfortunately, this is also the part where Lan Wangji proves, once again, that he is Wei Wuxian's number one enabler. He just nods once, finally withdrawing the ice pack from Wei Wuxian's side, reaching for the bandages. It's not ideal, but he didn't grab any ointment, so it'll have to do for now. He'll make sure to grab some later.]
Mm. [Look at this trust. Terrible. He also takes a moment to press another ice pack into Wei Wuxian's hands, using a small gesture to indicate that he should press it to his arm.] I will remain with the wounded.
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I am fine.
[He also moves to treat Chuuya first, because unlike King Gremlin, Lan Wangji knows himself well enough to know that he's going to spend much longer fussing over him, and it would be rude to keep someone else (especially someone who isn't a cultivator) waiting. Reaching into his sleeves, he extracts some bandages, starting to bind the cut on Chuuya's leg with practiced efficiency.]
The rebel?
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Anyway, Chuuya's head tilts when ice is mentioned and then no one... produces any...? Didn't he hear something about this guy working with ice? Does he have to do everything himself?
While Lan Wangji works on his leg, Chuuya reaches over to gently touch near Wei Wuxian's injuries, letting a thin layer of frost coat them.]
Decided she'd rather die, apparently-- but we got some information out of her while we were at it, at least.
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Also he's from lumberjack Idoll land, he can't make ice anyway!! And he actually briefly forgot Chuuya had some abilities of his own, having adapted to the world, and makes a little sound of surprise when frost forms and cools his burning skin.]
—I really owe you one after all of this, don't I? Hah. [Not just the ice for his injuries, but the whole making sure he didn't skate to his death... thing. Anyway he'll helpfully stick his now chilly arm against Chuuya's burnt forearm.] Take care of yourself too, would you?
[PLEASE!! His attention shifts back to Lan Wangji after that, and he adds:]
Seems like there's a lot more unrest here than we thought. I found the source of the disturbance, at least. [The resentful energy, he means.] These people call themselves "equalizers" and they're about what you would expect from anyone this fed up with their collective ruling classes.
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ALSO THANKS FOR NOT CALLING THEM OUT CHUUYA!! Even though, yes, his job is literally ice-related... to further add to the confusion, once he's done bandaging the cut, he reaches back into his sleeves to produce an ice pack, reaching to apply it to Chuuya's arm.]
Please hold that in place. [Presumably Lan Wangji knows a medicine since he did, y'know, fight in a war and all... whatever it's fine WE'RE DOING FINE.
He'll let Chuuya do that on his own for a bit, turning to Wei Wuxian next, reaching for his wrist as he automatically prepares to pass him spiritual energy. He takes in their words, serious.]
They are devoted to their cause. [If they're willing to choose death... in a world like this, Lan Wangji wouldn't be surprised if they were personally invested.]
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[He exhales an exasperated sigh, wincing a little at the sudden application of cold to his burned skin; it is soothing after the initial shock, though, so he'll hold it there.]
-but yeah, they're pretty into it. I'm a little surprised we actually got anything useful to work off...
[He's not saying anything immediately, though, aware enough that even though there's a lot going on, there are still plenty of people around. Once they've taken care of the immediate first aid he'll suggest finding a side room of the building or something.]
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Also thanks for briefly distracting him even further, Chuuya!! He huffs a bit, looking a mild shade of petulant.]
Oh, come now. I wouldn't have been that bad off... [Clouds of resentful energy are useful for not plummeting to your death!!] --And it was a good way to get to people quickly!
[But he's still grateful, so he won't add anything beyond the performative griping.
...Granted, that's probably enough time for Lan Wangji to successfully grab his wrist. Wei Wuxian is quick to try pulling his hand back after his focus returns and he realizes what he's trying to do. He laughs, short and light and airy.]
Devoted people are the same anywhere you go, huh? At least there's some predictability in it.
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Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, earns himself a slight frown. Hey? Pay attention??]
Wei Ying. Give me your hand.
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[-as he just kind of lightly elbows Wei Wei Wuxian, because he still feels as though this is completely deserved after the night they have had. Lord. Also he's not blind and he saw that gay dancing, though he probably assumes they are doing better with all that than they actually are. Unfortunate.
But he just sort of leans back in his chair with a sigh, holding on to the ice.]
If this is all the start of more trouble, I'm really gonna be pissed with these guys.
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It isn't that bad. Ice and ointment would be best, you know?
[The magic power of hand-holding can be saved for another time... As for Chuuya's statement:]
Of course it is. Now that they've made themselves known, we can expect them to take greater risks, don't you think?
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On account of not being an idiot, Lan Wangji shoots a look at him, eyes narrowing. His lips press together--not quite a frown, but definitely not pleased--and for a minute he looks like he wants to argue; but with a brief glance at Chuuya, he just sighs quietly.]
We will talk later. [To Wei Wuxian; he says it quietly, but Chuuya's sitting close enough that he'll probably hear it. For now, though, he reaches for another ice pack, leaning forward to press it against the burn on Wei Wuxian's side. This one he holds in place himself, but he addresses Chuuya as he does.]
This was not spontaneous. It is likely they have extensive plans.
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If they have to call off the competition because of this whole mess...
[That would be a hell of an annoyance, after all the training he's done. He gets making a statement, but come on.]
Well, whatever. I guess we'll have to see what else comes of it-- I heard something about the gala being a target, but I haven't gotten any other warnings.
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Anyway, Wei Wuxian just hums a little drifting neutral note in response to Lan Wangji's statement. Maybe they'll talk later! If he can catch him before he goes to burgle a jail!! He otherwise settles pretty comfortably as the ice pack is held to his side, though; he briefly and gently touches the back of Lan Wangji's hand, as if in thanks.]
Haha, that would be pretty inconvenient for you, huh? You've been training for a while, after all. [Elbowing Chuuya a little... Very gently and not anywhere that he's burned.] Sounds like some people are pressing for the events to continue, at least. If the stadium were to be targeted, though...
[It could be a PROBLEM. Especially considering a lot of the terrorists are still at large, and also a wholeass prince is missing.]
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Security will likely be heightened. This attack could have been a diversion.
[It's hard to say, though... the "Lan Wangji" of this world was never really involved in its politics, so it's much more difficult for him to try and gauge what its activists might be thinking.]
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[-because yeah, the stadium would also be a good target for them, with the number of people in attendance there. Chuuya huffs out a sigh at that, brushing his bangs from his face.]
I'll keep an ear to the ground. Maybe I'll get lucky and hear something ahead of time again-- last time I couldn't get anything on why this might be a target, but now that we know what's up we could be able to put things together better.
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Even with security up, I'm sure our dear friends would expect that much, you know? Who's to say what they have planned for getting around that. [If anything at all, but he's NOT TAKING CHANCES.]
Let me know if you hear anything, would you? I'm going to try finding out a bit more about what's going on, too.
[By breaking into a jail. It's fine.]
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[From, like. The government?? How does this work when you don't have the sort of social standing where you can literally walk up to any clan leader you want and talk to them directly.
He looks at Wei Wuxian, though, eyes narrowing slightly.]
How?
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[He's just shooting a pointed look at the blades in question, there. Cursed shoes gotta go.]
I can't help with support, though-- I mean, I get some recognition as an athlete here, but so do you two. I don't think it'd be enough to get us anywhere, especially if one kingdom's hiding shit already.
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[Be proud of him!! He's trading his blades in for a Grimace costume...
To Lan Wangji and his clearly unfounded suspicious statement:] I'll just be taking a little look at where our friends are being rounded up to, that's all. I won't be gone long.
[He doesn't yet know this is going to turn into an elaborate jailbreak.]
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...
Unfortunately, this is also the part where Lan Wangji proves, once again, that he is Wei Wuxian's number one enabler. He just nods once, finally withdrawing the ice pack from Wei Wuxian's side, reaching for the bandages. It's not ideal, but he didn't grab any ointment, so it'll have to do for now. He'll make sure to grab some later.]
Mm. [Look at this trust. Terrible. He also takes a moment to press another ice pack into Wei Wuxian's hands, using a small gesture to indicate that he should press it to his arm.] I will remain with the wounded.