[ heedless of Nico's warnings about the dangers of delving too deep into New Tokyo ( or perhaps, he's all-too-mindful of the danger and simply taking it into account ), Wei Wuxian -- known to most by his now-fairly-popular handle "Xuanyu Mo" -- is hell-bent on pushing himself to his current physical limits ( which, granted, are noticeably higher than the average human being-- ) in order to deliver as many resources to as many people who are in need. ]
a. Ah, [ it's one of his fellow Displaced, coming upon him in quite the pickle; with his hood pushed back, he appears to practically swim in his jacket, it sits lumpy and heavy on his already slender frame, the ragged collar continuously rising to settle under his chin, no matter how many times he pushes it down. he pushes it down once again, and gestures to the hoverbike that he's currently straddling. the one that he's attempting to turn on by pressing literally every available button, poking his fingers into every stray opening and generally hopping up and down upon it as though it were a stubborn donkey. ]
Do you know how to use this? It's far more stubborn than my Lil' Apple back home, and he was the worst ass ever.
[ he bounces again, before shimmying towards the back of the bike, patting the small space in front of him invitingly: ] I want to take some of the children on a little ride, to lift their spirits. And don't say it's a waste of resources! Making people happy in difficult times is just as important as bringing them supplies, and I'm doing both!
b. [ the pvc pipe he had been using to wheedle a stilted, difficult-to-follow musical tune is long gone. instead, there is an elegant length of dark bamboo between his fingers, and the sight of it seems to transfix the small gathering of people that he's collected between buildings, a stone-and-packed snow fire lighting the enclosed space. it's oddly warm there, the result of traditional knowledge being utilized in a modern world - if the buildings cannot be kept warm, why not bring the people to where it can be kept warm instead?
he plays music for them, oftentimes staying throughout the night with the people of New Tokyo rather than returning to the dorms. x'hrun and ardyn, he thinks, might need the "privacy" -- honestly, one of them is going to clobber him for being so sly and mocking one of these nights. ]
It's called Chenqing, [ he says to the young woman who touches the end of his flute, merrily he gives it a spin, the red tassels flowing elegantly, lit by the fire. his eyes fix, over the fire and towards the end of the alley - spotting, perhaps, another of his fellow Displaced. ]
Did you come to keep an eye on me? Why don't you come learn to make some fire pits, we might be able to take this knowledge deeper still.
c. [ and deeper still, he tries to go. feisty and snappish as he waits at the edge of the scaffolding that leads even deeper into New Tokyo, to the depths they were warned against delving into. ]
I understand what she said, [ he wants the other to know that; he heard Nico, he's just choosing not to care about the warning. ] If you want to turn back, it's okay. I'm very, very good at what I do - practically a master! But, he could be lost down there.
[ the missing person he has designs on finding; an older gentleman who had vanished between his family's home and the upper levels. Wei Wuxian points down, down further into the depths of New Tokyo, where the cold is so dense it reminds him of the cold pools at Gusu. ]
I just have a feeling he got lost somewhere in between, is all. It shouldn't be hard and I want to find him, are you with me?
d. [ he doesn't stop going into the depths of the city after that, each time he comes out colder and smadder (sad-madder), losing scraps of his clothes and passing it off as though he's just a forgetful, silly sort. in the dorms, he can be found in one of the communal rooms, squinting at a wall that is likely playing some movie he doesn't fully understand ( who is van damme and why are his splits so COOL? ), blowing into his palms to warm himself up after another long, cold day and generally acting out the martial arts in the movie --
wow, he's actually, uh. he's actually really good at them too. fluid, graceful, definitely trained in it. ]
WILDCARD IDEAS
[ hit him up all over new tokyo; Wei Wuxian can be found heavily involved in relief efforts, though he's not at all organized and will need help in that department. what he lacks in organization he makes up for in sheer strength, endurance and a willfulness that will lead him to literally stay with the people of New Tokyo - his Cooltalk and other social media is inevitably full of their faces, their stories and their emotions.
catch him in a noodle bar, practicing a simple dance routine that a few of the small children of New Tokyo end up imitating ( ah, he's showing them how to stay warm and be healthy! ). or, hit me up on forzare, pp me or slap a comment here and let's collab on an idea! ]
wei "xuanyu mo" wuxian | OTA!
[ heedless of Nico's warnings about the dangers of delving too deep into New Tokyo ( or perhaps, he's all-too-mindful of the danger and simply taking it into account ), Wei Wuxian -- known to most by his now-fairly-popular handle "Xuanyu Mo" -- is hell-bent on pushing himself to his current physical limits ( which, granted, are noticeably higher than the average human being-- ) in order to deliver as many resources to as many people who are in need. ]
a. Ah, [ it's one of his fellow Displaced, coming upon him in quite the pickle; with his hood pushed back, he appears to practically swim in his jacket, it sits lumpy and heavy on his already slender frame, the ragged collar continuously rising to settle under his chin, no matter how many times he pushes it down. he pushes it down once again, and gestures to the hoverbike that he's currently straddling. the one that he's attempting to turn on by pressing literally every available button, poking his fingers into every stray opening and generally hopping up and down upon it as though it were a stubborn donkey. ]
Do you know how to use this? It's far more stubborn than my Lil' Apple back home, and he was the worst ass ever.
[ he bounces again, before shimmying towards the back of the bike, patting the small space in front of him invitingly: ] I want to take some of the children on a little ride, to lift their spirits. And don't say it's a waste of resources! Making people happy in difficult times is just as important as bringing them supplies, and I'm doing both!
b. [ the pvc pipe he had been using to wheedle a stilted, difficult-to-follow musical tune is long gone. instead, there is an elegant length of dark bamboo between his fingers, and the sight of it seems to transfix the small gathering of people that he's collected between buildings, a stone-and-packed snow fire lighting the enclosed space. it's oddly warm there, the result of traditional knowledge being utilized in a modern world - if the buildings cannot be kept warm, why not bring the people to where it can be kept warm instead?
he plays music for them, oftentimes staying throughout the night with the people of New Tokyo rather than returning to the dorms. x'hrun and ardyn, he thinks, might need the "privacy" -- honestly, one of them is going to clobber him for being so sly and mocking one of these nights. ]
It's called Chenqing, [ he says to the young woman who touches the end of his flute, merrily he gives it a spin, the red tassels flowing elegantly, lit by the fire. his eyes fix, over the fire and towards the end of the alley - spotting, perhaps, another of his fellow Displaced. ]
Did you come to keep an eye on me? Why don't you come learn to make some fire pits, we might be able to take this knowledge deeper still.
c. [ and deeper still, he tries to go. feisty and snappish as he waits at the edge of the scaffolding that leads even deeper into New Tokyo, to the depths they were warned against delving into. ]
I understand what she said, [ he wants the other to know that; he heard Nico, he's just choosing not to care about the warning. ] If you want to turn back, it's okay. I'm very, very good at what I do - practically a master! But, he could be lost down there.
[ the missing person he has designs on finding; an older gentleman who had vanished between his family's home and the upper levels. Wei Wuxian points down, down further into the depths of New Tokyo, where the cold is so dense it reminds him of the cold pools at Gusu. ]
I just have a feeling he got lost somewhere in between, is all. It shouldn't be hard and I want to find him, are you with me?
d. [ he doesn't stop going into the depths of the city after that, each time he comes out colder and smadder (sad-madder), losing scraps of his clothes and passing it off as though he's just a forgetful, silly sort. in the dorms, he can be found in one of the communal rooms, squinting at a wall that is likely playing some movie he doesn't fully understand ( who is van damme and why are his splits so COOL? ), blowing into his palms to warm himself up after another long, cold day and generally acting out the martial arts in the movie --
wow, he's actually, uh. he's actually really good at them too. fluid, graceful, definitely trained in it. ]
WILDCARD IDEAS
[ hit him up all over new tokyo; Wei Wuxian can be found heavily involved in relief efforts, though he's not at all organized and will need help in that department. what he lacks in organization he makes up for in sheer strength, endurance and a willfulness that will lead him to literally stay with the people of New Tokyo - his Cooltalk and other social media is inevitably full of their faces, their stories and their emotions.
catch him in a noodle bar, practicing a simple dance routine that a few of the small children of New Tokyo end up imitating ( ah, he's showing them how to stay warm and be healthy! ). or, hit me up on