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jiangshan2020-01-24 12:11 am
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WHO: Yu Lian and Xue Yang, Yu Lian and Jiang Cheng
WHERE: On the Road
WHEN: Years ago for Xue Yang, after Gusu for Jiang Cheng
WHAT: Yu Lian and two very different marks
WARNINGS: none really maybe they bang we'll see
Yu Lian was hungry again. They'd been on the road for days now, and the last of the money had finally dried up. They sighed to themself as they turned their head up to stare at the wide, bright sky. It was tiring, having to constantly look after oneself, and Yu Lian was getting very tired of it in general. At least they had a method to rectify the situation.
They carefully climbed into a tree, their unusual deep green robes helping to hide themself among the foliage as they waited and watched the road. It was a busy enough thoroughfare, people passing every couple of minute on their way between cities, but most of the travellers weren't of note. Mediocre people. Mundane people. Little fortune and less luck. The most Yu Lian would be able to get out of them would be a night's meal - hardly worth the effort it would take to ensnare them in the first place.
Finally, they spotted someone in dark robes with a sword at their side. Clearly a cultivator. Didn't recognize the sect, but no matter - even the lesser cultivators were able to make decent money. It was worth the risk.
Yu Lian closed their eyes, turning their hand in front of him as they pulled their spiritual energy into their core, and then extended it outward. They felt, rather than saw, the thread extend from him, twisting through space and time and entwining on the wrist of the other. Solidifying.
A fake bond of fate wound between them, indistinguishable from the real thing.
For a time, anyway.
Yu Lian waited until their mark was well out of sight, and then climbed back down out of the tree. They followed the road for a little while, then took another, putting some distance between them.
Then they drew their sword.
"Pity," Yu Lian murmured to no one, "I liked these robes."
Then with a vicious motion, he sliced through cloth and flesh, leaving a horrible gaping wound in his leg, the blood spraying over the gravel of the road. Yu Lian hissed, biting their lip, and then started to kick the gravel in order to make it look like a scuffle, before collapsing onto the road.
A quick glance at their wrist proved it had worked - the string they had woven earlier was now flaring bright as fresh blood, curling off into the distance where their mark lay.
All there was to do now was wait, and hope the man wasn't so useless as to let Yu Lian bleed out in the meantime.
WHERE: On the Road
WHEN: Years ago for Xue Yang, after Gusu for Jiang Cheng
WHAT: Yu Lian and two very different marks
WARNINGS: none really maybe they bang we'll see
Yu Lian was hungry again. They'd been on the road for days now, and the last of the money had finally dried up. They sighed to themself as they turned their head up to stare at the wide, bright sky. It was tiring, having to constantly look after oneself, and Yu Lian was getting very tired of it in general. At least they had a method to rectify the situation.
They carefully climbed into a tree, their unusual deep green robes helping to hide themself among the foliage as they waited and watched the road. It was a busy enough thoroughfare, people passing every couple of minute on their way between cities, but most of the travellers weren't of note. Mediocre people. Mundane people. Little fortune and less luck. The most Yu Lian would be able to get out of them would be a night's meal - hardly worth the effort it would take to ensnare them in the first place.
Finally, they spotted someone in dark robes with a sword at their side. Clearly a cultivator. Didn't recognize the sect, but no matter - even the lesser cultivators were able to make decent money. It was worth the risk.
Yu Lian closed their eyes, turning their hand in front of him as they pulled their spiritual energy into their core, and then extended it outward. They felt, rather than saw, the thread extend from him, twisting through space and time and entwining on the wrist of the other. Solidifying.
A fake bond of fate wound between them, indistinguishable from the real thing.
For a time, anyway.
Yu Lian waited until their mark was well out of sight, and then climbed back down out of the tree. They followed the road for a little while, then took another, putting some distance between them.
Then they drew their sword.
"Pity," Yu Lian murmured to no one, "I liked these robes."
Then with a vicious motion, he sliced through cloth and flesh, leaving a horrible gaping wound in his leg, the blood spraying over the gravel of the road. Yu Lian hissed, biting their lip, and then started to kick the gravel in order to make it look like a scuffle, before collapsing onto the road.
A quick glance at their wrist proved it had worked - the string they had woven earlier was now flaring bright as fresh blood, curling off into the distance where their mark lay.
All there was to do now was wait, and hope the man wasn't so useless as to let Yu Lian bleed out in the meantime.