Wei Wuxian, for the nth time, is falling. This takes just long enough (for him, specifically) to think that he should probably be acclimated to this by now, before he lands.
Which is something of a misnomer; there is water and it is not as temperate as his still half-conscious mind expects, and he splutters in shocked indignation. That sinking feeling just got a lot more literal, at least until lake-honed instincts kick in and drive him back to the surface. Though, preferring answers to air, Wei Wuxian is quick to dive again, albeit briefly, and get...some bearings. Not even close to a full set, but that probably isn't in the cards.
"Is hell like an ocean now? Probably not, but I bet that would streamline some things." He'll certainly suggest it if he ever gets a chance. This seems like an ocean for alive things though, if those...alive things are any indication. So, just an ocean-ocean? "Could be a lot worse, honestly."
Arrival B
'Could be a lot worse' is turning into something of a mantra, for Wei Wuxian. The Shit Box (now that's one way to name things) turns up a couple of old friends, which he takes with an awkward glance around to ensure this doesn't inspire, say, panic or mob justice. It's unlikely to, and that's an odd thought, but not an unwelcome one, even if he still hurries to tuck flute and sword both into his soggy belt with a grimace.
The poncho, on the other hand...well, he'll take it. And keep it, but in kind of an unused ball, which is mentally what he is doing with that whole explanation as well. Kind of a juggling exercise, both ways. On second thought, he will just worm his way into the poncho, actually. "Why not."
Arrival C
This is a good cave, and Wei Wuxian is not coming out. Possibly ever, certainly not til he's done some VERY necessary processing. He knows caves, and this one is top of the 'most eligible cave' list, due to the lack of monsters, homicidal instruments, and traumatic memories. What training grounds? The only thing better than this would be to sleep under real stars, possibly with liquor at hand. And that would only be better because those don't ever say words, but hey, who's even looking? Not Wei Wuxian. Don't @ him he's chillin.
Wei Wuxian | CQL/MDZS (mostly CQL)
Wei Wuxian, for the nth time, is falling. This takes just long enough (for him, specifically) to think that he should probably be acclimated to this by now, before he lands.
Which is something of a misnomer; there is water and it is not as temperate as his still half-conscious mind expects, and he splutters in shocked indignation. That sinking feeling just got a lot more literal, at least until lake-honed instincts kick in and drive him back to the surface. Though, preferring answers to air, Wei Wuxian is quick to dive again, albeit briefly, and get...some bearings. Not even close to a full set, but that probably isn't in the cards.
"Is hell like an ocean now? Probably not, but I bet that would streamline some things." He'll certainly suggest it if he ever gets a chance. This seems like an ocean for alive things though, if those...alive things are any indication. So, just an ocean-ocean? "Could be a lot worse, honestly."
Arrival B
'Could be a lot worse' is turning into something of a mantra, for Wei Wuxian. The Shit Box (now that's one way to name things) turns up a couple of old friends, which he takes with an awkward glance around to ensure this doesn't inspire, say, panic or mob justice. It's unlikely to, and that's an odd thought, but not an unwelcome one, even if he still hurries to tuck flute and sword both into his soggy belt with a grimace.
The poncho, on the other hand...well, he'll take it. And keep it, but in kind of an unused ball, which is mentally what he is doing with that whole explanation as well. Kind of a juggling exercise, both ways. On second thought, he will just worm his way into the poncho, actually. "Why not."
Arrival C
This is a good cave, and Wei Wuxian is not coming out. Possibly ever, certainly not til he's done some VERY necessary processing. He knows caves, and this one is top of the 'most eligible cave' list, due to the lack of monsters, homicidal instruments, and traumatic memories. What training grounds? The only thing better than this would be to sleep under real stars, possibly with liquor at hand. And that would only be better because those don't ever say words, but hey, who's even looking? Not Wei Wuxian.
Don't @ him he's chillin.