Wei Wuxian | 魏无羡 (
singlelogbridge) wrote2021-03-15 03:43 pm
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Open Post: Yiling Patriarch Edition

The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemn
What they can't comprehend must meet its end
But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction
No, I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch
For any and all Yiling Patriarch needs.
•Can be canon compliant during the sunshot campaign, or post canon where he reverts due to a curse or other plotting device.
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[ missing rei more than ever, venus peels ahead. mars would have known immediately what they were. she could help seal it now. that particular skill isn't inside venus' wheelhouse. but she's not out of tricks, either. ]
I'll take a lap around and look! Contain as much of it as you can; I'll handle the rest!
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After another minute he rises and begins to continue but his hands are shaking and he has to stop again when a coughing fit has him spitting up blood. He finishes one more and then rises to look for the girl, hoping she'll bring back better news about how many more sections are vulnerable.]
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Hey! Hey, guy! Oh, what? Don't tell me you're dying too!
[ against his pallor, the bright red drops dribbling past his chin are a stark contrast. she can't have two dying guys to look after; her luck cannot possibly be that bad. (a voice eerily reminiscent of artemis reminds her that it is.)
venus grabs him by the arm— ] Let's go, you're not going to want to be anywhere near— [ and, after wrapping her arm around his back in support, bodily hauls him out of the (literal) line of fire. ]
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'm fine, not dying. Show me where I need to work. [He swipes at the blood on his lips and chin and wipes it off on his pants.]
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[ she takes position before the fire, a teenage girl against an inferno. the orange skirt of her sailor uniform ripples against her thighs. the heat is intense; it prickles at her skin. the firelight catches her hair; for a moment, she looks crowned in gold. closing her eyes, she inhales.
her eyes snap open. ]
Venus Power! [ she cries, her gloved hands thrown open to the sky. her planet heeds her call; she thrills at the familiar heat, the purity of the light that pours within her. she is a chalice. she is a channel. she is venus. ]
Love Crescent Shower!
[ golden light pours like rain from the heavens. everywhere it touches the fire, the flames hiss and snap and are extinguished. even with the new borders, the fire claimed a wide area and over a wide area she calls down the purifying rain.
a few pockets of fire remain as the beams of light fade, small, not likely to become a danger to the others on this mountain.
sailor venus slowly lowers her arms. a fine tremble takes her limbs. she was full: full of power, full of energy, full of life, of love. now, she feels oddly empty as she only does when she overexerts herself. she gazes upon the destroyed compound. it sits blackened and smoking. the acrid smell lies thick in the air. there is nothing left here but ruin and death.
"sailor venus!"
her job isn't finished. rather than drop to the ground, venus pushes against it in a run. ]
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The golden light falls on his shoulders and head, pulling a sigh of relief from him. It's purifying; he can feel it. It washes away the resentment trying to take root inside of him, purging the supernatural drain and restoring his energy levels.
It's what gives him the strength to go after her when she runs to the voice—her cat, he thinks.]
Hey, wait!
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venus kneels. his pulse, once she finds it, is thready. a faint whistle reaches her ears with every shallow breath he takes. aside from his burns, which are considerable, a pool of blood extends beneath him from an injury she had not noticed he had. she does not need artemis to tell her that he won't live long enough to even try to get emergency services on the line. neither does she feel bad. not really. if pyro guy is telling the truth, this man was involved in the murder of innocents, children among them. so it is not pity she feels. ]
He's agonizing, [ she says out loud. her voice is steady. ] Will you end it?
[ she grabs one end of her chain; it locks into the shape of a long, rose-decorated dagger. her other hand slips around the man's. it's weak, but she feels his fingers close a little around her own. ]
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But he watches the way she takes his hand and is suddenly viscerally reminded of Yanli. With a sigh, he kneels and summons a haze of dark resentful energy. The tendril slips inside the man's nasal cavity and for a moment nothing happens. A few seconds later he twitches once and then goes still, his breathing ceased. The energy emerges and dissipates into the air.]
He's gone. [He settles back onto the ground and brings both hands up to rub at tired eyes. The purifying energy that had flowed inside of him has helped, but it can't entirely wipe the exhaustion from his frame, especially not the parts of it that had nothing to do with his physical body.]
It's done. [Not over, but this much at least was done.]
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[ the man's dead. everyone who was in the compound is dead. only their killer remains, and sailor venus can focus on him finally. young, exhausted, driven by rage—all traits she can identify with.
she knows her limits, though. she doesn't know his.
her hands are empty, at her sides again. her chain is again only a chain wound around her waist. her eyes are as blue and as hard as sapphires when she puts to him, ] What's the plan? You have your vengeance. What's next?
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You can kill me now if you want to. I won't fight. [There's no point now. He's done what he needed to do. Wen Chao is dead. Jiang Cheng has a core. He has very little use to offer them now. If he dies too, maybe it'll be for the best. But...]
If you don't, then I'll go back to protect what's left of my family. My brother is angry and...and in a lot of pain, not that he'll ever admit it. My sister is grieving and trying to take care of him. I'll look after them. They're all I have left.
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he does not flinch when she rises to her feet. he does not beg or put his arms up or move against her. she studies him for a long moment, kneeling on the grass. the wind pulls at her hair and his.
sailor venus offers him a gloved hand. ] You haven't said your name.
[ her grave expression has cleared. her smile, though small, is warm—sunlight peering out behind storm clouds. ]