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// Wei Wuxian
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construing: (headband.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
with a small smile, she wraps one of her tentacles, those long, near translucent, and delicate looking threads growing out of her bell, around a finger. it briefly turns fully black.

I have back-up. 〈 the corner of her mouth quirks. 〉 But we appreciate the support.
construing: (coordinate.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-08 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
about taking off—

Bhodu’s thumb. It’s in the bestiary.

the massive bell pulses as she speaks. as it dispels the water, it propels her forward: an energy-efficient, steady, but not particularly quick way to travel. even so, she has little to concern her. the tentacles that surround her are a warning. the delicate frills of her body, now palest pink, now a delicate powder blue have their own defense.

It was recently discovered, and not much is known about it. Might just be a newly identified species. Or it might be new for a reason.
construing: (tender.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-14 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
her answer is as simple. 〉 Yeah.

she fixes her bag, a satchel intricately woven out of seaweed, over her shoulder. only a few days ago they had been entering the gates. now they head the other way.

leave the city and swim towards the surface. gwen turns her head up. the waters are dark. peter could have told her the exact depth at which sunlight fails to penetrate. not far, she knows that. photosynthesis is only possible in a very narrow band near the surface; then the amount of sunlight available decreases rapidly through a darkening twilight zone until it turns to midnight.

tons upon tons of water above her head. currents that she is relying on a not-always-reliable spider-sense to help her navigate. and whatever else they may encounter along the way.


You know what's funny? 〈 she smiles to herself. 〉 I jump off skyscrapers without thinking, and it's this climb that's intimidating.

she looks over to wei wuxian.

Is it weird if I say I feel very small?
construing: (pensive.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-14 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. 〈 after a little pause, she takes a breath and faces the dark.

her quote does not paint near as pretty a picture.
〉 Once more unto the breach.

the first few hours pass without much worth telling. they leave behind the sandy bottom, the rocky outcroppings, much of the plant life. the city slowly becomes hazy. they lose sight of it before it becomes small. the waters they swim through are uniform on all sides. going in circles is a very real possibility; gwen is very glad something in her knows what direction is up.

nor do they speak much. for all that gwen is frequently branded as annoyingly talkative, silences come more natural. she was a quiet kid; she still prefers quiet and solitude. for wei wuxian, silence is entirely abnormal, which reinforces how tenuous this tiny truce they have nonverbally agreed to. the easy camaraderie is gone, and she does not know how to get it back, so she doesn’t. instead she focuses on the coolness of the water, the tiny little things that break up the monotony, the lack of alarms in her head—for now.
construing: (bubble.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-14 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
in answer, gwen tears off a piece of seaweed from her bag. carefully, she extends her arm and lets it go. for a moment, it floats there. then a tremble seizes it before the current takes it. it is torn away from them like a bullet.

Oceanic current, 〈 she explains. 〉 We get caught by these, no telling where we come out. Come on. We need to find a way around it.

a fact which would be easier if they could see it. instead, it's like a black hole: visible only by its effects on what gets caught in it. she tries up and the alarm bells in her head get louder. down is better until she tries to move forward. following the current is right out: they have no idea how long it is or where it loops. the clangor in her head is near-deafening. we get it! we know! she thinks as if spider-sense can hear her or cares, but the warning will not stop. she winces at its insistence.

holding her head with one hand, she holds up the other, a finger up in 'wait' gesture.


Give me a minute. I can figure this out.
construing: (look.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
meanwhile, gwen is mourning the lack of satellite. radar. hell, she'd take a shitty ms paint drawing of the currents in this area.

her eyes flit to wei wuxian. she nods.


Yeah. Let's at least see what we're dealing with.
construing: (ordeals.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-14 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
get a time machine. don't tell wei wuxian before leaving. wisely, she keeps it to herself.

I don't want to test what breaking out of it will take so—east we go.

the noise in her head lessens as she moves, though it does not fade. they go far enough east that klaxon warning starts up again…again decreasing as she edges west to then start building once more.

Either there's more than one current or it's looping here…but there's a path. I think.

gwen faces wei wuxian. a frown furrows her brow, but her voice is steady when she speaks.

Stay behind me. Don't stray to either side.
construing: (dash.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-15 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
it comes, of course, when she starts letting her guard down.

they have left behind the big current. between wei wuxian's lights and spider-sense, she judges it to be like a giant ribbon in the ocean: immensely deep, only a fraction of that wide, and long as a river.

she forgets rivers have distributaries, and so do underwater currents.

the warning in her head, grown quieter, rises to a rising screeching crescendo.


Wait! Get back—! 〈 she turns around abruptly, near hitting him. her hand slams palm out on his chest, pushing him back. the long tentacles drift into the current's pull, then the delicate frills of her lower body. the eddy takes her.
construing: (news.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-15 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Already there!

she does not look at him. her eyes are on her arm, and the black goo taking solid form there. it hardens into a disk like a shield, which she stabs outward. venom splits the current; the pressure at their back throws them out; they shoot, stumbling, into stiller water.

her hand still tightly grips wei wuxian. miraculously, she did not lose her bag. she huffs.


Cross going "Somewhere Down Crazy River" off the bucket list.
construing: (conversation.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-15 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

venom wraps back around her and out of sight. a few more tentacles sprout from her bell.
construing: (headband.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
No. You have to something to say. You've had something to say.

again and again. he starts; he stops. and she hasn't pushed. as much out of guilt for having upset him as not being thrilled to get into major disagreement number two, electric boogaloo. (she's still avoiding.)

gwen crosses her arms before her.


What are you talking about? Me joking? One, it's how I cope. Two, this would be a very quiet trip otherwise. Which normally I'd be okay with, but this particular silence is very loud.
construing: (enough.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-08-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
You are so stupid.

the words trip out before she can think them through. it's true. it's also not very helpful. she scrubs at her face.

If I really don't want you near me, why would I text you? You think I couldn't have made this trip alone? Or if I really needed the backup, texted Itachi? Have you seen him? 〈 she jabs a thumb in the direction they came from. 〉 He's a fucking dragon right now.

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