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vestigenet2021-02-13 09:57 pm
calmness) wrote in vestigenet2021-02-13 09:57 pm
video | un: clouded.judgement
[The video starts with a shot of the snow covered ground, foliage overgrown but peaking out from under the white powder and very much of a hoppy nature. The person holding the camera is walking through it, lower half clad in pale blue and white robes embroidered with cloud patterns.
The camera spins, catching a glance of the run down farmhouse before settling on the man holding the smartphone. For someone with sticks and snow stuck in their hair, he still manages to look put together and the forehead ribbon he's wearing is not out of place and while there's a crease in his brows there's also an upward turn to his lips. Unfortunately for the protagonist of this story, he also really has no idea what the phone he's holding is or that he's recording and will soon be blasting a video out to the whole of the network.
Fortunately for him, the tumble he took earlier is not recorded. At least it hasn't started snowing. What luck.]
For a nightmare, this feels horribly tame... [There's no rain or snow suddenly falling but Lan Xichen is. The camera broadcasts the video, flies into the air, and then cuts out with the blue clad protagonist of this tale sitting in a lotus pose in a pile of snow. No scream and he nailed the landing, but is definitely worse for wear.]
The camera spins, catching a glance of the run down farmhouse before settling on the man holding the smartphone. For someone with sticks and snow stuck in their hair, he still manages to look put together and the forehead ribbon he's wearing is not out of place and while there's a crease in his brows there's also an upward turn to his lips. Unfortunately for the protagonist of this story, he also really has no idea what the phone he's holding is or that he's recording and will soon be blasting a video out to the whole of the network.
Fortunately for him, the tumble he took earlier is not recorded. At least it hasn't started snowing. What luck.]
For a nightmare, this feels horribly tame... [There's no rain or snow suddenly falling but Lan Xichen is. The camera broadcasts the video, flies into the air, and then cuts out with the blue clad protagonist of this tale sitting in a lotus pose in a pile of snow. No scream and he nailed the landing, but is definitely worse for wear.]
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Aha, you've figured it out! And no, I'm not possessing the phone or trapped in the phone or whatever else might make sense. I've got my own phone over here, we can speak through them and such. ( unless zewu-jun already gathered that fact, but... better safe than impromptu phone exorcism, i suppose. )
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He looks at Wei Wuxian on what he realises is the screen and after a moment, confusion flashes over his features. Wei Wuxian looks younger than he remembers, not quite as he did when he returned to the world after sixteen years but as he had before his death. The difference is subtle, if only marked by youth.
The frown remains for a moment, then disappears behind a neutral smile.] I am glad you are not trapped, Master Wei. It would be quite a small space. [The joke, delivered with feigned ease, feels necessary in the midst of so much he does not understand.]