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Harrowhark the Ninth ([personal profile] we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-07 11:07 am

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The Bar has not relented in her attempts to get Harrow to eat something with slightly more calories than air. After many false starts, she seems to have struck gold with potatoes, a vegetable Harrow has never had before.

Mashed was a success; soup went well, too. But chips--ahhh, chips. Hot, salty, taste like almost nothing at all. Harrow may never eat anything else again. After several false starts in the dipping sauce area she has made peace with a light sprinkling of vinegar. The only problem is they make her gloves and her papers greasy.

Therefore, find Harrowhark Nonagesimus at a table with her journal and a skeletal hand, drawing spirals and... God help us... eating chips with a fork. It could be worse. The hand could be feeding them to her.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The pen stills. Slowly, he raises his eyes to Harrow's; he does not speak right away.

"I will not lie to you," he says at last, quiet. "I do ask in part for my own protection. But it is protection only; I want nothing more than to spend my afterlife in peace. If she does not strike at me -- truly strike, with more than words -- then I will not strike at her."

He sets down the pen and straightens in his seat.

"But it is not only that, Harrow, and I do not lie in this, either. I want to know as much as I can about the energies of this place and the ways it can be used. To know that thanergy is not a single thread, but can be split into many?" The familiar, earnest curiosity has sparked in his eyes. "That is something I didn't know was possible. And when I still wish to know if I can safely use thanergy, or tap into the energy of the body as you do to raise skeletons or carve into your very bones -- " He shrugs, with a faintly helpless smile. "I have always wanted to learn new ways to cultivate, beyond the boundaries of what I was taught."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
His throat works.

"You know what was done to me and those I care about," he says, no louder than before. "Anyone who will so cleanly divide the world into light and shadow, believing one good and the other evil, and call themselves righteous for it -- I cannot trust them, Harrow. Nor can I trust someone who will follow the letter of an oath but not its spirit, as she does with her edict to speak only truth. I have seen too many atrocities by those who follow every law and call themselves good, even as they slaughter the weak and persecute the helpless."

He rubs the side of his hand across his forehead, fitfully.

"And I am sure you will tell me she is different. It may be so. I accept that I may be too blinded by my own pain to see clearly. But I don't know what can be done to change that. I am sorry."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian frowns slightly.

"Of course you're not," he says.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have not given me reason to think otherwise," he says, with the smallest shrug.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He cracks a wan smile. "He is," he agrees quietly. "But I think he has changed in the last three years. He has become better at walking the grey spaces between."

If his seclusion had done what his uncle wanted it to do, Lan Zhan would have struck down Wei Wuxian the instant they crossed paths. That he has not -- that he has, instead, helped him, comforted him, shared meals with him --

He wrenches his thoughts on another path.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Her words strike him like a rebuke; he looks away, shame twinging his belly, and manages a nod.

"I understand." He still cannot push his voice any louder. "But I am still -- wary. About what may qualify as real harm to her."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-13 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not understand it, either," he says, a little startled by her admission. "Perhaps..."

His mouth twists.

"The clans often said that resentful energy harms the body and temperament. Yet if it does, I would think thanergy harms the body just as much. It is the energy of death -- of course it would. But." A long sigh. "We both know it is different. I should fine-tune the energy talisman array soon, so I can continue researching how different."

Pushing the pen aside, he rips his sheet of notes free of the portfolio. Wei Wuxian folds them in half and slides them across the table to Harrow.

"Here." Low. "Do with them as you wish. I acted dishonorably in my fear, and I apologize."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Midway through tucking the folded paper back into his portfolio, Wei Wuxian makes a truly impressive face of disgust, complete with a tiny blegh at the end.

"Indeed," he says -- but already, he's brightening slowly, the wheels of his mind visibly turning. "So if there were a way to 'cook' the raw thanergy, so to speak, transforming it into resentful energy -- but how could that be done if it is unattached to the energy of the spirit? I would have to attach it somehow, and figure out a way to do it non-destructively if possible -- "

He snatches up the pen again and turns to another blank sheet of paper.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" He looks up. "How so?"
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a secret of the Ninth, she says, and immediately Wei Wuxian sets down his pen. To guard it as closely as she wishes, he will not leave a written record.

As she describes the method for growing bone, though, a crease forms and deepens between his eyebrows. Not for the first time, he is struck by her brilliance, how her necromancy operates on a level far above Wei Wuxian's own. He has the same sense one would get when sprinting breathlessly after someone so much faster: he will catch up, eventually, but the faltering in between lights a tiny spark of frustration.

"So," he says slowly, trying to parse what she's said. "The new bone you are able to grow acts as a reservoir, nearly. But only because it is constantly changing as it grows. I may be able to hold onto the thanergy if I can do something similar?"
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he says, as his mouth twists slightly again. "That has always been the bump in the road as I try to learn what will work and what will not. I do not know how to account for it when I still feel as alive as I did before, and so much of my work is the same -- but I am undeniably different."

He scratches the side of his nose.

"I have also never had the opportunity to convert energy that way. It is not as... mutable, where I am from. Once it is formed, I do not think it can be changed. So I will need to work on that as well."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That stops his thoughts as suddenly as a gate slamming down before him.



"Huh," he says at last, gazing into the middle distance as a grin slowly spreads across his face.

In the language of memes, Harrow, you have just clobbered Wei Wuxian with a true galaxy-brain moment.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-10-14 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, that is the main principle behind my cultivation." He's near to beaming. "Stirring up resentful spirits and directing their energy through music. So -- yes, perhaps. I have wondered if it might be possible to use my own resentments as energy, if I am among the dead now, but if it does not truly matter if you are alive or dead..."

He grabs the pen and resumes his notes in a whirl of motion.

"Yes. I could start there, and if it goes well I could see about drawing from a larger thanergetic source like the Window, transforming and moving it away from me as quickly as you described. This might work. I think it might work!"

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