Wen Ning sits up abruptly on the beach, looking this way and that for signs of anyone familiar - or anyone at all. There's no sign of the boy he'd just been walking with, and the terrain isn't like any local place he's ever been to.
Is this the ocean? He's never even seen salt water. How had he been taken this far out?]
A-Yuan? [He finally calls out for his travelling companion. Then, after a pause, he tries a second name.] ...Young Master Wei?
[He stands with a wince, glancing down at the bandage over his left hand that's been soaked and covered in sand. He'll need to rewrap it soon. Lights in the distance mean a town of some sort, so he's sure to find something there. He pulls at the top of his robes in a futile attempt to cover some of the black lines crawling up his neck, then sets off in that direction.]
ii.
[Wen Ning is used to getting uncomfortable glances from people. He isn't used to them shoving things in his direction. Someone has given him a basket of baked goods, most of which he's never seen before, that he's quite sure it would take him at least a week to eat all of.
People have always been afraid of the "Ghost General", but rarely has anyone worried that he was going to eat them. (It's not that he hasn't heard this concern - it's just rare.)
Setting the basket aside, the pale man begins flipping through the pamphlets curiously. (How were these made? The writing is all so uniform and perfect.) There are so many words he isn't even familiar with, which goes along with this town and its strange technology.]
Excuse me... [He might ask one of the monsterish looking creatures that seem to mingle with the rest of the crowd without issue.] Are you... one of these? [And he'll hold up one of the very unflattering drawings in the provided pamphlets.]
network.
[After some time of having to figure out what a computer even is...]
Wen Ning | The Untamed
[When did he pass out? He doesn't remember.
Wen Ning sits up abruptly on the beach, looking this way and that for signs of anyone familiar - or anyone at all. There's no sign of the boy he'd just been walking with, and the terrain isn't like any local place he's ever been to.
Is this the ocean? He's never even seen salt water. How had he been taken this far out?]
A-Yuan? [He finally calls out for his travelling companion. Then, after a pause, he tries a second name.] ...Young Master Wei?
[He stands with a wince, glancing down at the bandage over his left hand that's been soaked and covered in sand. He'll need to rewrap it soon. Lights in the distance mean a town of some sort, so he's sure to find something there. He pulls at the top of his robes in a futile attempt to cover some of the black lines crawling up his neck, then sets off in that direction.]
ii.
[Wen Ning is used to getting uncomfortable glances from people. He isn't used to them shoving things in his direction. Someone has given him a basket of baked goods, most of which he's never seen before, that he's quite sure it would take him at least a week to eat all of.
People have always been afraid of the "Ghost General", but rarely has anyone worried that he was going to eat them. (It's not that he hasn't heard this concern - it's just rare.)
Setting the basket aside, the pale man begins flipping through the pamphlets curiously. (How were these made? The writing is all so uniform and perfect.) There are so many words he isn't even familiar with, which goes along with this town and its strange technology.]
Excuse me... [He might ask one of the monsterish looking creatures that seem to mingle with the rest of the crowd without issue.] Are you... one of these? [And he'll hold up one of the very unflattering drawings in the provided pamphlets.]
network.
[After some time of having to figure out what a computer even is...]
My tear ducts are working.
Is this what's supposed to happen?
wildcard.
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