( The problem is less in the getting into this space below the school, and yet further below than they might have expected. On the bright side, it wasn't in the sewers. In talking with Daylight, that seemed like one place to investigate if other leads hadn't shortly made themselves known.
No, the problem in getting down to living island in this forgotten, retrofitted bunker with all the medical nightmares it was attempting to induce was getting out again. These dopplegangers, unlike the ones that had been such imperfectly stilted versions of themselves, abandoned the pretense of human movement to skitter like crabs and insects across all surfaces, faster and stronger than they had any right to be. Wei Wuxian hasn't so much armed himself as purloined a length of heavier tubing and the blunt instrument of a broken off piece of hollow metal, holding it in hand like he can't decide if it's a stand in for his flute or his even more neglected sword.
He ignores the voices that speak to him, having lived through a worse nightmare of whispers and pleads and shouts in every voice that mattered to him, and many that did not. He's been steeped in resentment and mental games and come out of them through sheer force of will and determination, the choice at that time to refuse to die. That mentality has its place now, too. He's far from tireless, but he refuses to be resigned.
Still, taking a moment to orient himself as he moves further from where the dopplegangers have been at their heaviest occurrence, he rubs his face, pausing to listen to a sound coming from somewhere in the echoing dark around him. )
You may as well announce yourself, ( he says, figuring there's a handful of possibilities that might now make themselves known. the sooner, the better, in his present opinion, separated from Huaisang or any of the others he'd run into in this place. ) so we can figure out if we're fighting each other or fighting together. I'm not all that partial to dithering around.
( He waves his hand, something partly seen in the broken lighting here, as if his airy way of speaking would simply dismiss the possibility of being overcome by whatever he was accusing of dithering by not launching into... what. An attack? )
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No, the problem in getting down to living island in this forgotten, retrofitted bunker with all the medical nightmares it was attempting to induce was getting out again. These dopplegangers, unlike the ones that had been such imperfectly stilted versions of themselves, abandoned the pretense of human movement to skitter like crabs and insects across all surfaces, faster and stronger than they had any right to be. Wei Wuxian hasn't so much armed himself as purloined a length of heavier tubing and the blunt instrument of a broken off piece of hollow metal, holding it in hand like he can't decide if it's a stand in for his flute or his even more neglected sword.
He ignores the voices that speak to him, having lived through a worse nightmare of whispers and pleads and shouts in every voice that mattered to him, and many that did not. He's been steeped in resentment and mental games and come out of them through sheer force of will and determination, the choice at that time to refuse to die. That mentality has its place now, too. He's far from tireless, but he refuses to be resigned.
Still, taking a moment to orient himself as he moves further from where the dopplegangers have been at their heaviest occurrence, he rubs his face, pausing to listen to a sound coming from somewhere in the echoing dark around him. )
You may as well announce yourself, ( he says, figuring there's a handful of possibilities that might now make themselves known. the sooner, the better, in his present opinion, separated from Huaisang or any of the others he'd run into in this place. ) so we can figure out if we're fighting each other or fighting together. I'm not all that partial to dithering around.
( He waves his hand, something partly seen in the broken lighting here, as if his airy way of speaking would simply dismiss the possibility of being overcome by whatever he was accusing of dithering by not launching into... what. An attack? )