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[ghostlord]

[Since there seems to be tension, Wen Kexing offers what comfort he can in the form of his flute. Sit back, close your eyes and listen. The piece in question is meant to soothe the mind, the body and soul, allowing for healing and restful sleep. But it's also rather sad; he isn't the sort of man that can play bright, happy songs, especially since he noticed one of his friends is missing.

Ah well. Such is the nature of this world.

Eventually he will speak, his deep voice soft so as to not ruin the mood.]

People come and go. I don't even see the point of creating a memorial. Our time here is purposefully brief.

[Is he trying to convince himself? Could be.]

Get some rest. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.

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[ghostlord]

The point is I could kill with my bare hands.

And I have.

[decodex]

Yeah.

So have I.

( things he probably shouldn't be admitting out in the open! )

But that doesn't make me a danger to you.
We're all here to help each other.

[ghostlord]

You're not mad. I am. [His emotions are balanced on a needlepoint, liable to tilt at random.]

I am a danger to everyone. [Except his A-Xu.]

[decodex]

Really? 'Cause we were just talking about, like, poetry.
And you seemed fine.

...Do you want me to be afraid of you?

[ghostlord]

So? [He fans his face slowly.] It would be smarter if you were cautious of me.

[decodex]

What you're doing here, this... shielding thing. It's sweet, but I can take of myself.

( and no one ever accused eddie brock of being smart. )

So, you can relax. You aren't going to hurt me.

[ghostlord]

[Is that what he's doing?]

Don't be too sure, that's all I can say. If we remain on good terms, that's all the better for you.

[decodex]

I showed you my tattoos, man.

Pretty sure that means we're friends now.

[ghostlord]

Oh I see, I see. So they mean something to you?

[decodex]

Not exactly... But I don't show my arms to just anyone.

So.

We can't fight each other.

[ghostlord]

Alright. That's fair. [And in the spirit of sharing...] My name is Wen Kexing. I am the son of two healers.

[decodex]

I'm Eddie.

I am...

( —not in a position to mention his parentage. )

...a journalist.

[ghostlord]

I should give you interesting stories to print in that case.

[He is good at telling stories~]

[decodex]

Yeah?

Once I find a working printer around this place, I'll get right on that.

[ghostlord]

You can start writing, can't you? Do it the old-fashioned way.

[decodex]

I guess that's true, yeah.

All right.

Wen Kexing, what can you tell me about your friend? The one who's gone?

[ghostlord]

Nie Huaisang is the younger brother of Nie Mingjue, who apparently met a terrible fate! I saw his corpse come to life - so to speak - and chase Huaisang with the intent to kill. He was a rather large man, so it wasn't easy to take him down, but I managed it~

[decodex]

You killed Nie... Mingjue?

Wait, Nie Mingjue came back to life? Like a zombie?

( please excuse eddie as he searches around for a pen and paper. this feels like the sort of thing that's going to require real notes to make sense of. )

[ghostlord]

His corpse anyway. He was brought back to life because of resentful energy.

[It's a Cultivation thing.]

He was headless too! It was quite a sight.

[decodex]

Yeah, I don't know much about China, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen anywhere.

Not even China.

( doesn't sound like he can write this story. )

[ghostlord]

You don't know what's possible through Cultivation. See? I have many stories that will amaze you, I'm sure.

[decodex]

Cultivation...

Like, flowers? Growth?

[ghostlord]

Almost! It's Spiritual Cultivation.

[decodex]

What... are you cultivating?

[ghostlord]

Our spirits. Our cores to be exact.