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Name: un: wwxwashere
Date: 3/3
Format: video
[he's actually been working on something for the better part of the day. there's been clouds of smoke and explosions, until finally
it's ready.
the feed starts with a close-up of what looks like a kettle of lava, an angry red color that shouldn't exist outside of hell itself. and beside it, one grinning wei wuxian.]
Can you see me? Hear me too? Alright! I haven't been here for that long, but already people have shared so many things about where they're from. Since we're all friends here, I thought it was time that I did the same.
So I made my best soup to share!
[as if on cue, the deep red liquid bubbles up and breaks. those with sharp hearing might swear that the soup screams.]
Mine won't be as good as Shijie's, but it's my own recipe. Lan Zhan went to the trouble of finding all the ingredients for it. He even found a new pepper to add to the others, so it's extra flavorful! This big bowl is for Lan Zhan [r.i.p.], but there's still plenty to share if you want a taste.
Don't be shy! If we haven't met, I'm Wei Wuxian. And I humbly ask forgiveness of all the mothers if my soup is better than theirs. I can't be blamed for a good cook.
[or accused of it in the first place.]
Date: 3/3
Format: video
[he's actually been working on something for the better part of the day. there's been clouds of smoke and explosions, until finally
it's ready.
the feed starts with a close-up of what looks like a kettle of lava, an angry red color that shouldn't exist outside of hell itself. and beside it, one grinning wei wuxian.]
Can you see me? Hear me too? Alright! I haven't been here for that long, but already people have shared so many things about where they're from. Since we're all friends here, I thought it was time that I did the same.
So I made my best soup to share!
[as if on cue, the deep red liquid bubbles up and breaks. those with sharp hearing might swear that the soup screams.]
Mine won't be as good as Shijie's, but it's my own recipe. Lan Zhan went to the trouble of finding all the ingredients for it. He even found a new pepper to add to the others, so it's extra flavorful! This big bowl is for Lan Zhan [r.i.p.], but there's still plenty to share if you want a taste.
Don't be shy! If we haven't met, I'm Wei Wuxian. And I humbly ask forgiveness of all the mothers if my soup is better than theirs. I can't be blamed for a good cook.
[or accused of it in the first place.]
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[so he should be on his way soon, right? he seems really hungry.]
What's your name?
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I'm called Bishop. Where do you live? I'll be....right over.
[To save the world from that thing, or die trying.]
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Bishop! I'm Wei Wuxian. We're in one of the cottages. I'll leave the door open, I bet you can just follow your nose!
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The scent was the key to helping him find the cottage and boy, is it something. He teared up a little as he approached the door and gave it a little knock.]
Uhhh...W-Wei Wuxian? It's Bishop...[Sadly.]...Are you...in?
[A part of him wants to reach for his gun. A very real and strong part of him.]
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but technically he probably just invented it. and serves it in a bowl.
at first there's no response, and maybe wei wuxian succumbed to his own creation. but then:]
Bishop?
[his head pops out from the kitchen doorway.]
Come in, come in! I was just getting the rice!
[he grins as he brings a bowl of it to the table. satisfied, he points at the soup.]
You might not know it, but you've been dreaming of a meal like this your whole life.
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He slowly walked in, heart beat in his ear as he approached.]
So, uhh, do you cook often?
[That's his nerves talking.]
[ooo: do you mind if I add you on plurk? I'm Riax @
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[wei wuxian pulls out a chair, then quickly claims the one on the opposite side of the table.]
I can't make my favorite at all though. I wouldn't even try. Only one person's would do.
[his voice gets softer near the end. somber. but then he takes a deep breath and puts a smile back on his lips.]
Do you have a favorite? Maybe I could make some of it for you in my style too.
((ooc: please do! i'm at
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[When this is all over, and he survives, he's going to cook some for him and eat it all. If he lives.
He sits down on the indicated chair then waits patiently, and while he's nervous, he does note the change in his tone. Something he can't help doing.]
So this recipe...where'd it come from?
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[hmm... no, he doesn't know that one. but now he wonders if he couldn't find a few cookbooks out there, maybe one with it and other recipes for him to improve.]
Well, I'm from Yunmeng, but I can't really say that it's a Yunmeng dish, so... [wei wuxian trails off, chewing his bottom lip as he thinks. ah!] Let's say it came from the Burial Mounds. I was craving something exactly like this while I was there.
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Excuse me, say that last bit again?
[He thinks he heard BURIAL, as in where you put a body in the dirt, and MOUND, where many bodies lie buried the ground, in reference to where this questionable meal he is about to take part of originates.]
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[TECHNICALLY the last thing that he said.]
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Before that. The one about where it's from.
[He has concerns.]
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[wei wuxian smiles, looking from the spoon to his mouth.
one is not being lifted to the other, maybe he should reach over and help.]
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[The look was not lost on Bishop, but under the table his hand was being held by the other which was shaking as they talked. When it finished only then did his hand move and hold up the spoon, but waited for an answer before he even so much as thought of spooning that stuff into his feeding hole.]
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[the expression that crosses his face isn't very encouraging. but it's really just the memories.]
It got really cold there most nights. A warm soup like this was all I could think about on many of them.
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I see. So there are other dishes.
[Might as well get it over it as he lifts the spoon and shoves it into his mouth in one clean go and...well...he freezes. What did he put in his mouth?]
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It makes you really want to savor it, doesn't it? I'm starting to think that there's not anything I can't do well.
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Does he spit it out and be rude? Does he swallow and risk....a lot of bad things he doesn't want to think about? Or does he just sit there as is and fake death?
He could already feel the sweat rolling down his neck, turning each second into a minute and making him go into a fight of flight mentality, quickly formulating a plan of escape with back ups upon back ups.
But the first step was a dangerous one he had to swallow the spoonful of "soup". He does it, steeling himself as the food drops down his throat and into his stomach where it sizzles threatening to burn through him.]
That is...quite a flavor.
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[did he forget to mention that? wei wuxian reaches for a nearby cloth to wipe the sweat from bishop's brow with.]
It gets the poisons out of your system. [he frowns a little. that sure is a lot of sweat...] You might need another bowl.
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[The problem is, Bishop is a two faced SOB. Poison flows in his every being so, there might not be a lot left of him if this thing he made is doing as intended.]
I think I need some water, actually. Or milk. Milk would be better, if you would please.
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[he has wine that he doesn't mind sharing. but if a guest requests milk, he should probably get him milk.
so wei wuxian does exactly that, leaving and returning with a glass to offer him.]
Here you go.
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Thank you.
[He said with particular strain as he got the glass and drank in mouthfuls before stopping with a heavy sigh.]
Ahhh~! That...That is some intense stuff. Oof. Consider my poisons purged.
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See, you're healed and full. How many meals can you say that about? Not many, I bet.