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INTRO

Whoever you are, wherever you were, the last thing you remember is the salty smell of the sea breeze and a distinct tickle of electricity across your body. Enough to cause alarm perhaps, but in the next moment it all goes black, or blue to be more precise. When you stir into consciousness, those fuzzy sensations are all that you have as an explanation, though there's certainly more to experience around you.

The warm bright rays of the sun, the rhythmic cresting of the waves into the shore, the unfortunate feeling of sand sticking to you everywhere, because you're lying flat on your back on a beach without a beach towel. At least you're not alone, and at least it doesn't seem like you've been completely dumped unceremoniously, as there's orderly space between you and the 27 others who share your predicament. Whoever left you here probably could have dumped you into a pile, but they have better manners than that.

However you decide to react to your sudden vacation, you'll find that you're dressed just as you last recall and that you have at least one possession of yours on hand. Whatever else you had on you appears to be affected by baggage routing, unfortunately. You'll also find a key inscribed with a particular bird and a strange device in your pocket, ostenstibly some type of cellphone from the period when blackberrys were all the rage. A pop-up window will greet you when you turn on the device, prompting you to pick a username (this pop-up can be ignored for up to 24 hours) and also walking you through a basic tutorial on its functions. For now, it seems like the public network isn't running, but the direct message function is availiable. It ends with a cheerful blurb instructing that "For further questions and help, please contact one of the hotel staff!"

As there's nary a soul that seems to actually work here on the beach proper, it might be worth it to explore. Around the resort are robots manning the buffet, sweeping, and even making cocktails if you want to drink your problems away. While they'll answer to basic commands, provide you with a map of the island, or even be happy to tell you the weather, they're incapable of engaging in any meaningful dialogue. Any questions or demands they can't answer will yield the statement to please contact the administrators.

Whoever they may be, but they'll show their faces eventually. Probably.

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[diabolizes]

The Gusu Lan Clan has used music for centuries in battle.

[ Not to say Lobelia isn't the inventor, but that's exactly what he's saying. ]

So, what exactly do you do with it? Attack others? Capture spirits?

[conchy]

[Shit's fucked if you ask him, but he can't fault them for their good taste. For centuries, eh... It wouldn't hurt to pay them a visit and compare notes.]

Nothing so simple as that! With audiomancy, the possibilities are presque limité. This Gusu Lan Clan you mentioned, what purpose does their musique serve?

[diabolizes]

Primarily taking care of yao, demons, ghosts, and monsters.

[ He eyes that conch shell again. ]

What is the purpose of yours?

[conchy]

Taking care of, you say... and by that, you mean destroying them.

[If that's the case, then the way they utilize their instruments isn't very different at all.]

Mine is to capture that which is fleeting: sound, and immortalize it.

[diabolizes]

Of course. All creatures like that should be destroyed, unless you use them for other purposes.

[ Like taking their resentful energy. ]

So, you sit around and listen back to sounds all day?

[conchy]

[did you just say



destruction???

anyway,]

In a manner of speaking, oui, but you're grossly underselling the value of these sounds! I am not "sitting around" so much as creating an archive of the sounds of life itself. Surely you see the value in that.

[diabolizes]

[ No, not really. It just makes him think of copying long passages from the archive in Gusu. But they're living together, so he'll be polite. ]

Preservation is important. Is it only for your ears?

[conchy]

Non! The majesty of sound isn't something to be hoarded and kept to oneself. Ah... but it's a shame my archive hasn't made it onto the island with me. I would have loved to satisfaire you with a wide array of wonderful sounds!

[Truly a shame.............]

[diabolizes]

[ A HUGE SHAME..... ]

Show me the new ones you make. As the inventor of audiomancy, I'm sure you can manage to gather plenty more.

[conchy]

[Wow, someone legitimately interested in his work! What a rare treat!! lmao]

That much is certain, friend!

[but speaking of.......... whomst the hell is this man]

Ah... excusez-moi, we have yet to properly introduce ourselves. I am Lobelia, the greatest genius the Skydom has ever known. And you are...?

[diabolizes]

Wei Wuxian, known far and wide as the Yiling Patriarch.

[ He thinks it's a stupid title and wishes he could've gotten a title for a deed better than living on a mountain of dead bodies, but hey. If this guy is going to be extra when introducing himself, then so will Wei Wuxian. ]

[conchy]

Enchanté, Wei Wuxian! It heartens me to know I'll be bunking with a homme with an ear for the finer things in life.

[...And death! Still, was that a Fancy Title he just heard? Lobelia's smile broadens, curiosity glimmering in his eyes.]

Yiling Patriarch, was it? And what responsibilities does such a lofty title carry?

[diabolizes]

I was given the title, so I don't do anything to maintain it.

[ He laughs, shifting to get more comfortable on the bed. He's gonna steal the comforter later to sleep on the floor. ]

I live on top of the Burial Mounds in Yiling with a few others, and I've deployed fierce corpses along the mountainside to keep threats out. That's all it is.

[conchy]

Heh... You didn't earn your title?

[Not like Lobelia has earned all of his own, having been told from a young age that he was a peerless genius. Still... how curious. Corpses, hm?]

So you're a nécromancien! Yet more we have in common, but our magics are very different. Tell me, were you also born with a natural aptitude for your craft?

[diabolizes]

You could say that. I invented this style of cultivation.

[ He invented it because his hand was essentially forced, but he doesn't need to divulge that little detail. ]

[conchy]

Cultivation, you call it? Hah! How curious.

[That's a very PR-friendly way of saying you raise the dead to do your bidding. Lobelia likes it.]

Was it out of boredom or nécessité?

[diabolizes]

Why do we do anything at all? Of course it was out of necessity.

[ He smiles, but there's no malice or regret or any negative emotion at all behind it. It simply is what it is. ]

[conchy]

Je vois! So your path was chosen for you, then? You must be unhappy.

[Just the same, there's no malice or ill intent behind Lobelia's words. He's simply pointing out an observation.]

[diabolizes]

It was out of necessity, yet I still made a choice, didn't I? Why would I be unhappy because of choices I have made?

[ It's as simple as that for him. Sure, he could be happier than he is now, but... he's fine walking along this path. ]

[conchy]

Do people always choose the choices that make them happiest? I think not, and that's what separates a genius from a fool.

[diabolizes]

Let me put it this way for you—I choose not to dwell on what makes me happy or not. I do whatever I please, and take full responsibility for it.

[conchy]

Then I should hope doing as you please leads you to accomplissement. If it doesn't... well, that's your concern, isn't it?

[Lobelia sure isn't concerned about what other people do, much less whether it makes them happy or not.]

In any case, monsieur Wuxian, let's get along while we're sharing walls, hm? Don't go raising up an army of the dead without inviting me to the faire la fête!

[diabolizes]

Should I raise one, it'll be a surprise, I'm afraid. I hope you like surprises.

[ He can't summon ghosts, though, so he can't promise anything by way of raising an army of the dead here. Dead fish, maybe. ]

[conchy]

Mais bien sûr! Who doesn't enjoy a good surprise?

[And he can think of none better than a corpse rising from the grave only to be killed again. Wonderful...........]

[diabolizes]

Well, there are some who aren't fond of them, though that isn't exactly relevant.

[ He hops up off the bed. ]

I'll be continuing my look around the island. Enjoy the bed in my absence.