[ None of this is familiar. One blink to another and somehow he finds himself in what appears to be...a bathhouse? Zixhuan shakes out his sleeves with a frown, looking around for the familiar. Somehow his robes are still mended, no sign of blood or - 'breathe'. A strange voice whispers in his mind, and he does.
Except his gaze falls on a young man wearing Jin sect robes and - no. Not possible. He strides over, frown deepening despite the confusion threatening to drag him down. ]
Who are you to carry that sword?
[ That sword, who has a twin attached to his own belt. ]
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Date: 2021-04-15 07:28 am (UTC)Except his gaze falls on a young man wearing Jin sect robes and - no. Not possible. He strides over, frown deepening despite the confusion threatening to drag him down. ]
Who are you to carry that sword?
[ That sword, who has a twin attached to his own belt. ]