[He laughs a little in turn, kneeling next to Anaido where he rests against the tree.]
Mm, I didn't get the feeling you'd be much concerned about it. [Given his VERY BOISTEROUS RETURN.] But we've had trouble in the past on our boat with people dying in the middle of things and then coming back, you see? Best to err on the side of caution, just in case.
[Not that he managed to pick up on the brand when he checked Chuuya, Nathan, Polly or Carlos either, but, y'know. Best not to assume and risk missing something obvious.]
It was, in that particular case. The people were brought back, but because they had crossed over once, the demons had already laid claim to them.
[It was a bad time for everyone and he couldn't even see their cursedass tattoos.]
To be honest, there's probably not much of a point in me checking here and now, since I didn't notice anything amiss on them earlier. But I'd rather try and come up empty-handed, than not and miss something crucial.
[He looks at himself as if to check that no, he has not turned into whatever a sex demon is.]
Hahaha, well. [And a sharp nod.] You have every permission to examine me as you see fit, whenever. I don't want there to be signs of a demon lurking inside me and not have anyone notice them.
[He looks down at Anaido too, even though he is definitely not turning into a sex demon.]
Hah - thank you, friend. Like I said, I doubt anything will come of it, but... [A gentle, sloping shrug.] If there's anything I can do for the dead, dead-adjacent, newly-dead, once-dead, you know, then I do like to try.
[It's the necromancer in him. The duality of Wei Wuxian, who tenderly sews up all of his corpses by hand but also just straight-up digs grannies outta their graves to fight battles for him.]
Mind if I check your vitals for now? And take a look at the scar or scars you have?
Ahahaha. Of course. You're an expert in such things. I'll defer to your judgement and wisdom on this kind of thing.
[And he means it sincerely, since he knows Wen Ning spoke highly of Wei Wuxian's talents. Anaido nods at the question, raising his hand to pull aside his bangs. There's a big indent of a scar splitting down his forehead, going into his right eyebrow - but it looks rather old, even though he most certainly didn't have it before Friday.]
Just as long as you understand that even I don't have the ability to overcome everything in these places.
[AS MUCH AS HE WISHES... HE COULD... Boy it's rough having your most basicass talismans backfire and then being completely incapable of figuring out how to work with resentful energy on a boat in six weeks when you created a whole new method of cultivation in three months once.
Absolutely-not-bitter bitterness aside, though, he'll lean forward to get a closer look at the scar! That's rough buddy... After a pause, he lifts his hand to carefully and gently tap the scar tissue, running his finger along the length.]
Everything feel as you'd expect from an old scar, there? Anything particularly unusual about it?
[A SIGH... But he'll sit back on his heels after Anaido winces, carefully pulling his hands away. He reaches for his arm next, so he can check his pulse at the wrist, chatting while he does.]
Taako thinks it was left like this as a reminder. What do you think of that? It might be a clue as to how reality works in this particular world, but it might just be a spiteful warning or snide reminder, true enough.
[He offers his arm happily. His heart beats, like a normal person's heart ought to.]
A reminder? [He muses on that, for a moment.] Mm, perhaps. I think it hints that death in this place works very differently than we expect. The fact my scar is old...perhaps there's something like time dilation, or there are versions of ourselves who can die, and get replaced...
[HM.]
Though, you're right. Could just be a spiteful warning from our snake.
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Mm, I didn't get the feeling you'd be much concerned about it. [Given his VERY BOISTEROUS RETURN.] But we've had trouble in the past on our boat with people dying in the middle of things and then coming back, you see? Best to err on the side of caution, just in case.
[Not that he managed to pick up on the brand when he checked Chuuya, Nathan, Polly or Carlos either, but, y'know. Best not to assume and risk missing something obvious.]
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[He turns his head, giving him a curious look.]
You say that like its a bad thing, in that case.
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[It was a bad time for everyone and he couldn't even see their cursedass tattoos.]
To be honest, there's probably not much of a point in me checking here and now, since I didn't notice anything amiss on them earlier. But I'd rather try and come up empty-handed, than not and miss something crucial.
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[THE SEX DEMONS???? Oh boy.]
[He looks at himself as if to check that no, he has not turned into whatever a sex demon is.]
Hahaha, well. [And a sharp nod.] You have every permission to examine me as you see fit, whenever. I don't want there to be signs of a demon lurking inside me and not have anyone notice them.
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Hah - thank you, friend. Like I said, I doubt anything will come of it, but... [A gentle, sloping shrug.] If there's anything I can do for the dead, dead-adjacent, newly-dead, once-dead, you know, then I do like to try.
[It's the necromancer in him. The duality of Wei Wuxian, who tenderly sews up all of his corpses by hand but also just straight-up digs grannies outta their graves to fight battles for him.]
Mind if I check your vitals for now? And take a look at the scar or scars you have?
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[And he means it sincerely, since he knows Wen Ning spoke highly of Wei Wuxian's talents. Anaido nods at the question, raising his hand to pull aside his bangs. There's a big indent of a scar splitting down his forehead, going into his right eyebrow - but it looks rather old, even though he most certainly didn't have it before Friday.]
Go ahead. Be my guest.
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[AS MUCH AS HE WISHES... HE COULD... Boy it's rough having your most basicass talismans backfire and then being completely incapable of figuring out how to work with resentful energy on a boat in six weeks when you created a whole new method of cultivation in three months once.
Absolutely-not-bitter bitterness aside, though, he'll lean forward to get a closer look at the scar! That's rough buddy... After a pause, he lifts his hand to carefully and gently tap the scar tissue, running his finger along the length.]
Everything feel as you'd expect from an old scar, there? Anything particularly unusual about it?
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[He allows Wei Wuxian to tap at it, though he winces when he does.]
Not really...its still sore, which makes sense since it just happened a couple of days ago, but...I don't understand how it healed over so quick.
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[A SIGH... But he'll sit back on his heels after Anaido winces, carefully pulling his hands away. He reaches for his arm next, so he can check his pulse at the wrist, chatting while he does.]
Taako thinks it was left like this as a reminder. What do you think of that? It might be a clue as to how reality works in this particular world, but it might just be a spiteful warning or snide reminder, true enough.
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A reminder? [He muses on that, for a moment.] Mm, perhaps. I think it hints that death in this place works very differently than we expect. The fact my scar is old...perhaps there's something like time dilation, or there are versions of ourselves who can die, and get replaced...
[HM.]
Though, you're right. Could just be a spiteful warning from our snake.
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An interesting theory... [It is one he's not very fond of, but he's not very fond of most of the things that happen in these games. C'est la vie!!]
Best not to discount any possibility this early on, hm? When we know so little about this world and its workings. --Your pulse is lovely, by the way!
[Good work on not being dead, Anaido.]
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[He actually smiles brightly at that - he never expected his pulse to be something to be complimented.]
I'm sure yours is nice, too!
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Why, thank you! I'd like to think it does well for itself.