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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[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.