xie lian is out at the beach, sitting crosslegged in the sand. he's been back to change clothes - his white robes are pristine - and he's holding what appears to be a few small sheets of paper in his hands.
there is a small fire burning in front of him, flickering light across the beach, and he is slowly dipping each of the papers into the fire, until they burn to ashes, saying something soft under his breath. he glances up, noticing someone else - and then offers a soft smile, nodding his head. ] Good evening, Mr. Van Zieks.
I thought the more showy I was about it, the angrier it would make him, so I had to be a bit dramatic.
[ there's a beat. he huffs a little bit of a laugh, rubbing at his nose. ]
Truth be told, I don't even know who Crimson Rain Sought Flower is. He just went on and on about how weak this other ghost king was compared to him, so I thought it might be a sore spot, and I was right.
[ not that xie lian has ever attended a trial, before today, but it was rather... slapdash. ]
...Even still, I think that we did the best that we could, with what we had. I think that the people who are above the Watchers, whomever they may be, must be quite inflexible.
Oh, yes, let me be clear. I think as a group people performed, generally, as well as could be expected. I take issue with the powers that set the parameters.
I think we would all agree with that. Even still, do you think they will listen to your woes about it...? Or perhaps - we should simply ignore them, and do the best with what we have? Your skills would surely be useful in organizing things a little more.
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xie lian is out at the beach, sitting crosslegged in the sand. he's been back to change clothes - his white robes are pristine - and he's holding what appears to be a few small sheets of paper in his hands.
there is a small fire burning in front of him, flickering light across the beach, and he is slowly dipping each of the papers into the fire, until they burn to ashes, saying something soft under his breath. he glances up, noticing someone else - and then offers a soft smile, nodding his head. ] Good evening, Mr. Van Zieks.
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... I do not know if good is the right word for it. We still don't know why the murder occurred.
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Mm. Even if you were to ask him, there is a good chance that he would lie. The only way to get him to speak truths is to trick him - as you saw today.
[ a little huff - he smiles, wanly, up at van zieks ] I apologize, that I had to make such a show of things, today.
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[As much as his permanent frown would suggest irritation, he sounds sincere.]
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[ there's a beat. he huffs a little bit of a laugh, rubbing at his nose. ]
Truth be told, I don't even know who Crimson Rain Sought Flower is. He just went on and on about how weak this other ghost king was compared to him, so I thought it might be a sore spot, and I was right.
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[He even did a legjection!]
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Thank you, Mr. Van Zieks. I took a page out of your book, for certain. Is this what you do at home...?
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[Frowns!]
Yes and no.
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How so?
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[ not that xie lian has ever attended a trial, before today, but it was rather... slapdash. ]
...Even still, I think that we did the best that we could, with what we had. I think that the people who are above the Watchers, whomever they may be, must be quite inflexible.
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I think we would all agree with that. Even still, do you think they will listen to your woes about it...? Or perhaps - we should simply ignore them, and do the best with what we have? Your skills would surely be useful in organizing things a little more.