[SOMETIME BEFORE FRIDAY waves hand vaguely, whatever works
But here is Lan Wangji!! It's been a little while since he's stopped by, and he's not here to purchase books today. When he visits the shop, he doesn't browse the shelves like he normally does--instead, he just kind of hovers patiently in the corner, staring at any other customers with his Resting Bitch Face until they get uncomfortable and leave. SORRY FOR THE POTENTIAL LOSS OF BUSINESS ASH he can't help his face.
Still, whenever they're alone is when he'll finally make his way over to Ash, bowing slightly in greeting.]
[ he could at least pretend to look interested in the books dang it Lan Wangji. When he finally stops hovering on the edge of ash's peripheral vision long enough to actually do whatever it is he came here to do, he is rewarded with a flat look from ash. ]
Depends on what about and how long it's gonna take. I am still trying to run a shop here.
[ ... he'd be a little more polite, but having someone hang around observing him for however long lwj has been here grates on the nerves a bit. ]
[IT IS NOT but you know what, the main reason he's here is because Wei Wuxian told him to come and he listens to Wei Wuxian unquestioningly, so. Lan Wangji deserves this.]
I am searching for them. [He hasn't been handing out Missing Persons flyers, but he hasn't kept it a secret either.] You speak with many people. It did not seem unreasonable that you might have heard something.
[ ash would not listen to wei wuxian unquestioningly, smh. but to be fair, ash's default with wwx is to push him in the lake or try to get him out of his shop in the shortest amount of time. ]
I do speak with a lot of people, but if any of them are Maou they ain't sticking it on a banner and waving it in my face.
No one's come in and bought a book on "how to handle my brand new, asshole god given super role" either.
[ Last night was fun, to put it one way. It was exceptionally tiring, to put it another.
But it wasn't a waste. None of it was.
Elizabeth, this time, has a purpose in coming to Ash's bookstore, and one that she wastes no time in exhibiting: she has a makeshift sack (from a drape) that she'll be setting on his counter... desk... whatever. ]
...There are books in here you may be interested in adding to your collection, [ she says, haltingly, like she is valiantly fighting an urge. She knows she can't last forever, but she will be damned if she acts like a songbird while she's trying to be extremely serious right now. ] They're from the castle that was up on the mountain.
[ You know, the one that mysteriously burned down last night. :) ]
They are-- [ Another brief moment. Hold on. She's fine. ] They are very interesting, but not my cup of tea.
...? [ ash leans to the side slightly to stare at the sack, like squinting hard enough at it is going to impart knowledge on the exact items that are lurking inside there. ]
From the castle? ... What kind of books are we talking here? If there's no market for them or general need for them, then why would I take them?
How, exactly? I get we're supposed to be finding them but what are they supposed to do about it? Telling us a bed time story's one thing but that ain't a magical cure all.
While I'd hope you'd never find anyone interested in purchasing these, they are the type of literature that quite a lot of people would want to get their hands on.
[ ...Except all of that is sung, and if she were able to look embarrassed, she might! But she can't, so she doesn't. Just a pointedly neutral face as she shuts her mouth immediately and tasks herself with opening the sack. The books are... there are a lot of them! A few of them have an insignia on them, and most of them still retained the old blood that was on them when she found them. Fun stuff.
She leans in, trying Not to sing too loudly and trying not to sing besides. Stupid curse. ]
They are-- books on dark magics, just as a genre. From necromancy to lengthening the human lifespan.
[ Voodoo, sacrifice... You name it, she's got it. There's also a wax seal in the bag that matches the insignia on the books! ]
[ He has those things for a reason and the reason isn't always just "these books are rare". He leans in a little to peer into the sack and-- hmm. hm. ]
Is that blood on those things? This is some human sacrifice bullshit, ain't it.
Ain't that the truth. By that measure, going around asking isn't going to help you much either -- if that's the general assumption, that people are just gonna start demanding stuff from them, why would anyone out them?
[ It's... a point, he thinks. He wouldn't want to be outed if he were in that position. It'd be a pain, and people's intentions aren't always good. ]
[ elizabeth touches her throat, wondering if she ought to just accept the fact she has been cursed to be a songbird for however long this lasts, and continues. singing. unfortunate. ]
Demon sacrifice, to be more accurate. A young man named Tetsuya suffered a grim fate. [ he was mad and killed wen ning. Anyway, ] It's only a theory of mine, but I believe he was purchased at an auction in old days' time. Him and two girls.
[ it's a guess that lines up with their findings at least. ]
...You'll find their written receipts within as well, not that they have much more to tell. Outside of "special goods".
[It is a fair point, and Lan Wangji dips his head to acknowledge it. He doesn't sigh out loud, but he looks like he wants to.]
I have sought assistance from others. [So he's not like, going up to every stranger on the street and accosting them. In the end, though--] But I do not know how else to find them.
[He's not good at being stealthy, or casual, or any of those things. He has so little need for them, and he's almost always gotten his way by being straightforward and politely stubborn.]
[ knock knock. hey ash, it's your favorite dragon! fortunately, he'll wait until it's late, and the shop's closing so they can talk privately. unfortunately, he's as rude as ever and offers no greeting. ]
Did the gods finally start giving you vague directions, too?
Sort of. They've given people visions about the Maou.
[ he looks away uncomfortably. ]
I don't know how trustworthy they are, but they're saying we have to form a red string with someone, or... [ he waves a hand vaguely. ] ...everything will be destroyed.
[ ... ] Someone was asking around about you, recently. Not you, specifically? But the ferryman apparently thought to point them my way, so I don't know how much he knows.
[ ... wowsers. ]
So, what. They're running some kind of arrange dating system in exchange for not destroying the world?
Apparently Okuni had visions of who we are, so she's probably told the other two. [ triplets bad. ] So far, there's just three of us. If there's more, she hasn't said anything.
[ of course that comment just makes him more irritable. ]
I don't know. It's probably something to do with increasing our power. They didn't say. But I don't think the other two are going to give me much of a choice.
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