EVENT LOG: HÆIÐRS-MINNI

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: the funeral

The morning sun is lost behind clouds that pour in an endless rain, casting the city into a dark and gloomy shadow. The streets of Asgard are almost entirely empty, although hardly a soul can be found indoors either. Everyone is gathered instead at the riverbank on the castle grounds, where a series of boats are tethered along the short and gently tugging with the current. The native Asgardians place gifts, food, and personal belongings into the boats in memory of their lost loved ones.

Whether you've lost someone, were lost yourself, or carry some other loss within you, the natives invite you to place your own offerings in the boats to send off your sorrows together.

Several hours into the morning, once everyone has had their chance to fill the boats, Heimdall gives a short speech honoring those that fell in the recent battle as the boats are let loose down the river. Honir fires an arrow towards the last one to float away, and Odin lights it on fire as it soars overhead, the single arrow splitting into a wave of shooting stars that strike each boat dead center. The boats alight all at once, and even with the rain pouring overhead, they continue to burn as they float gently out of sight, carrying everyone's grief away with them.

all day: the dedication

Throughout the rest of the day, many of Asgard's residents seem to buzz around Firar Samka, the cultural museum in Mimir's district. A new wing has been added to document Asgard's recent triumphs, but most especially to honor the unexpected stalwart allies of the kingdom: you, the Wanderers from other worlds. This display was added to memorialize the lengths you've gone to in the name of protecting and preserving life within the realm, the core purpose of Asgard in its entirety. You are heroes among gods and this exhibit seeks to portray that for all to see.

As you wander through the display, you might see childish drawings of familiar people fighting a massive dragon, or a large painted mural of solemn faces standing off against an army of ghoulish figures. Skadi can be found beside these, sometimes twisting them into eerie motion or placing a new piece somewhere along the halls.

Elsewhere, you can find Njord alone or accompanied by some human skalds as they sing or read poetry or even sometimes reenact part of the battles against the Red Death and the Army of the Dead. Your characters can watch or join, and they might even hear their own names mentioned among the reverence and song. This is the story of Asgard and the Wanderers conquering death, and you're right at the center of it.

evening: the feast

To end the day on a high note, everyone is invited to Nādhirhöll in Tyr's district, where the entire banquet hall has been decked out in so many colors and leaves and lights that it might feel like walking into an overgrown forest tightly held in the grips of a sparkling autumn. With the growing success of the distilleries in Njord's district, vodka and ales are passed around freely alongside the mountains of food available on tables in every room. People dance and sing and lounge around the leaves with laughter and a joyful appreciation of life in the air.

If your character joins the party, they might notice themselves feeling more warm and relaxed over the course of the evening. They might have the unusual inclination to be more physically affectionate with people and vocally declare their appreciation to them. Deep in this glittering "forest," it is easy to feel lost in the warmth and comfort of good company and relative safety.

This party continues into the morning of the next day, something that many may not realize as deeply wrapped in an artificial forest as they may be. The effects of the curse fade as everyone stumbles their way out of Nādhirhöll, leaving a heavy blanket of strangely warm exhaustion behind. It's been a long and potentially emotional day, but the city seems to be brought together under a shared relief and a new tomorrow.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for Hæiðrs-Minni! There are various goings-on throughout the day to acknowledge past strife and be grateful for a projected future. If you have any questions or need any help, please let us know on the mod contact page! ]

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Wei Wuxian | The Untamed

[yiling_laozu]

prompts below~

funeral

[yiling_laozu]

For a long time, Wei Wuxian observes from a respectful distance. He hasn't been here long enough to know any of the dead personally - he grieves their loss, but it isn't personal in the way it might be had he known their names, their faces, their hearts. It isn't until a little native boy presses a boat into his hands and explains that he might send his sorrows away with it that Wei Wuxian understands that the ceremony is for all of them.

And with this realization comes hesitation. Wei Wuxian has lost so many. His father, his mother. His adopted father, his adopted mother. His own life. Shijie..

He hasn't thought long on her since arriving here. Wei Wuxian never thinks of his sister for long, for when he does, emotions he wants to believe he doesn't have time for claw at his chest. Looking down at the little boat, now, Wei Wuxian can't bring himself to let her go, but he could acknowledge the loss. He looks at the boat and thinks of gentle hands and sweeter smiles, of the bundles of food she'd always overburdened him with, of lotus root soup and the dear son she'd been forced to leave behind.

It's with tears in his eyes tha Wei Wuxian sets the boat to the water, dropping to his knees in the muddied shore to bow before it as it drifts away. "Shijie," he whispers. "It's you that deserved a second life, not me. Forgive me."

Re: funeral

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji has kept to the edges of the crowd, wanting to pay his respects but uncomfortable with the emotion around him. It took alcohol for him to vent any of his grief and he doesn't want his lack of reaction to be read as uncaring.

Then he sees Wei Ying go down on his knees and is striding across the riverbank, uncaring about his robes as he kneels down next to him and places a hand between his shoulder blades.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian jumps for the touch, settling somewhat when he realizes it's Lan Wangji beside him. This isn't a state he cares to be caught in, but there's little he can do for it now, rubbing his wet sleeves beneath his eyes to smear tears and rain.

"Lan Zhan," he says, "It's a waste. Why is it me? Why am I the one to come back?"

[lan_wangji]

"Not a waste," he says firmly, using his own sleeve to gently wipe at Wei Ying's face. "Wei Ying didn't ask to come back. Didn't choose it. But I am grateful for it."

The sleeve of his rob is wide and long and he raises it over their heads, already wet but providing a little shelter from the downpour.

"Lady Jiang was not your fault. Was not fair."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zixuan was my fault," says Wei Wuxian, closing his eyes as Lan Wangji dirties his robes with his tears. "I took him from her. I thought I could stay in control, but I couldn't. She died trying to save me, and I didn't protect her." If he'd stopped demonic cultivation after defeating Wen Rouhan, if he'd listened to Lan Wangji, if he'd found a way to save the remaining Wens, if, if, if...perhaps it will never stop stealing his sleep, little boat or not.

He rubs at his forearm. The scars there are healed, but on days like this he can still feel the unknit wounds. "I was brought back for revenge and death. Ugly things, horrible things. The Yiling Patriarch is still the boogeyman."

[lan_wangji]

"Were set upon by Jin Zixun. Was not your fault. She chose to protect you because you were loved," he insists, grabbing Wei Ying by the shoulders to turn him towards Lan Zhan.

"Wei Wuxian returning was a gift," he says, fingers digging into Wei Ying's bony, wet shoulders. "Lan Wangji waited for sixteen years. Does not matter why you were brought back, you are a gift," he finishes, a little desperately.

[yiling_laozu]

[she is cruel and won't let me fix my typo ﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿]

Wei Wuxian lets himself be tugged about, weighed down by rain and long buried grief. Lan Wangji is gripping him so hard it hurts, but Wei Wuxian welcomes the pain, clinging to the only rope he has out of the melancholy he's let himself slide into.

He folds one of his hands over Lan Wangji's, his grip soft in comparison. It isn't right that it's him and not shijie, but he won't say so to Lan Zhan again, not with the scars that stripe his back. "Don't let me squander it," he murmurs. "If the chance is mine and not hers, I should use it to honor her."

feast

[yiling_laozu]

Despite the tears that come before, Wei Wuxian is having an excellent time. The banquet hall is lovely, all but dripping with magic that makes it feel as if the feast is taking place in the midst of a lush forest.

What's more, there are several types of alcohol. Wei Wuxian goes for the clear flame water first, familiar with the way it burns in his belly and spreads the warmth all over. The ales he samples some time after, finding them strange at first, but pleasant in the way that reminds him of biting into a loaf of freshly baked bread.

He's feeling very content indeed, and when someone takes a seat next to him, he thinks nothing of resting his head on their shoulder, offering them his newly acquired flagon of ale.

Re: feast

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is...enjoying himself. He is fairly certain that nothing he has consumed has been tainted with alcohol and there seems to be no obvious magics.

But he talked to a stranger. On purpose. He initiated it. He would be worried but he can't quite bring himself to do anything about it.

He spots Wei Ying sitting across the room and walks over, sitting next to him and releasing a happy sigh when his head comes to rest.

"Hello."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian sighs, wiggling closer. He swiftly pulls the flagon back to himself, recalling very well what a terror Lan Wangji is even after one drop. He pats his hand in apology.

"You mustn't drink the brown drinks," he advises. "They are not as strong as wine, but still! They make me very happy."

[lan_wangji]

"Do not want the brown drinks," he replies, patting Wei Ying's hand right now. "Smell of strange bread."

"Wei Ying, I spoke with someone. Walked up and spoke and they spoke back. Don't know why. Wanted to. Do you think the food is poisoned?"

[yiling_laozu]

"Aiya?" Wei Wuxian lifts his head, fixing Lan Wangji with a confused and blurry smile. "Not poisoned," he reasons, for he hasn't been behaving strangely, at least, not for him. But Lan Wangji initiating conversation is unusual indeed, if, Wei Wuxian decides, a happy event.

"Were they very fascinating?" he asks, intrigued.

[lan_wangji]

"Saw your roommate, Okita-gongzi and walked over and made introductions," he murmurs, half to himself as he is still mystified at his behavior.

"Did this without prompting. Very strange. Wonder if this is how others always feel."

He finishes with a pat to Wei Ying's head, wanting it to rest again on his shoulder.

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan is becoming more social!" Wei Wuxian dearly wishes he could tell Lan Xichen, he would be so proud! "Perhaps this is the effect of leaving Gusu," he ventures, happily placing his head back on Lan Wangji's shoulder. It's a little bony, but his many robes provide a fine cushion.

"Now that you are forced into more interaction, you are better at it."

feast

[hikikomori_king]

Turgon startles at the touch - he hadn't really been paying attention, but he's not usually got someone react this way to a stranger sitting down nearby.

(The flagon of ale does explain a bit)

"Hello. I fear you may have mistaken me for someone else!"

He tips his wine glass back - still full, see?

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lifts his head to peer at him, giggling a little when he realizes they are, in fact, strangers. "Ahh," he drawls, "But has this Master had ale before?" This deep in his cups, it doesn't occur to Wei Wuxian that ale might be commonplace on other worlds.

He smacks his lips, still marveling at the way the liquid in his flagon seems to be alive, like angry, toast flavored water when it strikes his tongue. "It's amazing!"

[hikikomori_king]

"Just Turgon is fine." He corrects, and smiles a little bemusedly at the clearly inebriated human.

"Once or twice. My son-in-law is quite fond of it, as are some of my lords. I prefer wine, though."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian hears the correction, but any thought to drop the honorific flies right out the window at the thought of this man's lords. Wei Wuxian is the opposite of proper, but he's not impolite out of turn. "Lord Turgon is very wise," he decides, "Wei Wuxian prefers wine, too. We are going to make some when the rice paddy is finished!"

And the rice is grown. And harvested. And milled. And fermented.

The grin on Wei Wuxian's face is no less eager for it despite the long wait.

[hikikomori_king]

Well Turgon won't protest someone being polite! He's had to unlearn all his manners because it makes people here feel awkward, so it's very nice to meet someone who doesn't mind.

"And who is Wei Wuxian?" He wonders - he's not actually heard anyone speaking in third person before!

feast

[sanityinruins]

[ A soft sigh as he takes the flagon away, replacing it with a small earthen jar of corked tightly to keep the contents from spilling. ]

Ah, Xiao-Wei, Xiao-Wei, why are you here without your Hanguang-Jun?

[ Ye Zun wasn't sure exactly how far along the two were in their relationship, but given the amount of devotion he had seen in Lan Wangji, and the way that Wei Wuxian somehow always talks about the other. He may not have the best of reactions when it came to romance himself - he blamed this on the years in the army camp, followed by his brother's own pig-headed stubbornness over Kunlun - but he at least knew they had to be close. Just how close is another question. ]

You should be careful with the human's beer.

[yiling_laozu]

[feel free to keep your brackets, i'm a hussy for prose!]

"Ayy?" Wei Wuxian drawls, giggling against Ye Zun's shoulder. "Am I very small? I am the Yiling Patriarch! The smallest...patriarch...boogeyman of the cultivating..." He trails off as his blurry eyes focus on the jar Ye Zun has placed in his hands.

"This is wine?" he asks, lifting his head with a bright, if blurry, grin. "It is better, but the beer was nice, too. Like baked bread!" He smacks his lips, turning to fix his uneven gaze on the hall at large.

"Hanguang-Jun does not like crowds," he says. "But even he must eat. I'm sure he'll be along."

[sanityinruins]

[ I'm just way use to it after all these years that's all :3 also forgive my lack of skills with Chinese I just tried a translation tool here. ]

"You are," he replies with a chuckle, nose scrunching as he takes a sniff of the beer. It was yeast-y and thick and after a sip Ye Zun decided he wasn't that big of a fan. "I'm Gui Mian, Bèi qiújìn de è líng and far older than you've been alive."

Despite at how much it annoys to admit that, it doesn't bother him as it would if he told it to someone else. Instead he fondly taps the younger man on the nose with the jar.

"I made an attempt brewing some chrysanthemum flower wine. Try it. Maybe you can give some to your Hanguang-Jun when you see him."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian grasps the jar, uncorking it carefully. Master Ye has made a special wine, and he honors him by sharing it. Wei Wuxian takes a deep drink, sighing happily as the wine burns pleasantly down his throat, floral in its aftertaste.

"This is a wine to make a man selfish," he says, already hating the thought of wasting a single drop on another tongue, even Lan Wangji's. "But Lan Zhan mustn't have wine. Even a sip and he becomes quite ridiculous. He stoles chickens last time," he confides to and perhaps against Master Ye's shoulder. "And carved his name in a post!"

Wei Wuxian laughs and shakes his head, but his mind is too sharp to be completely addled even by Asgard's finest spirits. "How old is Master Ye? And is he imprisoned in evil, or is the evil imprisoned in him?"

Neither seem likely. Master Ye has frightening teeth, but that's hardly enough to judge a man in Wei Wuxian's opinion.

[sanityinruins]

It wasn't as special as it should be, but he is still learning how to make the wine right. He will get the timing down once the process is perfect and then share what he could with others that enjoy it as much as him. Maybe he will teach the natives the proper method; beer and vodka were fine but they were not proper.

"I hope it satisfies Wei Wuxian then. My skills are still lacking in making wines in this place."

Though that was an interesting bit of gossip and one that startles a laugh out of him, eyes crinkling as he adds, "My brother also has that problem. One cup knocks him out. You'd think that he would be fine, but no, it reacts badly with him."

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes at Wei Wuxian, the corner of his mouth twitches as he thinks about how to reply. There were layers to what had happened, and while his brother forgave him, it still wasn't pleasant to remember.

"It's been centuries to the time before the Warring States - ah, before the Zhou kingdom grew in power, I believe. The evil is imprisoned in me."