[ooc: Although it is unlikely to come up directly in conversation, there may be themes of suicidal ideation throughout his threads due to canon point so just a head's up.]
Part Two: Sunlight room
[Wei Wuxian wakes up, which really isn't what he was expecting. There's the memory of a dream on his mind and a voice in his ear offering an explanation. He listens quietly, instinctively filing away bits and pieces that hold no meaning to him and then folding them neatly and putting them away. He understands the important parts. He pulls the earpiece out and holds it in his hand, and there's a faint pull of curiosity in him—the stirrings of a need to know how it works—but it fades as quickly as it came. The earpiece gets tucked into his robes and he stands.
Everything here is wondrous. None of it feels real. The only thing that keeps him from assuming it isn't an extremely weird dream is the fact that he can feel the floor beneath him. There's a slight chill that settles on his skin. His palm, when he digs a nail in to see what will happen, still hurts. Still bleeds. He frowns and continues to wander.
After a while of wandering, Wei Wuxian finds himself in an impossible place—the sunlight room. He knows it's an illusion from the moment he steps in, but the breeze feels real, the birdsong sounds real. It's a very clever illusion—better than any other he's ever seen.
Illusion or not, it's peaceful here and he settles himself on the bridge, feet swinging idly over the water.]
Part Two: Armory
[After he's had some time to wander around and accept that this is, if not real, than at least real to him, he finds himself in the armory. Or a room that is labeled "Armory" but consists only of a single contraption in the middle of the room. Curiosity finally beginning to win out over the haze he'd woken in, he approaches the device with a frown. There's not much to work with, just a box like device and a flat desk attached, but when he gets close enough he notices that the flat desk is lighting up.
Drawing a finger over it, his eyes widen further when he realizes it reacts to touch. Huh. That's certainly different.
Never one to shy away from figuring something out, he proceeds to continually move his fingers over the desk, pressing here and there and touching various options that pop up. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but he's determined to keep doing it until he makes something happen. Eventually, something does happen.
There's a noise from the device that absolutely does not make him jump, and suddenly there is a...fish lying in front of him. A very heavy metal fish. He picks it up and almost drops it, fumbling it in his hands because he wasn't prepared for the weight.
So if anyone is wondering why there is a man standing in the middle of the armory holding a metal fish, he doesn't know why either.]
Part three
[When Wei Wuxian said that the sunlight room was the most advanced illusion he'd ever seen, he'd been wrong. Or well, he'd been proven wrong immediately after. This place—the campus he's been walking around for some time now—is much more advanced.
He gets sidetracked in the library for far longer than he should and then gets turned around in the hallways. Eventually though, he makes it out to the clocktower, ignoring the slowly darkening sky to lean over to the magpie sitting on his shoulder and offer with a grin that doesn't quiet reach his eyes,]
Well, I've fallen from higher places. [The Magpie turns to him and gives him an extremely unimpressed look. He didn't know birds could give judgmental looks but he is absolutely being judged by a bird. Laughing, he approaches the clocktower and begins to walk around the base, all the while his eyes on the bell at the top.]
Okay...[he says aloud, maybe to the bird or maybe to no one at all,] Okay, if I can just...[he goes quiet again and drops to the ground. There's a blank talisman paper in front of him that he's pulled from his robes, and then he's mumbling to himself as he bites a finger and begins tracing various lines and characters on the paper with his blood. After a while of mumbling to himself like a madman and ignoring the growing signs of oncoming rain, he stands and slaps the talisman against the tower. The characters on the paper glow bright red.
Smirking, Wei Wuxian places a hand against the wall, and then another, and then a foot, and this his other foot. He is now ancient Chinese Spiderman. Like that, he climbs roughly six feet in the air, the bird on his shoulder squawking indignantly at him and pecking at his neck.]
Ow, okay. Why are you so—[Instead of finishing his sentence, Wei Wuxian's grip on the wall fails, his talisman goes dark, and he falls six feet to his back with a loud thump and a pushed out breath of air.]
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Part Two: Sunlight room
[Wei Wuxian wakes up, which really isn't what he was expecting. There's the memory of a dream on his mind and a voice in his ear offering an explanation. He listens quietly, instinctively filing away bits and pieces that hold no meaning to him and then folding them neatly and putting them away. He understands the important parts.
He pulls the earpiece out and holds it in his hand, and there's a faint pull of curiosity in him—the stirrings of a need to know how it works—but it fades as quickly as it came. The earpiece gets tucked into his robes and he stands.
Everything here is wondrous. None of it feels real. The only thing that keeps him from assuming it isn't an extremely weird dream is the fact that he can feel the floor beneath him. There's a slight chill that settles on his skin. His palm, when he digs a nail in to see what will happen, still hurts. Still bleeds. He frowns and continues to wander.
After a while of wandering, Wei Wuxian finds himself in an impossible place—the sunlight room. He knows it's an illusion from the moment he steps in, but the breeze feels real, the birdsong sounds real. It's a very clever illusion—better than any other he's ever seen.
Illusion or not, it's peaceful here and he settles himself on the bridge, feet swinging idly over the water.]
Part Two: Armory
[After he's had some time to wander around and accept that this is, if not real, than at least real to him, he finds himself in the armory. Or a room that is labeled "Armory" but consists only of a single contraption in the middle of the room. Curiosity finally beginning to win out over the haze he'd woken in, he approaches the device with a frown. There's not much to work with, just a box like device and a flat desk attached, but when he gets close enough he notices that the flat desk is lighting up.
Drawing a finger over it, his eyes widen further when he realizes it reacts to touch. Huh. That's certainly different.
Never one to shy away from figuring something out, he proceeds to continually move his fingers over the desk, pressing here and there and touching various options that pop up. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but he's determined to keep doing it until he makes something happen. Eventually, something does happen.
There's a noise from the device that absolutely does not make him jump, and suddenly there is a...fish lying in front of him. A very heavy metal fish. He picks it up and almost drops it, fumbling it in his hands because he wasn't prepared for the weight.
So if anyone is wondering why there is a man standing in the middle of the armory holding a metal fish, he doesn't know why either.]
Part three
[When Wei Wuxian said that the sunlight room was the most advanced illusion he'd ever seen, he'd been wrong. Or well, he'd been proven wrong immediately after. This place—the campus he's been walking around for some time now—is much more advanced.
He gets sidetracked in the library for far longer than he should and then gets turned around in the hallways. Eventually though, he makes it out to the clocktower, ignoring the slowly darkening sky to lean over to the magpie sitting on his shoulder and offer with a grin that doesn't quiet reach his eyes,]
Well, I've fallen from higher places. [The Magpie turns to him and gives him an extremely unimpressed look. He didn't know birds could give judgmental looks but he is absolutely being judged by a bird. Laughing, he approaches the clocktower and begins to walk around the base, all the while his eyes on the bell at the top.]
Okay...[he says aloud, maybe to the bird or maybe to no one at all,] Okay, if I can just...[he goes quiet again and drops to the ground. There's a blank talisman paper in front of him that he's pulled from his robes, and then he's mumbling to himself as he bites a finger and begins tracing various lines and characters on the paper with his blood. After a while of mumbling to himself like a madman and ignoring the growing signs of oncoming rain, he stands and slaps the talisman against the tower. The characters on the paper glow bright red.
Smirking, Wei Wuxian places a hand against the wall, and then another, and then a foot, and this his other foot. He is now ancient Chinese Spiderman. Like that, he climbs roughly six feet in the air, the bird on his shoulder squawking indignantly at him and pecking at his neck.]
Ow, okay. Why are you so—[Instead of finishing his sentence, Wei Wuxian's grip on the wall fails, his talisman goes dark, and he falls six feet to his back with a loud thump and a pushed out breath of air.]
Ah...ow.