#sangcheng for @mirellasnape
The Whump Wheel chose... Burned!
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The plan had seemed sound when it was made.
The younger disciples would use flares to drive the creature into the clearing where he and the older disciples were waiting, and then he would use Zidian to snare
it so the disciples would have an easier time to kill it.
And, at first, everything had gone as expected.
What they hadn't been expecting was how much the creature could still thrash even in Zidian's coils.
What they hadn't been expecting was that one of the juniors would
attempt to help kill it faster by flinging one of the unused flares at it.
And what they *definitely* hadn't expected was that the combination of the two would send the lit flare directly at *Nie Huaisang*, who had attempted to dodge it only to be struck in the back, igniting
both his robes and his *hair*.
Jiang Cheng couldn't risk the creature getting loose and killing anyone else, but it still made him feel nauseous that he could only hang on with Zidian while two Nie disciples rushed to tend their sect leader.
The *moment* the damned thing was
dead, he bolted over to see how bad the damage was.
Nie Huaisang's robes were a lost cause, but they meant nothing compared to what the flare had done to *him*. His hair had been burned to just above the sickening mess of blisters and ruined skin that spread over part of his
shoulder blade and ribs.
He was being surprisingly quiet despite the amount of pain he had to be in -"Shock, most likely," one of the Nie medics had said- and that was almost as disturbing as the injuries.
"What do you need me to do?" Jiang Cheng asked. It came out more sharply
than intended, but he didn't much care.
The same Nie medic looked him over, then nodded to himself for some reason. "These-" he said, holding up one of the talismans he'd begun plastering to Nie Huaisang's upper body, "-need a continual stream of qi to keep them activated."
"On it," Jiang Cheng said without hesitation, kneeling by the medic's side.
"Good. That'll let me finish administering the pain medication and sedatives before the shock wears off."
Jiang Cheng pressed two fingertips to one of the talismans, and his stomach lurched again
when he felt the damage the burns had done to the meridians under them.
Swallowing back the urge to retch, he focused on the channeling while the medic began injections.
He wasn't sure how long he spent at it. At some point, the unlucky junior had approached with anguished
apologies, but he barely remembered what he'd said in response. Something about accidents happening and not to be so eager next time.
His heart leapt into his throat when Nie Huaisang slumped forward with a low moan, then remembered what the medic had said about medications.
"Leave the talismans on until we get back to Lotus Pier."
"Right," Jiang Cheng said, then shifted his position to pick up Nie Huaisang as he stood.
No one stopped him.
And when Nie Huaisang was finally laid on his stomach on an infirmary bed, no one protested when Jiang Cheng
sat down and took hold of his hand, beginning to channel qi through the fresh set of talismans while they all waited for him to wake up.
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I have no idea what the ship tag for this is, but Zhuzhi-lang/Huaisang for @solacegrief
The Whump Wheel chose... Poisoning! (hand to god i shit you not)
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The snake yao was bigger than him, but also more slow moving and much dumber. Once Zhuzhi-lang had finished biting it
full of holes and then tearing it to fine shreds, he abandoned the corpse and rushed back over to the human curled up on the ground.
Nie Huaisang's breathing had started to turn into shallow, desperate gulps for air and sweat was pouring from his skin even as he shivered.
The area around his neck and shoulder had turned a disgusting purple-green-black color with spreading threads of black where the venom had leeched under his skin.
Seeing it, Zhuzhi-lang momentarily wished he'd made the yao suffer longer. But no, that would have cut the time they
#sangyu for @TheLadyLudovica
The Whump Wheel chose... Migraine!
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Though he still had to keep quiet enough not to draw attention to himself, Mo Xuanyu made his way through the halls as quickly as he could.
Even though Nie-xiong always forgave him when it happened, he *hated*
it whenever his... his *"lessons"* made him late for their usual appointment for tea.
And it wasn't just for the fact that meeting with Nie-xiong meant much more food than he usually got for a meal. He genuinely adored Nie-xiong's company, and Nie-xiong genuinely seemed to like
him as well.
*Him!*
Red-faced, and not just from having to cross the grounds of Koi-tower so quickly, he skidded to a halt in front of Nie-xiong's guest room and knocked.
"Come in," came the reply from inside.
Nie-xiong's voice sounded weirdly thin and exhausted, and
#zhansang/#wangsang for @onlydinnerfor2
The Whump Wheel chose... Deafening!
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Even at the distance he'd been standing, the shockwave of the blast had been enough to nearly knock him off his feet. As he regained his balance and looked around at the smoke and debris and wounded
and disoriented cultivators picking themselves up off the ground, he felt his stomach start to sink.
Nie Huaisang had been much closer to the center of the explosion, almost enough to take it point blank.
Where-
Using some spiritual power to help clear the smoke, he inhaled
sharply through his teeth when he saw Nie Huaisang -disheveled, filthy, and clearly injured, but *alive*- struggling to push himself into a sitting position.
He didn't remember even crossing the room. One moment he had spotted his sometimes-partner, the next he was gripping a
While the Nie sect heir was just as prone to chasing birds and finding interesting spots to paint in Koi Tower as he was at home, Jin Guangyao was... concerned.
There had been *certain things* said during dinner that had his well-honed instincts on alert.
Pressing his mouth into a thin line, he set off to check the usual places.
When he spotted familiar green and gold robes near the lotus pond his brother had built for Jiang-guaniang,
he almost let out a sigh of relief-
-and then he realized something was very off.
Nie Huaisang was slumped against the back of the bench, his arms folded against his stomach and his knees drawn up. As Jin Guangyao got closer, he could see the other young man was shivering
#sangyaoFES thread fic time!
Note: I have a vague outline but I'm mostly making this up as I go, so it'll get posted in chunks.
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Considering it was both his first public appearance since the funer- *his ascension*, **and** the first inter-sect conference since the same,
Nie Huaisang was holding up surprisingly well under the scrutiny of the other sects. He was still pale and underweight from his period of mourning and he seemed to still be somewhat mentally distant -never *quite* looking *at* anyone, just the space they were occupying-
but he had participated in all the formal introductions and the gift-giving to the hosting Jin sect and even the required toasts near-flawlessly.
After months of checking in on his mental and emotional state, it seemed Jin Guangyao had been overly concerned.