[Wei Wuxian's transformation has left him a bit more feral than usual, but at least his body is still mostly human, and the majority of his clothing and belongings are still intact and on his person. He's been lurking through the woods, caught up in the wild magic, but if there's one voice that can cut through even the worst fog and wild energy in his mind, it's hers.]
Shijie?
[The voice sounds far away at first, an odd growl to it, and there's no small amount of rustling and fumbling that follows. He comes in clearer a moment later, but his voice still sounds odd, rougher perhaps, strained maybe, or as if he's talking through too many teeth.]
Shijie, what's- Where are you? Is everything okay?
( it's a good thing she wasn't wearing the robe Jiang Cheng lent her as a memory of home, or she might be more distressed than she already was for having ruined what she'd been wearing before... this. regardless, with her phone at least working, she can voice-command to reach out when flying around at random wasn't going to be half as helpful. )
I'm fine, A-Xian, are you—oh, good, you're talking, we were so worried—
( He does sound not quite right, but Jiang Cheng had hardly sounded right either. Her own voice can carry a deeper note to it, her lungs that much larger right now. )
I'm in the camp, still, just outside—you're safe? Are you with Wangji?
[Speech in itself is grounding, and Shijie's voice even moreso. It's hard to get a full grasp on what's going on, why his body feels so out of sorts, why this wild energy is thrumming under his skin.
Shijie is fine, but-
Worried? Why would-]
I- I don't know, I'm not sure, Lan Zhan isn't-
[He takes a beat to push down the rising panic.]
In the woods somewhere? I don't recognize it. Something came over me and I just started running, I'm...
( Don't worry, and she worries. She wants to listen, too, but the driving urge is to move, is the same fear she'd been sharing with A-Cheng before he'd started trying to push her away, and she'd had to tell him to attempt the impossible and hold on, rally himself while she clung to him with scaled arm and overlarge neck and head. Dragons and rivergods alike, clinging to each other on an ice sheet and both caught up in a worry that they find Wei Wuxian. )
A-Cheng and I are both worried. I just managed to help him calm down, A-Xian—if Wangji's not with you now, if you're lost, can you keep talking to me as you move? Come back to us, please.
( She's trying to listen to his request that isn't really a request right yet: to stay there, to be a homing beacon of a sort, for him to return. Her edge of concern grows all the greater, talons digging into the snow and frozen ground beneath. He must make it back. Not this, again, not on another world. She's not losing either of her brothers. She refuses.
(It's not a logical thought process, exactly, but the feeling that drives it remembers other times, remembers a few weeks before, remembers the world going dark and no longer feeling Jiang Cheng's warmth at her bleeding back.) )
You're not alone out there, and we need you back here. Wangji must be worried too, and I know you're worried for him. You both need to come back to us, okay?
[Jiang Cheng is worried? That doesn't seem right, but at least Wei Wuxian can be sure they're both okay. He shivers, feeling his body shift again, claws extending as a surge of that wild magic hits again and he nearly cracks his phone in his fist.
Wei Wuxian manages to hold his voice back, trying to hang on and listen to her words. They feel distant, and it's harder to hold onto them, his ears attuned to the other things coming alive out in the woods instead.]
Shijie, I...
[Lan Zhan, she'd mentioned Lan Zhan, hadn't she? Was he here? Wei Wuxian's new senses can surely scent him out, along with the other prey out here in the growing dark. His tails whip around with anxious energy, nerves alight.]
I-I'll look for Lan Zhan.
[He barely manages to get the words out before he drops the phone and starts racing through the forest, looking a bit more wild and animalistic with each footfall.]
[ooc: well, good news, he ran off and found Lan Zhan over here (cw: nsfw!)]
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Shijie?
[The voice sounds far away at first, an odd growl to it, and there's no small amount of rustling and fumbling that follows. He comes in clearer a moment later, but his voice still sounds odd, rougher perhaps, strained maybe, or as if he's talking through too many teeth.]
Shijie, what's- Where are you? Is everything okay?
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I'm fine, A-Xian, are you—oh, good, you're talking, we were so worried—
( He does sound not quite right, but Jiang Cheng had hardly sounded right either. Her own voice can carry a deeper note to it, her lungs that much larger right now. )
I'm in the camp, still, just outside—you're safe? Are you with Wangji?
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Shijie is fine, but-
Worried? Why would-]
I- I don't know, I'm not sure, Lan Zhan isn't-
[He takes a beat to push down the rising panic.]
In the woods somewhere? I don't recognize it. Something came over me and I just started running, I'm...
I'll find my way back, don't worry, okay?
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A-Cheng and I are both worried. I just managed to help him calm down, A-Xian—if Wangji's not with you now, if you're lost, can you keep talking to me as you move? Come back to us, please.
( She's trying to listen to his request that isn't really a request right yet: to stay there, to be a homing beacon of a sort, for him to return. Her edge of concern grows all the greater, talons digging into the snow and frozen ground beneath. He must make it back. Not this, again, not on another world. She's not losing either of her brothers. She refuses.
(It's not a logical thought process, exactly, but the feeling that drives it remembers other times, remembers a few weeks before, remembers the world going dark and no longer feeling Jiang Cheng's warmth at her bleeding back.) )
You're not alone out there, and we need you back here. Wangji must be worried too, and I know you're worried for him. You both need to come back to us, okay?
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Wei Wuxian manages to hold his voice back, trying to hang on and listen to her words. They feel distant, and it's harder to hold onto them, his ears attuned to the other things coming alive out in the woods instead.]
Shijie, I...
[Lan Zhan, she'd mentioned Lan Zhan, hadn't she? Was he here? Wei Wuxian's new senses can surely scent him out, along with the other prey out here in the growing dark. His tails whip around with anxious energy, nerves alight.]
I-I'll look for Lan Zhan.
[He barely manages to get the words out before he drops the phone and starts racing through the forest, looking a bit more wild and animalistic with each footfall.]
[ooc: well, good news, he ran off and found Lan Zhan over here (cw: nsfw!)]