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There's a woman in the Bar proper. She's commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.

She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.

Date: 2020-10-30 12:32 pm (UTC)
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"You make your own fun when you're dead," Magnus confides to Wei Wuxian, a twinkle in his eye. "I'm still hoping to find a good length of chain I can rattle spookily."

His grip is firm when Wei Wuxian meets it with his own, and his hand stays politely solid.

"The pleasure's all mine, Master Wei."

Date: 2020-10-30 12:33 pm (UTC)
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He inclines his head over their hands in a quick bow, still grinning.

"Were I more decisively dead, I would do the same," he says. "But whatever life the inn bestows that let Pent-laoshi call you here leaves me solid and free of chains."

He releases Magnus's hand and glances to Abigail.

"That is where I often stumble in my own work -- I should be able to do things as one of the dead that I could not while alive." Gesturing to the drop of blood on the paper, "Just as you can do things as if you were one of the living, despite being dead."

Date: 2020-11-01 06:57 pm (UTC)
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"Are they?" asks Magnus, brightening. "Wonderful! Wait -- they are still alive, aren't they?"

For the first time, his easygoing smile falters slightly.

"Not that I'd be unhappy to see them if they're dead, but it would mean things have taken a worse turn than I thought."

Date: 2020-11-01 06:57 pm (UTC)
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"They are both alive," Wei Wuxian confirms swiftly. "And they are doing well."

(Magnus whooshes out a sigh of relief at that.)

He leans to get a better look at Abigail's notes. "Your ability to control thanergy, you mean?"

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