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lan_wangjiThe more Lan Wangji thinks about the night of the attack, the more he realizes he perhaps ought to have handled his interaction with Lee-gonxi with more...delicacy. He realizes that perhaps Lee-gonxi is unused to bloodshed and magic and flying and that it may have all been too much without proper explanation.
He still does not know how to use the communication device supplied by the city so he simply arrives at the same door he had deposited Lee Ahn at and knocks, wondering if a letter ought to have been sent prior but unsure how to do so without relying on the same magic he does not know if is appropriate. Learning the customs of an entirely different world is overwhelming.
He folds his hands neatly behind his back and waits, sword well out of sight as he attempts to look as non-threatening as possible.
He still does not know how to use the communication device supplied by the city so he simply arrives at the same door he had deposited Lee Ahn at and knocks, wondering if a letter ought to have been sent prior but unsure how to do so without relying on the same magic he does not know if is appropriate. Learning the customs of an entirely different world is overwhelming.
He folds his hands neatly behind his back and waits, sword well out of sight as he attempts to look as non-threatening as possible.
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Date: 2020-12-08 05:16 am (UTC)"Ah, recently I've been thinking about that," he says, leaning back against the couch as he relaxes a little more. "I wanted to help people with my power, like helping the police to solve crimes. I've tried in the past, but my power is too unstable. I'm no use to anyone if I can't control it or don't know what I'm seeing."
His many, many failures in the morgue trying to help made that point very clear.