Sizhui. [ After six months of missing Wei Wuxian, and now this, his voice trembles ever so slightly. ] Where—
[ No. Asking what happened to his forehead ribbon, and his hair, and his clothes is unimportant. The facts are important. ]
I found it in the same place Wei Ying was last seen. It was hidden beneath a plank, although I suspect it might have been planted. A simple mirror, with a plain frame. But the moment I touched it, I felt something. And woke up in the park.
[A cursed mirror. Found in the same place that baba had been. Sizhui
had just gotten off the phone with his adopted parents earlier that day and
they both seemed fine. He seemed to want to ask a question and stopped
himself. Sizhui shifted the groceries in his arms so that he could reach
out and give a comforting pat to his father's doppleganger.]
It's not far from here.
[He starts to walk in the direction, trying to remember if any of
his cultivation studies included time travel of some sort. He approaches a
rather nice building and leads them up to a modest one bedroom apartment.
Sizhui unlocks the door and lets them both in before putting his groceries
on the table nearby.]
[ If nothing else, the fact that Sizhui had his own place and it was so filled with random things that Lan Zhan couldn't even begin to describe convinced him that he was not in his own world.
He stood in the apartment, peering around before settling his attention on this person who looked so much like his son. Was he? ] Please.
[ He tucked his hand behind his back, watching as Sizhui moved around the small space. While it was all so confusing, watching someone familiar made it a little less odd. ]
[Random things like pictures of his friends and family. There's
quite a few pictures of him and the other juniors, somehow finding each
other again in high school and becoming fast friends. There's quite a few
photos of him with his adoptive father. The man looks austere in the
photos, not smiling whatsoever, but there are some photos where one could
discern a sense of pride. There's a photo of a much younger Sizhui,
laughing and practically buried in rabbits. There's a few kick knacks as
well. ]
Please, have a seat.
[Sizhui pulls out two mugs and throws two bags of tea in them before
pouring the hot water from the dispenser. He adjusts his glasses and
watches the man; so like his father but...not. He carefully brings the tea
over and gives a soft smile.]
[ Lan Wangji notices the pictures, and while he doesn't touch them, that would be improper and impolite, he does study them. There's a man who looks almost like Lan Wangji and it solidifies the idea that he is in the wrong place, the wrong time.
He turns, watching Sizhui carry over the tea, taking it from carefully. ]
My appreciation. [ He studies the tea, quiet for several minutes. ] I have mistaken you for someone else. I thought you my son, but I come to realize I am in the wrong place.
[He sits down and watches as he takes the tea carefully and studies
it. So like his own father.]
I think, perhaps, the wrong time.
[He smiles at a picture of him graduating university with his father
at his side. The similarities are uncanny. The only difference being that
this man was dressed in old clothes and let his hair flow freely. While his
own father keeps his hair in a neat, low ponytail.]
You can stay here, if you'd like. Until you figure out how to return home
to your son.
[And on cue, there's a ringing from the mobile in his pocket. Sizhui
gives an embarrassed smile before drawing it out.]
Excuse me.
[He answers the call, a facetime video, and his father appears on
screen, stoic as ever.]
Father.
[Perhaps...he turns so that his father could see the man in his
apartment. The man in the video's eyes widen a little at seeing him]
[ At least he did run into someone familiar, rather than a complete stranger, which means staying is something of a possibility. Especially since it seems there are others familiar to Lan Wangji present.
It is distinctly odd to see him pull out a small device and talk into it, but as far as things go, it’s not the most unusual. What is unusual is seeing his face, reflected back at him from the screen.
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. There are some differences, especially since his mirror image doesn’t wear a forehead ribbon, but it’s undeniably his face. ]
It is less an adventure and more a complication.
[ He says it to Sizhui but he doesn’t look away from the phone, studying his mirror self. ]
[It's strange for Lan Zhan to see a mirror of himself. "Sizhui, I
will go through the books here to see what could be done. Please keep him
under your care until we're able to find out how to return him home." He
looks at the man again, clearly not amused by any of this. "I would like a
few moments to speak with him in private. Please hand him the
phone."]
Um.
[Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before handing the phone to the
man in white, showing him how to hold it so that they would be able to see
each other.]
I'll...see if I can make dinner while you talk.
[After he leaves, Lan Zhan speaks with his doppleganger in quiet
tones.]
[ Lan Wangji takes the phone, staring at his doppelganger, although he remembers his manners enough to look at Sizhui, nodding in appreciation.
He waits until Sizhui is out of the room before turning back to the phone. It's incredibly odd to see his image reflected back like this - just enough differences that he's not looking at a mirror image. ]
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[ No. Asking what happened to his forehead ribbon, and his hair, and his clothes is unimportant. The facts are important. ]
I found it in the same place Wei Ying was last seen. It was hidden beneath a plank, although I suspect it might have been planted. A simple mirror, with a plain frame. But the moment I touched it, I felt something. And woke up in the park.
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[A cursed mirror. Found in the same place that baba had been. Sizhui had just gotten off the phone with his adopted parents earlier that day and they both seemed fine. He seemed to want to ask a question and stopped himself. Sizhui shifted the groceries in his arms so that he could reach out and give a comforting pat to his father's doppleganger.]
It's not far from here.
[He starts to walk in the direction, trying to remember if any of his cultivation studies included time travel of some sort. He approaches a rather nice building and leads them up to a modest one bedroom apartment. Sizhui unlocks the door and lets them both in before putting his groceries on the table nearby.]
Would you like tea?
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He stood in the apartment, peering around before settling his attention on this person who looked so much like his son. Was he? ] Please.
[ He tucked his hand behind his back, watching as Sizhui moved around the small space. While it was all so confusing, watching someone familiar made it a little less odd. ]
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[Random things like pictures of his friends and family. There's quite a few pictures of him and the other juniors, somehow finding each other again in high school and becoming fast friends. There's quite a few photos of him with his adoptive father. The man looks austere in the photos, not smiling whatsoever, but there are some photos where one could discern a sense of pride. There's a photo of a much younger Sizhui, laughing and practically buried in rabbits. There's a few kick knacks as well. ]
Please, have a seat.
[Sizhui pulls out two mugs and throws two bags of tea in them before pouring the hot water from the dispenser. He adjusts his glasses and watches the man; so like his father but...not. He carefully brings the tea over and gives a soft smile.]
Careful, it's hot.
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He turns, watching Sizhui carry over the tea, taking it from carefully. ]
My appreciation. [ He studies the tea, quiet for several minutes. ] I have mistaken you for someone else. I thought you my son, but I come to realize I am in the wrong place.
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[He sits down and watches as he takes the tea carefully and studies it. So like his own father.]
I think, perhaps, the wrong time.
[He smiles at a picture of him graduating university with his father at his side. The similarities are uncanny. The only difference being that this man was dressed in old clothes and let his hair flow freely. While his own father keeps his hair in a neat, low ponytail.]
You can stay here, if you'd like. Until you figure out how to return home to your son.
[And on cue, there's a ringing from the mobile in his pocket. Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before drawing it out.]
Excuse me.
[He answers the call, a facetime video, and his father appears on screen, stoic as ever.]
Father.
[Perhaps...he turns so that his father could see the man in his apartment. The man in the video's eyes widen a little at seeing him]
We may have a slight...adventure.
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It is distinctly odd to see him pull out a small device and talk into it, but as far as things go, it’s not the most unusual. What is unusual is seeing his face, reflected back at him from the screen.
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. There are some differences, especially since his mirror image doesn’t wear a forehead ribbon, but it’s undeniably his face. ]
It is less an adventure and more a complication.
[ He says it to Sizhui but he doesn’t look away from the phone, studying his mirror self. ]
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[It's strange for Lan Zhan to see a mirror of himself. "Sizhui, I will go through the books here to see what could be done. Please keep him under your care until we're able to find out how to return him home." He looks at the man again, clearly not amused by any of this. "I would like a few moments to speak with him in private. Please hand him the phone."]
Um.
[Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before handing the phone to the man in white, showing him how to hold it so that they would be able to see each other.]
I'll...see if I can make dinner while you talk.
[After he leaves, Lan Zhan speaks with his doppleganger in quiet tones.]
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He waits until Sizhui is out of the room before turning back to the phone. It's incredibly odd to see his image reflected back like this - just enough differences that he's not looking at a mirror image. ]
It was a cursed mirror that brought me here.