Came across a man from ah...well, in my time, they call it Suzhou. Once
upon a time, I think they called it Gusu. He was rather far from home at
the time, you see. A revolution had been...had been happening and his
family managed to save a few books. The other volumes are to the winds, I'm
afraid. This is the one he managed to escape China with this particular
book.
[Xiao. Guqin. There's different instruments in the book.]
It would be helpful if you wouldn't mind writing down notes. Or, better
yet, if you know this book in your time, put it somewhere safe.
Gusu is my home. [ A little vague, not as distinct as saying Cloud Recesses, but he suspects this man has no idea about that.
Some of these songs tickle the back of his head, familiar in ways he can't describe. The writing, too, is familiar, although none of the songs are ones he recognizes off the top of his head. ] I will translate for you, if possible, and add in my notes. And if I come across this book, I will store it safely.
[ Are cultivators still a thing in this weird time? He has no idea, and it's not something he's ever had to explain. ] If it is possible, I can summon my guqin and attempt to play some of them.
[ He watches the man root through his shelves, curious but not wanting to touch anything that might trigger a reaction. ] It is a possibility. Immortality is something many cultivators strive to achieve. It was a goal I had in mind, years ago.
[ He pauses, thinking. If he was immortality, perhaps his future self could explain what happened. If Wei Wuxian returned to him. ] We should attempt your locator spell.
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Came across a man from ah...well, in my time, they call it Suzhou. Once upon a time, I think they called it Gusu. He was rather far from home at the time, you see. A revolution had been...had been happening and his family managed to save a few books. The other volumes are to the winds, I'm afraid. This is the one he managed to escape China with this particular book.
[Xiao. Guqin. There's different instruments in the book.]
It would be helpful if you wouldn't mind writing down notes. Or, better yet, if you know this book in your time, put it somewhere safe.
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Some of these songs tickle the back of his head, familiar in ways he can't describe. The writing, too, is familiar, although none of the songs are ones he recognizes off the top of his head. ] I will translate for you, if possible, and add in my notes. And if I come across this book, I will store it safely.
[ Are cultivators still a thing in this weird time? He has no idea, and it's not something he's ever had to explain. ] If it is possible, I can summon my guqin and attempt to play some of them.
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[He lights up at that. Great! Someone from Gusu that could translate it.]
I wonder if..
[He taps his fingers along his chin, staring at his new friend]
...A locator spell. Yes!
[He goes back to rooting through his shelves, through bits and bobs for different ingredients.]
Perhaps, we could find some descendant of yours...or perhaps--
[He stops and chuckles]
Perhaps your magic's like mine...somehow makes you immortal.
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[ He pauses, thinking. If he was immortality, perhaps his future self could explain what happened. If Wei Wuxian returned to him. ] We should attempt your locator spell.
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[He pauses in his mania, curious]
Years ago? What stopped you?
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It is still possible, but my motivations have changed. It is more important to do what I can for the world than strive for this goal.
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[If anyone would understand, Merlin would understand love. He gives a small smile at that]
There are many things that one can do for the world that is great, young master. But there are few that truly have lived with this gift we call life.
[He shakes his head]
A lesson I gave to someone once. He simply laughed it off. He ultimately had a mortal life.
[A life ended too soon.]
I'll need a strand of your hair. Perhaps that could bring us either to yourself in this present time or to a descendant of sorts.