There is a very pale man in the middle of the room, towel wrapped around his waist and black lines crawling down his chest from his neck. He seems incredibly uncertain, staring at the tiered bath as though it's a thing that shouldn't exist, holding his towel tightly in place with one hand.
Maybe he shouldn't have accepted the offer of a bath after all. There has to be somewhere else he can go - somewhere less... complicated. A bucket, some water, and a small bit of soap. That's all he needs. Scented oils are for the wealthy, and those who won't be throwing back on old raggedy robes once they're clean.
This is too much. But now he's here. If he walks out it will look as though he didn't want to get clean in the first place, which is simply not true. So he continues to stare at the bath, but doesn't move. He can make it brief, he tells himself. Just in and out. In. Step forward. Just...
ii. getting draughty in here
Wen Ning has a controller in his hands, though currently it's upside-down. He's not sure what to do with it, or how to get the game to work even though he thinks he's turned on the power button. The VR headset is on the floor beside him, untouched.
Perhaps he should try something easier to understand. Like a card came. All of this machinery is beyond him.
iii. shiver me timbers - team two
When one is referred to as the Ghost General in fearful, hushed voices as though saying it too loud might summon him into being, the fear of actual ghosts isn't much of an issue. At least it isn't in Wen Ning's case. Hardly considered human anymore, thriving amidst the resentful energy of the damned, a few restless spirits should be able to be handled without much difficulty.
If that's indeed what they are. He has his doubts.
At the same time, he's thinking that perhaps he might not have been the best choice to be involved in this particular part of the mission. If the crew is already worried about ghosts, then why bring along someone who already appears to be a little cursed?
He keeps his neck covered with a high-collared shirt. It's something they didn't have in his era and its surprisingly comfortable for being so close-fitting. Without it, he's sure he would have been thrown overboard right away.
"Anything?" he asks a teammate as they approach.
iv. wildcard
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Wen Ning | The Untamed | OTA
There is a very pale man in the middle of the room, towel wrapped around his waist and black lines crawling down his chest from his neck. He seems incredibly uncertain, staring at the tiered bath as though it's a thing that shouldn't exist, holding his towel tightly in place with one hand.
Maybe he shouldn't have accepted the offer of a bath after all. There has to be somewhere else he can go - somewhere less... complicated. A bucket, some water, and a small bit of soap. That's all he needs. Scented oils are for the wealthy, and those who won't be throwing back on old raggedy robes once they're clean.
This is too much. But now he's here. If he walks out it will look as though he didn't want to get clean in the first place, which is simply not true. So he continues to stare at the bath, but doesn't move. He can make it brief, he tells himself. Just in and out. In. Step forward. Just...
ii. getting draughty in here
Wen Ning has a controller in his hands, though currently it's upside-down. He's not sure what to do with it, or how to get the game to work even though he thinks he's turned on the power button. The VR headset is on the floor beside him, untouched.
Perhaps he should try something easier to understand. Like a card came. All of this machinery is beyond him.
iii. shiver me timbers - team two
When one is referred to as the Ghost General in fearful, hushed voices as though saying it too loud might summon him into being, the fear of actual ghosts isn't much of an issue. At least it isn't in Wen Ning's case. Hardly considered human anymore, thriving amidst the resentful energy of the damned, a few restless spirits should be able to be handled without much difficulty.
If that's indeed what they are. He has his doubts.
At the same time, he's thinking that perhaps he might not have been the best choice to be involved in this particular part of the mission. If the crew is already worried about ghosts, then why bring along someone who already appears to be a little cursed?
He keeps his neck covered with a high-collared shirt. It's something they didn't have in his era and its surprisingly comfortable for being so close-fitting. Without it, he's sure he would have been thrown overboard right away.
"Anything?" he asks a teammate as they approach.
iv. wildcard
(Anything else! If you're unsure you can PM me or contact me at