karma mask

Undoubtedly, standing on such a thing isn’t something she planned to do, but it doesn’t bother her—she has experienced Death too often in others, felt its cold embrace her own self, to feel any sorta way other than sorry about doing it on accident. There’s nowhere she can imagine stepping that’ll take her off of it, though, so all she does is take another glance around—there doesn’t seem to be any indication that it is one, but she has the feeling he isn’t lying.

“Why were they forgotten?” She questions, looking back over to him; vague confusion paints her features. “Don’t people try to remember the dead?”

Even the dead that went so hated by everyone were remembered—nobody has shut up about that one Clan for years. For them, in particular, it was a sign of hating on them; but for others, wasn’t it just a respect thing?

Now, though, does emotion cross her face—standing to face this weird man, this possibly not-human man (because who goes around calling other people that if they are?) directly, she tells him, “You shouldn’t joke about stuff like this, aint it a bad thing?! You’re gonna bring us both bad luck for ages if ya say it...”

Forget his freakiness for a sec, she won’t go gettin’ hit with the bad luck stick just because he wants to not tell the truth!!

"Memories bring pain, and so people often forget to not feel it. But I do not, the pain means you have lived."

And more often, that is strength by itself, so long as you force yourself to live over, and over, and over again. He will not die on this hil of unknown graves.

(And why’s this guy gotta look all freaky?!)

“...just ‘far’?” A-Qing repeats, her voice a hell of a lot more relaxed than she feels; for the better, really, but she’s also just good at acting like things don’t bother her as much as they do. Besides, none of this is familiar to her, and for someone who’s been in a damn lotta places, she doesn’t like that one bit. Likes it less than she doesn’t like the look of this guy, for sure, so she’s willin’ to ignore all that for now.

She ain’t ever been above lookin’ for help; and if it came from weird places, well. It ain’t her fault.

A simple answer, straight to the point. Alas it looks like open flat grounds...but this is the truth, that this is a mass grave that was covered up by many in the deep past. One that only he is privy to because he had helped in some regard. Not that it mattered...

"You stand on the graves of those forgotten, centuries ago."

He pauses.

"Though some maybe new, since wars and skirmishes have started , the grounds make for a good battle. I wouldn't claim to understand humans, so take it with a grain of truth alone."

Siwang is not amused, nor does he show much emotion on the topic. Be it self defense or outright murder...there really is nothing that can be done about it now.

It seems that he's taunting him, or he meant his words. Its hard to say with someone like Siwang who disses on anyone and everyone given the chance.

he's already behind the young man, heading back to the entrance. he didn't even get up , he's fast.

"..."

"Brat, do you only have brawn for brains. It is refreshing to hear someone be direct, do you want to fight?..."

though yun meng jiang has it's fair share of skirmishes & inter-sectional tumult, he's never seen such carnage before. this unknown figure seats upon dead bodies like a macabre throne. he swallows, fist clenching so tight that the heirloom ring digs red into his flesh. zidian curls tight and hot around his wrist, snaking ozone and pulsing in time with his heart with an eagerness to strike.

Voice smooth despite his appearance, the looming figure is indeed omminous, with his iron mask and tall appearance. His ashy dark skin and unhumane features.