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May 18, 2021 4:28 AM
The Untamed bodyswap time travel
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Jiang Cheng wakes up, confused and with his head aching.  He can barely move, and has only just enough awareness of what's going on around him to realize that he's lying on the hard wood floor of an unfamiliar room. 

A yellow blur is staring down at him.  He blinks but it stubbornly refuses to come into focus.  It's a person, he thinks.  Black hair, a blur of red at the center of the forehead. 

"A-Ling?"

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Jin Zixuan is staring down at him.  "Are you okay?"

Why did Wei Wuxian have to break into his inn and then pass out, anyway?  This is so awkward.  Jin Zixuan is considering calling the innkeeper to take care of this.

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That voice is familiar, but he can't quite place it right now.  He should be looking for Jin Ling. 

He's too weak to manage anything right now.  His thoughts fuzz into confusion as he passes out again. 

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Wei Wuxian's vitals are checked.  He is alive and healthy, other than having fainted.  He's also carrying two jars of alcohol around.  This means he's probably drunk?

He booked the entire inn so he wouldn't have to risk dealing with this sort of thing.  That said, it would probably reflect badly on him to throw Wei Wuxian out on the street while unconscious.  Jin Zixuan orders a few of his entourage to set him in one of the unused rooms, then goes back to bed.  He hopes that Wei Wuxian will have a good explanation for coming back to the inn when they wake up to leave, but he's not counting on it.  Perhaps it would be easier to just pretend he isn't there.

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Meanwhile, in Cloud Recesses:

Lan Wangji has also collapsed, and is lying face-down on the path leading to the Yunmeng Jiang guest quarters.

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The gaggle of guest disciples he was leading break from their even rows to cluster around him.  This group is made up of all the disciples from the Jiang sect, other than Wei Wuxian who had been sent back to Caiyi Town after their missing invitation and therefore hadn't been in their camp when Lan Wangji had gone back to let them in.

Jiang Cheng flips him over and checks his pulse.

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That means the first thing that Lan Wangji sees is Jiang Wanyin's face hovering over him.  He is surrounded by Jiang Wanyin and a half-dozen purple-clad cultivators. 

The last thing he remembers is leading A-Yuan and the others towards Qishan for their next night hunt.  He tries to rise and see where they've gone.  His head hurts so badly it feels like it must have cracked open.  He ignores it.  Unfortunately, the movement winds up with him so nauseous and dizzy that he can't do anything more than retch weakly as the arm he's putting his weight on shakes from the effort.

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"Do not throw up on me," Jiang Cheng says, pushing him back down.  After a bit of thought, he instead rearranges him onto his side.  If he does throw up, he doesn't want him to choke.

Without needing to be asked, one of the disciples runs off to get an adult. 

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Jiang Wanyin is grabbing him and holding him down.  This doesn't stop him from struggling. 

He's surrounded.  Where is A-Yuan?  He can't hear any of the Lan juniors.  In a moment of terror, he realizes what this means.  Jiang Wanyin, the mad dog, must have attacked them.  He knows that A-Yuan was a Wen.  He'd taunted Lan Wangji with his knowledge before.

It takes enough effort that the edges of his vision turn black, but he draws his sword and strikes it towards Jiang Wanyin.

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Jiang Yanli shoves him out of the way. 

Bichen swings out between them, clipping her outstretched arm before continuing in an arc.  The other Jiang juniors around them manage to avoid it and it lands further down the path, clattering against the ground.

She pulls her arm against her in shock, curling protectively, instinctively.  It's not a bad cut, not even for such a weak cultivator.  There had been nearly no energy going through Bichen, merely the strengthened steel.  This is still enough that there is blood seeping from between her fingers.

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Jiang Cheng is furious and screaming.  This wakes up pretty much the entire Cloud Recesses, who now have to contend with a nearly unconscious Lan Wangji and a bunch of Jiang disciples who now have their own swords out and pointed at him.  A-Jie is pulled away and held against his chest. 

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Lan Xichen had already been approaching.  Once the screaming starts he begins approaching faster.

Apparently his brother attacked someone?  He's also lying on the ground.  Xichen orders them to stand down and get out of his way, which they do only reluctantly.  Their swords are sheathed, also reluctantly, and they keep their hands on the hilts.

He crouches down.  "Wangji?"

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Jiang Wanyin's voice is never pleasant.  At the moment, it's making his headache significantly worse.  Bad enough that he isn't able to respond.  It's hard to think through all of the static.

Once he figures out that his brother is there and he's no longer surrounded by enemies, he stops struggling to rise and puts his energy into trying to speak.  "Where is A-Yuan?"

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Who is A-Yuan?  He can't think of anyone his brother would refer to that informally named Yuan.  In fact, he can't think of anyone his brother would refer to that informally at all

He checks Wangji's wrist and looks him over for injuries.  He has some dirt on him from the fall, but it doesn't look like anything worse. 

"What happened?" This time he asks the Jiang.

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Jiang Yanli makes her way to the front of the pack, Jiang Cheng hovering over her and keeping her supported.  Which isn't really necessary - it is an arm wound, not something that will stop her from walking.  She still appreciates it.

"Lan-er-gongzi had been leading us to the guest quarters when he collapsed.  A-Cheng was checking him to see what had happened.  It seems like he was very disoriented, and may have mistaken us for enemies?"

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"He tried to kill me!"

Unlike A-Jie, he has no interest in thinking about why. 

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He looks down at Wangji again.  "Wangji?  Can you understand me?"

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Lan Wangji is distracted by Jiang Yanli.  Who is bleeding, but alive.  Somehow.  Even though she died thirteen years ago.

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Lan Xichen is having a hard time figuring out what that expression means, as he lacks all context for it.

"Wangji?" he asks, a bit more insistent this time.

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"Brother.  What happened?"

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"I'm not sure."  He was hoping Wangji would tell him.

Relocating to the medical building seems like a good first step.  He'll feel a lot better with a specialist on hand to look over his brother, and Jiang-guniang needs to have her arm bandaged.  Wangji's eyes are focusing a bit better, but Xichen still needs to pick him up and all but carry him.

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The Jiang follow him.  Yanli can walk, but dear A-Cheng seems to think that she's about to die at any second from how he's trying to keep her upright.  She is, in fact, shaking a bit. 

The rest follow behind them, since they might need guards and they haven't been shown the rest of the way to the guest quarters and might otherwise get lost.  Bichen is left in the dirt, since none of them are feeling magnanimous enough to retrieve it with Jiang blood still on the blade. 

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Lan Wangji passes out again at some point, because the next thing he knows he's in a cot in the healers' building.

The doctor isn't sure what is wrong with him.  He seems fine?  Qi is a little out of sorts, but nowhere near the level of even a minor qi deviation.

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"Wangji.  How are you feeling?"

He keeps not getting answers, but he's going to keep asking anyway. 

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He looks up at his brother.  His head still aches, but far less than it was.  Thinking is easier.  When he twitches his fingers, they feel like he's more in control of them.

Below his neck, he feels better than he has in years.  He rises, not feeling the usual stiffness in his back.  His head spins, but it clears up after a moment and he remains sitting up.

"Better."

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