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[deadwenwalking]

[Wen Ning's night form is fairly tame - pointed ears, patches of dark fur, yellow eyes, a tail. His fog form will make up for it physically, but right now he comes across monstrous in other ways.

Sharp teeth are bared, and his first response to Xingchen comes out as little more than a short, angry growl.

That's a 'yes'.]

[daozhangs]

( ah - wen ning's night form, it doesn't speak? xingchen can't help but wonder if it's more monstrous than his own, at least in the facial region... but it's not given more than a passing thought, because right now the priority is to investigate the abductions.

and so he nods a single crisp nod, then turns to head off down the street in the general direction that the reports of the suspicious men were last sighted. ) From that which I hear, they make no effort to hide their intentions - so I doubt they'll be difficult to find.

[deadwenwalking]

[Wen Ning can speak. It's just that right now he's too angry to, and this night will see the appearance of his fog form - the roots of which are already spreading inside him. For now, growls are the easiest to manage.

But he'll get out a few words here, if only to make his intentions known as he follows.]

I'll kill them.

[daozhangs]

( it seems that xingchen stands thoroughly corrected, regarding his friend's ability to speak. but the words are practically seething, much like the man himself - a fact which (based on his limited experience, granted) is very much uncharacteristic of the man. there is something at play than simply the abductions, one more in what seems like a terribly long string of months in which the people around him are no longer themselves.

and though he certainly won't voice it now, xingchen wishes he had picked up on this anger before he had agreed to bring wen ning along. while he would trust the man in any ordinary circumstance, he knows not if this version of his friend can act with any shred of the appropriate restraint. 'i'll kill them.' ) No. ( xingchen's word is firm but not sharp. a correction, not a rebuke. ) Dead men can't tell us what they've done with Jiang Wanyin, or anyone else whom they've abducted.

[deadwenwalking]

[The other were's eyes snap to Xingchen as he's told 'no'. Sharp teeth are bared in a scowl, a low rumble building in the back of his throat. But he stops himself, pausing to breathe in deep and release it through his nose. His anger is boiling over, but he's used to being able to tamp it down. It's simply become more difficult to do so as the days have progressed.

This man isn't the enemy. Far from it. And worse: he's right.] Then what did you plan to do? [His teeth are still audibly grit. There's an itch beneath his skin, the need to rend and tear those who've wronged his own.] Abduct someone? Interrogate them?

[He'll still want to kill them after.]