[in Lan Wangji's case, the username was auto-assigned to his phone from the beginning. the deeper torments of hell are indeed mysterious to all. perhaps it is the universe's way of telling them that the pranksters will always win, and they must simply be brave enough to live on in a world that thinks giving them stupid usernames to be long-suffering about is very funny.

--ah, yes. the arrow. in a very ironic moment, Lan Wangji considers that violence to the point of threatening death has been strangely less common for him here than he's seen so many times in his own world. he hasn't noticed many other instances of people shooting at anyone, for example.]

Hm.

A caution only.

[he likes looking at the river himself. the lights on the water are beautiful, for all that it's very far removed from the wintry pines of the Cloud Recesses. viewed via reflection, Jigoku-cho could almost be a dream or a painting, rather than a raucous and unfamiliar reality at his back.

in this liminal space between an unknown modern world where his powers have been ripped away from him, and the home where he learned his ideals and how to uphold them in the first place, he feels like he can breathe.]

My golden core is constrained, here. Other weapons are necessary.