Jingyi lands with that, his talons pressing against the earth in a literal grounding. He strains his hearing through the camp, but it's overwhelming, too many sounds collectively, too much to hear and not at first enough to pick out as one specific. The sound of an equaliser being set up is covered by so many others, and centimetre by centimetre, his talons press down into the earth.
Inigo did say hold on. He's holding.
His qi nets are likewise holding, but those he doesn't need to concentrate on, not now that they've been established. Even the silence wards working to keep their captured refugees from overwhelming them with sound doesn't help for anywhere beyond their arc of netting, for better and worse.
Then he hears it, the humming sound that doesn't quite ring and definitely itches his inner ear without doing that at all. Jingyi's head whips around, facing the direction his ear had picked out as the one responsible for the noise.
"There." His whiskers lifted, not wafting in wind, but frozen in an upward lift now. The tip of his tail twitches with nerves coursing through him, and he reminds himself, this is not possession as the refugees try shaking the bars of the qi netting, and then...
... well, it's not fully instant, but the ones closest to the direction he's looking stop struggling and mouthing off in their enforced quiet so violently, start to slump, to look confused, to look frightened as they come to terms with their present situation. Jingyi drops the silence ward, and while some are still shouting about gods, or almost being right or fixed or whatever it is, more are starting to look confused.
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Inigo did say hold on. He's holding.
His qi nets are likewise holding, but those he doesn't need to concentrate on, not now that they've been established. Even the silence wards working to keep their captured refugees from overwhelming them with sound doesn't help for anywhere beyond their arc of netting, for better and worse.
Then he hears it, the humming sound that doesn't quite ring and definitely itches his inner ear without doing that at all. Jingyi's head whips around, facing the direction his ear had picked out as the one responsible for the noise.
"There." His whiskers lifted, not wafting in wind, but frozen in an upward lift now. The tip of his tail twitches with nerves coursing through him, and he reminds himself, this is not possession as the refugees try shaking the bars of the qi netting, and then...
... well, it's not fully instant, but the ones closest to the direction he's looking stop struggling and mouthing off in their enforced quiet so violently, start to slump, to look confused, to look frightened as they come to terms with their present situation. Jingyi drops the silence ward, and while some are still shouting about gods, or almost being right or fixed or whatever it is, more are starting to look confused.