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@boltsunder
╰┈➤ Feixiao, Xianzhou Yaoqing's Arbiter-General. The Merlin's Claw. “Wild and pure and forever free.”
duty, selflessness, freedom. We are defined not by the soul we are born with, but the path we walk.
[ Mun || Portrayal || Headcanons ]
nothin' good happens at 4 in the morning
cont. from here
She half expects a blade to come sailing in her direction. At the same time, the General knows well-enough that Moze isn't so obvious in his attempts, and her head hangs slightly as she throws her hands up in a dramatic shrug that exemplifies the fact that she's not concerned with the matter. If Moze had actually succeeded in killing her, then she probably deserved it; it means she's gotten lax, and a born and bred soldier can't afford for their senses to become dull. A tool of The Hunt. A broken arrow can't sail fast enough to pierce the heart of its target, falling short long before its goal is ever reached. Azure eyes that glint in the low light pierce straight through the dark to settle on his form, that low rumble seemingly materializing from thin air. With great hubris and familiarity, Feixiao lifts one of her hands before slapping it hard on the dead center of Moze's back; so much of her is loud and unapologetic, and that includes the laugh that erupts when she throws her head back. "Oh, come on! That's not true." It's then that she pivots on her heel a little clumsily, waggling a single index finger at him. "You got plenty I'd want. I... think." Damn, maybe she shouldn't have taken that whole keg from the bartender. Flew a little too close to the sun on that one. "Like... if I win..." An ear flicks there as she hums in thought, head tilted slightly. "If I win, you gotta play a couple rounds of Go with me. If I lose, then I give up drinking." Oh, shit, those stakes are too high. Feixiao pauses for a minute, an awkward silence passing before she clears her throat. "For a week, that is." @faithbinder
plot call + updates!
howdy, it's been a hot minute since my feixiao has been around. as a result, I'll be resetting all interactions that have been made with her and she'll be starting over as if this is her first time in GH. it's easier this way for continuity in the future and also because it's been quite a while since i've had her. as for plotting: my slots will be fairly limited to accommodate the time i have in daily life. any desire to plot with me will require tumblr IMs, or if you'd like to add me on discord, it's creaux feixiao is also open for asks from the event.
currently: - Speed Racer If there's anything that'll entice the General, it's a chance at a good 'ol competition for the spirit of the game. She doesn't care about the money- it's not like she needs it when the Yaoqing provides everything she needs. Reckless, brash, and certainly willing to do what it takes to win: perhaps you want to race against her, or perhaps you want to help her warm up for the race by coaching her... It's up to you! - Russian Roulette (Herta Space Station) Being a foxian mixed with Borisin blood, Feixiao's a bit of an outlier when it comes to being a specimen for testing. Add on the influence of the Crimson Moon, and ... well. Scientists really aren't gonna find another quite like her. There's a couple of different things they want to try- but the kicker is that even they aren't sure what's going to happen. Figure we can make this into a light-hearted game of sorts with whoever picks it up.
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starskiff racing w/ @crimsondragcn
It's not like the General of the Yaoqing to sink her toes into issues that fall under Jing Yuan's jurisdiction. It's not even within her realm of vision for the most part, newsfeeds usually filled with combat reports from all corners of the Xianzhou, commenting on whatever new Borisin splinter cell has been spotted-- yet this particular nuisance of young punks piloting illegally modded starskiffs strikes her with a bit of nostalgia... for days long gone, days she spent delving into antics befitting that of a teenaged Foxian given far too many opportunities that she'd never experienced. "Miss Lingsha... Did you know that Madam Yukong got busted for speeding in starskiffs in her younger years? More than once?" Feixiao's more than happy to be teamed up with the Alchemy Commission's finest once again, hands resting on her hips as she flashes her signature lopsided grin. "... Did you know that I did too? Although, I crashed. As far as I know, she didn't. General Yueyu wasn't happy about that one." A chuckle follows that statement, one hand coming up to adjust the white baseball cap on her head. It had been the smartest decision to go into some half-assed kind of undercover attempt, since anyone who laid eyes on the Merlin's Claw would immediately tense up and be unwilling to divulge much in the way of information-- not that she blamed them. These kids didn't want to get busted, and Feixiao knows all too well that an Arbiter-General showing up at their doorstep would do nothing but stir the hornets' nest and send them all scattering. Not that Lingsha had any less of an imposing presence. If anything, Feixiao might bet that she could be scarier. "I don't know any of the technicalities about starskiffs. I know simple things, I can probably spot unapproved alterations on certain parts... but that's about the extent of my knowledge. There's a reason why I became an infantry soldier, and not a pilot." A pause followed as she stuffed her hands into the pockets on her thin hoodie, an ear flicking against the fabric of her cap. "This whole operation goes deeper than just racing. Underground gambling, smuggling, trafficking... you name it. The antics are just a bunch of kids getting wrapped up in something worse than they realize." "After all, somebody's gotta pay up when they bet on a losing starskiff. Ready to open up this can of worms, Cauldron Master?"
@crimsondragcn
Tell me more, tell me more
Lingsha laughs as she immediately waves off the concern Feixiao voices as though it's nothing. It isn't, but if she allows it to sit too long, her head will start to hurt again. Her work will only get worse if she isn't there to do it, so. Stressful? Not at all.
"Even if my plate was full, I'm sure those who were determined enough would find a little bit of extra space to add something onto it." As they had already done, giving her extra menial tasks with no care for what she had been actually sent here to do. Healers who actually took pride in their work and were dedicated to the craft were far fewer than she hoped, and weeding out those ladder climbers was exhausting. She looked forward to a day where she could hand work off to someone else and see it actually get done.
None of which is the concern of the general here before her, so when she raises her head, she does her best to make sure none of that stress is in her smile. "When it comes to something that I actually want to do, finding that extra bit of plate space is no trouble at all, don't you worry."
And kindly ignore the little twitch to her lips the moment General Jing Yuan is mentioned.
Lingsha nods, ducking her head to begin scribbling notes to herself as Feixiao speaks. "Hardly unsurprising, in all honesty. The previous...wielders? of the Crimson Moon being as powerful as they were, it is expected that what existing abilities you had would be augmented after consuming it. The clarity of mind could equally be a side effect of it, or just circumstantial; it was a stressful period for numerous reasons, especially for ones with personal stakes in the event. It is normal to feel a period of relaxation and clarity after living on edge consistently for a few days."
Or the Moon had some sort of mental benefits. She presses a knuckle to her lips as she thinks.
"Being scared is a reasonable response. I imagine it is quite similar to what Vidyadhara feel when it comes time to be reborn." She gestures to Feixiao. "A process has occurred that has changed you at a fundamental level. You are different. How much of you is the same? These are normal things to worry about, I believe."
Though the two of them have plenty of contrasts, Feixiao can certainly sympathize with making the mistake of becoming important at work. Her goals and her efforts are primarily spent on one singular front, and being dragged around to participate in diplomatic affairs doesn't suit her style-- and so she tosses a sympathetic look in her direction, though a breathy chuckle does follow at her words. It's nice to see someone with a bit of spice in charge of the Alchemy Commission... it's been too long that cowards and manipulators have been at the helm. "Glad to hear my condition piques your interest then. I suppose it gives me an excuse to leave the Yaoqing," She quips in response, a brow arching in a playful expression. As tempting as it is to verbally prance about like a young fox, Feixiao knows when it's time to sit down and maintain some air of sobriety. She almost believes it to be mildly unfortunate-- though there's no doubt in her mind that Jiaoqiu would lecture her for neglecting to complete her check-ups properly were she to mince her words. "The Borisin are nothing more than savages," Feixiao lowers her tone there, her expression quickly fading into something far more grim than it normally is. There's too many memories associated with how they treated their slaves that they considered to be fodder, and the hazy memory of Neergul cuddled up against her side out of fear and a desperate attempt to share body heat makes her chew on the inside of her cheek. "For a Warhead's rise... It's said that the successor cuts open the previous Warhead's chest to consume the divine heart.""I suppose that makes me the new Warhead. Of course, I didn't do the ripping-- Hoolay did that for me." It's a poor attempt at a joke, and it quickly falls flat as her gaze settles on nothing in particular on the floor between them.
"After consuming the Moon... It was weird. I could hear what was happening on the outside, but Hoolay spoke to me-- hollow words, just trying to manipulate me, yet some of it stuck with me.""He labeled us both as beasts who were born for war and will die for war, and there's some truth to that. Yet my goals never have and never will align with someone like him."
At that point, the General raises her gaze once again to lock eyes with the woman across from her. "I know who and what I am. I don't fear what will become of me because of this-- I've always said I'm my own worst enemy." "I only fear the possibility of hurting those who... don't deserve it."
@crimsondragcn
Now Playing: Pearl Harbor 2
GHStrings2025 w/ @memoriauteur
It's a wonder all of those pages even fit inside the envelope to begin with. Special effects have come far! THE DIRECTOR stands at attention, patiently watching his actor's delivery. There is stage fright in her eyes, but his reassuring smile remains in spite of it. To any other cast member in the post office, this is still a heartwarming scene between long-separated husband and wife--a bit of "movie magic," if one would--not that FEIXIAO could tell.
As her voice begins to falter, so, too, does THE DIRECTOR'S expression, his smile twitching crookedly. This isn't really the enunciation he imagined when he wrote those lines, and she's already falling apart on page one. Will she even make it to the poem he slaved over on page 16?! Her barely-concealed snickering is the last straw.
"Cut!"
His character evaporates instantly with the sound of his clapper board, unclear from where he had grabbed the item. Despite the clear gesture of disapproval, THE DIRECTOR keeps a cordial attitude, not wishing to scare his actor away from the stage. Surely a performer as experienced as an Arbiter-General can take some constructive criticism?
"Actor Feixiao, I can tell you're having some trouble with the delivery of your lines… Is it the style of prose? Admittedly, I had hoped to hear your character's letter to get a feel for what you had in mind for him, but 'Dear Wife?' by itself is a bit, ah…lacking in emotional content."
A polite chuckle; an attempt to let her down easy. The extras, meanwhile, haven't taken notice of their discussion. THE DIRECTOR has paused the production, and thus halted their perception of it--they may return to their day's events while the main characters review the script for a second take.
"Do we need to do some character-building exercises? Get inside the head of a brave soldier, long missing his spouse, the very center of his universe, seeing her again for the first time in years? Or perhaps you need more time for your letter? I can work with your suggestions, Actor-General~
"Oh, hm, one moment--"
He leans over to look at THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR, who motions at him vaguely.
"--The assistant director believes you may have an easier time with the section starting on page five, if you wish to jump right back into it. The passage begins, 'My love, do you remember when we were children, we'd sneak out to the riverbank, picking flowers and discussing our futures? We could have never imagined that we would be torn apart by the indomitable flames of Destruction…"
The loud, resounding shriek that emanates from Reca immediately causes her ears to flatten against her skull, wincing from the decibels that he manages to reach. Sure, maybe to a human it sounds perfectly normal-- but Feixiao has literal radars on top of her head. There's no way it's going to sound good, pleasant, or anything of the sort... and her shoulders slump slightly when she realizes that she's about to be lectured on her 'performance'. "Listen, I warned you-- I'm no good at these things!" The General puts her hands up in mock surrender, a frown almost akin to a pout staying plastered across her face. "I've never been any kind of an artsy type. That includes acting." "But, also.... Loins? LOINS? YOU EXPECT ME TO NOT LAUGH WHEN YOU WRITE ABOUT CHURNING LOINS?"
Her eyes are watering. They're watering so bad. Honestly, she wouldn't even feel embarrassed if anyone thought she was about to cry out of sadness-- even though these are tears of laughter that are threatening to burst forth in a waterfall. This is an exception. She has to read more of this? Okay, okay.... Feixiao takes a deep breath and steadies herself; the better job she does, the quicker she can escape this place, and the faster she can be rid of this damned string around her finger. Leave it to her luck to be paired with someone that was a complete opposite of her. As instructed, the General flips to the appropriate page before attempting to read it out loud. "Oh, my dearest, my moon and my sun, Without you, my darling, I am but a leaf... Lost in the wind, overwhelmed by my grief. But with you, oh love, I feel nothing but bliss, Forever and always, I long for your kiss-" Feixiao drops the paper before bringing a hand to her forehead, the shaky breath that follows the only evidence of her opinion on the poem so lovingly constructed for her. "Can.... Can you read the rest of this? Maybe I can get inspiration from how you do it." No. More like if she doesn't stop now, she'll never recover.
@memoriauteur
Now Playing: Pearl Harbor 2
GHStrings2025 w/ @memoriauteur
An actor's attitude toward the current production would, naturally, affect their acting. FEIXIAO may be trying her hardest to keep composure, but the amusing highlights playing at the edge of her memory betray her true feelings to THE DIRECTOR. Still, cameras are rolling! He wipes away a single tear and fidgets with the end of his coat.
"You're…older, wiser…you look good! I was just…worried, especially after news of that last skirmish…"
Upon seeing the "WIP" state of FEIXIAO'S letter, however, he raises an eyebrow, his flat stare betraying his own feelings in turn.
This concern over the lack of prep fades when she excuses it as an endearing flaw. Nice ad-libbing, actor! THE DIRECTOR nods in agreement with her character's suggestion, returning his prior coquettish demeanor. He holds his letter up and over his mouth to conceal a shy giggle. He flutters his eyelashes.
"Sure~! Though, I wrote it when I was missing you so terribly last night… I hope you don't find it…overwrought."
THE DIRECTOR hands his actor the envelope, looking at her wide-eyed, expectantly. His reassuring smile seems to be aimed at FEIXIAO more than it's aimed at her character. The nearby ASSISTANT DIRECTOR focuses her lens on the contents of the letter once opened, revealing them to be multiple pages long, all penned in a flowery, cursive hand.
Here's your big moment, Ms. FEIXIAO…!
The background extras in the post office silently wonder what the hell is going on.
Feixiao raises a gloved hand to scratch at her cheek in a gesture of uncertainty after Reca's words-- she doesn't exactly know what to do with this information, and so she chooses to simply discard it. Surely this doesn't matter too much in the long run, right? It all seems so irrelevant anyways, it's supposed to be focused on her feelings... or something like that. The longer this goes on, the more uncertain she is. The moment the letter touches her fingers, though, the General feels her jaw nearly hit the floor at the fact that it is... (hold on, counting... counting...) 19 pages long. Shit, she'd struggle to make it a page and a half long, yet this guy seems to never run out of words to add on to his flair for the dramatic. She clears her throat as panic begins to set in, her gaze flashing upwards to settle on his face with wide eyes that say "HELP". "I... Uh... Yeah, yeah. Let me... Let me read it." Oh boy. Here goes nothing. "My Most Beloved and Exquisite Dearest Love, I sit here in the dim glow of the candlelight, my heart aching-- no... shattering into a thousand jagged pieces as I attempt to put my words onto paper. How can mere words contain the pain and anguish that churns within my loins? But alas, I must try, for the world must know the boundless depths of my love for you that cannot be tempered by time and distance." She's going to throw up. Her voice wavers and spikes up an octave. "Oh, my love, my soulmate, my eternal fire.... I am but a mere mortal, but your beauty, your perfection, has lifted me to the heights of the heavens themselves! To walk among the Aeons, blessed by the sight that is your face. You are the sun that burns in the sky, the moon that glows in the night-- how could I ever exist without you? Every moment apart is like a thousand years spent within a barren wasteland of suffering and despair-- oh, how cruel fate is, to separate us for even a single heartbeat."
Feixiao lowers the letter for a moment and closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath as she struggles to maintain composure. There's tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, and it's certainly not from emotion. "This... this is beautiful.... There's so much, though... And I..."
She can't. Her free hand comes up to cover her mouth, lest a pathetic whine of terribly concealed laughter slip forth.
@memoriauteur
Now Playing: Pearl Harbor 2
GHStrings2025 w/ @memoriauteur
THE DIRECTOR stands outside the post office, awaiting his character's debut, arms at his sides. In his right hand is a letter, though the address is obscured, and one of his fingers is noticeably bound by red string. That dastardly SPARKLE had struck once again… Ensnaring a memetic lifeform certainly isn't low effort, he'll concede that much.
As for him and FEIXIAO's predicament, he had considered this "prompt" a simple solution for this impromptu scenario. There needn't be a script to memorize if the lines were written out in advance, after all! Though, "reading aloud" and "communicating the intent of one's performance" were two different skills…
Don't let your director down, general actor of the Xianzhou! These scenes may be shot under duress, but the consequences otherwise are minor enough that you shouldn't need to stress. Consider it a warmup exercise for your illustrious future career!
(THE DIRECTOR fails to realize that his own expectations may be a stressor.)
--Ah, that's his cue.
He pushes open the heavy door to the post office, a dramatic wind fluttering his coat as he lays his eyes upon his lover in stunned silence. He clutches his unsent letter close to his chest. When he speaks, it's quavering and meek, as if about to faint from shock.
"It…it's you… It's really you…!"
His eyes water, and he rushes up to FEIXIAO, lightly tackling her into a warm embrace, his arms over her shoulders. He sniffles audibly. He catches sight of his letter, still in his hand. Reluctantly letting go of FEIXIAO, he holds up the envelope, highlighting the spectacular coincidence.
"I was just about to send this to you…how funny…"
He blushes, unable to maintain eye contact.
THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR sits atop a nearby cabinet of assorted shipping products, capturing the rapturous emotion of the scene. Though her expression is inscrutable as ever, one must assume she's supportive of these lovebirds and their reunion.
Oh, Reignbow Arbiter above. Surely Lan would show her mercy, just this once? Feixiao's mouth immediately twitches in a mixture of disgust and laughter, but she quickly stifles the wretched noise that is almost torn from her with a soft clearing of her throat. The hilarity of it all dies so, so quickly when his arms wrap around her neck-- and the General stumbles backward only a step or two before stopping to reluctantly wind her arms around Reca's... waist.... The sniffles are going to kill her. Her shoulders are already shaking from the effort of keeping it together, and she sincerely hopes it comes off as emotion threatening to overtake her instead of laughter. She could hold her bearing when it mattered during a military event, but this? This was.... "Oh-- Ah... Yep. The same ol' me. I don't look any different, do I?" Feixiao peels away to glance down at her clothes, brows arched as she looks for any stitch out of place. "Don't recognize me?" She waves a hand dismissively at that thought before holding her own letter up. As hard as she tried, there's only.... two words written on the page rather messily. DEAR WIFE? (Complete with the question mark. Was Reca her wife? Husband? Partner?) "Haha.. You know me, never been any good at writing stuff down. As for the feelings part, I try my hardest."
... Is he blushing? "I, um... I figured it might be better to say it face to face, anyways. Want me to read yours...?"
@memoriauteur
there'll be peace when you are done
w/ @verwandeltesich
Now Playing: Pearl Harbor 2
GHStrings2025 w/ @memoriauteur
The small, quaint post office that she found herself dragged to was far quieter than she originally expected; yet, she was thankful for it as gloved fingers tapped against the counter she slumped over. A blank piece of paper remained untouched before her, her other hand twirling a pen in it as the General heaved a huge sigh-- this wasn't her idea of a fun time, considering writing wasn't a forte of hers. She wasn't good at expressing her feelings, and she'd always been up front about words not coming easily... Yet here she was. Tasked by a certain Director to create a passionate love note, expressing her deepest desires for his character who had been awaiting her return from the battlefield. While it's easy enough to slip into the mindset of a soldier, gone for years, finally returning home to their lover... it's not as simple to put into practice, having no experience with the topic as a whole. Feixiao groans as she slumps over further, her forehead resting against the cool surface of the table. "This isn't easy... How am I supposed to come up with this?" Comes her voice, barely audible as she mumbles. Maybe, just maybe... she could use her experience with relief that she felt when seeing Jiaoqiu and Moze safe after a particularly fierce battle? Mr Reca was certainly eccentric from what she did know of the man, and she was convinced that the universe was playing a terrible prank on her by having her connected to him for this... But she straightens her back, steels herself, and finally begins scribbling a few words on the paper's surface. "I won't say no to a challenge, I guess. Let's get this started!"
Feixiao steels herself for a moment before changing her demeanor slightly, ready to attempt to envelop the character she's been assigned. It took a bit of bargaining and convincing for her to agree to paint this as a sort of movie, but... It'll make it easier she thinks. She thinks. A few more words make their way onto her paper, brows furrowed in an expression of both conflict and contemplation-- that's right, she's supposed to be sending this to a lover that she hasn't seen in years, separated from them by a vicious war. But... Feixiao raises her head to look at the entrance to the post office, azure eyes locking with her "lover's" gaze, feigning the best damn effort she's ever made at looking surprised and off-guard. Reca stands several feet away from her, and one of her ears twitch in slight annoyance with the situation (though she tries her hardest to stifle the reflex). Her mouth opens as if she wants to say something, but the words don't come out-- and it's not from emotion. It's from the sheer fact that she's lost, she doesn't know what to say, and this is all so over the top and corny that the General can't even begin to know where to start. She breaks eye contact to glance down at her 'letter', a small chuckle breaking the silence between them. "I was writing this for you as a surprise, but maybe I won't have to after all. Guess the cat's out of the bag." "... I'm finally home."
@memoriauteur
my own worst enemy
Harmony: Tunnel of Horrors w/ @spicehill
Several flyers scattered about Clockie Plaza had advertised a new attraction to the theme park-- and of course, it had immediately piqued the General's interest. Penacony as a whole was an experience that remained unique in her memory, and the entire concept was completely wild; sure, she had heard tales about the Dreamscape... but actually being inside of it was a totally different feeling that had no comparison. Maybe it took a bit of convincing on her part to "encourage" her companion to follow along. ("I'm going to get on it with or without you.") But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and her adventurous spirit couldn't be deterred when it came to a simple pleasure such as this. She's already grinning from ear to ear, and she eagerly grabs Jiaoqiu's arm to drag him towards the entrance to the "Tunnel of Love". What a corny name-- it seems to have done its trick to entice, though, judging by the large number of patrons that lingered about in anticipation for their turns. It's easy for her infectious energy to sweep him along into the moment, and Feixiao is practically bouncing on her toes as she not-so-patiently awaits a seat to be offered to them. Really, she feels like a child right now... but maybe it wasn't so bad to feel like she was a young fox again. "C'mon, Jiaoqiu-- surely you're at least a little excited?" She pokes fun at his usual demeanor, her smile growing wider (if it was even possible). "Or are you embarrassed by what I might see from your wildest dreams? I was betting on it being food-related, but..." Feixiao knows better than to actually come to that conclusion, but she can't resist making the jest regardless. Jiaoqiu has always been one to think far beyond anything materialistic, and for that she's grateful; they've got enough in common to make it easy to communicate even wordlessly. "What do you think you'll see from mine?"
@spicehill
[GIANT JENGA] General and assassin are once more locked in a fearsome stalemate. One wrong move and the other goes down. Their partnership has always been one built on the hairline border between life and death, their own lethality deterred or stopped entirely by the other’s matching strength.
The tower trembles as Moze tests one of the wooden blocks near the bottom. Feixiao stands on the other side, awaiting her turn with her back to the ring of bystanders who have come to witness the outcome of this intense bout that has gone on for nearly an hour. The base of the tower is riddled with precarious gaps, and yet neither competitor has managed to throw the other off balance. Moze, still, has not yet managed to land the decisive, killing blow.
Deciding that the block he has tested will do, he carefully begins to push it out of its place. The tower wobbles. The crowd holds its breath. Reaching around to the other side, he gingerly takes the protruding end and helps it the rest of the way out. For a split second, it seems as though the tower might crumble, and yet it holds. There is nothing in his expression except for razor-sharp focus as he places the block on the top. Once again, a slight tremble in the stack seems ready to send it to its destruction, but it quickly stills.
Moze steps back to inspect the new shape of the tower, then he nods to the general.
”Your move.”
Moze has always been calculated. Precise. Never missing a single detail in his work, whether it be something as simple as keeping his quarters clean, or carrying through his mission-- nothing left untouched, and nothing left behind. His reflexes rival even her own at times... and it's exactly why he makes the perfect partner for this game that piqued both of their interests. She's intensely focused on his every move, her eyes narrowing and ears twitching with every shift in his posture, as if the outcome of this game could determine the fate of the world. Not a hint of amusement or joy crosses her face, only unwavering concentration and steeled nerves as his deft fingers carefully retrieve the block he's been eyeing... and (unfortunately) he succeeds in placing it on top. Even if the General's breath does stop for a moment when the tower teeters precariously. A click of her tongue is her initial response as she shifts to examine the weaknesses of the wobbling shape. He's left her in a difficult position, that's for sure... Anything she tries to move is going to make this nearly impossible, yet... Feixiao doesn't lose. Ever. And so she'll take a gamble, placing faith in her ability to see this through to the end. It's a slight shift in her posture as she crouches; she pulls back a single hand as azure eyes pinpoint the exact brick that she wants to move. Her breath comes to a complete standstill as her muscles tense, and like a snake coiling to strike, her arm darts forward with a speed only seen in the likes of Flying Aureus. Her fingers catch one of the blocks and sends it flying straight through, and everyone in the crowd seems to hold their breath as the tower shudders at the loss of support. Yet, in the end, it doesn't come crumbling down, and Feixiao rounds the table to snag the game piece from the ground. A deep chuckle rumbles in her chest, brows raised in a challenge. "Ha. How's that? I've been saving that move for the end here." The General flips the piece in her hand before reaching up to place it on top, grinning from ear to ear almost as if she's taunting him. She knows all too well that it won't have much of an effect, though she retains the playful aspect of things regardless-- and slowly... she lowers it in place directly above the one he held before. Only for the tower to collapse nearly instantaneously. The loud, anguished cry of defeat from the General is heard over the clapping and cheering of the gathered crowd, and she immediately hangs her head with ears flattened back against her skull. Okay... maybe she should amend that statement: the Merlin's Claw doesn't lose on the battlefield.
[XINYUE KIOSK]
Seele wanted to get in better shape.
She didn't believe that she was out of it, far from it in fact. She knew damn well she was in the best physical condition of her life at this point. But in the case of emergency...what if she had built up a little more muscle, you know?
What if Bronya needed her help punching someone? Or carrying something? Emergency situations like these happen.
Maybe this festival was a bad time to try and figure out a good diet to build some muscle. But even then, after seeing General Feixiao, someone who -- after hearing from a rather well-traveled friend -- had a more than impressive build? I mean, would it hurt to ask?
So Seele walked up to General Feixiao, a rather simple question in mind as she did.
"Um, excuse me? What...what foods at this festival do you think would be good to eat for someone trying to build muscle...?"
The question isn't one that she's unaccustomed to-- but the fact that it comes from a face she doesn't recognize has the General turning her head, a skewer sticking out of her full mouth. Clearly, she's been having fun with the various stalls carrying foods she had yet to try, and Feixiao quickly clears her throat before tugging the wooden stick away and chewing down the remainder of her snack. "Oh, uh... Well, that's kind of a complicated question." She rests a hand at her hip, the other tapping at her chin as her expression shifts into something a bit more thoughtful. "Eggs, for sure. High in protein, which you need to bulk up. Just not too many-- moderation, and all that... They're still fatty, so you gotta balance the rest of your diet as well." Without hesitating, Feixiao reaches over to snag another skewer from the stall next to them. There's slices of well-seasoned chicken on it, glistening from whatever sauce the vendor decided to slather on it; she quickly offers her payment before holding the stick out to Seele, the corners of her lips turning upwards into a grin. "Meat. Lean stuff. Chicken, for example. Take this!" Okay, maybe not the healthiest choice, considering how most of these treats were. It was a start, though, right? "Better start lifting those weights! But first... A good meal, yeah?"
[DRAGON DANCE] - Uh-oh! It seems like the main crew that would lead the dragon dance are two members short, and need two sets of hands NOW! Grab someone and help keep this dance from falling through.
It's always a bummer when things down work out like they are supposed to. But Guinaifen is never one to give up! Sure, her original dance partner ended up not being able to show up and do the performance, but that doesn't mean that there aren't others would could fill the role! It's pretty traditional, so most folks would likely know the routine, or have a decent idea of it.
As if on cue, the redhead comes across a star of the Xianzhou- the General of the Yaoqing. Surely the foxian would know the dance! Plus it's a good opportunity to actually talk to her instead of watching from a respectful distance as a random citizen of the alliance.
The redhead easily strikes up to the General, both dragon heads in each hand with a wide smile etched across her face.
❛ Hey there, Miss Feixiao! How would you like to be apart of the upcoming Dragon Dance with the one and only Lil Gui? You would actually be doing me a huge favor- my partner isn't able to show up and I can't do the performance solo, unfortunately. ❜
Though the Xianzhou is not her place of birth, Feixiao had been so seamlessly integrated into the culture to the point where it was simply second nature to partake in events such as these. Yueyu always put forth the effort to impart knowledge and tradition to her, regardless of whether it mattered at the time or not-- she briefly remembers the way she felt when she saw fireworks and came to learn that explosions as such didn't always mean war; or how the flames of a bonfire didn't mean that a war party went pillaging. And now, drink in hand, she can't help but smile upon observing the crowds that gathered for this... Lantern Rite. The Xianzhou had similar celebrations at this time of year, and it didn't seem to be too different from what she had become accustomed to. It was, however, rare to have a moment like this to actually indulge. As the redhead approaches her, Feixiao downs the rest of her baijiu before placing the empty glass on the nearest table. "Dragon Dance, huh? Can't say I have experience. You seem like you're a capable enough teacher, though-- Whaddya say? Gonna show me your moves?" The General plucks one of the dragon heads out of her hands, grinning as she pulled it up to place on her head, only to pause for a moment. "... This might not fit. Ears, y'know? Got a, uh.. bigger one?"
I'm about to Honkai Impact her world
Feixiao & Eden
She matches Feixiao’s toast automatically, glasses clinking together under the dull din of the restaurant, though she takes her sip a little cautiously. Thankfully, it’s nothing too dissimilar to what she’s had before. Eden does take a moment to muse on its taste, however. It was eerily familiar, as if a drink of her past had bottled itself in a new name and being. But just as her compliment to the selection would slide off her tongue, Feixiao’s question disarms her.
She can’t help but laugh at how awfully forward she is, and the clear tones of her mirth ring out over the table. Content with just her company, Eden hadn’t even considered potential further implications. Feixiao’s intention is clear to her, though; even loosely intoxicated, Eden can still ascertain a person’s tells. It’s too obvious. Feixiao wants her, and she intends to have her.
Her head spins, their words echoing in her ears. To show, rather than to tell… Perhaps, it would not be so bad to avoid isolation on her first night alive once more. These sorts of things hadn’t been uncommon in her past, but… that had been a lifetime ago. She wasn’t a celebrity, a show-stopper, a pop star intent on taking in hand the pleasures of life, anymore. She was just Eden, who had lost all her friends to save a world that she could only hope had been saved. Her soul was heavier, now.
Her thoughts dilute themselves with another sip of Feixiao’s chosen brew. It’s good. Begrudgingly, it’s…new. This is not a taste she’s known, Eden decides, and yet it melts on her tongue.
Perhaps, she could do with a refreshment. Something to remind her of her own current humanity, not just the self she had lost. And, she’s not exactly opposed to the idea. The warmth in her cheeks, different than the alcohol in her chest, betrays her.
The body is always honest, after all.
She’s glad for the table between them. By the way her company leans closer, were it not an obstacle, negotiations might not have been part of tonight's sequence of events.
Though she's made up her mind, Eden can’t help but giggle once again, catching Feixiao’s eagerness and matching its intensity. Her look issues a silent challenge: make clear your intentions, dear soldier, and perhaps I just might hear you out.
“You’re sly, I’ll give you that. I agree. My actions have always spoken louder than my words - my singing, rather.” Eden slides her empty cup across the table, locked eye contact not wavering for a second. “Tell me, Miss Feixiao. I do so enjoy imparting gifts as thanks, and I’m wondering what sort of gift to give you for tonight. I considered a bottle from my collection, but for all the company you’ve blessed me I wonder if that would not be enough. Do tell me, what sort of gift would you enjoy?”
The soft giggle from her companion comes out a little bit more adorable than likely intended, and it's a bit contagious-- Feixiao's deep, rumbling chuckle follows suit effortlessly, even as she flashes her canines in a smile. The Merlin's Claw is known for ferocity on the battlefield: unrelenting, bold, a proclamation to chase her target to the ends of the earth. When her sights are set on a goal... there's nothing that keeps her from it, and Eden's final comment breaks the last shred of her self control and better judgment. Well. And the alcohol too, probably. She's conveniently choosing to ignore that part on her own behalf. "Singing? Perhaps you should show me," She drawls, only the slightest hint of a slur seeping into her words. She's never had any problem holding her alcohol, but enough drinks and the effects are finally starting to make themselves show. "I don't know much, but I did learn to play the dizi from my Master. Doubt I could do much with it at this very moment, though." "A gift... hm," Feixiao feigns an expression of deep thought, azure eyes flickering over and narrowing to lock with Eden's gaze. Her ears flatten slightly, gloved hand clenching into a fist in order to keep herself grounded and keep her filter in place. "A performance, from an esteemed musician? I think it would be rather enjoyable. I don't get to spend much time indulging, you see." Finishing off the remainder of her cup, she frowns once realizing that their bottle is empty. But it's as good of a sign as any to take their leave, and the General slowly pushes herself to her feet-- she sways for only a second before stretching her arms high above her head, making a strangled noise as her body seems to appreciate the attempt at getting rid of the stiffness. She can feel Eden's gaze on her, and she can't help but lick her lips before moving over to offer her arm. Maybe Feixiao needs the support more than the other woman does, but whatever-- she'll manage. She's drank more than this before, and she'll certainly do it again. "I've got some manners, though. Perhaps I can show you around the Luofu... after sleeping this off." She stifles a hiccup, her face flushed red as she finally realizes: ohhhh.... one too many, maybe. "Shall we take our leave, Miss Eden?" @cabernetsauvignor
i want to be the very best!
...wait, not that kind of training?
crystallize — the xianzhou luofu — feixiao and blade
Her eyes flit back and forth between the silver-haired foxian, whom Blade seems generally acquainted with (or perhaps the other way around), and her designated salami slicer in Blade's hands. A chill shoots through her body imagining what sort of battlefield these two will create, were she not here to serve as a buffer and should they be left to their own devices. Considering fighting words were already being shared under the guise of guidance, she takes the initiative and steps forward towards the soldiers with much reluctance, but also out of necessity.
"Well, hopefully that served as a good introduction to today's practice. If we're moving up in levels from the easiest difficulty to the hardest, seems like it should be me that goes first." Another nonchalant pop of her bubblegum, and Silver Wolf engages the wrist module on her right arm with a pump of her fist, the cybernetic blade seemingly constructed entirely out of holographic pixels extending over the back of her hand. "Who's first?"
A soldier in the front row who'd seemed to be itching for a fight during the past few minutes steps up almost automatically. A makeshift arena forms, more like a crude circle where the training spar would be taking place more than anything. Everyone else seems to step back, forming into a perimeter, breaths held in anticipation.
Silver Wolf shifts her stance, right foot in front of the left, stabilizing herself. The soldier's heavy metal lance seems to make a sound as it slices through the air towards her person.
Request: [1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1
The taps of her fingers on her wrist module were not fast enough for the brute force of the spear's blades slashing at her. The pixelated cube she's positioned over the soldier's head falls without hitting anything as the soldier lunges forward and dodges it, almost as if they planned the move at the perfect moment. Instinctively, she lets out a sound both of surprise and pain. A large slash traces along her forearm and through her midsection, and where one would expect blood to be pouring from the flesh wounds, the bystanders instead see glitching pixels, Silver Wolf's form revealed to be a mere hologram.
"Not bad," she offers, retracting her blade and taking a step back, her hand hovering over the digital open wounds. There's little else she can say; for all her lack of strength, she didn't expect to perform this poorly out the gate.
@neverendingdeath @boltsunder
"Admitting defeat? Hardly. I could sit here and jab you with a sword for a couple hours, but it won't do anything-- I'm well aware of your situation, Stellaron Hunter." Her eyes remain narrowed in his direction, making a flourish of her gunblade as Silver Wolf made her approach to the soldiers gathered. None of the Stellaron Hunters were to be underestimated, even someone of a small stature like her-- hopefully, the Cloud Knights that dared to step forward were of the same mindset. Pride goeth before the fall, or something like that. And... the outcome wasn't what she expected, actually. Feixiao had to stifle a snort because of how badly the failure caught her off guard-- and instead, it comes out as a few coughs meant to sound nonchalant. She is, however, thankful that Silver Wolf decided to use a hologram... because it saves them all a trip to the infirmary, begging one of the medics to patch up a wanted criminal. "Well... It's a start." The General raises her gunblade at one of the soldiers standing closer, dropping into an offensive stance as her face cracks out into a grin. "Hope you're ready. I won't take it easy on you!" There's only a flash of azure light as she darts forward, the blunt end of her blade knocking one of the knights to the ground with ease-- another approaches from her left, and her body is already twisting to send a kick straight into the center of his chest. The soldier yelps in pain as he's sent sprawling into the dirt, and Feixiao can't help but bark out a laugh. Jing Yuan has been slacking. The Verdant Knights would never be allowed to slide into such a state of complacency. "Come on, now. Surely you've got more than that. Take this seriously!" She tosses a look over her shoulder in Blade's direction, brow arched. "Your turn. Show me what you've got, big guy."
@neverendingdeath @5point1
Tell me more, tell me more
A knock at the door signifies the time has come, and that she will not be disappointed. Lingsha lets out a breath she had not realized she was holding as she sets aside what she had been reading. “Come in.”
General Feixiao enters the room that Lingsha had set aside for the appointed time. She had carefully ensured that anyone who might have found themselves in this area was elsewhere, either busy with tasks or given enough reason to make themselves scarce. If certain shadows were watching them, however…well, there was little Lingsha herself could do about that.
“Thank you for taking the time to indulge my request, General.” For once, she wears an honest smile. There is no need for false pleasantries after all; she has no doubt that her request would have simply been ignored if Feixiao was disinterested. “I know that we both have busy schedules, and I appreciate you taking the time out of yours to meet with me.”
A chair has been set up for the General to sit in. Lingsha gestures towards it, while she sets up her incense burner upon the nearby table. Just in case.
“I understand, of course, that I am by no means the most educated person when it comes to your condition, but as everything transpired on the Luofu, I feel it only right that the Alchemy Commission attempt to contribute in whatever way possible.”
Lingsha turns to face Feixiao. She leans her back against the table, smile fading as she turns to business. “So, how have you been feeling?”
@boltsunder
It's almost annoying, really, how familiar this all feels. From one consult to the next, pointed questions about her physical (and mental) state, the regular diagnostics that she's been through enough times to have it all memorized down to the miniscule detail... Feixiao has long since come to terms with the fact that it's a necessity, but she can't help feeling that her time would be better spent elsewhere, when the answers she receives are always the same. Yet... there's a bit of false hope that lingers in the depths of her chest. Jiaoqiu, who will work himself to the bone for any scrap of information that would contribute to finding a cure for her Moon Rage. Bailu, whose wealth of knowledge that spanned centuries could potentially offer treatments. And, of course... The Alchemy Commission's newest Cauldron Master, Lingsha. Her methods are unconventional by all standards, and the General can certainly appreciate a new approach to the normalcy she's come to accept. "I know you've got enough on your plate without me stopping by, so... The pleasure's all mine. It's a mutual benefit, I can't complain too much. As for the Luofu, I understand-- and I appreciate your part in helping calm all of the chaos. I'm sure General Jing Yuan does as well." Feixiao unceremoniously plops down into the seat offered to her, a light chuckle following suit. Straight to business, was it? "I don't really have much to give you, though. I... don't feel any different. At least, not physically." She leans forward there, a gloved hand coming to rest on her chin. It's strange, really; devouring the Crimson Moon had done nothing to her body-- her regenerative properties had seemingly remained the same, albeit slightly elevated. There's no doubt in her mind that she'll be suffering consequences she simply hasn't seen yet, but... Maybe Jiaoqiu had struck gold with his theory. "It's hard to explain, I guess. But my mind feels clearer than it ever has; no distractions with pointless doubts, and nothing there to weigh me down. It's.... refreshing. Different. And wholly unfamiliar, if I had to be honest." "Almost a little scary." A breathy, nervous laugh. "Makes me wonder what else has changed that I haven't seen. What do you think, Miss Lingsha?" @crimsondragcn
