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@charmsol
an independent original character beloved by leon, re-est 1/11/24, primarily featuring generic fantasy, genshin and honkai star rail verses--!
Good luck, bad luck--at the end of the day, all luck runs out
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opens this blog solely to point at sol & go 'wuwa verse' (& also say im good now, im just busy between 3 gachas, still recovering from reading comic addiction & trying to keep my bank account from getting too low so rp still not happening for the foreseeable future)
anyway escaped fractsidus experiment sol who has two tacet marks, one in each eye, them being nearly identical as the result of shoving enough tacet discord reverberations in him in an attempt to make his original forte stronger, only for the reverberations to be in discord, making his forte nearly useless and aggravating TD's on sight
his name is solaris in that verse bc his mothers last words were 'youre my world' so of course he chose to name himself after the world
yeah i might as well officially announce hiatus/potential dropping rp again
stuff just Will Not Stop Happening & ive been slammed with paying my moms dentist bills, then dropping several hundred on lawnmower repair, to which we get the thing back & its not even fucking fixed instead it nearly catches on fucking fire as soon as it turned on. my bank account is doing Very Bad & my yard is so incredibly overgrown & ugly
& then my dog got super sick & we had to put her down & now my cat has been missing for a week so. mental state is fucked to hell & just to further piss me off my aunt keeps making plans with us every weekend & then fuckin cancelling last minute
so yeah im not in a place to be social/write & rn im just falling into rlly avoidant old habits while trying to keep up w the small amount of work im getting. my already majorly depressed/anxious ass be having it rough rn fr
The sarcasm was...
❝ forget i asked. ❞ Raven sighed. ❝ we'll go back t' the blastia.. ❞
He looked down at himself and tried to ignore the chill that felt like the guy was looking through him deeper than his little bodhi blastia. His brow scrunches in confusion as he looks himself over - which, in his defense, he still looked better than most in Dahngrest.
❝ what's wrong with it? ❞
He dare ask, definitely having flash backs to that Aspio Mage with one hell of an attitude.
Uh huh, that's right, drop the complaints and move on to the actual topic, mister scruffy-face. He was a little offended his flirtation, as insincere as it was, got huffed away, but he didn't really expect anything else. He gave a sassy waggle of his fingers in silent chastisement towards the older man before pointing down and repeating his concern yet again.
"Dull."
He let the word linger for a half-beat before moving on. No doubt 'dull' just meant something like 'dusty' or just in need of a quick wipe-down to the average Joe.
"The core. You should get some maintenance done on it--it's most likely just some dirt or grime or who-knows-what in between the core and body weakening the connection, but you should get it checked for something more serious like a crack or code degradation."
Judging by Solaris' expression, mentioning that he had arrived earlier this morning probably wasn't the wisest thing to mention. Truthfully, though, Flynn wasn't feeling that tired as of yet. Knight training got him used to being awake for extended amounts of time so going on a small date around the city wouldn't hurt him that badly.
Still, he couldn't help but chuckle softly at Sol's reaction, watching as he spun around in horror. He felt a little bad for laughing but... well... dropping info like that on people and watching their reactions was a little amusing at times.
"I know it's not worth saying, but I really am okay. I've stay up way longer than this before. Plus, chances are, if I hadn't of run into you, I probably would have just gone right back to work. Time off or not. At least this way, I'm sort of relaxing."
He knew he was a bit of a workaholic at times. But he figured he might as well stay on top of things, especially as a captain of a squad. He likely would have spent his free time planning their next course of action and checking it thrice over.
He nodded quietly, taking in the information of things to do in Nordopolica and... well, he would be lying if the idea of checking out the Coliseum didn't interest him. His eyes lit up as he spoke. "Oh... I would be interested in that, if that's something you'd like to do."
Flynn was happiest when he was on the battlefield, sword and shield in hand. But on top of that, he did love to watch other people fight. It was fun, really, to see all of the fighting styles that existed in the world. Plus, a lot of it would help in his training as well. So, he gave a wide smile towards Solaris. "If you're fine with it, I'd like to see at least some of the fights."
There is nothing Flynn can say to remove the look of suspicion for the remainder of the date. Oh, how the young always claimed boundless energy--he'd perhaps be envious if didn't believe there was a guaranteed chance of burn out in the future of all who felt that way. Work, he says. No dating, no fun, just burning the midnight oil and overachieving at work. Sure, he might have achieved an early promotion but what kind of life was that for someone barely of drinking age? Sad, that's what.
But he's not about to say any of that, merely give Flynn a huff for playing off his lack of rest and agree that at least in his hands, he can force a little break upon a workaholic. It also figured that Mr Workaholic Knight would perk up at the idea of watching fights. The Coliseum was the city's main attraction anyway, so why not experience a bout or two. He gave a nod and gave Flynn's arm a couple pats of reassurance.
"Yes, of course we'll go. I don't quite remember the schedule--" he had checked at some point earlier, but hadn't been interested enough to know if anything was happening beyond the exact moment he'd looked, "I think there's a fight this afternoon--a good fight, I mean, with someone that's more well-known? The match was high-lighted compared to the others on the flier at least. We can go check the time at one of the Coliseum entrances before settling into any plans."
The man adjusts the hood on his head with a simple head jerk, allowing for his eyes to get a better view of the label that was written on the bottle. He had only stood by the stalls for a silent few minutes, attempting to find what it was Bailu sent him on a 'mission' for. Having to remember the ingredients that was needed for a remedy off the top of his head.. it needed his focus. Focus that was stolen from him when a voice interrupts his thoughts.
Blinking towards the other, he couldn't help but squint. "You're not the usual stall owner." He murmurs, setting the bottle back down on the table. "Almost." Was his reply, it ended up not being what he was looking for. He was prepared to tell him he didn't need help, but his next sentence made him fully look at him with a raised brow. "Poor business practice to offer discounts for a simple name, isn't it?" He asks bluntly, using his fingers this time to fix the hood enough to get a good luck at him. Who are you.
@charmsol
He tilts his gaze up from seated position in a way that he clearly thinks is charming, and would give a better view of potential customer's face, idling with fingers tapping upon each other before leaning back into a more business-like pose after final question. No name--someone's not the happy-go-lucky type.
"A discounted product sold is better than none--I thank you for keeping my profit margin in mind, but I'm a bit hurt to not know a dear customer's name." Though his casual demeanor and friendly smile show no sign of offense taken in the slightest. "I'm tending shop today as a favor--do let me know if you're looking for anything specific. My friend doesn't have the most comprehensive stock, but I happen to trade in elixirs as well."
Raven was reeeeally trying to ignore the guy looking at him dead on for the past ten minutes but it was starting to get real uncomfortable after awhile. Starting to wonder if he should say something at this point but the guy beat him to it. Raven wasn't sure he liked that any better.
❝ er... ❞ Absolutely baffled. ❝ an awful way ta say hello there, fella.. ❞
This guy kinda reminded him of a certain blastia-obsessed mage, and definitely not for good reasons at the moment.
Golden eyes finally flit up to the other man's face for a deadpan glance. That was hardly the worst way to greet someone in Dahngrest, of all places. At least it was words and not fists. Still, he immediately shifts his stance at the rebuke, slender fingers pushing back his bangs and propping out a hip to play the sultry suitor.
"Oh, of course~" he drones out in his sweetest voice, "My apologies. How could I ignore such a handsome man with a handsome face for such a dull and ordinary bodhi blastia~?"
'i'll try to do a little more around here--' so i fuckin lied lmao uhhhh the big major stress factor has been resolved (not happily, but resolved) but i did unfortunately fall back into the worst habit/addiction of mine & it is very difficult keeping myself out of it. like, shaking, upset when i do anything else, cant focus & its just. fuckin. reading manga for 20 hours a day alskdjfadf i did at least manage to do hsr 2.1 quest in full, no treasures/side stuff but like. that was a Struggle lmao (it was good stuff even if i was grumpy. why does hoyo keep making the worst cliffhangers.)
wow sorry my mental health really took a nosedive for a while & it's still. very bad tbh! but i will try to do a little more around here, tho i probably still won't be very active on dash or anything
also stardew doodle under cut bc while its not actually whats taking up the majority of my time/attention, it is what's taking up the little bit of time that i feel Okay Enough to Do Something rip lmao
@altosk
He wasn't staring at the stranger's crotch, really, eyes angled down with a most intense stare at the unkempt man. It took perhaps awkwardly long for him to say something about the reason for his focus.
"--Have you had that bodhi blastia checked up recently? It looks a bit--dull." Or was it just dirty. Guildsmen were the type to accumulate dirt by mere existence, after all.
@etherealguard
"Anything catch your eye~?" He'd hope so--he's minding an apothecary stall as a favor for a friend, though the fiddling with his earring, the up-and-down look over and overtly friendly smile suggest he's not entirely concerned with any interest going towards his wares. "How about a discount if I can get your name?"
The fish had really only been offered back to him because Sora truly did not know what else to do or say in this situation. It was bizarre, even by her standards. When it turned out he didn't want the fish back she was unsure what to do with it now that it was in her hands.
Before she could think of a plan of action the strange man was moving towards her-- and the next thing she knew she was being dragged along the alleyway at a surprisingly fast speed. The fish slipped out of her hand and she stumbled, legs working automatically to keep her upright and running.
Though it would have been easy enough for her to force the both of them to an abrupt halt, something about the desperation in his voice compelled her to follow along behind him. Either he was in trouble for reasons outside his control, or he was some kind of criminal trying to evade capture-- sticking with him just seemed the best option at the moment.
"Wh-what's going on?" She stammered. "Are you being chased?" Those people sure sounded angry-- what in the world had he done?
Oh, thank the Archons she followed--though he wasn't much of a believer in the gods, it wouldn't hurt to give them his thanks every now and then (especially considering how often he cursed them, instead--). Panic was still in control, as the damp, stinky merchant of a man took every back alley and shortcut he knew of, winding their way next the giant stump of Port Ormos 'til the cacophony of the harbor died out to a distant murmur.
As he slowed, head swinging around, single gaudy earring smacking him with swing he finally breathed out. There might have still been shouting--but no words could be made out at least. Thank goodness this was Sumeru, where he still knew most of the streets (and it seemed that construction by one of those Kshahrewar students had finally ended, too). He finally took in a deep breath, and the feeling in his fingers reminded him he wasn't on his own--if he weren't already flushed from the flight and everything else, he'd have gone red, and let go of the stranger's hand like he'd noticed he'd touched hot iron.
"I am so sorry," the apology slides out once again--the man might as well be a broken record. He started fidgeting as he began to explain himself, fixing his cloak, his bag strap, taking another fish out of the folds of his cloak-- "I was just walking below the fishing net when the crane lifted it and--well..." There was an awkward shrug and anxious half-grin as he held up the new fish, "the ropes snapped and, well, some people just have to find someone else to blame and punish. Like being covered in fish stink isn't punishment enough..."
The words hit him like a pile of bricks. The look shot in his direction serves as a punch to the gut. Nausea swept over him as he stared back, his own expression morphing into guilt-stricken and apologetic, downcast and ashamed. Is that not the same way his mother had looked at him? Is that not the same excuse she would use over and over and over again just to keep him away? Gods, he feels terribly sick. The color drained from his face the longer Solaris kept speaking.
He's right, of course he's right. Why is he always like this? 'You know me'? What the fuck kind of sad, pathetic excuse is that? There was no good reason to be so prickly with him; Solaris had proven time and time again that he was not an enemy. Yet the second he leaves for more than a week and it's like everything resets. It's back to the beginning of angry words barely hidden beneath cold demeanor. By now Zelos had withdrawn completely, holding himself and looking like he was about to suddenly keel over and be sick right there and then. Questions, far more valid than he wanted them to be, swam around in his head but words remained caught in his throat and instead he only offered silence.
'Why do you want me to stay?' Because I'm lonely. Because you're one of the only people in this shitty world who can stand me. Because I actually do like your company and I missed you. But why is it so hard to say it? Why is it so hard to show it? It's just a few simple words and everyone knows he's good at talking. It should be child's play; he told the girls all the time how much he cared for them, how much he thought about them-
It's not easy because it means something. It's not easy because it's not just empty words.
'Who do you want to feel better here?' Me. I don't want to look like the bad guy, even though I know I am. I want you to stay so I can feel better and pretend I didn't do anything wrong, just like you predicted. Selfish is too kind a word for the likes of him. Would admitting that clear the air? No, not likely. There is nothing he can say to make this better and so he bites his tongue and turns away, signalling that he has been defeated and Sol is free to leave.
It's only when he takes a few steps back that he pauses and finally finds the will to speak; even if it is quiet and fearful and unlike his usual persona. "I am sorry. For a lot of things. Just... stay safe Sol."
But he doesn't dare ask the question on his tongue. 'If I can't change, if I'm such trouble... Why do you keep coming back?'
"I know you're sorry, Zelos. That doesn't make it better." He's still whining, and shoulders slump as he presses his eyes shut. Perhaps, if he closes them tight enough, when he opened them next, he'd wake up, before he'd come breezing in and they could start all over and it'd be better. But nothing had changed when he opened them, and he couldn't just stand in the doorway forever, whether he had the energy to leave or not.
There is one surprise left for the Chosen, as the wandering merchant steps back in, turning to the redhead again and stepping close, taking that pretty, despondent face in his hands, pulling him down and placing one soft , barely a touch kiss on the Chosen's forehead. The action seemed to carry a sense of finality to it, though he didn't plan on avoiding Zelos forever after, just--just a while. He just wasn't sure how long that while would be, and with that he let his hands fall and backed up.
"Be better, Zelos. Please." For him. For anyone. For himself. At least pretend. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was wanted, liked. That he was anything other than a passing whimsy and amusement, lesser than any woman that passed Zelos' sight for five minutes. For someone that had to work so hard to regulate their emotional state, such an environment was far from productive. So with that, he's gone. Finally dragging himself out the door, and back to the cheapest inn he can find, with the cheapest beer he can buy en masse to properly sulk.
Flynn takes a moment to finish his cider, and to settle the slight nervousness that he felt in his stomach. Despite how casual it would be, the fact began to settle that this was, indeed, technically his first date. There was simply no instruction manual on how to handle something like that.
Perhaps he should have listened more when the ladies back in the Lower Quarter attempted to teach him on how to act when taking someone out on a date like this. But at the time, all he and Yuri cared about was to just grow stronger.
As he finishes his drink, he moves to stand up as well before holding out his arm for the other to place his outstretched hand on. At the very least, he knew how to be polite and courteous. That would be a good place to start.
"Some of my knights have been here for a couple of days but admittedly, I had just gotten here earlier this morning. Since I've been on duty for most of the day, I admittedly haven't gotten the chance to sight see or anything like that." Flynn offers Sol a gentle smile, interest on his face. "So I suppose I'll follow your lead. What is something that you like to do here in the city?"
If anything, this would also give Flynn a chance to see what Solaris enjoyed doing on his free time. It would definitely give him some more insight into what type of person he was.
Still with the chivalry, though there's no hesitation in draping himself over his Knight after a brief recalibration of his bundled cloak. A quick look is given around, earring dramatically swaying with the motion 'til he finally spotted a trash can near the corner to dispose of their cups--Pallestralle certainly kept the city cleaner than Dahngrest. He supposed it came with the territory of a single guild in control with a tendency towards tourism. When Flynn's timeline sank into his ears, he immediately looked back at the Knight in muted horror.
"Today?? You must be exhausted! And here I am, about to take a ship-lagged man around on a city tour--" He could already tell that insisting on a change of plans would get some variation of 'I'm okay' with how courteous and accommodating his Knight was, but he was mentally rewriting that long, slow walk through the full bazaar with a shorter itinerary that ended in a sit-down restaurant somewhere along the way. Less for romantic reasons and more that he simply could not imagine working and walking after immediately disembarking after the journey from Ilyccia or Tolbyccia and could hardly subject someone he liked to the torture of shopping whilst he still had his sea legs. Suspicion replaced the former shock as he gave the man a once-over, before dragging him over to dispose of their cups; he'd have to keep an eye out and take it easy, apparent discomfort or not.
"Aside from shopping, I suppose I'm a typical tourist? Admittedly I did sleep my first days here off--and then in the bars--" Oh, oh that was perhaps not the best to admit. Sure, he did spend a great deal of his time bar-hopping, getting drunk, and seeking affection and acknowledgement from random men but that was hardly something he'd want to reveal from someone he wanted to leave with a good impression. He cleared his throat, hoping to distract from his last statement, scrambling for some over interest that wouldn't make him look quite so bad. "Um--I did want to catch some of the fights at the Coliseum, at least once. Is that something a Knight like yourself would be interested in?"
HSR verse sol goes through periods of molting--he'll experience sudden onsets of mild physical mara growths that grow over a month or so, then fall off. This happens once every few years or so, is quite painful & is the reason he continues to return to the Loufu after being sent out to recruit Elixir Seekers, to dose himself with medicines found only there. He used to need Sanctus Medicus & Dan Shu for this, but by the time of canon, he's figured out enough of what goes into it for him to dose himself, though to a somewhat lesser efficiency.
The first time this happened as a child, it was a shock & concern to everyone, though now, at a rather young 50-ish(?) in this verse it's just a very annoying inconvenience. Strong psychological or physical trauma can also induce a sudden bout of 'mara' for him, as in the latter, abundance growths will cover the injury & once molted, will be mostly healed/normal again. As for avoiding psychological trauma--he's a sort of 'go-with-the-flow' somewhat selfish sort in this verse.
“ excuse me? ” her voice, once a melodious symphony, now carries a subtle crescendo at its culmination. with this slight shift, the very atmosphere around her undergoes a transformation. what was once serene and elegant now bears an undertone of eerie menace, an almost tangible aura that envelopes her as she halts in her graceful stride. with a mere tilt of her head, she casts a glance over her shoulder, her gaze imbued with a glare that speaks volumes.
though initially amused by his antics, her patience now wears thin, her benevolence tested beyond measure. it is not a matter of incapacity; indeed, she possesses the capability to handle the impudent prattling of a mere mortal. rather, it is the affront to her dignity that she cannot abide, especially from one whose own existence is fraught with misfortune. “ i'm afraid you don't exactly know just who you are talking to, ” she remarks with chilling composure, her words laced with a restrained intensity.
“ and should you persist in your disrespectful behavior, there'll be no one here to aid you. i've extended nothing but kindness to your wretched, cursed, pathetic existence, you ungrateful insect. ” with a disarming smile that belies the underlying tension, she resumes her movements, a swish of silken robes accompanying it. “ sometimes, silence proves the wiser course of action. oh my, did i sound like a tacky fortune cookie again? too bad. ”
Ah--the scarab attempts to thwart the Fox by pinching with its pincers, only for mirthful yips to vanish and a paw come down upon carapace, applying pressure 'til it breaks--
His gaze remains fixed on horizon, cheeks flushed with irritation and embarrassment and he wonders if throwing himself down to Narukami's plains would be better. He'd survived more than his fair share of tumbles, though this seemed a bit--high. It still seemed better than dealing with the Vision-clad guuji, though. Really, what he ought to do was plop himself down, bring out a fork and knife and set to lunch on his own boot the way he kept sticking his foot in his mouth--the sigh that he lets out is regretful and exhausted, halting the fiddling with broken clasp to simply gather his bag up in both arms and hold it tight, lest the other side snap as well.
'You do, yes--' but this reply, he is smart enough not to voice at least. "I do appreciate the initial guidance, Lady Guuji--" was that the correct term of address? Regardless, that is a sincere statement, if in dulled delivery. While one could call the subsequent kindness a smothering sort that was, intentionally or not, somewhat offensive. "--but 'cursed, pathetic existence' sounds more accurate and comforting than all that other fate and luck nonsense." This bit, is just a sullen mumble, the man all withdrawn into his own constant misery that is ever bubbling beneath the surface, feet shuffling at the reluctant pace of some grumpy teenager all up in his angst phase.
“ threatened? ” her tone carries an air of incredulity, as though she's encountered the most absurd notion imaginable. halting abruptly, kafka raises gloved hands in a gesture of conciliation, palms upturned as if to display her innocence, her goodwill. “ i would never stoop to such basic tactics. if my aim were to eliminate you, rest assured it would have been accomplished long ago. ” in this moment, authenticity pierces through the veil of deception, her words ringing true. “ i'm merely looking for ... files. specific files on a man who's been arrested under false accusations. ” despite the cloak of deceit woven around her, kafka's intentions remain earnest. “ surely you harbor no desire to see an innocent life condemned to the gallows. ”
They are operating on completely different wavelengths, he realizes, completely unfazed still and looking rather nonplussed at continued threat. Not that he doubts that this strange woman could do violence, and would have already if desired, simply that being raised an Abomination left one rather foreign to the idea of death. Pain--sure. Didn't like that. But even that was temporary and hardly worth concern to him, after everything Sanctus Medicus put him through.
"--Okay? It's really none of my business what the Ten-Lords Commission or whoever gets up to." Truly, empathy is not to be found and he waves away any former ruse of pretending he is not there in the Commission for similar reason. Different objectives, mind, but still someone up to no good, looking for things that weren't meant to be theirs. "This is just an apothecary--I doubt any important files are here. Try another building." Unless the woman wanted coded missives and orders between Elixir Seekers and Sanctus Medicus, she was out of luck. Interest waned, and the formerly discarded gourd is picked up once again, to give a shake, before letting out an irritated huff.
