The Captain

[cryptidcrowned]

wendeiwisp

He thought they were besties

who better to judge than a bestie

[cryptidcrowned]

The more he looks at it, the more pathetic creatures Archons seem to be. How unfortunate.

[wendeiwisp]

" I guess you're right. It's not like it will change anything. Maybe I just wanna know if you enjoy my company. "

[cryptidcrowned]

"You are not a hindrance to my work, thus there is no need to dislike you, if that is what you would like to hear."

[wendeiwisp]

" Maybe it is! Did you miss me though? "

[cryptidcrowned]

"Is it necessary to miss you? You will return when you feel like it, no?"

[wendeiwisp]

why not?

[cryptidcrowned]

"Is this your way of saying you miss me?"

[cryptidcrowned]

dottoray

CLIMBS ALL OVER HIM

Grabs him by the face and moves him away.

[cryptidcrowned]

wendeiwisp

Venti pokes

why

[cryptidcrowned]

The noise that escapes him is a grumble. He has regained sentience.

[cryptidcrowned]

Corrupt Venti

Capitano

[adversaryss]

Tartaglia was not technically assigned to take care of the monster infestation in this area. It's certainly no job for a Harbinger of his status, probably more like particularly dangerous busy work for the local Adventurer's Guild, but what else was he supposed to do when he heard people gossiping about how fearsome these creatures were?

Immediately seek out the whole nest of them and draw them out into a field for an unmitigated slaughter of course.

Like a child dancing in the rain, like a hurricane ripping through a countryside, he tears through the horde in a whirl of Hydro weaponry; skipping, twirling, leaping, laughing bright and airy as his blades become muddier and muddier, the blood seeping into his element in crimson swirls. His vision tunnels down to blue and red, meat and bone, and it's not until the last body has finally fallen still that he looks up to see that he's gathered himself quite an audience at the top of the hill.

And there, standing heads above the rest, is a familiar dark, imposing figure. Tartaglia's already racing heart jackrabbits as his excitement reaches a fever pitch.

"Heeey!" He calls out in his loudest voice and waves both arms over his head to catch Capitano's attention further. Blood is flung every which way with the motion, but the beaming smile on his dirtied face is full of nothing but pride. "Were you watching?"

[cryptidcrowned]

Truth be told, Capitano had come to expect no less from Tartaglia. Gore had become synonymous with his name; his reputation for being a fearmongering, battle crazy fool was most definitely earned. There was no battle he would not touch if it promised challenge of any sort, and those who suffered because of it would receive no apologies.

But that boy was filthy, covered in blood as he was and waving those blades about, such little consideration for others. Even so, the lessers at his side seemed to take inspiration from this display, and cheered for him in return, praising his victory.

Capitano himself says nothing, though he begins his approach toward his vicious little comrade.

[ccaptain]

   well, capitano is almost a comfortable presence. straightforward, a bit too cryptic, though, but he can handle that. at least when he isn’t being called a blueberry, but kaeya has mostly embraced his fruit nature by now. 

   ‘ i’m a cavalry captain. though… ‘

   well, might as well fucking ask.

   ‘ did you happened to see a tall, burly man, with much younger knights following him like ducklings? he should also have at least fifty five horses with him. he kind of took the cavalry part in my title with him. ‘

[cryptidcrowned]

"I am assuming you refer to Mondstadt's Grandmaster Varka. If so, the answer is 'yes'. He and I had a brief run in with one another some time ago." Though technically they could have been called companions at that point with how often they ran into one another.

"How unfortunate that he left you with so little, but it is understandable that he left you behind. Surely you have other things to keep you occupied."

[cryptidcrowned]

"I am assuming you refer to Mondstadt's Grandmaster Varka. If so, the answer is 'yes'. He and I had a brief run in with one another some time ago." Though technically they could have been called companions at that point with how often they ran into one another.

"How unfortunate that he left you with so little, but it is understandable that he left you behind. Surely you have other things to keep you occupied."

[mmriesoftvat]

Alright, well, Childe should have seen this coming. He'd considered doing exactly that to Capitano, but clearly didn't get to do that first. Getting back up, Childe shoots a glare at the harbinger's back.

"Not all of us are in such a hurry that we can't take time out for our colleagues," he mutters. Nevermind that Childe is the one who'd started this in the first place. It probably would've been easier and simpler just to move when first asked, but Childe tends to be impulsive, and where the other harbingers are concerned, on the rude side.

"Jerk."

[cryptidcrowned]

His head turns to look over his shoulder and he pauses.

"Do not blame me for receiving the consequences of your own actions. Those who are in no hurry should yield to those with things to do." It wasn't an unreasonable statement. After all, he had his orders and though his time frame wasn't particularly strict, it didn't mean he enjoyed taking too much time.

"You only enjoy taking 'time' when it comes in the form of you inconveniencing others. Perhaps if you were helpful, your comrades would be more inclined to be patient with you and your shenanigans."

[cryptidcrowned]

Will get to :

dottoray

bitbrumal

snowtombedstar

fallenphxtxgrapher

in a bit.

[cryptidcrowned]

erabundus

someone should give HIM a sticker

impossible, he is the sticker holder

[cryptidcrowned]

He's just an upstanding creature doing his job

[cryptidcrowned]

@ccaptain requested smth or w/e

How curious. To think that this child here went by the title of Captain within the borders of Mondstadt. Then again, he shouldn't be surprised. In his own ranks, there were many personalities among the top tier and most of them were indeed questionable. It would stand to reason that though the power may be lacking, the same may hold true elsewhere.

"..I hear you are a Captain. What are you the Captain of?"

[mmriesoftvat]

Ugh, him. Childe isn't fond of this guy. Or any of his fellow harbingers. But where they clash in personality, Childe likes to think they get along rather well when he's picking and poking at their buttons.

It's amusing to see how quickly he could get a rise out of Capitano.

With a sigh, Childe leans against the doorframe and looks down at his boots. "Hold on, hold on," Childe says. "I think I've got dirt on my shoes. I might need to clean them."

He lifts one foot, and immediately uses it to scrape up his boot even more. A temporary setback, but still amusing. "Damn, hold on. I'm-" Childe then crouches down to use his fingers to rub the dirt off.

[cryptidcrowned]

He was willing to wait a minimum amount of time, that was, if the other party was willing to take that time to move out of his way. Since that was not the case, Capitano simply stared down at him when he crouched, lifted a foot of his own and roughly shoved the boy out of the way with it before fully stepping through the doorway.

Capitano was patient with those who deserved his patience, no more, no less.

"It seemed as though you were in need of assistance finding your place on the ground. Do take your time getting up since your boots are quite filthy indeed."