kind of a bad guy

isola affiliated Childe from Genshin Impact

[doublemasked]

"Yeah, your little brother helped me out with a few missions. He's a good kid." He sips his tea, sitting across from one of the Knave's children. He can't help but be a bit relieved that some of the House of the Hearth kids have been out and about here. Although he's not sure if he's seen this one's twin - Lynette.

"You've been here a bit now, right?"

"How are you finding it? I've been here for a while now, one disappearance, but," he'd rather not talk about that, "Dunno if it was part of the whole, whale situation, but whatever."

@ishegayorfontanian

[khaenriahn]

AND THERE AJAX GOES AGAIN, talking his ear off with a fervor that only a few could manage to match. not that he minds, accustomed to listening to things far more tedious in the wake of his job, with this more of a reprieve from something so tiresome. not to mention the more one talks, the more they reveal -- nothing that matters ultimately here, given their situation, but it was always within kaeya's mind to scan the contents of someone's word for something useful, whether it be to their blessing or detriment. still, he can't help but rest his chin upon the back of his hand, quirking a brow as an eye falls on his partner.

❝ Oh? You've thought quite a bit about this, haven't you? ❞ nor was kaeya truly opposed to fishing, recalling the time he had spent alongside the traveler and paimon on a little boat. how often has he been on boats for work? far too much, a far cry from a cruise for something more leisurely. ❝ It's not like I'm against it or anything. I've also heard some things about the Intraspace fulfilling a similar goal, but you're far more into the physical aspect of breaking away, ❞ he states, not so much of a question than it is an assessment.

besides, he felt he would rather see the world at hand than something in a simulation.

[doublemasked]

"Mm, I considered the Intraspace, looked at those packages, but there's way too much to do on this island to worry about that kind of thing. We can go to so many different beaches just here, we can go experience the snows and and then take a bus to a volcano." But this was... Simple enough. Not sightseeing, and not anything else.

And...

He presses his lips into a line. "Honestly?"

"Before it only felt like we had to worry about your coworkers, and it seems like times are changing." And his coworkers are far less kind, far more likely to cannibalize their own, and far less likely to ask questions.

"Sooo I was thinking, maybe let's get the hell out of here for a few days, and theeen we can worry about the number of Fatui Harbingers former-and-current coming here."

[mr-lightningbolt]

"So... this new fight club is fake as hell, right? It looks like reality TV."

"I wouldn't recommend it, I'm just saying that if you want to see a fight, there's places in Fibonacci Ward where you can can get an authentic look."

[doublemasked]

"Just 'cause you can't die, doesn't make it fake. Buuut, if you're looking for something a bit more visceral, the owner has a club, too."

"I work security there, but I get to get into some brawls, myself. It's called Skullrender." He chirps, and then adds, "Ooor we can fight here and now. Whatever puts a smile on your face."

[doublemasked]

"Whatcha up to?" He sits down by the kid, the Mistwood quiet this time of day. Seems like they're playing with something - maybe some snails. More than being interested in what they're doing, he's a bit more worried about them being in the woods this late into the evening.

"It's kiiinda creepy out here, huh?" He tilts his head back to look at the kid, a silly, spooky grin on his face. "Almost like the trees are coming to life, huh?"

"I'm guessing you live on the island. Ooor maybe you're a ghostie, too? Either way, I think we should be getting back. It's almost my bedtime, even!"

@charadrxxmxrr

[doublemasked]

"You're entering too? I can see it in your eyes, warden." Too excited to mull on whatever their shared past implied about now - and not too worried about the warden trying to punish him for a jailbreak when he had decidedly spent that time defending the warden's country (a bit of a side quest, he just wanted to fight), he's clearly pumped, jittery, even.

"My boyfriend says I can't get myself killed, but I think this place doesn't allow that anyway." The one thing that's missing, though is...

"Hm, have you thought of a battle persona? I don't really have one when I fight at the club, but here it might be more fun."

@cerberice

[doublemasked]

;; ive got a few drafts but im catching up on story so heeeere's an rp ad uncapped kiskis

[tartaeya]

sock puppet fantasy (he is not normal)

[hyposelenias]

WITH EVERY TURN SHE MAKES, it almost feels like she's not quite left teyvat, let alone the fatui itself. the more she learns of this place, the more familiar faces pop up, such as the man who now lays upon the ground not too far from her. tartaglia, the newest harbinger to their rankings, though not one to be taken lightly despite such. after all, he was doused in a power that even the doctor did not wish to dabble in, lest it invites serious consequences.

still, she can only think of the times he had shown up to some of the tea parties that sandrone had hosted, following along capitano himself. and even though he had a knack for seeming trouble, well... she had yet to see it fully herself. so, she halts where he lays, leaning over to peek down at him with a curious expression.

❝ Did you fall down on the ice? ❞ or perhaps he was sprawled out after a rampaging duel, especially with those cuts on his face. from the little she has heard of him, she can come to see that outcome just a smidgen more. ❝ Or perhaps... you got your head beat in unceremoniously? ❞

@doublemasked

[doublemasked]

"I'm cooling my wounds off." He responds cheerily, although he can't quite suppress the chill that runs down his spine, independent of the snow, at seeing the Damselette in person. There was something not quite right about her, even in this place full of people who weren't quite right.

"I work at a fight club," he adds, for context, sitting up on his elbows in the snow.

"Nooot...entirely sure it'd be your scene, though." Or maybe it would - he found it almost impossible to get a read on her. Maybe she actually had more in common with him than he thought! Maybe...

Well, maybe she absolutely loathed him. He's really not entirely sure.

[amemecanique]

@doublemasked

⚙ "You've been here how long? They really didn't bring in the best and brightest first, did they? Or maybe they were saving the best for last?" It had already been about ten minutes since she'd first begun to speak to Tartaglia. Sandrone's opinion of him was so-so. She didn't know him well. He was like a chick that Capitano had dragged along to her tea parties without permission.

But far be it from her to tell him "no". She had to admit, he did bring a certain energy the couple of times he had attended. At least he never thought to challenge her to a battle.

"Obviously time doesn't work the same way here. I've met Columbina here even though she should still be gone, and now you're claiming to have been here forever when last I heard, you'd only brought news of the Tsaritsa's orders to Nod-Krai just days ago."

[doublemasked]

"I mean, if we're being honest, basically it seems like the Tsaritsa sent me ahead to scout everything out, like usual, because I'm one of her best-" read, most willing, "Warriors." He had wondered, briefly, if his perspective on the other Harbingers had been wrong, once he had learned that Arlecchino wasn't anywhere near the monster he had been told she was.

But, uh,

Maybe he had been right about Marionnette?

"I missed a liiittle bit of time, but there's pretty much been anything you could think of here. I sorta haven't written any kind of report, though." And, additionally, why were there more Harbingers here than ever?

[doublemasked]

"-So then I was thinking that it's getting warmer. and sometimes they send boats out. I have plenty of money saved up, and we can rent a boat and take it out sailing, I can fish for us, and then cook us some grilled fish for dinner-" he's going a mile a minute, everything planned right down to the cost.

"Sleep out on the boat under the stars. What do ya think?"

"It's not like we can really 'get away', but I was thinking this is the closest thing to it."

@khaenriahn

[madeupxmemory]

This is the second time she has been startled while drawing, Namine notes as she jolts at the sudden voice. She stares as the other, very agile, person drops from the branch and makes... droplets? Oh, he must know some magic.

The blonde Nobody still finds herself shyly blushing at the compliment. "Ah, well, thank you. You're really kind for saying that." She fidgets with her pencil a little.

"Do you mind if I draw you?"

[doublemasked]

"I don't mind at all. Do you need me to do some sort of pose? My sister used to ask me to pretend to be a hero or a prince." He strikes his most heroic pose, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Nnnooot that I'm a prince or anything. Or a hero! The opposite, mostly, actually. But I can be a decent actor sometimes - well, not really that either. You should go ahead and just tell me what you wanna draw!" He is sure to keep his expression animated and his voice light, wanting to encourage the girl in her endeavors.

[doublemasked]

An involuntary chirp comes from him as he sees her. Of course, he knew her, her reputation more than preceded her in terms of her martial skill. But mostly he remembers her from...

That time he was illegally in a portal in Inazuma?

"If you're here to arrest me,"

"I'm preeetty sure you don't have jurisdiction here, just saying!"

@kujoutengu

[doublemasked]

"Cool drawing." He drops his head down from the branch he was on. It was upside down, but it was still pretty neat. He drops to the ground, glistening droplets splashing from a seemingly invisible puddle where his feet hit the grass.

"You seem like a great artist! Your drawings are very expressive."

@madeupxmemory

[doublemasked]

"Nope, again." He parries the blow, sending the wooden sword out of Oliver's hand. He's using his own sword, one hand behind his back. Stepping forward, he swipes at Oliver's feet while he's trying to regain his sword.

"It's difficult, I know!"

"You're lucky - my master is way more tough about you dropping a weapon, you know!"

@ostentumm

[doublemasked]

;; also gonna do a fresh lil rp ad here. capped at 3 with castmates exempt!

[depthsofdreaming]

“Y-yes, sir… I… I was hurt. But the Primordial water only overwhelmed me because I’m-I'm weak. That isn’t any fault of yours…”

Freminet blinks. His face is as impassive as always, but he’s confused. Many Fatui wear masks, including Freminet and Lyney; however, in this instance, Childe seems genuine. The problem is, Freminet doesn’t understand why he would care. La Signora used to bring them presents because she was lonely. He wonders if Childe is lonely as well.

“…Th-thank you for not letting my disappointing performance affect your opinion of the rest of my family. You’re welcome at the House anytime… Father permitting, o-of course…” Freminet says. While earnestly polite, he’s done harboring outsiders without Father’s permission for the time being. “Maybe… next time under better circumstances.”

Freminet straightens to attention at the question, placing his beret back on his head. He gives a crisp report with more confidence than his normal manner of speaking. The House of the Hearth was, after all, an intelligence network, and all the children were its agents.

“Not long, sir. The flora and fauna of this place are much different than that of Teyvat, although the ecosystems share many similarities. Lunar eclipses are extremely frequent phenomena, but they do not seem to affect the tides. There appear to be far fewer vision holders, yet more people with abilities beyond those of regular humans. I have been assigned accommodations. They are mostly fine, except that the security is lacking compared to that of the House. And… Um…”

Freminet hesitates, taking Pers out of the special pocket he travels with Freminet in, and hugging him tightly for comfort.

“…You’re the first familiar face I’ve seen. Except for Pers, of course.”

[doublemasked]

"Huh? Disappointing? I wouldn't say that at all. You and your siblings are more than competent in their chosen fields - and from what I hear, you're kind of an awesome field agent." He wonders why the boy is so nervous, and then he slips into his field report, and there's the field agent that he was thinking of.

He wishes that Freminet could just be a normal, shy kid, but that doesn't seem to be in the cards for him or his magician siblings.

"Security isn't as necessary here, at least most of the time. And when it is, you'll be able to protect yourself, and Pers, and your roommates." Though he's certain Freminet wasn't entirely happy about the roommates being strangers...

"And, hey, if you really get scared, you can always come stay with me. I can basically return the favor from when your family let me hang out with you." He's certain Kaeya won't mind, although there may end up being questions he's not inclined to answer right away.

...Although, given Freminet's combination of loyalty and ability to report accurately, that may get him into even more trouble...

[ostentumm]

Oliver trusts that childe would be able to find his weak spots with not too much effort. His Armour was meant to be impenetrable, but not impossible to weaken!

It proves when childe hits that spot and it slashes through, breaking into thick exoskeleton and into flesh.

It hurts and Oliver does cry out in pain, but he chuckles weakly. "I think it being predictable is much better!" His body is already trying to heal and it takes a lot of effort for Oliver to prevent his body from doing so.

Oliver uses his new resolve to fight back! This is his body and he'd be damned if he caused any more damage to people.

"Now!" He warns when those deadly legs of his lifts to launch a double kick.

If childe can get one leg...!

[doublemasked]

It's easy when you consider where you can do the most damage.

Well, okay, not easy, but simple. Logical. A leg sweep would be if he wasn't planning to completely immobilize. If he was still playing around.

But Oliver wants to fight back, using damage to his body to give the advantage. And who was Childe to say no to a request for trust?

"Warriors need to trust each other if they work side by side. Maybe not as people, but as fighters." He hopes he can impart some sort of wisdom to the boy.

His weapon morphs again, a spear, slicing out at one of Oliver's legs, the one closer to the ground, in an attempt to send the injured leg into a twist, throwing off the trajectory.