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sometimes to kick my anxiety in the ass i have to just say fuck it fuck it, like for a starter

#out of electro | ooc #((i get v v anxious about my lack of activity sometimes))#((so then i just Don't Do Things))#((i am now trying to do things))

"I wouldn't suggest ingesting most unknown purple substances, lest you either numb yourself from inside out, or a fatal shock to the nervous system."

#left for dango milk | crack #((ei vc: that's electro goop do not touch it))

ama-tcra-su

@euthymicblade : ei vc: little brother no, no, NO, put that down

He's growling! He doesn't want to, and swivels around to bolt off!

euthymicblade

"Don't take that tone with- Chibiratsu, brother, get back here...!" Off Ei goes, the mighty Raiden Shogun chasing after a white wolf puppy with a knife in his jaws.

#left for dango milk | crack #((brother.....))#((chibi deserves the knife i think))#((that's the Real post game weapon))

There was an attempt to make at least some kind of offering to her great mother on her own... but just bringing ingredients to her plane was the better idea. Ei will just... let Sara know of the mess.

#left for dango milk | crack #((heehoo mothers day))

ei's favorite fruit is peaches! while she does like chocolate and just general sweet tastes, peach desserts are some of her favorites. inazuma peaches are her favorite, of course, as the real life japanese peaches are known to be less acidic and sweeter instead of tangy.

#i know inside it's all the same in death | musings #((shout out to amatcrasu for inspiring this because i love the idea of ammy being ei's mom))#((bless them they know nothing about genshin so they don't entirely understand the hilarity of ei's mom not only being a thing. and is ammy #i haven't talked with them much but their ammy is very cool go follow doggo mom))

"I have always seen it as rather insignificant how often humans will argue about height. I only wish they made entrances taller sometimes..."

#| dash com #left for dango milk | crack #((meanwhile she's fucking like. 6'4'' or something insane))

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erabundus

it's sobering, having his own thoughts thrown back in his face. that this conversation can provide him no closure, that any answers she may have been able to give have been forever LOST as a direct result of his own actions. it's nothing he didn't already know — nothing he hadn't told himself mere moments prior, before ( hypocritically ) giving into the need to ask why, why, why regardless. even now, he still feels that ache for CLARITY. the world may not owe him answers for what transgressions it has wrought against him, but that is hardly enough to stop the wanderer from yearning for them nonetheless.

❝ your ... grief. ❞ ren echoes, with an incredulous little huff. how strange. he had spent so much time scorning his feelings and looking to deification as a method to finally free himself from their painful shackles — yet here the very god responsible for his loathing stands before him and cites emotion as the reason behind his suffering. it's cyclical, in a way he can't help but find almost funny. between the two of them, the wanderer doesn't know who to label the bigger FOOL. ❝ ... how very human of you. ❞ ren murmurs instead, and deigns not to elaborate on the observation's significance.

in any case, the question that follows catches him so off guard that words escape him entirely.

did you cry? he finds himself feeling deeply grateful for the presence of his kasa — if only because whatever ( pained ) expression lights up delicate countenance. even so, ren's hands raise, pulling it down and clinging to it thereafter as though he fears the wind may choose to BETRAY him and blow it from his skull. a silence stretches after his creator's words. long enough to be telling in its own right — yet the wanderer is nothing if not saddled with a near-destructive urge to discard any illusions of FRAGILITY, especially in front of her. ❝ i ... when i sleep ... ❞ ren forces himself to say, no matter how hard fought every faltering syllable might be. it's such a shameful habit of his; a point of endless self-disgust. ( and ironically, the source is his mother's rejection. ) ❝ i don't know why it happens. every time i wake, it's to these tears ... and a lingering feeling of sadness. ❞ teeth grit; he shakes his head. ❝ if i dream of anything, i hardly remember ... but what i do is nothing that would ever explain this. i usually only lose consciousness if i've been beaten in a fight. ❞

there is a pause. a lull in the conversation — burdened by the weight of words he deliberates on sharing. ❝ your inability to remember me is MY OWN doing. ❞ ren confesses, words slow and voice gone just a bit tight. ❝ i sought to erase my own existence. i thought this world would be better if i had never been born at all ... but as it turns out, the PAST is not something so easily changed. ❞

euthymicblade

With each moment she was unable to see the very face that haunted her, Ei knows she'd surely be grateful, but the uncertainty of his reactions and her own memory fills her with some sort of gnawing dread of this conversation. That call to her humanity felt like no compliment, but the edge to it was so dull. A question began to nag at her, as all other questions so far had been answers. Why hadn't she seen this? Even if she didn't remember making him, her gaze will follow the edge of the world for the sake of eternity, whether she is aware of a presence's existence before they threaten the balance or not.

Ei feels the uncertainty that meets this question rise as the silence follows her revelation. Thankfully, it eases both archon and puppet when the explanation finally comes, confirming at least that scrap of a memory to be true. Her arms cross against her chest, one held towards her chin as she looks away from his lowered kasa to think more clearly on what he says. It's when he admits to being the reason behind that memory being so far away, that things finally click in to place. That memory was likely only due to her connection with what she knows could do such a thing to her.

For the briefest moment, her head lowers and breath halts completely. Then, their eyes close, and Ei lowers the Shogun with Ren's claim to have done it himself. That would not be what would happen when one who intends to bring harm to the order of their world realizes the power of Irminsul. Her breathing returns, as does her somber tone, "If this was the work of what lies in this nation, then... if I am part of what made you do that, I am deeply sorry. I'm afraid I can't offer any more closure beyond that, though." She knew it was nothing, if something was so deep inside him that he could barely stand looking at her. Violet eyes open, attention drawn to the lotus crafted onto his kasa. From the energy pouring from it, she could tell such an intricate thing wasn't an ordinary accessory. The beauty of it could certainly do its job in keeping the world from truly seeing what's underneath. Ei wonders if he does it to blend in more with humans, even after scorning that very thing within her. "Irminsul is incredibly powerful, as I'm sure you know doubt know from the catalyst it granted you, as well as the body you inhabit. To rid yourself of even my gaze is a feat that only that great tree can do."

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((alright now that it's not april 20th we continue with our brainrot))

#out of electro | ooc #((me: i will reply when i get home!))#((also me: gets a preroll for free))#((i'm doin great folks the festivities are in full swing))

euthymicblade

mmm like this for a starter maybeee

#out of electro | ooc #((bumps this back out here))

@custosavis

Even with their resistance to the elements, Geovishaps were no match for the omnipresent god. While they did present the need for her to tap into more power than usual, the beasts who's territory she had wandered into were felled with ease. Of course, it was an accident, considering she hadn't been in Liyue for over 500 years, she had no idea where the creatures rested now. Electro crackled in the air still, eyes aglow and darting to check for any other creatures that may attempt to defend their land.

Instead, she saw a person, watching on a cliff from afar. Ei turns to face him, grip staying tight on her polearm just in case, until she realizes who this is. Her expression changes from focus on battle to one of curiosity, and her weapon fades into gold dust. It's been a long time since she's seen him, but it doesn't seem he's changed much. At least, from the few times they have met with courteous respect between warriors. She bows her head as she greets him, "Yaksha Xiao, I am honored to see you." Ei raises her head again, a small smile on her face, "Did I disturb you? While these lands haven't changed, I'm afraid the creatures have, and my stroll ended up in their territory."

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((bitches who only see themselves as weapons trying to be a person))#((UNITE))#((funniest fucking image is zhongli introducing xiao to the archons like “this is my son please don't mind the growling”))

erabundus

that name again. it earns a WINCE — even if he has no way of determining the reason. a hand comes to rest gingerly against his temple, as if the wanderer is fighting off a headache. not an entirely inaccurate description; his head certainly hurts, though context leads him to believe the cause is nothing so MUNDANE. ❝ i ... always thought i was made with your image in mind. even if it was only my face. ❞ ren mutters, voice wavering in a manner that feels so distinctly unlike him. he had assumed this conversation would be overwhelming ( and it certainly was ) but not in the way that it's become. teeth grit — again, the urge to flee stirs within the confines of his chest, like some frightened prey animal fearing for its life. he pushes the impulse down and continues. ❝ i don't know who that person is, but i feel like ... that name is important somehow. ❞

it's like he's speaking of an old friend — but also like he's speaking of himself? another wave of white-hot agony echoes through his skull. ren shakes his head, then suddenly looks up. he can't see her face beneath the kasa, but perhaps that's a good thing.

❝ if she was everything you wanted ... if she was so important to you, then why ... ❞ again, his mind drifts back to his earliest memories. sitting before her, utterly devoid of comprehension. only able to blankly stare like a newborn child as she explained his inadequacy. it took him many years before he could even begin to understand their one-sided conversation — though by then, the damage had already been done. ❝ why did you throw me away? ❞ it's a pointless question to ask of someone who has no means to RECALL the answer, but the words pour from his lips nevertheless. he thinks if he doesn't get them out, he may actually permanently break in whatever way he is able. ❝ you were originally going to use me as a VESSEL for the gnosis ... only to decide i was too weak and fragile for the job. to fulfill my purpose. ❞ a tiny laugh, stripped of all humor. he feels dizzy. he feels disgusting. ❝ but instead of putting me out of my misery ... you left me somewhere you wouldn't have to think about me. like a worthless antique gathering dust on some long forgotten shelf. ❞

he was a child. he was a child. he was a child.

❝ so it seems i'm not even an adequate replacement for the dead. ❞ the thought rises in ren's feverish mind. a new flavor of self-loathing he had never experienced before. ❝ i was never supposed to be ... this. ❞ different, she calls him. an object cursed with a sense of self.

euthymicblade

It was true, Ei could not think of any answer to satisfy his questions. Perhaps she could theorize what she was thinking based off what he said she did, but there was no memory of her ever doing these things that clearly had hurt him nearly beyond repair. Part of her also wanted to flee, to not face something so unknown and strange. That part of her that only saw herself as a shadow, a weapon, something to remain unseen and unfeeling as much as possible. However, that is not the person she should be anymore. She didn't want to be that anymore, if only for the sake of her country and the betterment of people. So, she had to face this, even if she couldn't remember this man existing.

"...I'm sorry I cannot grant you true closure or answers. I don't know why I don't remember you. I can only speculate on what I may have been thinking. Though, I must warn you, my grief made very few of my thoughts and actions reasonable or logical from where we stand now." Ei had to live with that, knowing she had practically abandoned her people in every way that truly matters. She had abandoned the one person she saw as a friend, at least the only one that was left, all while thinking it was the best thing she could do. How foolish she was. Apparently she had abandoned Ren, as well. Even if she didn't remember, she didn't doubt it. What had her grief turned her into?

The goddess takes a deep breath, unneeded but able to help her steady her mind once again, to try and answer what little she could. "Not even this form could hold the gnosis, its power and ties to Celestia are too great for anything that isn't the owner of the gnosis to withstand. As for why I... threw you away... I..." Ei closed her eyes, trying to bring up anything she could in her memory. A dull pain began to stir in her head, but despite that sign, she kept on, trying to find anything that could tell her why she did something like that, or to just remember that action at all.

Suddenly, the pain cleared with a single image in her head. Makoto's face, perhaps his face, dull and unresponsive... other than tears streaming down violet eyes. Her eyes opened as the vivid image was gone within a moment, but it was enough to give her some kind of idea, perhaps. "Did you... cry? If you did... perhaps I couldn't stand to see my sister's face in pain. That could also explain... why I could not destroy you. I was... quite selfish in those times."

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((shoutout to everyone reading this and suffering with us))#((so glad i could bring the dash pain))

mmm like this for a starter maybeee

#out of electro | ooc

erabundus

her words are peaceful, her reasoning sound. yet inexplicably, it only serves as kindling for the wanderer's PAIN. centuries passed without so much as a scrap of acknowledgement on his creator's behalf. from his perspective, she had always been a beacon of indifference — a selfish, fickle god concerned with only STRENGTH. unwilling to take responsibility for the son she had brought into the world, yet too cowardly to put him out of his misery. she had thrown him away. she had allowed him to rot for decades in utter solitude, a child entirely ignorant to the world beyond his prison. his first memories are of her explaining his inadequacy. at the time, she hadn't even thought to give him a name — now she has the AUDACITY to stand here and ask for one now?

he wants to be ANGRY. anger is one of the few emotions he finds unambiguously useful. it's delightfully numbing — and there is nothing ren wants more right now than to feel as little as possible. yet for all that he tries to drown himself in his indignation, the wanderer knows the effort to be as pointless as they come. he can't — he can't even feel rage at the irony, because she has no way of knowing who he is. it only figures the one time she would take an INTEREST in him is after having forgotten his entire existence.

lesser lord kusanali often speaks of closure — but what closure is to be found here? if anything, this is just another form of torture.

❝ ... ❞ a hand drags down his features — then, raises to rest on his kasa. he struggles internally, torn between the urge to hide and the desire to ( quite literally ) face his past. no, he decides. no more hiding. no more running away. this isn't supposed to be PLEASANT. ❝ it's ren. i go by ren. ❞ the name feels heavy on his tongue. there is significance in the declaration that only he can understand. assertation of individuality. it gives him the SECURITY to finally meet her eyes, his own gaze the storm clouds to her pure lightning. ❝ that puppet you're walking around in was built using me as a blueprint ... though i'm sure you remember things differently. ❞ even the gods were subject to irminsul's modifications. ❝ back then, i wasn't what you wanted — and you chose to DISCARD me. ❞ he tries to keep the bitterness from seeping into his voice, but it's impossible. the pain is too great; aged like wine over the years of suffering.

❝ i'm your, ❞ son, ❝ ... creation. it's up to you whether you choose to believe me; i can't offer you any other answer. ❞

euthymicblade

For a while, the only sound she makes is a sharp inhale of breath she needs no more than him. The hand at her side balls into a fist, a reaction that wasn't quite her own, so she bussies it with balling up her clothes in it. A sign for the Shogun to keep on standing down, even as the secret of their identity is laid bare by his words. He knows it so intimately, claiming to be one of the very puppets she had created, and had discarded. Of course, she has no memory of this, painful memories tell of each failure to create her sister again and again, leading her further into her own isolation. His existence shows some kind of success, but his name and person show otherwise.

The silence is deafening, stretching on for too long for any kind of comfort. Ei doesn't know what to say. There are more questions, but clearly this man, Ren, was in deep pain from her presence. The bitterness in his voice speaks of betrayal, she can clearly see how actions she doesn't even remember could do so. Should she comfort her forgotten creation? Would that make things even worse? Ei believes so, soft words were not always what was best. However, he clearly did not know the reasoning or details behind his creation. The goddess no longer does either, but from the attempts before him, she can at least gather some details and attempt to grant some closure. Perhaps that would be best for him, even if she didn't know what closure it would be for.

"Makoto was everything I wanted then, and if what you say is true, then you must be how I realized that want would never be fulfilled. It was then I changed the desire that fueled the creation of all attempts, it changed to just making the Raiden Shogun, the leader and omnipresent god of Inazuma. That is what was truly successful, instead of attempting to fill the hole forever left in my heart." It was hard to start, yet she must, at least to get more answers as to what he was and why neither goddess nor puppet could remember him, "Of course... It seems this choice of mine caused you a great deal of pain, one I do not wish to further with no memory of you or who you have become. You are... so different than anything I could imagine I could create." It was no insult, or compliment, just a simple and quite awe at the person that stood before Ei. A person, fully and completely, just one radically different from who he was made to replace. She takes another step closer, bringing the gap between them to be even shorter. Under the kasa, she could no longer see his face, but perhaps that was a good thing.

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((the vibes on this thread are fucking insane))#((also shogun's reaction to most things is 'KILL' dw about it))

listen i'm still chugging the fuck through sumeru but i still very much desire nahdia and ei tea parties please this must happen

#out of electro | ooc

erabundus

it's an ordinary day; absolutely nothing remarkable about it. nothing detestable about that, either — for sometimes there is value in allowing the world to slow while he tends to more menial tasks. it's only a matter of time before the wanderer's path strays from sumeru once again; he may as well prepare himself for the JOURNEY while he has the opportunity. of course, a puppet has no need for what a mortal would otherwise consider essential — no food or water, no tent or soft place to rest his head. instead, ren's so-called essentials are of a more frivolous sort. books to read, little things to keep his hands occupied during the long ( sleepless ) nights ... and tea. arguably the most important supply of all.

he doesn't have much mora to his name these days, yet what the wanderer lacks in budget he tries to compensate for with an appealing face and sharp wit. this particular merchant has accidentally accumulated a surplus of a certain blend — too bitter, too medicinal to appeal to all but the most PECULIAR palates. a criteria ren just so happens to fit. it only takes a few carefully chosen words to acquire his share at a generous discount. ( who else is going to buy it? ) the wanderer is feeling awfully PROUD of himself as they make their exchange — coin pressed into one set of hands, a bag of tea leaves into the other. it should be enough to last him quite some time. this is rare; the world doesn't oft see fit to shine such random acts of good FORTUNE upon him. ren bids the human farewell, allowing the affable mask to drop as he turns around. shoulders slump. ( these pleasant conversations are so tedious. ) he exhales a little sigh, then looks up.

it's then that he understands — this is all the setup to some sick joke. the punchline comes in the form of those eyes that may as well strike him down with actual fists for all that they pain him.

❝ ... ❞ he feels sick. he feels dizzy. ren isn't even sure if he was made to EXPERIENCE those sensations, yet they wash over him nonetheless. his whole body feels like one open wound, torn open ( flesh and blood and raw nerve endings ) just as it was beginning to HEAL. the wanderer's mind goes completely blank; he isn't sure if he wants to scream or flee. he isn't sure if he remembers what those words actually mean. the mark ( the signature ) on the back of his neck burns like it's been set ablaze. ❝ what are you ... doing here — ? ❞ why her? why now? he isn't ready. the thought echoes in the back of his mind, growing louder and louder with every successive repetition. he isn't ready. he isn't ready. he isn't ready. and perhaps he's weak for that — perhaps he's a coward, but in that moment ren thinks his PRIDE may as well be reduced to dust by the pressure of her stare alone. how funny. isn't that what he always wanted? for her to finally look at him?

pain cuts through his skull like a hot knife. wincing, the wanderer covers his face with a hand. he feels like he should be REMEMBERING something — but he can't. that name has no meaning to him. ( no matter how much it feels like it should. ) ❝ i don't know what you're talking about. ❞ he doesn't. he doesn't. ❝ i ... i should go. ❞

euthymicblade

Ei feels the Shogun in the back of her mind, as uneased by this stranger as their creator and ready to strike at a moment's notice. However, whoever or whatever this man was, her sister's name seems to lodge itself like an arrow into him. He recognized the Archon as well, but not Makoto. Something strange was happening, something even the eternal goddess could not predict. There was no thunder to warn of this lightning strike of a fateful encounter. What was she supposed to do?

"No, please wait..." Her voice is almost pleading, even if calm. Ei doesn't wish to bring him any more distress if he doesn't know what is happening, so long as he is not malevolent in his intentions with that face. She takes a small step closer, a hand raising to rest on her chest as she tried to explain as gently as possible for the situation, "I am not here to cause any harm. In truth, I am... just as shocked as well. I do not know you, and yet... you have my sister's face." Matching eyes were unyielding, staring even as he tried to duck away. With another step closer, the goddess felt an unnerving sense of familiarity with every detail and difference between the stranger and Makoto. She could sense the powerful Electro resting within him, yet he bore an Anemo vision on his chest. That energy was alarmingly familiar, but it was just as confusing and impossible.

Despite her calm and peaceful exterior, Ei felt her creation getting more and more unnerved by the second. Her promise of peace would be hard to keep if they kept on reminding her that this man clearly wasn't human, was too similar and odd to not be considered some kind of threat. Even now, the Shogun could only operate on the basis of destroying all threats to eternity, even if the parameter's for that have changed drastically. While he didn't present himself as one, the nagging feeling of something being wrong was enough to keep them right behind Ei's consciousness, ready to take over at a moment's notice.

Thankfully, she's able to keep her mind in place, as she extends her question once more, "What... are you? What is your name? Do you... have one?"

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((check off break down on your monthly quests on the battle pass-))

@erabundus

Ei doesn't know how confidently she can stride in Liyue compared to Sumeru. The recent passing of the Geo Archon gives her slight unrest, though only in what will happen to the nation in light of their decision to press onward with the country without their old god guiding them. Of course, she doubted his actual death, but would not meddle into the affairs of another nation. She turned her attention to the forests and desert, and the city that lay at the heart of it. This was to be less official matters, though still to understand what had changed in these centuries, and tell of what has happened much more recently in her own country.

However, she doesn't make it there before she runs into a simple interactions between two travelers. One wears a strikingly beautiful kasa, and seems to be dealing in some sort of trade. She sees tea leaves being exchanged, and she patiently waits a distance away as to not interrupt a deal. After all, she was a bit transfixed by the craftsmanship of such an accessory. When it's over, the man turns, now facing Ei, and showing his face completely.

It sent a chill down the puppet's body.

That face is unmistakable. It was nearly identical to her own, something she feels deep in the soul that rests within her blade. She knew her own face well, having crafted such a perfect copy with the Shogun, but there were just the slightest differences in their faces that Ei knew exactly who's face this man wore. He wore Makoto's. But that was impossible, all attempts at making her sister had failed, and only when she had simply made the Raiden Shogun did her attempts work. Yet in his perfect face, there stood her twin, the differences only seen by the one who had been around her since birth.

The sheer absurdity of it is enough to give her and the body she occupies pause, long enough for nearly identical eyes to meet. She can feel the very air chill the moment they lock, or perhaps what caused the hair on the back of her neck to raise was the Electro energy behind both pairs of eyes. Ei finds her voice, carrying over the now still air, "You... You have Makoto's face. What are you...?"

#on sunny days i go out walking; i miss you more than anything | 2.2 #((me avoiding talking about sumeru's current status like fucking bullets))

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