till the wave ends.

[feranmut]

ARKNIGHTS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀一 dusk !

one of the twelve sui siblings that the evil dragon sui was shattered into, being the second youngest out of them all

is a feranmut, basically a god of some kind, though a fragmented personality of sui itself

went through a whole learning process of who she is as a person, having finally answered the question the suis tend to ask of "who am i?"

a famous painter back in her home country, the domain of her powers are within painting and art!

can create cute little creatures known as freelings that can range from small little biteys to large scaled dragons that all have their own unique personalities

likes her alone time like, literally "hermit on a cold, snowy mountain until forcibly removed by her sister" alone time

eats her own painted food to sustain herself, feeling like real food has something "missing" when she eats it otherwise

can make living paintings! you can literally step into one of them or get sucked into them and become part of it if you aren't careful

while she can be harsh and cold at times, she's overall a good person who tends to go with the flow of her whims

「 APPLICATION 」「 STATISTICS 」「 PLOTTER 」

[feranmut]

dusk's painted realm plotter call 一

i've been ruminating a little regarding dusk and her powers and wanted to throw out an ad of sorts! when it comes to dusk, a big part of her character involves the fact that she can make living paintings and realms that people can be sucked into accidentally or be pulled into on her whims! within them, she has full control of things and it's as if it were walking through a whole new area you wouldn't find anywhere else on the island. i thought it would be fun to play around with that a little and it's rare i get to do so! this would be considered an interest/plotter ad for if you'd like your muse to explore one of her paintings with her and interact with the setting. each painting will be different per each person who likes this/shows interest! this would also be taking place on the sky-strewn isles in various places where your character would either accidentally fall into one of her paintings or curiously pick one up and get sucked in, as dusk is prone to hiding her scrolls to enter her paintings in certain spaces uncapped for now! and i'll send out some ims/messages as i have time so we can begin plotting out the general gist! and while we'd be plotting, these likely won't be posted until after the event proper so it'll give us time to figure things out and not overlap with current event threads. thank you for any interest shown!!

[feranmut]

dusk's painted realm plotter call 一

i've been ruminating a little regarding dusk and her powers and wanted to throw out an ad of sorts! when it comes to dusk, a big part of her character involves the fact that she can make living paintings and realms that people can be sucked into accidentally or be pulled into on her whims! within them, she has full control of things and it's as if it were walking through a whole new area you wouldn't find anywhere else on the island. i thought it would be fun to play around with that a little and it's rare i get to do so! this would be considered an interest/plotter ad for if you'd like your muse to explore one of her paintings with her and interact with the setting. each painting will be different per each person who likes this/shows interest! this would also be taking place on the sky-strewn isles in various places where your character would either accidentally fall into one of her paintings or curiously pick one up and get sucked in, as dusk is prone to hiding her scrolls to enter her paintings in certain spaces uncapped for now! and i'll send out some ims/messages as i have time so we can begin plotting out the general gist! and while we'd be plotting, these likely won't be posted until after the event proper so it'll give us time to figure things out and not overlap with current event threads. thank you for any interest shown!!

[feranmut]

let me assign you one of the 7 virtues

TEMPERANCE

you know how to keep yourself within reason. you’re good at it; no flights of fancy, no moments of wonder. you don’t bare your soul for anything. you’re sure that keeping yourself closed off from the possibility of harm will save you, but there’s an old adage somewhere about the difference between living and being alive…

[robustdragonheart]

"They were...rather eccentric. Considering there were plenty that came from different eras or even places across the world you could probably see how putting them all in one place was a bad idea."

Some more then others. But all sworking towards similar goals. Ones that Mélusine never felt a problem with watching from afar, given they didn't drag her into whatever debate or new scheme that was being hatched.

"Still despite the insanity you could still feel the dedication with how they spoke. Words of critique, a ever common occurrence, always were directed to helping improve. Albeit sometimes in rather strange ways I couldn't even fathom how it'd be successful."

But maybe that was the magic of it all. Build each other into the best they could be rather then watch them stumble over their own failures...

"I think you would've liked one of them. Now that I think about it their art reminds me of what you usually draw." Her eyes almost immediately darting towards where the film was being displayed. "Not sure about watching this however. Don't know her taste in that..."

[feranmut]

ECCENTRICITY IS NOTHING NEW TO THE FERANMUT PROXY. life within rhodes island brims with just that, myriads of faces which one can only imagine living aboard a confined space, all a conglomerate of the most unique personalities made to clash within its steely halls. differing paths were guaranteed, all coming from distant lands to congregate for that single, grandeur cause toward the world at large. so, it was a similar experience wherever one goes, something dusk can, in some little ways, appreciate despite the headaches she can only imagine come to be in those scenarios. ❝ I guess I can understand it. It is similar to that Rhodes Island, ❞ she compares aloud, resting her chin upon the palm of her hand.

surely there was a charm in it somewhere for those who were more sociable, nothing reminiscent to what dusk, herself, is. and yet that was merely how the world works in instances as those, turning ever on regardless of whom it was.

fiery gaze turns to look at melusine when she mentions a possible inclination to one, only the slightest bit curious. were such the case, that means she must be in line with dusk's own, particular tastes, if not aesthetics alone. ❝ Then if she is to arrive, you can send her to me. If you think it so, then perhaps it might be something interesting... ❞ she would like to hope so, at least, especially with her interest within this island beginning to dwindle ever so slowly.

❝ And if it is not, I will simply send her away. Simple as that. ❞ spoken so casually, as if the intricacies of human contact did not apply to her, nor the fact she might end up offending the poor woman. though dusk could be cordial, that hardly means she would be, depending on how any conversation goes with her. ❝ Then there are things as this in your world? Mm. It is interesting. Very interesting. To think a film in one world can wield an original concept, yet it can be a mimicry of it in the other. Then, for two people of differing homes, does that such original at all? Or merely a copy? ❞

[puppetsheart]

人形 - Wanderer raised a brow at the woman's flippant attitude. She was clearly no extrovert, but he wasn't exactly one himself either. "I used to dabble in dollmaking. Not so much anymore, though I probably could if I wanted to." Those likely weren't the credentials she was looking for, and she quickly insisted that he was out of line either way. The look she gave him did get under his skin a little bit and so his left eye twitched.

"What of those, then?" Wanderer let the woman ramble on, but he couldn't help but scoff at her final question whether it was as rhetorical as the previous ones or not. "I know full well what the creations that are deemed garbage from the moment they're brought into the world feel, thanks."

It was his fault for setting the conversation down this path, even though he had expected it to just be a one and done. Was she that perceptive, or had it just been a coincidence? "If a creator doesn't value their own creation, then it goes without saying that the creation will assume that no one will ever see its value." He managed to reel his emotions back. She wasn't antagonizing him, she couldn't have known.

He rubbed at the back of his head to push away the rest of his frustration. "...A painting is different than a doll however, I suppose."

[feranmut]

A DOLLMAKER IS SOMETHING NEW TO HER, though not completely unheard of when it came to the world of artistry. it was an artistic view that so few dabble in when it came to the myriad of choice, drawing the slightest bit of curiosity forth. and yet that is hardly what fully captures her attention amidst this all. words which he aims her way brim with a previously unseen passion, not to be taken lightly in her eyes. her gaze lifts once more to linger upon him, this time to meet his gaze in a more direct fashion. ❝ A painting is not so different from that of a doll as one might think, ❞ she speaks, her tone carrying that same, stoic tune, yet not so brash as her rambles prior.

not when it comes from her own flow of ink, nor those who can grasp an understanding of art in its purest form, though it is not as if he knows of her own, unique capabilities. so, as if to demonstrate, she lifts brush dabbed in ink, a swift swing of her hand that a palm-sized, yanese styled doll is brought into the world, plopping gently down into her awaiting hand, holding it out for him to take and inspect if he were so inclined.

❝ ... who is right. Who is wrong. When one thinks it as so, one can argue 'til the daylight fades to naught but darkness. ❞ it is briefly reminiscent of those freelings she had once overheard in passing, ones whom pondered their own existence and which emotion had borne them from the very artist, herself, who had breathed life into their very being on a mere whim. ❝ But what is at hand is the feeling of the creation, come end. Assumption or not. No? ❞ that is how she sees it, at least, one to acknowledge the faults of so many without fully perceiving her own come times. ❝ A creation should not be chained to the repute of its creator if it does not wish it so. Simply because it is birthed of their hand, that does not mean it is beholden to their every whim. ❞ again, those of her spirits come to mind, brought forth through intense emotion during a session. oft she would allow them to do as they please, to roam the painting of their origin or to find another, more suited home, so long as they did not cause issue for the people.

she pauses for but a moment, a thought coming to mind as if to compare her meaning.

❝ ... tell me. In this meeting, from what little we have spoken, would you deem me 'evil'? ❞ pointedly strange, the question one that seems to have no reasoning beyond whatever she has in mind upon any answer he wishes to give.

[hetuvidya]

while Dusk browses at her own leisure, he spares few glances between some odd little trinkets he's been eyeing up in thought. "what exactly are you looking for anyway? you didn't explain before dragging me here." he may not be all that interested in fancier or artistic items like his roommate, but still, he's not opposed to shopping around now and then if asked.

when she doesn't answer though, he stops to see what has her so quiet all of a sudden. "did you find something?" it's hard to tell what caught her attention with all these items in the painter's line of sight, the largest being a table of some kind with cloth draped around the sides. surely that can't be it? nothing else in particular stands out as anything she might like, so perhaps... "is this what you're staring at?"

@feranmut

[feranmut]

WATER-COLORED TRESSES FLOAT TO A HALT AT HER SUDDEN PAUSE, the way her gaze lingers on a particular object one that lasts, perhaps, a little too long for any normal amount. there is something about it that draws her forth, whether it be the way the cloth drapes over its elongated ledges, painted linen with gilded lines of decor, or how it is carved beautifully from a wood she has not quite seen herself, at least not back within her own world. now were it to work for the purpose she has in mind for it, that of a display for works she has become exceedingly fond of, whether it be places she would visit oft with the man not too far from her or works of her own liking. she can only ponder it as verdant fingers trail along the strewn out fabrics, silence engulfing her in that moment, enough so that she does not even respond to alhaitham's query.

not that she would be adverse to ignoring it any other time, but at least, for now, she had a proper excuse as to why she has failed to reply. until he steps closer, too, in order to gauge whatever it is has garnered her attention, hand startling away from the table itself in turn.

❝ Oh. It's nothing. ❞ arms are swift to fold across her chest, gaze flicking away from the table nigh immediately upon his inquiry. ❝ There are many things here to be drawn to. But I am merely looking... ❞ for something, she fails to outright finish, figuring it may be of no interest to the scholar given his indifference to much of the artistic world beyond some, very few, or her own paintings. ❝ To find inspiration 一 a muse 一 in this city. It is difficult enough. ❞ a pause thereafter. ❝ I suppose there is you. ❞ spoken as blunt as ever, though certainly known that she genuinely means these words. ❝ How long have we been here? And still, the interest I once held begins to fade... how long until it returns, if at all? ❞

[mui-ka]

Arknights: Here A People Sows

[ololygas]

[descensionstar]

the admission placed a spotlight on a typical disproportion — in that others would open themselves for the pair to connect and understand, while Lumine in particular took a back seat, her own preferences and desires kept largely private.

Paimon's hands clapped together with the memory of that meal fresh in mind. ✦that's still incredible how you can create food with paint instead of cooking, and it's not even dangerous to eat! the power to create anything like that must save you a lot of headaches. and plenty of people would take advantage of that power to make a lot of money.✦ coming from someone who valued Mora and what she could acquire as a result of it, but her greed had limits.

though she allowed the two to lead the conversation, it could easily be mirrored — Dusk herself had spoken little of her own wants, even if it might be as simple as she could acquire anything to her heart's content with that artistic ability. "I guess... it's not something I think of that much," she admitted. so long as their primal needs were managed, she was content — as a traveler of the stars, she'd no roots to get attached to much. Teyvat and here were the exceptions, giving her chance for such experience and to really think.

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[feranmut]

PRAISE ISN'T ANYTHING SHE IS UNUSED TO BY THIS POINT, not when it comes to the very things that have life breathed into existence from brush and ink within her grasp. in the end, the fragment knows the worth of her works put forth, talent flowing from her very being since the moment she awoke to the answer of that single, important question: who am i? so, when paimon claps her hands together whilst speaking, she simply accepts it rather than refutes anything said. ❝ Right. There are those who would. Like that old bastard who once interfered with my paintings, ❞ she states, irritation slithering into her tone nigh instantly, leaving one to wonder just who might be so bold as to do something as that to someone as she.

and were anyone to inquire, surely they would be surprised to hear her speaking so abrasively of her second eldest brother who had the audacity to meddle with her works. or, perhaps if they knew her well enough, it would be nothing to bat an eye at.

returning her attention to lumine, she can only wonder why she might not have thought of such things much in her journeys, if at all. surely there must be something, the proxy hardly believing she was bereft of any want, materialistic or otherwise. ❝ There must be something. Anything. No? You say there isn't? Then think more on it! Once you do, it will come to you soon enough. And then if someone asks, you tell them like so一 ❞ she starts, taking in a breath before her, frankly put, poor example tumbles freely.

❝ Hello, I am Dusk, the great painter who is trapped on this island. ❞ right. as if that sentence alone was able to derive anything more than her profession...

[robustdragonheart]

It amazed Mélusine just how quickly Dusk was able to get what she wanted to show the servant, all aligned and ready as if this was some auction for a new piece. But she knew better then to assume that was the case, especially given what she had seen in the past from the seclusive artist.

"I suppose that's what makes it so special doesn't it?" The servant said before taking a sip of the newly manifest drink to relax herself and give full attention over to Dusk. "There were a few artists back in my world that my Master contracted. Although I suppose in their case all of their differing opinions could spark some of the most heated of opinions."

At the time to Mélusine it was all really gibberish. But now after trying to find something to strike a cord in her she could understand the passion coming from it.

...Even if it was a little too loud for her own tastes.

"But a film isn't something I've tried in awhile. Not one titled that at least."

[feranmut]

SPECIAL 一 WHAT THE SERVANT SAYS DOES RING TRUE. much like other pieces of artistic creation, whether it be literature, sculpting, or photography, there was something within each that would resonate with a person, even if it was only a singular one. nor can she truly deny that one's passion might drive one to contend with another, often spiraling into a myriad of discussions and, far worse, heated arguments that could ignite even the most searing of wildfires that could course through an entire community within mere hours if left unmitigated. and while dusk was one who cares little to be involved, that hardly means it wasn't some nuisance to deal with when she was otherwise dragged in unwillingly.

still, she could barely help being a tiny bit quizzical about these supposed artists. ❝ What were the artists of your world like? ❞ she would start with something simple, presuming that melusine would be able to answer that in the first place, given her limited understanding of certain phrases and meanings behind the practice itself.

while awaiting an answer, if any can be provided at all, she places the movie in.

❝ Mm. It's a product of this island and not one from my world. This one is monochromatic, too. Given its age, it is likely a stylistic choice of the director. ❞ walking back to her seat, she settles herself down next to the knight proper, the film beginning to roll into a setting reminiscent to a film noir.

[puppetsheart]

人形 - Without an academia to ground her outside of Lesser Lord Kusanali's personal requests, Wanderer had taken to traveling the island whenever it suited him. Spring had come and the snow was melting, so it allowed him to see the scenery in a new light. Even if the weather that day wasn't particularly pleasant.

He honestly hadn't paid the woman painting much attention. The business of the people in the city wasn't really his concern, which was why he hadn't even noticed the scroll at his feet in the first place. Until it was pointed out to him, anyways. He paused and looked down at it.

"An artist, huh?" The young man grumbled. If she was fishing for an apology then she wasn't going to get it. "If you're really an artist, you should probably take better care of your art." Reaching down, he picked up the scroll in question and took a look at it. The portrayal of a thunderstorm left a pit in his stomach as it reminded him of his creator.

Eventually he tossed it towards the painter. "Creations don't typically enjoy being discarded and trampled." Based on personal experience. But who was the one that had done the trampling here?

[feranmut]

ANOTHER LINE IS PULLED ALONG WHITE. clearly she was hardly bothered by the lack of an apology, attention continuing still upon the current work of art, even at the eventual toss of her scroll. nor does she make any attempt to catch it, the paper floating softly down until, once more, it finds its resting place atop the ground, albeit far closer to her than moments prior. ❝ Oh? Are you an artist? ❞ likely not, though that wasn't a genuine question she was asking to begin with.

instead, she finally turns to glance his way, a fiery orange gaze sizing him up and down just a smidgen. ❝ To be telling me what an artist should and shouldn't do to what it is they make, ❞ she adds soon enough, perhaps a little curious as to what grounds he stands upon in giving unsolicited advice as this.

❝ Anyway. If it becomes trampled, so be it. By me. By you. By others. Does such make it any less valued? Was there value to begin? ❞ to some, perhaps, and maybe even to her, depending on what has happened to it. after all, the sui has been known to casually destroy such elaborate, breathtaking paintings of her making. often times by her very own hand, at that. ❝ There are creations which many deem garbage from the moment they are brought into the world. Others, beloved masterpieces. There are even those praised only at an artist's death. What of those, then? ❞

[sunderblades]

what had meant to be a relaxing walk soon turned into quite the long break upon passing the lone painter, one working on an impressive looking piece she can't make out much details of at this distance.

so, of course, she steps closer while trying not to startle the other, or disturb the peace too much that prevents completion of such beautiful work. "that's a lovely painting. how long have you been working on it?"

@feranmut

[feranmut]

UPON THIS ISLAND, INSPIRATION WANES WITH EACH DAY. one's prolonged stay within an isolated realm only serves to dwindle the sights that can be seen whilst traversing it, leaving naught to garner the interest when it has all come to pass beneath someone's gaze. were there one saving grace of this place, it was the constant flow of a myriad of people, every eclipse ushering forth newfound faces and, in turn, returning older residents back to their homes. perhaps that is why this time the sui has chosen to paint what seems to be an eclipse, enshrouding a distant land's various peoples beneath it's blanketing shadows.

one stroke of her brush passes over an emptied place upon the scroll as the woman approaches, causing her hand to pause thereafter. lifting her gaze, she takes in the other's appearance, noting the striking familiarity to their choice of dress. a coincidence, more than likely, given this place's inner workings, and yet一

❝ Slipped on a stroke? Start over. ❞ advice falls from her mouth, seemingly irrelevant to what the other asks were it not for her continuing on her sentiments. ❝ Days? Weeks? I do not recall. Each eclipse is every four days. Every four days, I paint. When one ruins the painting, all progress is lost. So, then, how long would such be? ❞

[powerofinheritance]

"The first time I got this weapon it was in a pretty desperate situation. Honestly I didn't even know how I did most of what I did. It just came naturally to me like everyone thought it would..."

And without it the fight with one of the Beasts would have not nearly been as simple. But once she managed to settle down back at their base it all began to hit her rather quickly. Just how absurd the weapon she inherited was actually from a design perspective.

"...I'll be real I have no idea what they were thinking. If she was still around I did want to ask. But I think I'm pretty sure I know the answer."

Because it "looked cool"...

"You seem to know what I'm talking about. Someone just doing things for the sake of doing them."

@feranmut | s.c

[feranmut]

WEAPONS WEREN'T EXACTLY WITHIN DUSK'S REALM OF INTERESTS, something more suited to nian's taste as a metallurgy than one of a painter. still, she listens to the other speak in regards to her own experiences, likely having found some sort of kinship in the strangeness of her own blade that she has upon her person in this very moment. at the very least, the more rappi talks on the matter, it at least seems a little interesting regarding the situation as a whole. ❝ There are those who are prodigies in many things. Is that not what you would be deemed after doing such a feat? ❞ the query is a simple one, uncertain if that definition alone would be true to label her, let alone if it was something suited in general.

propping her chin upon her palm, she mulls over what the other presumes. there were a myriad of people that comes to mind. again, her sibling, creating many things that the artist might claim as annoyingly useless.

❝ Tsk. If such a person exists, surely it would be my good-for-nothing sibling Nian. ❞ despite the subtle bite in her voice, it wasn't anything like pure hatred, rather the sound of an annoyed little sister at an older, more overbearing one. ❝ If she desires to do it, she will do it. If you do not desire her to do it, she will continue to do it. Once she gets something in that spice-fried brain of hers, so it is done. Simple as that. I assume that is similar to the one you speak of? ❞

[hetuvidya]

if her other homeland dishes are anything like this one, he could understand why she prefers them. he is much the same with Sumeru cuisine, though he won't turn down the offer of trying something different. "maybe something with more spice next time... if you don't mind." he doesn't expect her to agree of course, she does as she pleases and often denies requests. might as well make the attempt while she's in a better mood.

although she asks, there's no real reason in particular he wishes to leave. they would all be excuses just to walk hand in hand. "no. somewhere quiet away from people is enough." it doesn't really matter as long as she's there. she may prefer her seclusion, but he would still encourage her to leave the scrolls every now and then, even if only for a short time. "we won't be out too long anyway, I only wanted a change of scenery. and to pry you away for a while." a finger gently pokes at her side before both arms rest around her waist.

"if you decide you've had enough at any point, we can turn back. I'm not worried about cutting it short." pushing her wouldn't help, he'd prefer that she enjoys time outside with him and in general. in the meantime, he'll remain as close as possible, stealing warmth from her until either she moves him herself or they finally leave.

[feranmut]

SHE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE'D REQUEST AS MUCH. given what little she knows of his home, having traversed those lands even just a little once upon a time at the whims of their captors, she knew enough of the cuisine there. and though it is not so much as what nian might drown a dish within, there is hardly any hiding the smallest wrinkle of her nose, even with that stoical expression she tends to tout about more often than not. ❝ I don't mind... ❞ she says it in earnest, though mixed with that prior, fleeting expression, anyone may think she was a liar in that moment.

yet she knows more than enough that alhaitham would either know her mannerisms just as well to understand she would say otherwise or, even more simply, hold her accountable for not doing so.

once he pokes at her side, she simply rolls over, arms shifting to wrap around them as she simply lays there. ❝ You know I would just walk back if I stopped caring for it, ❞ her voice chimes back, whether or not she says otherwise. in the end, she was as fickle as the nature within the various paintings that are lain sprawled about the room's floor. though she was grateful to his consideration about her tolerance of crowds, even if it was likely for his own sake, too. thus, she does not complain in the slightest as she finally gets up, slipping away from arms, turning toward him soon enough to glance down where he rests.

❝ Well? Are we to go or not? You do not see the twin moons wait upon those whom stand still beneath them. ❞

[yubingwang]

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