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A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

specula-mercurius

The ashen-haired youth listens to Kim Dokja speak with a curious expression, almost studying the Constellation before him. A bird-like chirp exits the alien's throat as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps trying to interpret the question. Consulting the dictionary again, he hesitates for a moment before replying.

'' My name is Andvari. ''

Technically, Andvari did say it, but the word order is incorrect, spoken as if an English sentence. 'My name is [],' as opposed to the Korean 'My name []-is.' He looks almost expectantly at the Demon King, as if some degree younger than his appearance suggests, and awaiting some kind of recognition for the shoddy translation.

—

The once-over is noted, as is the noted effort of Kim Dokja to hold a geniune conversation. This already far exceeds his expectations, considering the nature of humans to fear that which is 'other.' Certainly a welcome surprise. As the Earthian pipes up again, Andvari shifts his focus to the words spoken. Once concluded, he takes a moment to organize the distinct sounds in his head and break down each character. He barely notices the habitual chirp, so used to making the sound when deep in thought that it doesn't register as unusual.

Returning to the helpful gift from 'Aunt' Alice, the dragùa approximates the intended message and composes a reply. It might be rough, but he has certainly made an effort to be understood. If he made an error in syntax or grammar, it can't be helped.

'' Nae ileum-eun ida Andvari. ''

Regardless of his intent to remain cordial and collected, the more Elynas-like aspect of himself rises to the surface with a ruffle of feathery wings and a wagging tail. Even preventing a chain of happy chirps takes a great deal of restraint on his part, the fragment of the joyful outlander who finds enthusiasm from small delights seeking some sign of approval on the answer he provided.

kim-dokjas

(He can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles out, quick to cover it up behind a cough. He would hate to offend, especially if the completion of the sub scenario was on the line. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who didn't know the language, and when he did, there was always some sort of translation involved. There probably wasn't an easy translator for the other's language though, especially if he came from another world. He hesitated before offering his hand to shake, already prepared for the case in which the other didn't want to shake hands.)

Andvari.. Was your trip here fine?

specula-mercurius

Andvari quickly accepts, right hand reaching out in turn. The youth, considerate of the dark hooked talons replacing fingernails on that arm, of course does his best to avoid causing accidental injury. The reply comes without consulting the translation assist, as if the alien had already memorized key terms.

'' Trip... fine... Das war eine Frage... Yes! Very good! ''

His left ear, almost elf-like in shape, flicks slightly at the end, yet this may just be a normal behavior for this semi-draconic visitor. The 'reader' has yet to try reading this character's profile, after all.

—

Kim Dokja stifles a laugh at what must seem a sudden shift in demeanour, yet Andvari feels no annoyance. It may be his nature to experience influence from the remnants of the two older brothers used in his alchemical rebirth, but without that context, amusement is a rather reasonable response.

'' Andvari... Yeogi yeohaeng gwaenchanh-ass-eo? ''

While flipping through the Inazuman-Korean dictionary, he had noted down a few common words related to greetings and conversations in addition to on-the-spot translations. This proved useful, as some words now stand out. While lacking the full context, the meaning is easy enough to grasp.

'' Yeohaeng... Gaen... That was a question... Ye! Maeu joh-eun! ''

This is a lie, that 'plausability' law governing this world was relentless like a storm as he pushed through the Abyssal rift, but he has neither the words to say this nor a desire to. Tipping his hand too soon and revealing that he came from beyond this universe entirely is ill-advised, according to 'Mom.' Even the act of crossing over already put this world on defense...

kim-dokjas

(His handshake is firm yet easy to slip from, and his smile is easygoing as ever. But there's a sense of awkwardness that slips in once he returns his hand to his side, as if not knowing what to do next. He never had casual conversations these days anymore, and if the other's eccentricities were a sign of anything, he certainly knew more than he could let on. He contemplates before deciding to check the other's attributes, if only to see if he's able to. As he waits, he nods his head back slightly, mindful of the crowd that is still watching them with bated breath.)

Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk? It must be a lot after your journey.

specula-mercurius

[The exclusive skill, Character List, is activated.]

[There is too much information about this ch■ara■cte■r.]

[Converting Character List to Character Summary.]

[Character Summary]

[Name: Raiden Andvari.

Age: 0.

Constellation Support: None (Two Constellations are currently showing interest in this person).

Private Attribute: Homuncular Nature (Myth), Bioalchemist (Rare), Abyssal Core (C■ommo■n), Melusine Blessings (Myth)

Exclusive Skills: [Painter LV. 3], [Creation Commander LV. 2], [Diverse Communication LV. 3], [Uncrowned Alchemical Prince LV. 4], [Cooking LV. 5], [Weapons Training LV. 7], [Mental Barrier LV. 6], [Foul's Legacy Transformation LV. 1], ...(omitted).

Stigma: [Abyssal Frenzy LV. 2], [Abiogenesis LV. 1], [Plum Bud Defense LV. 1]

Overall Stats: [Stamina: LV. 13], [Strength: LV. 9], [Agility: LV. 11], [Mana: LV. 15]

Overall Rating: A homunculus blessed with powers that oppose each other. Valuable in large-scale conflicts, but requires more food than a human.

A Status Effect is in action.

Status: Curse of Immortality]

A brief consult of the dictionary follows, and then a nod. The ashen-haired youth looks at the crowd still muttering away about this demon-like creature before them, the fear almost palpable. A red hue briefly flashes through the prominent purple mark on the outsider's face, causing more timid Incarnations to shuffle back at the shift. It doesn't seem to mean anything, however, the alien peering at the large Industrial Complex looming overhead after a brief glance at a vendor for ground rat meat.

—

The offer is readily accepted. Around so many people and out in the sun like this, the Abyss has naturally begun stirring deep within with that ever-present desire to devour. Losing control like this... he would survive with the 'denial of death' written into his fate, but countless humans would be devoured and slain in that obsessive frenzied state. It would also introduce the Abyss that blacked out his planet's galaxy, save for Teyvat itself, to a universe lacking the defense of the Aeon of Permanence's Path. Finding a quiet, secluded location to eat Shroomboar and Sumpter Beast steaks would be the best option to protect this universe's people from that voracious hatred that can wipe out nations.

Of course, a food cart nearby with giant mouse legs cooked to a crisp golden-brown draws his attention for a moment. It would certainly satisfy the 'black hole with thought' that the Abyss is a part of, and the smell alone is quite enticing. Certainly not on par with 'Mom,' who is a dedicated chef, but better than what he roasts on the fly while adventuring for ancient ruins from the time before the Abyss-corrupted Nibelung arrived on Teyvat.

kim-dokjas

(His eyes scan the information presented to him, keeping his face as passive as possible to not let his reaction be seen. The fact it had to Summarize was interesting, and he was certainly intrigued by his attributes and status effect. But he'd been through this many times, and knew whatever would be revealed by the other would have to happen in time. He begins to lead the way, only pausing when he notices the other glancing at the food cart. It had been a while since he had been a "host" of sorts, but he knew at the very least to offer a weary traveler some food.)

Did you want some? I'll buy, of course.

specula-mercurius

Another quick consult, followed by an answer.

'' I do want some. How can I repay you? ''

Andvari asks, quickly recieving what is likely to be coins from the Constellations at the same time. The scaled dragon-like tail wagging does likely indicate happiness, at the very least, and the youth glances up at the sky briefly before heading over to the stand.

—

An offer to buy food. While it is an appreciated sentiment, the economic expectations of this world are unknown. As a visitor, it wouldn't be right to impose in such a way, and the pride of being a former apex predator among Human Realm animals won't allow him to accept such a gift freely.

'' Naneun jom wonhaeyo. Eotteohge gap-eul su issnayo? ''

Fortunately, 'Mom' is willing to provide what is needed. Several messages of recieving coins echo in his mind, all from the same 'Constellation.' He spares a brief glance at the projected pair of lights representing the two 'halves' of his adoptive parent, the lavender and violet specks a source of reassurance.

kim-dokjas

(He's quick to shake his head, offering a careful smile as he approaches the vendor. The sentiment was appreciated, but he had to make sure this exchange went well. Having the other pay him back felt unnecessary.)

It's alright, you don't have to pay me anything.

(The payment and exchange goes quick, if not for his status then certainly for the hefty amount of coins he's gotten over the months. He offers the bought food without a moment's delay, nodding his head carefully. He hadn't tried the food much before, he just hoped it would be good for his guest.)

Here you go! I hope you like it.

specula-mercurius

Taking the meat of the grade 9 underground species in hand, another flash of red appears in the bioluminescent purple mark adorning the alien's face. At the same time, the sanguine of the sunset irises creeps up into the rich violet above for a brief moment, pupils narrowing ever so slightly. He mutters something in a tongue never present on Earth, the effects of the Exclusive Skill, [Other World Interpreter], finally having a chance to shine.

'' Food... ''

A purple mist emerges, emanating from the youth's arm, and envelopes the warm food like a hungry maw ready to feast, yet it does not move further. Only once the homunculus begins eating does it act, the sentences of story fragments that make up the meal absorbed and devoured by the mist without a sound. In tandem Andvari and this mist consume, until nothing remains of the roasted ground rat. A sight sure to be terrifying for a Constellation, one who is built from stories, even with a similar force in [The Fourth Wall].

—

Staring down at the large piece of unidentifiable rodent meat sufficient for half a day's food, Andvari feels the Abyss stir at the memories within this meal. If it were a physical image, perhaps it would be a large fathomless jaw salivating at the presence of food that will not wound it with opposing Path Energy. Well aware that denying it this particular snack would be far too dangerous, he relinquishes his right arm to that primordial entropy so it may eat directly with significant limits to the form it takes.

As the alchemist eats to sustain physical integrity, the Abyss eats the 'concept' of the meat and absorbs it into him. At the same time, he hears the echo of a system message...

[You have acquired the Story Fragment 'Cooked Left Leg of a Ground Rat That Was Killed in Seoul.']

kim-dokjas

(His expression remains calm as he watches, even as a part of him wishes to flinch at the sight. It was an eerily familiar sight to him, but even if every instinct in him told him to run before anything got too serious, he stayed put. Fleeing from the person you're supposed to be hosting would surely lead to some terrible consequences.. Once the rat was completely consumed, he tilted his head, hands shoved deep into his pockets.)

How was it?

#orv rp #kdj responds

kim-dokjas

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 200 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' placed a 'tomato shaped cream filled bun' on top of your head]

[:3]

It tastes like raspberry and pomegranate

(He immediately grimaces and shakes it off.)

Why would you bring this monstrosity here??

random-dyslexic-human

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' bursted into tears at your action]

[Waaahhh my hard work! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚]

You feel two pairs of eyes glaring murderously at you

kim-dokjas

(He starts to sweat.)

Hey- You know what kind of reaction I'd have-

random-dyslexic-human

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is still crying loudly]

[WWWAAAAHHHHH WAAAHHH .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.]

You feel as though knifes are prickling into your neck

kim-dokjas

(He is panicking.)

I- What do you want me to do-

#orv rp #kdj responds

kim-dokjas

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 200 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' placed a 'tomato shaped cream filled bun' on top of your head]

[:3]

It tastes like raspberry and pomegranate

(He immediately grimaces and shakes it off.)

Why would you bring this monstrosity here??

random-dyslexic-human

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' bursted into tears at your action]

[Waaahhh my hard work! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚]

You feel two pairs of eyes glaring murderously at you

kim-dokjas

(He starts to sweat.)

Hey- You know what kind of reaction I'd have-

#orv rp #kdj responds

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 200 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' placed a 'tomato shaped cream filled bun' on top of your head]

[:3]

It tastes like raspberry and pomegranate

(He immediately grimaces and shakes it off.)

Why would you bring this monstrosity here??

#orv rp #omniscient reader's viewpoint rp #kim dokja rp #kdj answers #// alas... our hater of tomatoes

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, SAYS THIS ITEM MIGHT BE USEFUL.]

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, HAS SPONSORED YOU A 'MIDDAY TRYST'!]

(He accepts it with a blink and a nod.)

Ah, thank you.

#orv rp #omniscient reader's viewpoint rp #kim dokja rp #kdj answers

kim-dokjas

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

specula-mercurius

The ashen-haired youth listens to Kim Dokja speak with a curious expression, almost studying the Constellation before him. A bird-like chirp exits the alien's throat as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps trying to interpret the question. Consulting the dictionary again, he hesitates for a moment before replying.

'' My name is Andvari. ''

Technically, Andvari did say it, but the word order is incorrect, spoken as if an English sentence. 'My name is [],' as opposed to the Korean 'My name []-is.' He looks almost expectantly at the Demon King, as if some degree younger than his appearance suggests, and awaiting some kind of recognition for the shoddy translation.

—

The once-over is noted, as is the noted effort of Kim Dokja to hold a geniune conversation. This already far exceeds his expectations, considering the nature of humans to fear that which is 'other.' Certainly a welcome surprise. As the Earthian pipes up again, Andvari shifts his focus to the words spoken. Once concluded, he takes a moment to organize the distinct sounds in his head and break down each character. He barely notices the habitual chirp, so used to making the sound when deep in thought that it doesn't register as unusual.

Returning to the helpful gift from 'Aunt' Alice, the dragùa approximates the intended message and composes a reply. It might be rough, but he has certainly made an effort to be understood. If he made an error in syntax or grammar, it can't be helped.

'' Nae ileum-eun ida Andvari. ''

Regardless of his intent to remain cordial and collected, the more Elynas-like aspect of himself rises to the surface with a ruffle of feathery wings and a wagging tail. Even preventing a chain of happy chirps takes a great deal of restraint on his part, the fragment of the joyful outlander who finds enthusiasm from small delights seeking some sign of approval on the answer he provided.

kim-dokjas

(He can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles out, quick to cover it up behind a cough. He would hate to offend, especially if the completion of the sub scenario was on the line. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who didn't know the language, and when he did, there was always some sort of translation involved. There probably wasn't an easy translator for the other's language though, especially if he came from another world. He hesitated before offering his hand to shake, already prepared for the case in which the other didn't want to shake hands.)

Andvari.. Was your trip here fine?

specula-mercurius

Andvari quickly accepts, right hand reaching out in turn. The youth, considerate of the dark hooked talons replacing fingernails on that arm, of course does his best to avoid causing accidental injury. The reply comes without consulting the translation assist, as if the alien had already memorized key terms.

'' Trip... fine... Das war eine Frage... Yes! Very good! ''

His left ear, almost elf-like in shape, flicks slightly at the end, yet this may just be a normal behavior for this semi-draconic visitor. The 'reader' has yet to try reading this character's profile, after all.

—

Kim Dokja stifles a laugh at what must seem a sudden shift in demeanour, yet Andvari feels no annoyance. It may be his nature to experience influence from the remnants of the two older brothers used in his alchemical rebirth, but without that context, amusement is a rather reasonable response.

'' Andvari... Yeogi yeohaeng gwaenchanh-ass-eo? ''

While flipping through the Inazuman-Korean dictionary, he had noted down a few common words related to greetings and conversations in addition to on-the-spot translations. This proved useful, as some words now stand out. While lacking the full context, the meaning is easy enough to grasp.

'' Yeohaeng... Gaen... That was a question... Ye! Maeu joh-eun! ''

This is a lie, that 'plausability' law governing this world was relentless like a storm as he pushed through the Abyssal rift, but he has neither the words to say this nor a desire to. Tipping his hand too soon and revealing that he came from beyond this universe entirely is ill-advised, according to 'Mom.' Even the act of crossing over already put this world on defense...

kim-dokjas

(His handshake is firm yet easy to slip from, and his smile is easygoing as ever. But there's a sense of awkwardness that slips in once he returns his hand to his side, as if not knowing what to do next. He never had casual conversations these days anymore, and if the other's eccentricities were a sign of anything, he certainly knew more than he could let on. He contemplates before deciding to check the other's attributes, if only to see if he's able to. As he waits, he nods his head back slightly, mindful of the crowd that is still watching them with bated breath.)

Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk? It must be a lot after your journey.

specula-mercurius

[The exclusive skill, Character List, is activated.]

[There is too much information about this ch■ara■cte■r.]

[Converting Character List to Character Summary.]

[Character Summary]

[Name: Raiden Andvari.

Age: 0.

Constellation Support: None (Two Constellations are currently showing interest in this person).

Private Attribute: Homuncular Nature (Myth), Bioalchemist (Rare), Abyssal Core (C■ommo■n), Melusine Blessings (Myth)

Exclusive Skills: [Painter LV. 3], [Creation Commander LV. 2], [Diverse Communication LV. 3], [Uncrowned Alchemical Prince LV. 4], [Cooking LV. 5], [Weapons Training LV. 7], [Mental Barrier LV. 6], [Foul's Legacy Transformation LV. 1], ...(omitted).

Stigma: [Abyssal Frenzy LV. 2], [Abiogenesis LV. 1], [Plum Bud Defense LV. 1]

Overall Stats: [Stamina: LV. 13], [Strength: LV. 9], [Agility: LV. 11], [Mana: LV. 15]

Overall Rating: A homunculus blessed with powers that oppose each other. Valuable in large-scale conflicts, but requires more food than a human.

A Status Effect is in action.

Status: Curse of Immortality]

A brief consult of the dictionary follows, and then a nod. The ashen-haired youth looks at the crowd still muttering away about this demon-like creature before them, the fear almost palpable. A red hue briefly flashes through the prominent purple mark on the outsider's face, causing more timid Incarnations to shuffle back at the shift. It doesn't seem to mean anything, however, the alien peering at the large Industrial Complex looming overhead after a brief glance at a vendor for ground rat meat.

—

The offer is readily accepted. Around so many people and out in the sun like this, the Abyss has naturally begun stirring deep within with that ever-present desire to devour. Losing control like this... he would survive with the 'denial of death' written into his fate, but countless humans would be devoured and slain in that obsessive frenzied state. It would also introduce the Abyss that blacked out his planet's galaxy, save for Teyvat itself, to a universe lacking the defense of the Aeon of Permanence's Path. Finding a quiet, secluded location to eat Shroomboar and Sumpter Beast steaks would be the best option to protect this universe's people from that voracious hatred that can wipe out nations.

Of course, a food cart nearby with giant mouse legs cooked to a crisp golden-brown draws his attention for a moment. It would certainly satisfy the 'black hole with thought' that the Abyss is a part of, and the smell alone is quite enticing. Certainly not on par with 'Mom,' who is a dedicated chef, but better than what he roasts on the fly while adventuring for ancient ruins from the time before the Abyss-corrupted Nibelung arrived on Teyvat.

kim-dokjas

(His eyes scan the information presented to him, keeping his face as passive as possible to not let his reaction be seen. The fact it had to Summarize was interesting, and he was certainly intrigued by his attributes and status effect. But he'd been through this many times, and knew whatever would be revealed by the other would have to happen in time. He begins to lead the way, only pausing when he notices the other glancing at the food cart. It had been a while since he had been a "host" of sorts, but he knew at the very least to offer a weary traveler some food.)

Did you want some? I'll buy, of course.

specula-mercurius

Another quick consult, followed by an answer.

'' I do want some. How can I repay you? ''

Andvari asks, quickly recieving what is likely to be coins from the Constellations at the same time. The scaled dragon-like tail wagging does likely indicate happiness, at the very least, and the youth glances up at the sky briefly before heading over to the stand.

—

An offer to buy food. While it is an appreciated sentiment, the economic expectations of this world are unknown. As a visitor, it wouldn't be right to impose in such a way, and the pride of being a former apex predator among Human Realm animals won't allow him to accept such a gift freely.

'' Naneun jom wonhaeyo. Eotteohge gap-eul su issnayo? ''

Fortunately, 'Mom' is willing to provide what is needed. Several messages of recieving coins echo in his mind, all from the same 'Constellation.' He spares a brief glance at the projected pair of lights representing the two 'halves' of his adoptive parent, the lavender and violet specks a source of reassurance.

kim-dokjas

(He's quick to shake his head, offering a careful smile as he approaches the vendor. The sentiment was appreciated, but he had to make sure this exchange went well. Having the other pay him back felt unnecessary.)

It's alright, you don't have to pay me anything.

(The payment and exchange goes quick, if not for his status then certainly for the hefty amount of coins he's gotten over the months. He offers the bought food without a moment's delay, nodding his head carefully. He hadn't tried the food much before, he just hoped it would be good for his guest.)

Here you go! I hope you like it.

#orv rp #kdj responds #// MY BAD I HAD A CRAZY WEEK LMAO #// and yeah.. happy 0 years old everyone/silly

kim-dokjas

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

specula-mercurius

The ashen-haired youth listens to Kim Dokja speak with a curious expression, almost studying the Constellation before him. A bird-like chirp exits the alien's throat as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps trying to interpret the question. Consulting the dictionary again, he hesitates for a moment before replying.

'' My name is Andvari. ''

Technically, Andvari did say it, but the word order is incorrect, spoken as if an English sentence. 'My name is [],' as opposed to the Korean 'My name []-is.' He looks almost expectantly at the Demon King, as if some degree younger than his appearance suggests, and awaiting some kind of recognition for the shoddy translation.

—

The once-over is noted, as is the noted effort of Kim Dokja to hold a geniune conversation. This already far exceeds his expectations, considering the nature of humans to fear that which is 'other.' Certainly a welcome surprise. As the Earthian pipes up again, Andvari shifts his focus to the words spoken. Once concluded, he takes a moment to organize the distinct sounds in his head and break down each character. He barely notices the habitual chirp, so used to making the sound when deep in thought that it doesn't register as unusual.

Returning to the helpful gift from 'Aunt' Alice, the dragùa approximates the intended message and composes a reply. It might be rough, but he has certainly made an effort to be understood. If he made an error in syntax or grammar, it can't be helped.

'' Nae ileum-eun ida Andvari. ''

Regardless of his intent to remain cordial and collected, the more Elynas-like aspect of himself rises to the surface with a ruffle of feathery wings and a wagging tail. Even preventing a chain of happy chirps takes a great deal of restraint on his part, the fragment of the joyful outlander who finds enthusiasm from small delights seeking some sign of approval on the answer he provided.

kim-dokjas

(He can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles out, quick to cover it up behind a cough. He would hate to offend, especially if the completion of the sub scenario was on the line. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who didn't know the language, and when he did, there was always some sort of translation involved. There probably wasn't an easy translator for the other's language though, especially if he came from another world. He hesitated before offering his hand to shake, already prepared for the case in which the other didn't want to shake hands.)

Andvari.. Was your trip here fine?

specula-mercurius

Andvari quickly accepts, right hand reaching out in turn. The youth, considerate of the dark hooked talons replacing fingernails on that arm, of course does his best to avoid causing accidental injury. The reply comes without consulting the translation assist, as if the alien had already memorized key terms.

'' Trip... fine... Das war eine Frage... Yes! Very good! ''

His left ear, almost elf-like in shape, flicks slightly at the end, yet this may just be a normal behavior for this semi-draconic visitor. The 'reader' has yet to try reading this character's profile, after all.

—

Kim Dokja stifles a laugh at what must seem a sudden shift in demeanour, yet Andvari feels no annoyance. It may be his nature to experience influence from the remnants of the two older brothers used in his alchemical rebirth, but without that context, amusement is a rather reasonable response.

'' Andvari... Yeogi yeohaeng gwaenchanh-ass-eo? ''

While flipping through the Inazuman-Korean dictionary, he had noted down a few common words related to greetings and conversations in addition to on-the-spot translations. This proved useful, as some words now stand out. While lacking the full context, the meaning is easy enough to grasp.

'' Yeohaeng... Gaen... That was a question... Ye! Maeu joh-eun! ''

This is a lie, that 'plausability' law governing this world was relentless like a storm as he pushed through the Abyssal rift, but he has neither the words to say this nor a desire to. Tipping his hand too soon and revealing that he came from beyond this universe entirely is ill-advised, according to 'Mom.' Even the act of crossing over already put this world on defense...

kim-dokjas

(His handshake is firm yet easy to slip from, and his smile is easygoing as ever. But there's a sense of awkwardness that slips in once he returns his hand to his side, as if not knowing what to do next. He never had casual conversations these days anymore, and if the other's eccentricities were a sign of anything, he certainly knew more than he could let on. He contemplates before deciding to check the other's attributes, if only to see if he's able to. As he waits, he nods his head back slightly, mindful of the crowd that is still watching them with bated breath.)

Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk? It must be a lot after your journey.

specula-mercurius

[The exclusive skill, Character List, is activated.]

[There is too much information about this ch■ara■cte■r.]

[Converting Character List to Character Summary.]

[Character Summary]

[Name: Raiden Andvari.

Age: 0.

Constellation Support: None (Two Constellations are currently showing interest in this person).

Private Attribute: Homuncular Nature (Myth), Bioalchemist (Rare), Abyssal Core (C■ommo■n), Melusine Blessings (Myth)

Exclusive Skills: [Painter LV. 3], [Creation Commander LV. 2], [Diverse Communication LV. 3], [Uncrowned Alchemical Prince LV. 4], [Cooking LV. 5], [Weapons Training LV. 7], [Mental Barrier LV. 6], [Foul's Legacy Transformation LV. 1], ...(omitted).

Stigma: [Abyssal Frenzy LV. 2], [Abiogenesis LV. 1], [Plum Bud Defense LV. 1]

Overall Stats: [Stamina: LV. 13], [Strength: LV. 9], [Agility: LV. 11], [Mana: LV. 15]

Overall Rating: A homunculus blessed with powers that oppose each other. Valuable in large-scale conflicts, but requires more food than a human.

A Status Effect is in action.

Status: Curse of Immortality]

A brief consult of the dictionary follows, and then a nod. The ashen-haired youth looks at the crowd still muttering away about this demon-like creature before them, the fear almost palpable. A red hue briefly flashes through the prominent purple mark on the outsider's face, causing more timid Incarnations to shuffle back at the shift. It doesn't seem to mean anything, however, the alien peering at the large Industrial Complex looming overhead after a brief glance at a vendor for ground rat meat.

—

The offer is readily accepted. Around so many people and out in the sun like this, the Abyss has naturally begun stirring deep within with that ever-present desire to devour. Losing control like this... he would survive with the 'denial of death' written into his fate, but countless humans would be devoured and slain in that obsessive frenzied state. It would also introduce the Abyss that blacked out his planet's galaxy, save for Teyvat itself, to a universe lacking the defense of the Aeon of Permanence's Path. Finding a quiet, secluded location to eat Shroomboar and Sumpter Beast steaks would be the best option to protect this universe's people from that voracious hatred that can wipe out nations.

Of course, a food cart nearby with giant mouse legs cooked to a crisp golden-brown draws his attention for a moment. It would certainly satisfy the 'black hole with thought' that the Abyss is a part of, and the smell alone is quite enticing. Certainly not on par with 'Mom,' who is a dedicated chef, but better than what he roasts on the fly while adventuring for ancient ruins from the time before the Abyss-corrupted Nibelung arrived on Teyvat.

kim-dokjas

(His eyes scan the information presented to him, keeping his face as passive as possible to not let his reaction be seen. The fact it had to Summarize was interesting, and he was certainly intrigued by his attributes and status effect. But he'd been through this many times, and knew whatever would be revealed by the other would have to happen in time. He begins to lead the way, only pausing when he notices the other glancing at the food cart. It had been a while since he had been a "host" of sorts, but he knew at the very least to offer a weary traveler some food.)

Did you want some? I'll buy, of course.

#orv rp #kdj responds

kim-dokjas

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

specula-mercurius

The ashen-haired youth listens to Kim Dokja speak with a curious expression, almost studying the Constellation before him. A bird-like chirp exits the alien's throat as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps trying to interpret the question. Consulting the dictionary again, he hesitates for a moment before replying.

'' My name is Andvari. ''

Technically, Andvari did say it, but the word order is incorrect, spoken as if an English sentence. 'My name is [],' as opposed to the Korean 'My name []-is.' He looks almost expectantly at the Demon King, as if some degree younger than his appearance suggests, and awaiting some kind of recognition for the shoddy translation.

—

The once-over is noted, as is the noted effort of Kim Dokja to hold a geniune conversation. This already far exceeds his expectations, considering the nature of humans to fear that which is 'other.' Certainly a welcome surprise. As the Earthian pipes up again, Andvari shifts his focus to the words spoken. Once concluded, he takes a moment to organize the distinct sounds in his head and break down each character. He barely notices the habitual chirp, so used to making the sound when deep in thought that it doesn't register as unusual.

Returning to the helpful gift from 'Aunt' Alice, the dragùa approximates the intended message and composes a reply. It might be rough, but he has certainly made an effort to be understood. If he made an error in syntax or grammar, it can't be helped.

'' Nae ileum-eun ida Andvari. ''

Regardless of his intent to remain cordial and collected, the more Elynas-like aspect of himself rises to the surface with a ruffle of feathery wings and a wagging tail. Even preventing a chain of happy chirps takes a great deal of restraint on his part, the fragment of the joyful outlander who finds enthusiasm from small delights seeking some sign of approval on the answer he provided.

kim-dokjas

(He can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles out, quick to cover it up behind a cough. He would hate to offend, especially if the completion of the sub scenario was on the line. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who didn't know the language, and when he did, there was always some sort of translation involved. There probably wasn't an easy translator for the other's language though, especially if he came from another world. He hesitated before offering his hand to shake, already prepared for the case in which the other didn't want to shake hands.)

Andvari.. Was your trip here fine?

specula-mercurius

Andvari quickly accepts, right hand reaching out in turn. The youth, considerate of the dark hooked talons replacing fingernails on that arm, of course does his best to avoid causing accidental injury. The reply comes without consulting the translation assist, as if the alien had already memorized key terms.

'' Trip... fine... Das war eine Frage... Yes! Very good! ''

His left ear, almost elf-like in shape, flicks slightly at the end, yet this may just be a normal behavior for this semi-draconic visitor. The 'reader' has yet to try reading this character's profile, after all.

—

Kim Dokja stifles a laugh at what must seem a sudden shift in demeanour, yet Andvari feels no annoyance. It may be his nature to experience influence from the remnants of the two older brothers used in his alchemical rebirth, but without that context, amusement is a rather reasonable response.

'' Andvari... Yeogi yeohaeng gwaenchanh-ass-eo? ''

While flipping through the Inazuman-Korean dictionary, he had noted down a few common words related to greetings and conversations in addition to on-the-spot translations. This proved useful, as some words now stand out. While lacking the full context, the meaning is easy enough to grasp.

'' Yeohaeng... Gaen... That was a question... Ye! Maeu joh-eun! ''

This is a lie, that 'plausability' law governing this world was relentless like a storm as he pushed through the Abyssal rift, but he has neither the words to say this nor a desire to. Tipping his hand too soon and revealing that he came from beyond this universe entirely is ill-advised, according to 'Mom.' Even the act of crossing over already put this world on defense...

kim-dokjas

(His handshake is firm yet easy to slip from, and his smile is easygoing as ever. But there's a sense of awkwardness that slips in once he returns his hand to his side, as if not knowing what to do next. He never had casual conversations these days anymore, and if the other's eccentricities were a sign of anything, he certainly knew more than he could let on. He contemplates before deciding to check the other's attributes, if only to see if he's able to. As he waits, he nods his head back slightly, mindful of the crowd that is still watching them with bated breath.)

Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk? It must be a lot after your journey.

#orv rp #kdj responds #// yup yuppp that would make sense

kim-dokjas

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

specula-mercurius

The ashen-haired youth listens to Kim Dokja speak with a curious expression, almost studying the Constellation before him. A bird-like chirp exits the alien's throat as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps trying to interpret the question. Consulting the dictionary again, he hesitates for a moment before replying.

'' My name is Andvari. ''

Technically, Andvari did say it, but the word order is incorrect, spoken as if an English sentence. 'My name is [],' as opposed to the Korean 'My name []-is.' He looks almost expectantly at the Demon King, as if some degree younger than his appearance suggests, and awaiting some kind of recognition for the shoddy translation.

—

The once-over is noted, as is the noted effort of Kim Dokja to hold a geniune conversation. This already far exceeds his expectations, considering the nature of humans to fear that which is 'other.' Certainly a welcome surprise. As the Earthian pipes up again, Andvari shifts his focus to the words spoken. Once concluded, he takes a moment to organize the distinct sounds in his head and break down each character. He barely notices the habitual chirp, so used to making the sound when deep in thought that it doesn't register as unusual.

Returning to the helpful gift from 'Aunt' Alice, the dragùa approximates the intended message and composes a reply. It might be rough, but he has certainly made an effort to be understood. If he made an error in syntax or grammar, it can't be helped.

'' Nae ileum-eun ida Andvari. ''

Regardless of his intent to remain cordial and collected, the more Elynas-like aspect of himself rises to the surface with a ruffle of feathery wings and a wagging tail. Even preventing a chain of happy chirps takes a great deal of restraint on his part, the fragment of the joyful outlander who finds enthusiasm from small delights seeking some sign of approval on the answer he provided.

kim-dokjas

(He can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles out, quick to cover it up behind a cough. He would hate to offend, especially if the completion of the sub scenario was on the line. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who didn't know the language, and when he did, there was always some sort of translation involved. There probably wasn't an easy translator for the other's language though, especially if he came from another world. He hesitated before offering his hand to shake, already prepared for the case in which the other didn't want to shake hands.)

Andvari.. Was your trip here fine?

#orv rp #kdj responds

kim-dokjas

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

specula-mercurius

At the approach, the wandering eyes gaze upon the black-haired man with fascination. The odd being bows to the other, then reaches into a pocket of the coat... to reveal a book with Korean and Japanese characters upon the cover. A dictionary.

'' An... Annyeong haseyo? '' <Hello, formal>

The winged alien speaks shakily, flipping through pages rather intently as he searches for the words he wishes to express. There is a lack of proper grammar, as if this son of a Constellation has never heard nor spoken Korean before.

'' Dangsin... eun... Ah, dangsin-eun... Kim Dogez–... Kim Dokja? '' <Are... you... Ah, are you... Kim Dogez– Kim Dokja?>

—

Andvari notices a stranger in a white coat approach through the anxious crowd from the corner of his eye, and glances over. Around his height, and radiating power that the Abyss would love to devour. Something tells him he best avoid trying to glimpse his true nature via Melusine sight, an instinct he readily follows out of caution.

The black-haired man stops a safe distance away, and then speaks in what must be this land's native tongue. It certainly doesn't exist on Teyvat... this must be why 'Mom' gave him a dictionary from Alice. He quickly peruses the pages, looking for a basic greeting that matches the encounter. He replies to the best of his ability, keenly aware he sounds like a student learning their first phrase. It's then that he realizes something, internally groaning. The powerful being before him just said 'Kim Dokja.' Given the mutterings of the crowd, that must be him.

kim-dokjas

(Clearly stunned, he takes a pause, looking the other over. He knew the Constellation described their son to be eccentric, but he didn't anticipate him not knowing Korean. How was he supposed to have a proper conversation for the sub scenario? He'd deal with that later, he supposed. Taking in the choppy sentences, he smiled and nodded, making sure to keep his speech slow enough to be understood to the alien.)

Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?

#orv rp #kdj responds #// we love the two viewpoints haha

A strange rift, rich with the scent of ozone and shredded paper, begins to materialize near a certain broken throne. The inky blackness of the tear in reality is dizzying, a darkness that swallows light entirely, and the edges of this wavering gap in the fabric of space glimmers with a pale silver that should not be. From within a figure emerges, ashen hair gently waving in the breeze. From his head protrude a pair of thick curved horns, while the newcomer's sunset eyes adorned with inhuman patterns and pale pupils survey the new surroundings with almost child-like curiosity.

'' So, this is Korea... ''

He mutters to himself in what sounds vaguely like Swedish or German, before stretching out his feathered dragon wings and experimentally flapping the specialized pair of limbs. The dusk blue lab coat he wears flutters in the wind as it briefly picks up, revealing for an instant the gray tail behind him. Altogether he is quite inhuman, and that is only made further apparent when numerous Incarnations find themselves frightened by what, to them, must seem a monster.

< @specula-mercurius >

(There's a sense of panic that rushes through his veins on instinct, the urge and need to survive always deeply engraved in him. But he remembers his conversation with the Constellation, and finds himself moving forward on instinct, cutting through the crowd of incarnations as best he can. He comes to a stop as close as he'll allow himself, an awkward smile on his lips as he nods his head in greeting.)

Are you who I'm meant to meet? It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Dokja.

#orv rp #omniscient reader's viewpoint rp #kim dokja rp #kdj answers

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, NODS IN UNDERSTANDING.]

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, SAYS THEY HOPE THE INCARNATION 'YOO JOONGHYUK' ISN'T TOO UPSET.]

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, SAYS THEY MUST SEE THEIR SON OFF NOW.]

(He waves his hand dismissively.)

He's fine. He's always acting like that.

(He then nods, offering a smile.)

I'll be waiting.

#orv rp #omniscient reader's viewpoint rp #kim dokja rp #kdj answers

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, SAYS HIS SON IS AN ECCENTRIC HISTORIAN OF SORTS.]

[CONSTELLATION, MOON-WEAVING PLUM MOTH, ASKS IF THE INCARNATION 'YOO JOONGHYUK' IS ALWAYS WARY OF CELESTIAL BODIES.]

A historian, hm? That sounds interesting..

(He cracks a smile at the mention of Joonghyuk.)

Ah, the sunfish? Don't mind him, he's not used to casual chats with constellations like I am.

#orv rp #omniscient reader's viewpoint rp #kim dokja rp #kdj answers

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