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@kozeriaii
wanderer / genshin impact
it’s wandering time.
you ever just try to (redacted) yourself?
character development means he is a nicer asshole now!
might help out - or just laugh at you.
secretly a d*sney princess because cute animals like him and keep approaching him?? he likes them too.
*was a fatui harbinger* fatui do not interact.
dottore do not interact.
@encarnal
“you sure talk a big game.”
the words are meant to be - would be taunting, if not for the clear irritation present in both his expression and tone. by no means a patient man, it’s only the risk of his own discovery that keeps wanderer from giving the man - degenerate would be more accurate - a few choice words before leaving him behind.
wanderer comforts himself with the fact that, at least, if it came down to it, he could use the man as a distraction to slip away - and with the advantage of flight and a small frame, he can easily slip around tight corners and fit into narrow hallways, putting him a good distance away by the time the beast is done with the other.
still, with every word that comes out of the stranger’s mouth, wanderer draws closer to his limit. it’s how he comes to the conclusion that, although he’d originally planned on waiting for an opportune moment to ditch the man for his own survival, getting rid of him now would be a worthy trade-off if it meant he’d no longer be subjected to his presence.
“and you don’t seem like the type to hold yourself back.” even if he really, really should. wanderer doesn’t bother hiding the contempt in his voice. “why not go ahead and indulge yourself, then? that beast looked more than happy to oblige, with how desperate it looked to get to you.”
Wanderer wandering.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀The whimpered cries of a fallen creature earns the twitch of his ears, a snap of his head towards the direction it hailed from. Seox has ventured to the Forest of Airaisal a few times due to the sense of solace it brings his soul. Feeling much more of a deeper connection to places surrounded by that of nature then the loud city-like sights he's come to see since his arrival. He knows of the trickery this place has; recounting the first experience with pixies, being that of a day of navigating his way out of the forest which seemed suddenly far bigger than it actually had been. It made sense eventually and Seox was not naïve to fall for the same trick once more so it was an easy adventure out here.
⠀⠀⠀⠀However, it's a first for him to hear this. He knows this forest was not immune to it's risks but to hear the cries of what he could only assume to be a fox stunned him. He weaved between the brushes of overgrown fauna, out into the clear opening where not far along laid the very source of these sounds. Seox was used to gruesome sights && yet it never meant it was easy for him to see. Who or what could think to inflict harm on what appeared to be relatively harmless folk? He clicks his teeth as his guard rises. There was no time for fooling around— as far as he knew; The culprit could still be around.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Had it not been for his hood & how it restricted his ears, they'd be pulled back to denote his alertness. ⠀⠀ ❛ DON'T SPEAK— PRESERVE YOUR STRENGTH ❜ He calls out to the fox as he approaches. Seox has the natural heightened hearing so should something try to full a fast one. He'd know. A further inspection of the injuries were as he had only assumed. It was bad. Struck in the leg by something that was able to get a nice deep slash into the poor creature. The smell of iron is heavy and he knows it's weak.
⠀⠀⠀⠀He was no healer and for that, it was a matter of what to do next but said plotting was put to a pause— head snapping around in a quick movement. the distant rustles of leaves and plants alike is enough to alert him.
⠀⠀ ❛ COME BACK TO FINISH YOUR SLOPPY JOB? ❜ It's accusatory, eyes landing on that of a figure making it's approach. The fox last cried several moments ago ... so Seox's natural assumption could only be made that this was the cause. // @kozeriaii
as much as he dislikes the city, with its tall, hideous buildings that block out half the sky, and the fact that its taken away most of his abilities - wanderer admits that it has some merits (though the number is far eclipsed by its demerits).
as annoyingly crowded as a lot of the streets are, the city at least offers an adequate way to escape from all the noise and hubbub with its lush forests - secluded enough that not many would bother making the journey out, and large enough that those that do would rarely cross paths with each other.
it’s the perfect way to find yourself alone, with little more than the sound of birdsong and the gentle wind to accompany you.
which is why the sudden, pained cries of an animal feel all the more deafening when they reach him. once-serene expression twists into a frown as he turns in the general direction he’d heard it coming from - and when another one follows, sounding even more distraught than the last, he carefully makes his way to the source.
on the way, wanderer realizes the possibility that this could be a trap of some sort. to what end, he doesn’t know, but he keeps his guard up just in case what awaits him isn’t an injured animal, but someone (or something) looking for trouble -
and he thinks he’s right, when he makes it to the scene: the sight of a masked individual hovering over a hurt creature - from this angle wanderer can’t see what it is, but the unmistakable scent of fresh blood is strong in the air - would be convincing enough by itself, but the man’s words only raise his hackles further.
“that’s rich, coming from the guy in the mask.” he retorts, gaze frigid as he glares at the stranger. his tone comes out high and mocking, “i’d hide my face too, if i had to resort to such pathetic methods to pass the time.”
wanderer is by no means a 'defender of the weak' - that’s something left to the good guys -, but to hurt a creature that can’t even properly fight back? only worthless scum would resort to getting gratification from that.
“i’d say nice try pinning the blame on me, but i’m not in the habit of lying. truth is, the attempt would only have been more laughable if you still had your weapon in hand.”
inkalized·:
❝ a fan of bitter food i presume @kozeriaii ? ❞ now the order wasn't something he really expected, in fact, he had been considering removing the dish from the menu seeing as it wasn't very popular. most people preferred different kinds of foods and snacks. ❝ most people prefer something sweeter, ❞ he only offers a smile as he takes the plate from the kitchen and places it in front of the customer.
“you’re right. no doubt sweet foods are much more popular.”
being a puppet, he doesn’t require any food to sustain himself, so coming here and ordering something was purely out of self-indulgence - another way to pass the time, when his feet don’t feel like carrying him anywhere in particular. propping his chin up on the table, he eyes the dish placed before him with mild interest, but doesn’t go for a bite yet.
“but i find bitterness to be the best. it doesn’t try to hide what it is behind spices or sugars - whether it’s the first bite or the lingering aftertaste, it remains as it is throughout. an unchanging truth.”
🌷
meet the people in my muse’s life 🌷 - their mother
“there isn’t much to say about that woman. she wasted no time in abandoning me after i was made, and i’d probably still be rotting away in some forgotten corner of the world if i didn’t manage to wake from the sleep she put me in. not very motherly of her, is it?”
"the rage i used to feel at the very thought of her was beyond words. she denied me my purpose, and even the dignity of a name. i’ve asked myself - why not just assign me another task - or simply unmake me? maybe then...”
he trails off, and for a moment, he doesn’t speak - silent and pensive. then, with a prompt shake of his head, he disperses the ghosts of people long dead and buried from his mind. maybe, but maybe not.
“anyway, i have no wish to meet with her. she is my mother only in the most literal sense, and whatever she does is no concern of mine.”
Meet the People in My Muse’s Life
Send a Symbol, and they’ll tell you about:
🌻 - Their Father 🌷 - Their Mother 🌟 - A Different Family Member 🐶 - A Pet 👊 - A Best Friend 👋 - A Friend 🔍 - An Acquaintance 🍼 - A Child (Theirs or Not) 🎭 - A Former Friend 👿 - An Enemy 📪 - A Neighbor 💘 - A Love Interest 👻 - Someone They Don’t See Often 💀 - Someone Deceased ☀️ - Someone who Can “Turn Lemons into Lemonade” ☔️ - Someone who Can “Turn Lemonade into Lemons” 🍀 - Someone Lucky 🍰 - Someone who Loves Food 🍜 - Someone who’s A Great Cook
ANGST TROPE ASSIGN.
the fateful hug
you have your eyes closed. you're ready for that final moment to come. it doesn't. you realize you feel a weight on you and around your shoulders and you open your eyes. someone you care about is draped over you, you can't see their face from the side on your shoulder. the attacker is standing over you both. you reach up and touch their back and feel something wet. when you bring your hand back, it's covered in red. you hear a voice croak in your ear, telling you to go while you can.
nobully:
For a while Wang Yi’s left hanging while the guy actually deliberates over his choice. He’s visibly relieved when Wanderer agrees and accepts everything in stride (even the mild insult, which was true enough after all).
‘Fine by me. It’s not in my interests to screw this up.’
‘Or screw you over.’
There was actually a fifth point he’d neglected to bring up, mostly because the overseers here had cancelled all of his abilities from the novel world. But if he ever recovered his mind control skills, he’d tip this guy off first. Maybe they’d be useful for him?
No risk, no reward.
‘And thanks for agreeing. You didn’t have to, so I appreciate it, for what it’s worth.’
【You can stand here talking all day, but that knowledge isn’t going to share itself,】 Sao Ling poked his furry head in. 【Hurry and get to work!】
‘That’s rich coming from you,’ Wang Yi mutters, but gives Wanderer a smile. ‘Do you have a place in mind, or should I find us a cafe?’
It was getting tiring just standing around, after all.
“it’s too early to be thanking me just yet.” he huffs, shaking his head lightly.
he’s more than aware of the... effect he has on others, though that doesn’t stop him from acting the way he does. that the stranger still wants to deal with wanderer despite this means he’s either determined, or desperate - but wanderer wonders how long that feeling will hold out. how long will that gratitude last, when the other realizes his attitude doesn’t get any better?
“but no, i don’t have any place to suggest. a cafe will do.” with a tilt of his head, he gestures for the man to lead the way.
“since your system,” he tests the word out, gaze briefly glancing towards the false cat as he does so, “seems so insistent on you learning something, we might as well make a head start now.”
“is there anything in particular you want to know about, or are we going for a more general approach?” then after a moment, he adds, asking possibly the most important question of all:
“and what’s your goal in all this?”
person’s motivation determines their drive. their persistence, the lengths they’ll go to - it all comes down to their reasoning. wanderer needs to know who he’s dealing with, here.
“something to pass the time? working your way up from petty crime to something big? world domination?” his lips curl at the last one, somehow doubting the man’s aiming for something so... grandiose.
kleinstar:
“ Huh?! ”
Is this guy maybe really intense about the protection of nature or something? One of those tree hugger types? Mix in some misanthropy and this is what it looks like? Maybe. Well everyone’s passionate about something but this is definitely too much!
“ Ehhhhh… Um. ”
“ Errr that’s a bit —- I wouldn’t human in the same level as a plant though? That’s a bit much.. Like we have …personalities and lives and stuff right? You definitely shouldn’t compare them no matter how into plants you are okay? ”
the way the man scrambles to respond is almost entertaining enough to make up for what he did earlier - but unfortunately for the stranger, wanderer is not someone who easily forgives (if at all).
“really now?” he drawls, arching a brow. “because i’ve definitely met people with less personality than a plant.”
the words are a slight exaggeration, perhaps, but true enough that wanderer still finds no difficulty in saying them even after tumbling into those flowers.
“it’s awfully unfair for you to place all humans on a pedestal like that - plants, at least, are often useful in some way. the same can’t be said for humans.”
grrrr bleh hehe
OH! How kind? Cautiousness does take over as he sniffs the grilled fish. It smells so good. THIS right here might be his first time eating something like this…Or eating something this good as a cat. The small black feline takes a small nibble and then he’s scarfing it down quickly.
“Thank you so much. Did you make this yourself?” Bet he didn’t see that coming! A talking cat.
a smile, small and hidden from the rest of the world, slowly appears across his face as he watches the small animal happily eat away at the fish. there’s little else he can do for it - taking it with him and caring for it is out of the question -, but at least it won’t be making itself sick eating something so disgusting.
then it suddenly speaks. the smile is wiped clean, replaced by a slight frown as he stares down at the creature.
“no, i bought it.”
“so do all the cats here talk, or am i just lucky to keep coming across one that does?”
the last ‘cat’ he met that also talked, it didn’t take long to realize it was just something masquerading as one - and he’s starting to suspect that this might be the same.
@kozeriaii
during a trip to one of the libraries he’d heard discussion of, he spots a wandering figure; with a hat likely to draw the eye of onlookers before anything else. it’s impossible to miss but he makes sure not to stare longer than necessary. the scribe does briefly pause, however, simply pretending to take in the scenery, as if it’s of great interest. and yes — new surroundings may be fascinating, the individual he watches from the corner of his vision is one that captures his curiosity more on this occasion.
the reason isn’t clear just yet. perhaps style of clothing? or maybe it is just the headwear. although… that expression is undeniably interesting. strange, considering Alhaitham finds very little of the sort in people that often, the Traveler being one exception.
a library isn’t the type of place he’d usually visit. in fact, he tends to avoid places people gather in, knowing it’s for the better if he doesn’t have to interact with others - and vice versa.
but there’s something he has to find out, and searching on the phone hasn’t yielded any satisfactory results, so coming here is the only other option he has. the good thing is that the nearest library is one of the bigger ones - big enough that it doesn’t feel crowded even with all the people walking between the shelves.
it’s when he’s staring down a particular row of books that he feels someone’s eyes on him. wanderer is used to the curious looks of others due to his eccentric appearance, but this one feels like it lasts just a little longer than the customary curious glance.
fingers hovering over the spine of one of the books, he calls out without lowering his voice - he wants to make sure whoever it is hears his message.
“and here i thought libraries were for studying books, not people. am i really that interesting?”
HE CAN FLY.
GO THROUGH A NIGHTTIME ROUTINE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN YOU ARE.
chaotically evil
you do what you want, when you want, and without regard for the law. you keep yourself out of jail by keeping everyone around you off-balance. no one knows what you want, truly, or what you plan to do with all this power you've accumulated. your crimes range from "harmless" pranks to murder. anything for a good laugh, huh? you refuse to let anyone kill you, so you plan out your own disappearance. its a great spectacle - tickets are $10 dollars per person. some people speculate that you've died, but most know the truth. they all saw you escape through the back door.
new year, new you,,,,,,,
ITS SCARA’S BIRTHDAY WHOOOOOOO 🥳🥳 thank you for being born you have infested my thoughts for the last year and a half like a cockroach and i literally cannot get rid of you no matter what i do <3
kleinstar:
“ Um… I mean… “
Eiden looks at the flowers like he’s looking for support but of course none comes. The flowers stay down and no miracle cure happens either.
“ Well, you know when plant has weak stem… as it can’t stand up it’s.. “
“ T…tied up to the thing that’ll support it but uh, maybe that’s just for the bigger flowers? So uh. But hey they’ll… it’s just few flowers right? There’s like tons of more out there right..? So isn’t it fine maybe its like… invasive species or something! “
“right.”
he’s thoroughly unimpressed, arms crossed and brow raised in response to what can only be described as the ramblings of a fool.
for extra judgmental effect, he lets that single word linger in the air between them, only continuing when it’s been silent for a beat too long. “by that logic, if a group of people living here suddenly died, it’s fine since there’s tons of us, right?”
of course, he’s aware that the comparison of plants to sentient beings doesn’t hold up in a proper argument, but it’s no longer only an argument about the ruined flowerbed. now, it’s something more -
it’s about seeing how far an idiot can put their foot in their mouth by being difficult.
“i feel like we’d qualify as an invasive species.”
