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@reallyrandomtj
‘Hello sweetie ~ Remember, I am always watching.’
Main Muse: Kafka ( Honkai Star Rail ) Written by: TJ Current Status: Active ( Slow on RP replies )
RULES | MUSES Muse icons are from various sources PLEASE NOTE: No art used here is my own!
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@reallyrandomtj continued from here ♥
She snorted. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. I wasn't planning on carrying you all the way back just because you had to go and use that form." Sera waved aside, not really minding his arm around her. There was no need to strain himself like this when they could have plenty of fun with his vision and delusion forms. Plus, he'd be out of order for unnecessarily long after; it just wasn't worth it in her eyes.
The kiss that followed, made her blink though. What was that for now? Was he that excited about their match? "Is kissing your comrades a shneznayan thing or a tartaglia thing?", she teased with a small grin.
"Mhhhh.... dinner sounds perfect. I could eat a whole Tatankasaurus!" Her mind immediately focused on the promise of a free dinner instead of anything else. Looking up to Childe acting aso friendly she found that she didn't mind being so close to him at all - even when they weren't crossing steel with each other.
"A Tartaglia thing ~ A gesture of 'thanks' for the good fight."
Thankfully it wasn't a Shneznayan thing, think the Harbinger would prefer to kill himself before even consider kissing any of the other Harbingers - Childe would much rather fight and test his strength against them instead. A slow shake of his head was the result of that so his focus shifted back to Sera and the mention of a Natlan creature.
"A Tatankasaurus? Never seen one myself but I've heard stories and the bits and pieces you've told me about the Saurians of Natlan. Looks like we might have a topic of conversation at the dinner table?"
Childe chuckled, he could probably talk her ear off if Sera let him ramble on especially if it was about his own family.
@reallyrandomtj asked : Kaveh for Sera ~ Kaveh hadn't looked only heard someone approach, he was busy sorting some books on the shelf, mumbling that 'can no one put books back correctly?' under his breath! "Pardon me ~ Could you pass me that book on the table, please?" He requested politely, as politely as possible for someone that has their back to the newcomer that they requested a favor from. Once Kaveh had a hand free he reached out to receive the book ONLY THEN did Kaveh finally turn to greet the other with a smile.
𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔞 spotted the architect from across the room. Maybe it was his golden hair, maybe it was the aura of frustration that made her approach with a curious smile on her lips. What was it this time?
She opened her mouth already to ask what was up, but he was faster. Closing it again, she turned her attention to the stack of books that was still on the table behind him. Which one of these? Sera took the one laying on the top - The Folio of Foliage II - not exactly material about architecture. Was he designing gardens now, too? She would gladly give her hobby-gardener expertise if he wanted it; in case he was planning to plant something from Natlan. Hmm, maybe she should read up on Sumeru's flora, too.
"Here you go." She handed him the book. "Were you researching plants?", Sera asked, returning his smile when he finally looked at her. One after the other, she passed the other books to him too and watched him put them back into the shelf.
"You're welcome." Canting her head, she looked him up and down. The poor man looked stressed, but what was new? "Do you want to go get a coffee with me? Or go on a stroll? You look like you could need a break... and some sunlight." She wasn't trying to insult him, he just looked tired and pale... Whenever she was stressed out, she would always exhaust herself with sports, followed by a bath in the hot springs; perfect for regulating hormone levels and get rid of unnecessary cortisol. But Sumeru didn't have any hot springs, right? Not as far as she knew.
Following her own jumping train of thought, she spoke her mind without explaining first, as she often did. "Hey, maybe you should build a hot spring to relax in?"
"No, I am only trying to clean up someone else's mess... I do find plants fascinating and I try to put them in with my designs but unfortunately my clients don't give me full creative freedom half the time and I'm stuck putting plants in areas they won't thrive in for long."
He spoke while placing the books back in the correct place, giving a nod of appreciation each time Kaveh was handed a book. Once everything was done, Kaveh took a step back from the shelves and dusted his hands together with a sigh of relief then turning completely to face the lady that helped make the job easier to complete.
"A stroll and some coffee does sound nice ~ Sorry, your name is? My name is Kaveh ~ Thanks for helping me out here-- Build myself a hot spring? HAH! I wish I could afford that luxury."
Kaveh laughed but not in a mocking way at the suggestion, he didn't think his current house mate would appreciate the sudden appearance of a hot spring in the house - he hadn't had a commission to build a hot spring in a very long time... Kaveh did know where a few were though!
The 'ban' or denial of kisses didn't last long at all but that wasn't the main focus for Childe at this moment, Eros appeared genuinely upset even if it wasn't directed at the Harbinger... the earth meant a great deal to the sovereign of that element and he could understand it.
"Yeah. I'm done training for the day ~ Sorry for getting carried away and hurting you. Am I forgiven? If so, lets do something you want to do, how about that?"
Childe sat down next to Eros, on the rock, trying not to take much space as he could; hard to do being a tall mortal man.
A mysterious force and a possibly lost army. That was quite the predicament, if true. Cyno had gotten lost from time to time, particularly in his early years venturing outside of Sumeru, but even with that experience, he couldn't really imagine what it had to feel like to be thrown in another world entirely, just like that.
Someone could, but alas, he'd been the one to meet this man.
"Well... At least it doesn't sound like the doing of the Abyss Order. Blinding light isn't something they are known for." He said, thinking aloud rather than expecting Jing Yuan to understand. "Knowing this is both a silver lining and a regrettable discovery."
Cyno paused, in deep thought for a minute, until he finally shook his head.
"I will decide what to do with you later. For now, I must treat you as I would any other individual lost in the desert." He said, uncrossing his arms to motion with one hand to the side. "It's not safe for you to stay here, so follow me. We'll be heading for the closest shelter."
At the mention of the Abyss order, it didn't sound familiar to him but it may become known the more he learns about this world... until then, Jing Yuan agreed with Cyno that finding shelter was a top priority by acknowledging it with a small nod of his head.
"I apologize for the inconvenience, but do please lead the way, General. Would you prefer me to call you Cyno? Unless that is reserved only for friends then I can understand and respect that."
Jing Yuan let out a soft chuckle at being told to follow another General, which was rare for him, regardless he would follow Cyno as he moved to make sure the pair reached the shelter safely.
Hallen has curled up to the other. Somebody doesn't want to leave him.
In only a few hours the Astral Express planned to leave Planarcadia, Sunday was bidding the new comrades of the crew a genuine farewell, until the Halovian woman curled up into his side.
"This isn't a permanent goodbye, Hallen. You will likely be the first to know when the Express is within range of Planarcadia by your phone 'exploding' from my messages that failed to send while we were out of range so I apologize in advance for those. But the opposite is also true where I will receive any and all messages you tried to send me... I look forward to reading them before the Express lands here again."
He placed his arm around Hallen, planting a gentle kiss upon the top of her head, hoping that his words and kiss would reassure Hallen. Quietly, Sunday would add 'I look forward to seeing you again' in a whisper.
The tiny Sovereign has come over to watch Childe train. Tail wagging absently as they sit atop a rock. Just watching. Waiting. They can be patient, though they don't really like to be. Waiting can be boring. But for him, they'll do it. Wait. "Ah! Bad Ajax, no! Don't put the - the arrow in the dirt, it hurts! Nope. Bad. No kisses."
Training, especially with company or an audience, was taken very seriously but he could go a little overboard when trying to show off and today was no exception as Childe attempted to master his bow. Loosening arrows of Hydro at his target 'dummy' at different angles without much thought of where some landed only after hearing his partner called out did he pause.
"Hold up-- an arrow in the dirt, hurts?"
His gaze turned in the direction of one arrow that hadn't fallen apart and was stuck in the ground for a moment before it finally disolved.
"Ah- come now! Don't deny me kisses just because my arrow didn't hit its mark... I am still trying to master the bow!"
He turned to Eros with a nervous chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed that his actions caused his partner to call out in such a manner. Childe would then make his way over to the rock where Eros sat!
"I didn't mean to hurt it... the ground certainly wasn't my target."
Childe attempted to apologize; moment of reflection to remembering Eros was the Sovereign of Geo and he had let arrows rain down upon his partners element just because he wanted to show off a little.
@reallyrandomtj || Continued~
It was a good thing that he'd been turned towards the shelves behind the bar counter, with his back facing Jean as she spoke. Otherwise, she'd have seen the way his eyes rolled.
She had finally dropped the 'Sir', but only to replace it with 'Master Diluc'. Not an unusual way to be called, by any means. Most people addressed him that way, in fact. But Jean was not part of 'most people'.
His gut reaction was to think that she was just using the honorific as a disguise for 'Sir'. Her tone was still that of a subordinate speaking to her superior.
Oh, well... Baby steps, like always.
Diluc chose not to voice his grievance this time, though his shoulders betrayed him, dropping ever so slightly along with his silent sigh.
"You've never been good at eavesdropping, you know? I know you're listening." He said, turning back towards her, placing a bottle down on the counter. With his back straight and crossed arms, he made sure to school his features to a mask of complete disinterest.
"... They keep prattling on about that vigilante. Don't waste your time with that, Jean. It isn't worth it."
A habit Jean had never managed to break when addressing Diluc as 'sir' or 'master' was more of a sign of respect than public display, the Acting Grand Master felt it strange to call him anything else... simply calling him by only his first name felt rude and that she felt he deserved more respect even if his title was no longer a Knight of Favonious, something like 'sir' or 'master' felt appropriate and better than nothing.
"How could I possibly ignore the vigilante? Their reputation within the city at times is almost better than the Knights of Favonious-- originally I had hoped they would join the Knights but after multiple failed attempts to contact them I realized that wasn't the right move. Instead I wish to meet them in person if possible and go from there..."
Jean had regrets, if the vigilante wanted to become a Knight of Favonious surely they would have done so already? Tracking them down to meet them in person was her attempt to apologize and to work together to protect Mondstadt in their own ways just as they have been already. The Acting Grand Master simply wished to find out what rumors were true and, if any, were false so she could be prepared should someone try and tarnish the vigilantes positive reputation. "If I have to follow rumors to meet with them personally then so be it..."
Her gaze shifted from her drink up directly to meet Diluc, Jean had a determined expression and a 'sparkle' in her eyes... something that she often had in her early days of training before becoming Acting Grand Master and while Diluc himself was still a Knight of Favonious.
As she spoke and asked her series of questions, the Arrancar would stop crouching in front of her to instead stretch his back. The way he moved was very much like a large feline. Maybe she'd seen someone move in a similar fashion back home. "Mostly because Hueco Mundo doesn't exactly have the means of importin' furniture." The dragon woman would see just how tall he was before he stuffed his hands into his pockets again and slouched forward.
Showing her around his palace she'd be able to see that while sparsely decorated, he had furniture where it was needed. There were simple, western style beds within the guest rooms, the kitchen was fully decked out, even had a kotatsu and a regular table with chairs. While there wasn't really anything for entertainment inside his place, he could show her how he moved from world to world if he decided to offer her such a thing.
"Nah, the only things that cross my territory only do so every hundred years, and they're a group of Adjuchas and Vasto Lorde Hollows. Nothin' and nobody else enters it so the palace doesn't need defendin'." After all, nobody wanted to offend the King of the Hollows, lest they wish to be left gutless and vanishing into particles as they died. He was King in both title and strength, but Halibel and Nelliel were the ones who spoke to their followers. They were the Queens, or well, Halibel was the Queen and Nelliel was her right hand. He did stuff too, of course, but he didn't like listening to the bitching of the other Arrancar.
"So, through that open curve there, is the bathroom. There's an in ground large body of hot water that has somethin' that keeps it clean. If ya get dirty or bloody, ya get in and the stuff just vanishes. There's also a big standin' shower." How they got water in the desert nobody knew. It was something from Aizen's reign that the remaining Arrancar decided to simply keep. They liked taking baths and showers. He'd lead her to the open door and head out, the stairs were carved from the same stuff the palace was made of. There were claw marks on the walls, showing that he made the place himself.
The first big landing they got to he'd stop and look at her. "Over there is somethin' I like layin' on to watch the moon. Since we have no stars here. Then there's that weird heated table, a regular table, and all the stuff for the kitchen. Off to the left there's a small hall with six guest rooms. They've got the basics. A bed and closet mostly. But they also have a small trunk for whatever." He would answer any questions she had. He could easily get more furniture from the world of the living if he wanted to. He could pay for it and have Kisuke help him move it onto his territory.
Meilu remained quiet during the tour of the palace simply to take in the surroundings and listen to what Grimmjow had to say about the interior of his own home. She was aware of just how tall he was but only when her hand glided over some claw marks on the wall did it really become apparent of their size difference - smaller fingers had followed the marks but had been gentle and careful enough that the touch didn't change or damage the mark that was already there.
"You like watching the moon? If offered, would you want to travel to somewhere that did have stars and a moon that you could watch in relative peace and quiet? You've shown me your home, it makes sense for me to show you mine... be it my 'pocket dimension' or my birthplace... a false sky in the dimension but a real one from my homeland, I don't mind offering both to you..."
She didn't mind which Grimmjow chose, if he accepted the offer. For now, Meilu was fascinated by the tour she was already given. Curious to learn more about the world she had blind jumped into - even if it didn't offer much besides the palace they were already in.
Even as Kaveh spoke, Cyno did not immediately give him his full attention. He looked around, still vigilant, suspicious of his surroundings. They were all the way back to the desert... Who exactly was responsible for all this?
He wished his memories could come back on command, but clearly someone had messed up with his head. And with any luck, Kaveh's, as well.
"... It's all right. I've worked with Alhaitham before. Your 'barking' is quite gentle, if I must compare." He said absently, looking up at the sun, the distant shapes of ruins and rocky cliffs on the horizon.
He wanted to look into these ruins, but he did not trust heading back in with just the two of them, moreover, in their condition. Nobody knew they were here; it would spell disaster if they got caught again inside.
Shaking his head, he made a decision and finally turned to look at the architect. "We're fine for now, but that won't last long if we stay here. We have no supplies to withstand the desert. We need to find shelter and water, lest we get faint."
The General Mahamatra took a deep sigh, feeling his shoulders relax just a little. His adrenaline, at last, was relenting a little.
"And if that happens... We'll be dessert in the desert."
Enough for that horrible joke, anyway. Delivered with his tone flat, his stare serious and apathetic.
"... You know, for the vultures and insects that would feast on our bodies. Dessert."
Call it being too exhausted to make a huff about the sudden mention of Alhaitham, the architect was somewhat relieved to hear his own barking of orders hadn't bothered the Mahamatra like he feared it might, his thoughts were brought back to the present at hearing Cyno crack a joke - a short exhausted laugh was a result.
"You know what-- I'll give you that one, Cyno. Lets get out of here before we're forced to snack on those insects or vultures for survival."
The thought wasn't appetizing at all, Kaveh wished to return to Sumeru City as soon as possible, to inform the others of what happened and perhaps try and research what he remembered of the architecture within their 'prison' or survival game - it might not lead to the culprit themselves but it looked too modern to be natural with the nearby ruins so Kaveh hoped he could at least find the buyer of materials he recognized to help with any investigation going forward.
"Don't know about you but I am already exhausted.. all I can think of to help is find a higher elevation to survey the area and try to find a familiar landmark to see just how deep we are in the desert... sorry if I'm not much help from this point.. my mind seems to be hyper focusing on the interior we escaped from-- it feels familiar, like its on the tip of my tongue but can't be certain of my sources yet."
Last thing Kaveh wanted was to 'frame' an innocent architect so he wanted to make 100% certain of who commissioned and built that hideout which looked attached to ruins of some sort until he found the current owner which could be the culprit that targeted him and Cyno; what was worrying was motive for all of this craziness - especially for someone trying to kill the General Mahamatra!
I am here to try tackle some drafts ~ not sure how long or how many I will be able to reply too as my state has been hit by a large storm system that has led to flooding and black outs. Since I am new to the area I am trying to remain vigilant and hoping the suburb I now live in doesn't become one of the flooded ones--
Me: Got Mortenax Blade then sighs "I am at 5 pity for the light cone banner. I hope Blade doesn't push me to hard pity--"
*-Blade Light cone shows up at 8 pity-*
Me:
Serval in my brain right now
She would have so much fun in Planarcadia and I feel like Hoyo wasted an opportunity for another world to learn about Belobog. Hoyo did it by sending Luka to the Xianzhou Luofu so why not Serval with Planarcadia? A performer, mechanic and scientist.
Let her loose on the mecha's ( to learn new techniques with foreign metals/materials ) or let her rival Sparxie and Fulwish TV with her charm and high energy to help gather wishpower for Caelus/Stelle or even Sunday.
You might be saying 'but TJ how would she even get to Planarcadia?' And I will dramatically point to Sampo, she would absolutely hitchhike.
I have so many ideas for Serval to be at least a visitor on Planarcadia but this is just me missing one Serval Landau ~ like a wishlist moment!
⠀⠀──── ✶ it's his first instinct to snap & bristle like this, even more so at a perceived threat . but the more that Sunday explains himself, explains that the power was more or less involuntarily, the tension in the air begins to ease little by little . he didn't realize exactly how much pain he was in until that tuning had come over him, relieving the ache in his back, the dull pain in his joints, & other ailments he didn't bother to look into . It had been a nice relief .. but it was a matter of principle now, & Anaxagoras was anything if not stubborn .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i see . ❜ he looks over Sunday's face, seeing the genuine emotion across it, how each word is spoken with a level of tooth - rotting sincerity ; & the volatile scholar feels his defenses ease to the ground .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ very well . at least attempt to keep it in control, then . i don't like the idea of my body not being mine to control . pain & all . ❜ the blade - sharp stare of his remaining eye is softer, bit only by a nearly imperceptable degree . ❛ surely i don't need to waste either my time or yours explaining the ' why ' . ❜
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * a light relief from pain & stress .. a siren song, one that Anaxa finds it more difficult to reject . but he was notoriously difficult, even to himself at times .
"I personally don't believe I know you well enough for you to explain to me why you're enduring such pain and pushing your body to such a limit. Perhaps one day things might change if we have enough time to build trust strong enough for you to elaborate... that day may not come but I can accept and respect it, Anaxagoras."
Sunday calmly explained, after all he had done in Penacony, the one thing he didn't want to do was to take away any or all control of someone's own body be it consciously or unconsciously. So the Halovian felt he had much to learn about the control of his own powers - at least the automatic tuning that he had hoped would help others!
"All I request is to have patience with me until I can break this habit of passive tuning that is projected around me in a short radius somewhat unconsciously... it's a little embarrassing that I hadn't considered that someone wouldn't want to have their pain tuned away even temporarily, so this has been a 'wake up' call for me... I should and will thank you."
The thought then crossed his mind, wondering how many people he has passively tuned that wasn't aware it was his doing but also didn't want the tuning done in the first place... a heavy sigh escaped his lips for that thought process alone, gaze then refocusing on Anaxa.
he's so formal, hallen noticed. not that she minded in the least bit. it was actually endearing to see how he was handling this, and she nods as she listens. when he asks her if she would think that, she shakes her head. "i wouldn't have known. knowing your last place, i thought you might be a bit desired by local suitors and bachelorettes. i'm sure the head of the oak family was a prestigious thing to have. you probably had no shortage of marriage proposals, right?"
Sunday would once again slowly shake his head after thinking back to his time as the head of the Oak Family, Robin was out in public more than he was from the very start so all Sunday truly remembers is receiving compliments about how handsome he was but marriage proposals? He hadn't received any in a formal manner.
"If I received any marriage proposals they may have been filtered out by Gopher Wood while he was still active in Penacony... my sister, Robin, probably got a few on her travels but the few I may have received? Could have been played off as humor and the subject of conversation was likely quickly changed to avoid awkwardness... So my question to you, Hallen, do you wish to start a relationship with me? I am no longer the head of the Oak family but for as long as they accept me, I am simply a temporary Nameless, unless the Astral Express crew fully accept me as one of their own."
He considered himself a temporary Nameless until Sunday feels like he has atoned properly for the mistakes he made in Penacony; even if the crew verbally class him as a permanent member it may take him a little longer to accept such a prestigious title while feeling honored.
@reallyrandomtj ( Hyorinmaru! )
G ingerly, as if he had been handling one of his organs, had his sheathed armament been positioned atop the wooden veneer of his office, soon joining it by seating at its rear, legs intersected, back straightened." Hyourinmaru." he calls in a hushed murmur.
" I ask you to reveal yourself. ------ There are things we must discuss ... face-to-face. "
The dragon was 'slumbering' within his weapon, perhaps meditating would be more accurate, until he heard a familiar and trusted voice call his name - even in a hushed tone was heard clearly - without hesitation he would manifest and be standing opposite Toshiro.
"What is it that you wish to discuss, master?"
A brief glance shifted to the sheathed sword upon the veneer in front of the captain, then to Toshiro himself, before calmly shifting his own form to quickly sit down opposite his master to hear him out.
💭 - for a thought my muse has had about yours meme! For... Jean! Come now, acting grandmaster.~ Honesty is key.
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. || Accepting!
"I have always wondered what Kaeya truly thinks of me-- Professionally, we are comrades and high ranking officers within the Knights of Favonious but privately? Am I just the Acting Grand Master to him or could our 'bond' become MORE-- it's embarrassing to just think about-- its hard to know what is going on in that head of his with how he behaves around me... is he happy or suffering? If he is suffering, how can I help him heal from whatever is making him suffer."
