i soar, pure azure.

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Jade Sea, Blue Sky

Sideblogs: @houyin (Ren/Yingxing), @vanagander (Ashveil), @lordsilenced (Polka Kakamond) Status: Semi-hiatus

[thehairyclaire]

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Mods asleep, post splish splash—

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Okay, no more PT form for now. The emoji pet Stelle got keeps making perverted expressions at him…

[komvineta]

starter call for @reversescale.

after spending time in a horrible prison, nahida got to know a vast world. a distinct beauty, with adults interacting in everyday situations while children played happily and animals relaxed in a cozy sun. this was the liyue region, visiting qiaoying village for the first time without focusing on her duties as an archon. one of her wishes is to be recognized as a common visitor and a future tea enthusiast. she knows it's not an easy task, especially when eyes don't look away from someone who carries such great wisdom. despite these somewhat uncomfortable circumstances, she wasn't disturbed to solve any problems for the citizens.

the first thing the little one noticed was a bookstore called green dragon. such vast knowledge ——— she would appreciate buying some and counted the mora she had in hand. she approached the shop, standing on her tiptoes to find a seller. even though her height is her biggest flaw, there are other ways to get attention, like her voice.

"hello? is anyone there?"

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Clad in a dull, gunmetal green changshan, leggings, and slippers with his hair done up, the Adeptus looked far more dressed down than he tended to. Of course, it wasn't without good reason; for as much pomp as the average Adepti tended to boast in the company of humans, one who had lived among them since he'd been born and didn't harbor the luxury of indifference of his brethren. Burdened by a heavy crate of books, it was set down with a dull thud on the polished wood floors, lacquered like a mirror. It was only when the surge of elemental energy drew his eye that the Adeptus thought, for a foolish moment, that Rex Lapis had decided to race his hovel. Instead, the mysterious guest was equally as shocking.

"Lesser Lord Kusanali?" Dan Heng greeted in surprise as he skirted around the long countertop and met the small Dendro Archon, aware of the state of disarray his store was in. "Please, you must forgive me for not anticipating your arrival. Had I known, you would've been met with more than this hovel." All the same, he bowed neatly from the waist, according the little Archon all the respect she was due. "I'm pleased to meet you, all the same."

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At the mention of the Theroros, Hyacine couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of everyone she had perhaps dealt with him the least, but even she knew of his penchant for becoming overly attached to a few ideas that he would repeat to death.

"Hmm, I think I understand..." Once their world was part of the cosmos they would have much more to deal with and worry about as it's guardians than they ever did while it was a digital garden. Her fingers began to tap against each other as she thought about that. Her confidence in navigating Aphoreus' factions and politics came entirely from the fact that she was someone who could not be ignored on the world; The Chrysos Heir of the Sky, Assistant to the Sage Anaxagoras, Chief Healer of the Twilight Courtyard... All of those things meant much less out there.

She sat up and leaned forward some, propping her elbows on her knees so that she could rest her chin against the palms as she watched the scenery in front of them rather than her companion himself. "Depending on how much authority we have on the new planet... Should we just get rid of any troublemakers who come?" It was such a dangerous line of thought; she knew that, and it was perhaps why she wasn't looking at Dannie right now. Still because it was him she presented the idea regardless of it's danger. "Solving things using words and without hurting anyone is always the best, and small or gradual changes aren't bad, but if there's people who even worry Dannie... They should be blocked or gotten rid of." There were several methods she could think of in order to handle such a thing, though... It wasn't exactly the kind of sky she wanted to be.

Closing her eyes lightly Hyacine sighed, almost resembling Ica for a moment, "This was always something I let Lady Aglaea and the Professor, even Phainon, worry about for me though. I should probably get better at it myself, don't you think Dannie?" With a small laugh she sat up straight, stretching her arms in front her her fr a moment before allowing them to relax and looked at him with a smile, "It wouldn't do if I made a mistake on the cosmic stage."

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"That's my main concern... I know this entity. The IPC claimed credit for the Battle of Amphoreus despite their initial reluctance to take part. They claimed credit after the fact... and ownership will inevitably follow," Dan Heng said wearily, reviewing what he knew of the IPC in his mind, of the tyrannical actions they'd taken in the present, and in the recent past. Belobog, Planarcadia, Penacony... Every planet they had some stake in was as good as their property, no matter how much said planet objected to those stakes. Hell, he still recalled that ploy during the Wardance when the iPC had feigned innocence, using the Intelligentsia Guild as a shield for what had clearly been an invasion attempt. "They don't... honor the authority of those in charge of a planet or community. They only see those people as obstacles to exploit and discard, nothing else." What went unsaid was that Hyacine would be better off not claiming any position outside of what she had, but that wasn't a guarantee for safety, as she was still one of the Twelve Chrysos Heir. As I've Written had long since proliferated throughout the galaxy, there would be no obfuscation of the truth.

"They're not just... a handful of troublemakers. It's like the Black Tide, but conscious. Controlled by thinking, feeling people." And that's what was the most frustrating about it all. No one needed to tell him that there were some good people in their ranks. Still, the grand majority were either chained by a higher power or otherwise unable to act outside of limiting, impossible restrictions. They could rarely deviate without being subjected to some kind of punishment that would bring an anvil down upon them.

It was difficult to describe a capitalistic entity so vast and powerful that the IPC was practically an Aeon in its own right. Multi-faceted, many-armed, with so many minds that it was like the unholy offspring of the Propagation and Voracity, despite claiming to operate under the might of the Amber Lord. Even though Qlipoth rightly ignored them and everything they claimed to do, as it flew in the face of Preservation, an aspect that Hyacine curiously embodied among the Chrysos Heirs.

"I think... your involvement would be necessary. When they arrive and lay their claim... every Chrysos Heir needs to be there to prevent that from happening."

[severinedraws]

BP icon Dan Heng you mean the world to me

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Bad luck for Dan Heng! The next time he comes back to his room on the Express, he will find Rerir asleep face-down on his bed. He may even be snoring.

Ah, but has Rerir also stumbled upon a star-crossed fate? As, upon discovering the Overlord passed out on his futon, he proceeds to transform into his draconic form and subject them to a noodle-y fate. Though not the full scope of his grandeur, the dragon nonetheless coils around them and upon them, cooler temperature abating the furnace exuded from Rerir (nevermind the woefully reptilian inclination to settle where heat was hotter). Settling between muscular shoulder blades, the dragon huffed contently.

[schismatica]

⠀⠀──── ✶ it was probably the most emotionally affected the Sage has looked .. ever . the idea of one of those precious animals suffering, his beloved Dromas, sick & weak, it nearly had the stoic teacher in tears . the amount of work he'd put in for a cure to her ailment was a little shocking, but it really just showed that the ' cold & heartless ' label he was given by those who didn't understand Anaxa was completely wrong .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ so she's feeling better now ? ah ─── ❜ Anaxagoras sighs in relief, duo - tone eye slipping closed . it was as if he were fretting over the health of a loved one . a bit bizarre from an outside view, but rather heartwarming at the same time .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ your help in this matter is irreplaceable, Dan Heng, truly .. ❜

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Dan Heng fell silent for a moment as he concentrated his power, focusing on the Coreflame smoldering in his breast that filled his being with its power. Instead of the cool blues of Cloudhymn he might've utilized, as the Dromases were technically "his" creation, a golden glow emanated from his hand as it touched the tough, leathery hide of the reptile. His observation hadn't just been a fluke, after all, but one sourced from his innate connection with these creatures. The earthy energies circulated, and the Dromas thrummed contently.

Letting his hand fall away, all they could do now was leave the little Dromas time to rest, as they'd done what they could. Fussing beyond what was necessary likely wouldn't do much. In the Dromas' dialect, he repeated that much in a series of hums and grunts, the child blinking owlishly as it grunted back sleepily, lowering its long neck and curling inwards along its tail.

"Mm... not at all, though... we should probably let them rest now."

[crownshattered]

The smirk on her lips grew just a touch. For the databank. Right, of course... Though Kira doubted such an excuse would work on any Bloodhound guards if they were unfortunate enough to get caught. But it wasn't about the excuse itself, was it? No, the joke was a sign of Dan Heng giving into his Trailblazer side, wanting to experience everything the universe had to offer for himself, not just to make notes. Kira was still exploring that new side of her.

After all, she spent most of her life trapped in the Underworld, in the limited spaces the Fragmentum had yet to contaminate. Only now was she allowed the freedom to explore. It was changing her. She couldn't say she disliked the person she was becoming.

" It's like you all seem to say... The universe is impossibly vast. We'll likely never again find a place quite like Dream's Edge. So...yes, we'll definitely need to take pictures, " the young woman added as another smirk tugged at her lips. " Come on. I think I remember how to get to it... It's at the edge of the Golden Hour, unsurprisingly. You'll see why Stelle seems so infatuated with the area. "

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"Alright... you seem to know where to go. Please, lead the way." Dan Heng was content to follow behind Kira, the brunette knowing where to go, when to duck behind the many structures and sculptures to avoid any nosy Bloodhounds, and which pathways were the quickest to follow. Being a Trailblazer often meant knowing when to follow a map and when to follow their own intuition, and this seemed to be one of those times. That, and being a former denizen of Belobog's Underground seemed to have gifted her with a talent for navigation that went beyond even his ability to follow a map to the letter.

When they finally arrived, what greeted them first was the vast, velvety sky yielding to a never-ending dawn that would never arrive, meteors arcing above their heads and forever wheeling towards the sunbeams. Dan Heng had seen dawns like these before, but something about standing atop a skyscraper, above even the clouds stole his breath away. Mesmerized fully, he'd almost forgotten that Kira had spoken until his brain jogged back to keep pace with reality.

"So... it seems like you were right all along. I can see why Stelle likes it here so much," Dan Heng concurred as they stepped towards the railing that seemed like a flimsy barrier separating them from a plummeting drop into the chasms below. "Hm... maybe we should go around and look for clues I can add to the Archives--" Dan Heng stopped himself with a chuff and a smile. "Sorry, sorry. I promise, I'll stop... eventually."

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I think more people should interact with DH in his High Elder AU because he’s the villain and it’s so fucked up and complex—

[grislyintentions]

“There’s no need for thanks, I’d be happy to host you anytime.”

He’d gone to him, freely and of his own volition in his time of grief. Da-ji allowed himself a brief second to feel the satisfaction that comes with that knowledge. Promising. Very promising indeed.

“This way.”

The priest gingerly takes hold of the High Elder’s hand and guides him further inwards.

Although the Preceptors were certainly ‘generous’ enough to offer up an abode for his temporary stay on Xianzhou territory, speaking candidly in such an environment is…less than ideal. No, it’s time Da-ji offered him something he sorely craved: Breathing space. Privacy.

One of the very first things the Abundance Emanator had done upon arrival was to plant a fruitful persimmon tree. Now, he plucks one of the ripened fruits off its branch and takes his time, peeling it section by section to reveal a richly coloured interior.

Da-ji takes a bite of it before he holds the untouched side out towards Dan Heng with an encouraging smile.

“Take comfort, my dear friend. Have a taste.”

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Wordlessly, Dan Heng followed behind Da-ji, more confused despite how common sense told him not to be. How could he not? Kindness, more often than not, was a crop suspended over his head that flicked and whipped him whenever it pleased, forming welts on his ego that had come to learn to distrust it.

He was tolerated, at best. In anything else, he was a vessel for Dan Feng's staggering sin, and little else.

Yet, that couldn't prevent the way Dan Heng soaked up the warmth of the priest's hand, trotting to keep pace with Da-ji's ground-eating strides while keeping his gaze trained on the ground, as if he'd be rebuked for any perceived slights the Preceptors assigned to him so often gleefully and arbitrarily found.

It was only when his hand was released that the Vidyadhara lifted his gaze, too shocked to speak at the innocuous offering. Uncertainty caused him to hesitate at first, but when it was clear there was no ulterior motive, Dan Heng tepidly received the morsel and allowed himself to nibble on it, savoring its juicy, sweet flavor.

"...Thank you, Xiansheng. But... I'm sorry for imposing on you like this."

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He'd paused as he took in just how many of the little creatures had come to call this space their home, a small smile forming as he watched the two he'd been chasing, wobble over to join the rest of their friends. They all looked so content - a part of him was almost even jealous. "I mean, as long as they aren't disturbing you any...I thought people liked peace and quiet while they worked". At times he worried about just how lost he must seem to be to the others, how odd he may sound or behave. Maybe he'd simply over though the issue?

"A-actually, can I ask about something? If you're not too busy of course"

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"These ones seem to prefer peace and quiet... hence why they gather here," Dan Heng explained with an audible levity in his voice, brightening when describing their odd but welcomed circumstances. It was nice to share a living space with living beings, as he felt cut-off without such beings near.

The statement seemed a little rhetorical, but it was Garth's question that caused the Nameless to perk up, electing to stand instead of remaining seating that felt rude to persist. He kept the catcake cradled in his arms, Sesame slightly disgruntled, but fell right back asleep once he knew he wouldn't be jostled again.

"Of course. ...Is there anything I can be of assistance with, Garth?"

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       ❝ oh -- yes, of course. ❞

       shufeng kept a pace behind out of respect ( keeping up appearances ). hands entrusted with life -- growth and bringing joy to others -- folded demurely. her shoulders prickled uncomfortably, and she longed for the sanctuary of her garden, or to be within earshot of a familiar pipa and world-weary voice. ❝ what can i do for you, high elder? ❞

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Ahead of her, Dan Heng's lips thinned into a conflicted line, a faint pucker taking to his brow. This is what they did, the Disciplies, the Preceptors: they found anyone and everyone with a blemish in their records and snatched it up, dangling it like a crop over their heads. It had been how he'd been shanghaied by them, something that had taken years to realize. "There are... samples that need studying. However... I'm not as practiced as you. I'll need your assistance."

[sigrika]

Sorry for posting this again but due to an unexpected vet bill I've been really struggling. (I get paid on the 29th thank goodness.... but for now.... things uh are uh ... bad.)

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@sungracd -- ;

It wasn't uncommon for them to collaborate with the Intelligentsia Guild as they had for ages, but this had a kind of tension even he hadn't anticipated. In the Alliance's endless quest to eliminate the Abundance and its abominations, much of their efforts didn't involve just storming a battlefield against Abominations of Abundance rallied in thick, bestial columns against their own Cloud Knights. It was an ancient planet that had been one of Shuhu's dominions, much in the way Ketu Mirage or Rahu had been, long ago. The hope had been that, through study, they'd be able to understand one of their ancient enemies and one day come to defeat him.

Grounded freight ships and dropships had been temporary arranged as a lab complex upon an open plain, Dan Feng sought an a lab to begin his own work for the morning. Various other scientists had already claimed their stations, leaving room for little else. Yet, when he sighted a workstation with a blond scientist claiming half, Dan Feng made a soft, conciliatory noise. A concession, then.

"...Is this place taken?"

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@reversescale since you liked my morning post about those nicknames: There are in fact layers to the logic behind ren-icknaming Dan Heng, and honestly I don't think she'll ever get rid of "Dannie" entirely for him...

However!! Dráke mou/mas is so on the nose that it's one to get tossed around in a playful and teasing fashion. She would use "my" or "our" depending on who else is around and how he feels about the options. When the Astral Express crew is around it's almost always going to be "mas", where as if it's just Amphoreans or Amphorean Heirs there's a higher chance of her using "mou".

Then, yours specifically would also gain the Gaía mou nickname, with her switching to "mas" only if he shows discomfort with "mou". Unlike Dráke mou this one is pure respect and affection, so it'll end up used in a less playful and more sincere manner. It's the same kind of vibe as when she calls Phainon Ilie mou.