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Jade Sea, Blue Sky
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Outside of a dedicated partnership (aka, a ship), Dan Heng is decidedly single, but far from celibate. As the Nameless' travels take them to planets that often house billions of people each, there's no shortage of those he might have a brief rendezvous with, to relationships that might last a little longer but ultimately end due to the transience of the Astral Express. (And of course, it can't be forgotten that Dan Heng's hypersexuality is oftentimes the driver of these nightly affairs, but never to any lovers' detriment.)
However, there was a break in this trend that was a significant outlier simply due to the sheer novelty of its circumstances.
When Dan Heng entered Evernight's Memory Zone to locate Stelle over a thousand arduous years, fresh off the success of succeeding in Georios' trial to become the demigod of Earth, several circumstances were ultimately stacked against him. He was a newly made demigod with no chance of adjusting to his newfound powers--overwhelmed by the synchronicity he experienced with all of Amphoreus and its life--connecting for the first time with the memories of a dying goddess, all at the threshold of the penultimate battle with Irontomb. Together, all these components created an unusual cocktail that he wouldn't have experienced otherwise.
He wasn't alone in the thousand years he searched for Stelle. Though the time was gradual, he was connected totally to Cerces and her memories. As she grew to trust him beyond the time spent in the Grove previously, Cerces began to physically appear and join him on his journey. The two became traveling companions, united at first by their shared goal of saving Amphoreus: Cerces wanted her home saved, and Dan Heng was desperate to rescue his family. As the long years wore on, they befriended each other, but that closeness evolved into something more. For the new demigod who was the sole witness to the world as Cerces remembered it, as one of the few beings left that could connect to her when so many of the others had died, friendship plunged into something deeper, even codpendent.
The world as they knew it was dying. Although entrenched in the Memory Zone, Dan Heng could feel the last gasps of a dying earth while Cerces mourned how the world and all its hard-fought truths were slowly eroding, as all the memories and legacies of Amphoreus' collective knowledge withered away. They clung to each other. He dreamt of Cerces dying, and she begged him to stay. He dreamt of how she told him to make an arc from her divine corpus to ferry the life of Amphoreus to the stars, and he had. When they awoke to another day of searching, they would embrace for so many reasons. Of desperation, to mourn, to be each other's anchors when they had no one else on the dying earth, simulation or no.
It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say they fell in love. It would have been even more unbelievable to say it happened within a few minutes that stretched over an eon.
But it did happen, even if it was only a dream they shared, in the end.
I will not lie, DH would probably be down for an open and/or swinger relationship with the right partner—
Seems like this time when Qingque stepped aboard the Astral Express, everybody was out doing whatever... but she managed to encounter a familiar face. "You look both engrossed and bored. Impressive!"
"Avoiding work as usual?" Dan Heng guessed laconically once the diviner had made her way to him, also in a rare moment of reprieve wherein he was reading... a textbook. With a notebook loaded with notes scrawled within its pages, an outline for new scientific papers he wanted to put out... Really, his idea of leisure was just more work for people, but that's simply how he preferred it. Idly flipping the page of his book, glancing up once, he nodded in acknowledgment.
"Hm... maybe we should invite the Master Diviner aboard. What do you think? I'm sure... she could use a break, too."
*. ⊹ ✧ — With the Furbos absent on an assignment, the headquarters remains eerily calm. The tanuki-like imagenae liven up the space with their rambunctiousness; a mirror to Caelus. But today, the vessel felt heavy on his creaky rolling chair, as Dan Heng informed ( or rather, reminded ) him of something dire—true, but facing the shared dread without the usual bravado.
🙶 You too, huh⋯ 🙷 Caelus admits, speech weary as his pose. Exhausted from the ordeals, always; energy dial on maximum, cracking jokes, reassurances. But on the eve of Asat Pramad’s appearance, the same dread he experienced not long ago ? All sorts of ugly recollections played in his mind vividly. 🙶 It’s like sleepinwalkin’ through life. Getting from here to there, doin’ stuff, but it feels surreal all the same. Like my brain’s piloted by some thumbnail-sized creature, and I’m just a spectator to my actions. 🙷
Fast-forward. Rewind. Stop. Repeat.
🙶 The only thing you can wonder is: when will the hammer fall ? 🙷
"If... there's one good thing to come of this, we know the routine by now. Once we ultimately defeat Asat Pramad... that should be it." So, some measure of predictability helped, if nothing else. Time had raced by since they'd first arrived in Planarcadia, and frankly, he was tired of this planet and wanted nothing less than to leave. It wasn't out of resentment for the planet or its people, but it was such a hive of the IPC that it felt their presence was constantly a knife trained on their backs.
Which was saying something, considering how they were destined for the lion's den after this.
But still, the idea of taking down their third Lord Ravager didn't usher in the relish of glory that might come with it. All Dan Heng wanted to do after this was hole himself up in the Archives and binge as many articles as he could for the data bank, maybe take some time with one of his divine Corpuses as Georios' Heir and flee to Penacony for a little while, even if the IPC had their hooks in the Nameless' world, too. "Maybe... we should convalesce in Penacony like last time. At least you're forced to feel... 'good' there. Although... I can't shake the feeling that we won't get that chance."
Letting notions of clairvoyance drift away, Dan Heng let himself open up again. "I still feel... hollow. For almost six thousand years, I was Amphoreus as Georios. I'm still trying to fill that hole... but, I doubt I ever will."
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Something that amuses me about DH’s genderfluidity in relation to what form he assumes, and how PT and IL aren’t what they appear. IL feels more affirming for when DH leans more towards femininity, but the Chinese dragon is the ultimate signifier of masculinity in its mythos. Meanwhile, PT is a demigod of creation, likened to many archetypal maternal goddesses across pantheons, but is visibly more masculine in appearance (even if it’s more Chinese-coded than Greek, so the more masculine aesthetics still fit) and where DH feels the more affirmed when he feels more masculine. It’s a funny little thing, really.
There’s one plot I’m dying to do, and it basically goes like this: following As I’ve Written’s mass-publishing across the cosmos, the Preceptors inevitably learn that not only was the condition of DH’s exile essentially voided, but it was done for the world to see. When DH was exiled, one of the conditions negotiated between the Preceptors and JY was the assurance that DH couldn’t unlock the power of the Transmutation Arcanum, a secret passed only between High Elders and incumbent High Elders. However, with incontestable proof that DH not only has the secret of the Transmutation Arcanum, but assimilated a new form equivalent to that of a High Elder, provoking a new conflict and calls for DH’s arrest for violating their conditions. And what were they, you asked? At the time of its negotiation, the Preceptors agreed on the understanding that, as Dan Heng would be born as a new life, unable to remember his past as Dan Feng (despite manipulating Yunhua to do exactly the opposite), and consequentially unable to remember the function of the Transmutation Arcanum, a ritual passed down only between High Elders and their incumbents. But, with As I've Written will incontestably prove, not only does Dan Heng still explicitly possess the Transmutation Arcanum, but assumed a new form equivalent to a High Elder, both which violate the terms of his exile. Long story short, this foments outrage among the Vidyadhara who revive calls for DH's arrest and to try him anew. According to them, it would be for violating the sacred confidentiality of the High Elders' tradition when, in truth, their lust for the Transmutation Arcanum's secrets never waned over the long centuries that passed.
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Vague post is vague, but I'm 100% certain the burden of official AE shovel talker falls on DH as the guard, just saying--
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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?"
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."
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."
"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."
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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.
⠀⠀──── ✶ 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 .. ❜
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."