-> Confidently strolling through the grand capital city, hand in hand with your younger sister, you both search for the best treats to bring back to the Children of Echoes.
"Hey, 〔Name〕?" Kachina calls out sweetly from behind you, "What kind of candies should we buy this year?" She asks.
◇ You hum at the question, inquisitively bringing a hand to your chin.
"I dunno," — "What kinds do you like most?"
"Eh? Why are you asking me that? We can't just buy candy based on my personal preferences! We need to get something that everyone will enjoy!" The girl protests, pointed ears falling flat.
"After what Cauich did last year? I think we couldn't pick something worse. It's only up from here, Kachina,"
-> Kachina is fun to shop with, but the main issue with her is that she's so very indecisive when faced with multiple choices.
◇ Poor girl just wants to buy the candy that'll make everyone happy... even if she knows such a thing doesn't exist.
◆ So, you'll be doing most of the actual picking and choosing.
◇ Kachina's still really helpful to bring along, though! She remembers everyone's preferences, and has an oddly good taste in sweets. She's wonderful company, too.
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-> Honestly, let's face it. Mualani's the type of girl who'd be dragging you halfway across Natlan, just for a bag of chocolate, as soon as October rolls around.
-> The People of the Springs are big party people, after all. So, obviously, all of October is like a nonstop festival!
◇ If you're picky about what kind of treats you want to buy, then you have to get them as early as possible. And while Mualani is more than willing go out to get whatever you want, she can't guarantee that they'll stay fresh up until the 31st.
"Dude, this is absolutely insane.." You gawk at the village. How the hell do they even pull off this kind of stuff so often?!
"I know, right? We finished decorating even faster than we did last year!"
◇ It's barely been a week, and the entire tribe has finished decorating for Halloween. Sure, everyone else in Teyvat is already almost fully decked out, too, but the People of the Springs just do it different.
◆ They're like those neighbors with the crazy lights and animatronics. The ones that somehow only have two people living in that house and give out the best candy.
"Oh, by the way, 〔Name〕, this season it's my turn to buy the treats. Do you mind coming along?" Mualani asks sweetly, holding up a small pouch of Mora and smiling towards you.
"Oh, sure! I'm always down to grab some chocolates."
◇ You both end up buying out the entire fucking store.
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-> FIGHTFIRSTTHINKLATER— oh nvm it's just fucking 〔Name〕 again
-> That's basically Blade's thought process as soon as you reach out from your cover to grab the old swordsmith's ankle.
◇ You nearly lost a few fingers that day.
◆ But, in all honesty; even though Blade quickly notices it's just you, the Mara within him quickly writhes and swells as his heartbeat picks up.
◇ If you're good with words and/or follow the Path of Abundance, you could probably calm him down yourself... safer to go run to Kafka for help, though
◇ As soon as you jump out from your hiding spot, Kafka will literally go still and deadpan towards you, before giving a little 'oh, nooo,' and continuing on with her day.
◆ It's not her intention to be rude or dismissive, but for once Kafka is genuinely unsure of how to give you a satisfying reaction– but trust me, if she did, she would at least try to put on a more dramatic act for you.
-> A little different from the others... — Silver Wolf doesn't ever go outside to touch grass, so you have to play by her rules and somehow beat the intergalactic hacker at her own game.
◇ You don't have to do anything crazy or over-the-top to get her. If your acting is good enough, something as simple as the maze game should be more than enough. Just have good execution.
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"WOLFY!! Can you help me play test a few levels?!" You call out to your chosen victim before turning back to the pc monitor.
◇ Even though you had to pour your heart and soul into making your code, you were confident a simple screamer would do the trick.
◆◇◆◇◆
◇ Yeah ofc it worked.
◆ SW falls for it immediately; playing along absentmindedly as she wiggles the avatar around— only to scream bloody murder as the jumpscare pops up.
◇ Will scold you for doing that, before lightly punching you with a shaky hand.
-> Tbh Firefly probably has the best reaction; thoroughly spooked and startled in the moment, but not genuinely terrified. She ends up laughing along, too.
◇ Just... don't do it while she's within SAM, otherwise they'll just instinctively lob you in the cranium.
◆ Sorry, that's the rules. Either no scaring SAM, or garner an impressive bruise on your forehead and a concussion.
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What in the fiery pits of hhhigh heels is all that ruckus...
-> Boothill groans, sitting up in bed. It's unusual for him to wake up at such atrocious hours of the night... but the sounds of pots and pans clanging from downstairs hold the tired fragments of his mind hostage.
'...Eh. whatever. It doesn't matter that much,' Boothill concludes, covering his ears and drifting back to sleep. A little noise wouldn't stop him.
'Wait what if 〔Name〕 got hurt?!'
◇ Suddenly bustling with energy, the cyborg rips himself from the enticing warmth of his blankets and jogs toward the symphony of metal scraping against metal.
"〔Name〕 Are you alrig—" Boothill cuts himself off, locking eyes with you. The kitchen is a hot disaster; with flour, dough and other unidentifiable substances coating the counter tops. "..... What the fudge happened here, buttercup?"
◆ You stare across the room with minimal shame, eyes flickering pass the platters, some stacked with freshly prepared goods, and others, picked clean.
"I got a little hungry. Thought I'd get a midnight snack!" You smile back at Boothill, and then continue stirring at whatever catastrophe is being born on the stove.
"A LITTLE hungry? It looks it looks like Thanks-forkin'-giving in here!"
You only offer another shameless smile towards Boothill, and the Galaxy Ranger sighs in defeat. "Aeons... what am I even supposed to do with you, 〔Name〕?"
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[A/N]: [tiny bit of writers block today, so I'm just writing about you and Blade vibing and partaking in some sweet disassociation and sensory deprivation]
-> You yawn, stretching out along the floor and lazily staring up at your teammate, Blade. You both had just returned from a long mission– which was obviously successful — and the strain from the daunting task has noticeably taken it's toll.
"Duuddeeee... I'm absolutely drained, but I've got another script to act out tomorrow. Any tips to help unwind, before I burn out completely?"
◇ You don't exactly get a response from the mara-stricken man, only receiving a low grunt.
"Blade, don't be like that. Please don't go nonverbal on me... please, I'm so bad at body language. . ."
◆ Another grunt :(
◇ Before you get the chance to complain any more, your companion stands up and makes a beeline towards the door... and then he leaves. You can't say that you're surprised, but it's still disappointing.
◆ But, like, whatever. It's not really a big deal. You roll onto your side to block out the overhead light, not really in the mood to get up and turn the lights off yourself. The ground is cold; soothing the coat of bruises sprinkled across your body.
◇ After a few minutes, just as any thoughts in your head seem to finally calm, the door opens again and the light switch is flipped carelessly. You snap back to reality and sit up with a wince.
"Ughh.. aeons, what do you want— oh." It's just Blade again. His hands grip relentlessly onto two pairs of probably innocent headphones— (which, no doubt, belong to Silver Wolf; considering the purple stickers littered across the matte plastic shell).
◆ Blade stiffly tosses a pair into your lap before lying down next to you. No words are exchanged as you put the headset on and collapse against the floor. An unfamiliar, yet oddly nostalgic, tune plays gently through the speakers.
◇ You close your eyes, basking in the sheer nothingness.
◆ On the other side of the room, Kafka lights a candle and stares at the two of you like you were both deranged.
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-> The next day is just as chaotic as the last. As soon as you thought you'd be free from running across Fontaine, you end up getting dragged throughout the Court of Fontaine, by your wrist, for more errands. Oh goody.
"Lyney, where are we even going?" You ask, stumbling to keep up with the magician. His strides are quick and precise; this route must either be premeditated, or he's on some kind of deadline.
"Nowhere super important! Just picking up sweets before you leave for the land of eternity!" He calls back, panting heavily as his high heels dig into the ground unceremoniously.
"IF IT'S A GIFT FOR ME THEN WHY DO I HAVE TO COME ALONG?!"
◇ You get no response from Lyney, as he barrels into a small bakery and slamming the door behind him. Sliding to a stop, you reach out to the rounded wooden door...—
◆ Bruh
◇ It's locked.
◆ WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME ALONG ONLY TO GET LOCKED OUT?
◇ With an indignant scoff, you grab your expectations and sit on the nearby railings. The neighborhood close by wasn't interesting, itself, but you can't help but notice some of the decorative choices.
"............."
"Are those Christmas decorations?"
◆ No doubt about it, the reds, greens and golds peek out from a few houses, and blur together with the haphazardly placed ornaments.
"Are those Christmas decorations? In the middle of October?" A familiar voice breaks the silence. Lyney seats himself next to you and stares down at the monstrosity.
"Yeah. Uhh.. can we go home now?" You turn towards your brother.
"Wait! But you didn't even pick what sweets you wanted!"
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-> When painting your face, Albedo is completely his zone; delicately gliding the pigmented brush across your skin with a steady hand.
◇ The prince's brow furrows in sheer concentration at each light stroke that appears on your cheek.
"〔Name〕, it's lovely that you're enjoying yourself, but I need you to calm down; your movements are making this an increasingly difficult task," Albedo chides, yet he makes no attempt to placate you.
"Maybe I'd be calmer if you'd hurry up; it's been like half an hour already! We're not making a masterpiece on my skin!"
The homunculus chuffs, "I would have finished sooner if you weren't shifting into different positions every two minutes"
-> When you're painting his face, however, Albedo is stiff as a rock. He's sitting upright, unmoving. You have to check every few minutes that he's still like... alive.
"〔Name〕, is everything alright? You're a lot more energetic today than usual," the alchemist inquires, teal eyes idly following the vibrant tipped brush hovering right above his skin.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Also, could you please breathe more? Your lung capacity is beginning to worry me.
Albedo deadpans for a moment, before raising an eyebrow, ". . . And.. what is that supposed to mean? My breathing patterns haven't changed, let alone stopped, since we sat down,"
"I don't know, man, just breathe better!"
◆ Albeit a bit more exasperated than intended, Albedo takes a deep breath in, and then slowly exhales.
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-> You can't help but laugh to yourself, watching the boys fumbling over the dirt stained silks and torn cotton. Razor never learned to sew, and Bennett always managed to prick himself a thousand times before even threading the needle— this left you with most of the work. But, even still, you tried to drag your friends into joining the fun – even if they were tearing all of your expensive fabrics to shreds.
"I can't believe you guys are making me be the elderly turtle..." Benny whined, securing the puffy cape to his body and looking into the mirror.
The stripes and markings on the rounded robe were rough and jaggedy, and the coloring felt off... but it was certainly better than the other members of your little trio could do.
You barely spare the boy a glance as you snip away tufts of faux fur from the pointed ears you'd lovingly handcrafted. "Don't touch that, it isn't done yet—"
"-Plus, at least your character isn't directly stated to have been killed by the wolf and princess, and eaten as an appetizer. You might have lived! Sounds pretty lucky, in my opinion~"
◇ Razor stares on horrified.
"Wait– the wolf eats your fox in the book?! But Razor doesn't want to be a mean person who hurts you!"
-> As you thought, it took nearly all day to complete the scrappy little cosplays, but they were made with love and that's (probably) all that counts.
◇ Running along to the Prinzessin's abode— or Amy's house, as her parents insist— doesn't take long, even with Bennett seeming to experience all five stages of grief as he nobly collapses in on himself and gets jumped by a toddler.
◆ You knock on the door, watching through the window as the final member of your quartet scrambles to answer.
"What ho, my dearest familiars! It is a joy to see thou hath all arrived here swift and safely!" Despite her haughty words, Fischl's smile is genuine and kind as she invites you all inside.
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-> The first time the discarded puppet had met you, he could immediately tell you were different from humans.
◇ They didn't think you were weird, or anything! He wouldn't dream of doing so. But the Kabukimono couldn't help but notice the differences between you and the residents of Tatarasuna.
◆ From the deep dips between your ball joints, or the janky way you seem to carry yourself– to the unnerved reactions among the nearby villagers. People seemed... afraid of you.
◇ Niwa would say that people were nervous around you because you would act in a very 'unnatural' fashion, but the Kabukimono doesn't feel anything off about you.
◆ If anything, the wandering eccentric felt somewhat of a kinship with you; two marionettes without strings, with no purpose and no puppeteer.
◇ Unfortunately, you didn't stay long. After only a week, you disappeared again without a trace– leaving Kabukimono alone again as the furnace finally ignites.
-> Centuries pass by with the slow drag of time, the following memories haunting the witness for eternity. Scaramouche was sure that doll he had met all those years ago must've died by now– if they were ever real, in the first place.
◇ However, life never ceases to surprise the Balladeer, fate dragging you two together again. With the same arrhythmatic, sluggish motions, Scaramouche sees you limping through the frigid Snezhneya. You haven't changed a bit.
"Hello, [Kabukimono]! I love you!" the familiar, prerecorded voice line rings through the Balladeer's head like a siren. Gods, how he hated that name. "I missed you! You look d̷i̸f̴f̷e̴r̴e̷n̸t̶-beautiful!"
◆ Yes, indeed; the innocent boy you'd met back in the once quaint and cozy Tatarasuna is different now.
-> Even after being erased from Irminsul, the entirety of his old existence lost to time, the Wanderer still runs into you regularly– despite his best attempts to avoid all remnants of his forgotten past.
◇ It's like a curse; the Wanderer tries to avoid you like the plague– once, he was frustrated enough to contemplate just killing you on the spot— yet you always seem to cross paths with the puppet boy.
◆ At some point, even Buer takes interest in your constant encounters. You're friendly, and clearly express interest in the anemo wielder– the small god can't think of a reason why Wanderer wouldn't give you a chance.
◇ Hence, leading to current situations; where you're both forced to interact.
"Hello! I'm 〔Name〕! I love you!" The familiar, scripted phrase leaves your lips. Wanderer can't help but absentmindedly wonder if Nahida would be capable of giving you free speech– or, at least, more voice lines. "What's your name?"
He scoffs, hearing the click of a Kamera, and a faint glow from beneath your eyes. You're recording him. "I don't really care; refer to me however you want. If you must put a name on paper, then just call me Hat Guy,"
◇ You beam at the puppet, glossy eyes sparkling. Gods, you're never gonna leave him alone, are you?
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-> Hello! Wenut here! I'm sorry that day 14 isn't a fic like every other day has been, but I'm so very tired as of when I write this; not much you're going to be seeing for the rest of Flunktober. This is the end of the month, I give up. Longer explanation UTC.
-> You don't really know what to do for Shenhe.... so you just stand behind a corner with a hiluchurl mask and jumpscare her.
◇ ...Which was a terrible idea because Shenhe is NOT known for being particularly passive. The girl's first reaction is to immediately sucker punch you, square in the face.
◆ You fall to the floor, ears ringing and vision blurring, and then pass tf out. Was she wearing her red ropes? Cuz fuck... that hurt.
◇ BREATHE BRO BREATHEEEE
◆ By the time you come to, you're in Bubu Pharmacy, with a worried Shenhe, and an amused Baizhu.
-> Xianyun has recently taken on the habit of photographing her kids... so, being the loving disciple you are, you replace every framed photo in her abode with the most unflattering picture of yourself you could find.
◇ ...It takes her about two days to notice.
◆ You get the earful of a lifetime as soon as bird mother realizes what has happened to all of her beloved pictures. Return them right this instance!!
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-> Given that Halloween was right around the corner, it was time to decorate the Hotel Bouffes d'Ete for the month. Everyone usually takes turns embellishing the grandiose common room– but, the rest of the building currently required more attention; 'Father' was returning soon, and many of the halls required quite a bit of cleaning. This draws most of your siblings' attention to cleaning and decorating the other rooms; leaving only you and Lynette to tend to the main room.
◇ It's not like you're complaining, though– you get along quite well with the catgirl! The both of you get to put on some music, and just work in peace and quiet.
"Lynette, could you pass me a few more of those little ghost figurines? I wanna make them circle the cage, like a cult..."
Lynette side eyes you from across the room, staring at you, as if you were some kind of a serial killer, "You're very strange, 〔Name〕,"
◆ Regardless of your sister's remark, she still moves along to your side, wooden carvings in hand, and watches intently as you enclose the miniature monster-filled cage; completely surrounding it.
"It's beautiful..." you murmur, eyes shining.
"I'm not sure it fits everyone's style, but it's certainly interesting. Regardless, it's not an issue; as long as the both of you are having fun," a third, deeper voice pipes in.
◇ You and Lynette whip around to face the voice, eyes wide. 'Father' smiles down at the two of you, gently petting your heads.
"Lynette, 〔Name〕, you've done well furnishing the family room. Did you achieve this by yourselves?" 'Father' asks, her scrutinizing gaze flickering across the cozy lounge, now adorned with various little decorative trinkets.
◆ The poker-faced cat is first to reply, nodding her head quickly.
"Yes, they're ensuring that every inch of the household is in tip-top shape for you, and the Fair Lady's, arrival."
◇ Arlecchino nods, sparing the two of you one last glance before turning to leave. There are other children to check up on, after all. Before 'Father' disappears into the side hallway, she calls out a last order.
"By the way, 〔Name〕, be sure to pack up your belongings tonight–La Signorawill be picking you up tomorrow morning, and you'll both be going departing for Inazuma this weekend,"
◆ You sigh, but nod along regardless. Working under the harbingers is not fun, regardless of whom it is, and you were hoping to enjoy your vacation a bit longer.
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-> You aren't actually sure what you're doing at first. In actuality, Hu Tao merely invited you to Wuwang Hill to help her with some work. Next thing you know, you're acting as some kind of counselor for lost spirits to help guide them to the afterlife.
◇ Many ghosts have many regrets and worries, and you have to end up playing therapist while Hu Tao leads them between the borders of life and death.
◆ You don't even get a chance to sleep... at this point you might just fall over and become one of the wayward souls residing within Liyue. — You'll definitely haunt Hu Tao as soon as that happens.
◇ By the time the manager's work is finished, the sun has risen again... and the breakfast menu is probably gone by now....
-> So... let's assume you're both exorcists. Two homeowners didn't communicate with each other and both consulted different exorcists for the same issue; the pair's home is absolutely swamped with spirits.
◇ Immediately you can sense the boy's abundance of yang energy, but you ignore it at first. You both walk inside and go seperate ways. All is going normally... and then all of the ghosts go scrambling towards your side of the house.
◆ Of course, you let out a lighthearted laugh at the predicament; you've been in the industry for a long time; you know what these spirits are afraid of.
◇ Regardless, you finish up your job, and then go towards Chongyun to report to him.
"Chongyun, I think I've got them all. Thanks for your help! I'd love to work with you again," you shake the young exorcist's hand, struggling to hold back your giggles.
The poor boy's eyes widen considerably, before he deflates like a balloon, "Really?! You managed to do it so fast! I wasn't even able to even find a single ghost– let alone exorcise it..."
◆ Oh. He's insecure.
"That's nothing to be upset about, buddy! With this kind of work, the less spirits you find, the better– as long as your inspections are thorough."
"Yeah... I guess. But, all my training feels useless; I've practiced for years, only to have never exorcized something before.."
You hum in acknowledgement, holding out one of you business cards for Chongyun, "Tell 'ya what, let's work together; you'd probably be able to work better with some of the more aggressive entities. I can refer you, or recruit you along. We'll split the pay, too."
◇ Chongyun stares at your hand for a moment, before sighing and taking the card.
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-> For at least a few decades now, you've been training under General Jing Yuan of the Xianzhou Luofu; chosen to become his successor as an Arbiter-General– once the time comes for the Dozing General to inevitably retire.
◇ Jing Yuan couldn't be prouder to have you, and Yanqing, of course, as his disciples. However, there's one issue that he can't help but be greatly disturbed by one fact that you refuse to elaborate on.
◆ Approximately once every 29 system days you ask for a break off from everything, and just disappear! While the General can understand that regular breaks are necessary, and that it's important to allow an adolescent to seek their privacy and independence, Jing Yuan can't help but wish you'd tell him where you run off to– or at least what you're doing while you're gone!
◇ So, one day, Jing Yuan sends the lieutenant, and your fellow soldier, Yanqing to follow along during one of these long excursions. The Luofu simply isn't safe for you to be running off alone, as of currently. While the General has no doubts about your prowess– with the borisin running amok, and Hoolay free from it's prison, it's simply too risky to be completely alone.
◆ Yanqing remains crouched behind one of the many large crates, biting back a groan. He had been tailing you for several hours; managing to keep out of sight and earshot as you blazed through Stargazer Navalia– only for you to climb between two stationary blocks, and suddenly halt. You hadn't moved an inch since arriving, and the moon was already rising by now. Were you stuck?
◇ Before the boy can really contemplate your position for any longer, an ear piercing howls ruptures through the mechanical silence– effectively snapping the young Cloud Knight from his mind.
◆ That's your voice.
◇ Grunts, growls, wails, and a variety of sounds escape your mouth as Yanqing rushes from his hiding spot. He can hear fabric tearing and bones cracking— it's one of the borisin, Yanqing's sure of it.
◆ ...But, as the lieutenant rounds the corner, sword pointing towards whatever abomination of abundance could've possibly been there... he nearly runs head first into the fluffy ribcage of some oversized mutt. You are nowhere to be found.
◇ That wolf... while it certainly looks similar to the borisin, it lacks any chains, armor, or even the agonizing stench of abundance. A pair of familiar eyes stare down at Yanqing, scrutinizing.
"...〔Name〕?" Yanqing calls out. Despite his firm grip on his sword, the lieutenant's voice is quiet and meek.
◆ The bipedal beast only approaches, ears falling to the sides of it's fuzzy head as it huffs.
◇ Yanqing holds onto his blade tighter, getting into a defensive stance. Something screams in his gut not to attack– effectively leaving the boy paralyzed; unsure whether to trust his instincts or his common sense.
"〔Name〕?" He calls again, not really sure why. The wolf is practically a hairs width away from him, and you're obviously not here. Is this how he dies?..
◆ ...
...huh? I'm still alive...?
◇ That canine that Yanqing seemed so confident would be his demise moves it's massive maw to lap it's long tongue across the boy's face, leaving a stripe of drool.
"...〔Name〕, is that you?" He asked one last time, and, finally, lieutenant Yanqing gets a response.
◆ thewolf-You howl back, play bowing and rubbing against your dear friend.
Yanqing! Yanqing! It's me!!
The young Cloud Knight lets out an incredulous laugh, hugging onto your head as you yip and bark. "〔Name〕!! Is that you?!" He repeats again and again. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You really scared me, just now!"
◇ Man, you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do, tomorrow.
-> The Arbiter-General paces back and forth within the Seat of Divine Foresight. Neither you, nor Yanqing, returned home that night. And despite Fu Xuan's stiff words of comfort, and awkward smiles, the General can't help but continue panicking. — Both of his disciples are missing. Is this the mistake that'll knock Jing Yuan from his position? More importantly, are the two of you injured? Oh, Jing Yuan, for once, isn't sure what to do...
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◇ The door slams open; Yanqing rushing inside, while you wobble along, yawning deeply. Neither of you look injured, and the General immediately feels a wave of relief wash over him, sprinting over to your sides.
"Where have you two been all night? Did something happen? Was it the borisin? Are either of you hu–" Jing Yuan doesn't even get the chance to finish interrogating, as Yanqing quickly cuts him off, impatient-
◇ Jing Yuan glances towards you, before looking at Fu Xuan for some kind of confirmation. The girl in question doesn't seem surprised in the slightest.
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-> The dialogue above is an accurate representation of your entire experience in the corn maze.
◇ You both miraculously managed to get seperated after being jumpscared by a fungus hopping out of the foliage.
◆ By the time you'd finished screaming bloody murder and running through the pitch black night, you noticed your companion is nowhere in sight.
◇ You try retracing your steps, but only get more lost. You try calling out, and while you do get a response, no matter how much you try to follow her voice, it never seems to get any closer.
◆ You both end up being stuck all night, until the owner of the farm helps you both out the next morning.
◇ ...
◆ The next day, Neuvillette couldn't help but notice how you and Miss Furina seem attached by the hip– more so than usual.
"Sigh... take a turn left, and then we'll pass right by the exit."
-> Zhongli is a tall man– especially if he uses a geo construct– so he has no issue simply seeing over the tall stalks of vegetables.
◇ Of course, you take advantage of this. Especially after the Furina incident
◆ As disappointing as it is for the former geo archon to be reduced to a mere navigational tool, he can't be too upset; he's the one who even suggested going through the corn maze, in the first place.
◇ You both manage to blaze through the field at astronomical speeds– earning you many, many judging stares from parents.
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So basically a title for this is your grandpa wanted to hang out with you and since he’s family you have to tolerate him ANYWAYSSS FURRIIINNNAAAAAAAA AAAAAHHHHHHHH
"Kaveh, please do everyone a favor and stop trying to summon evil spirits in my house,"
"First off, it's our house. Ours. And second, I'm not summoning evil spirits! I'm just playing a fun, festive game."
"I'm truly glad you're celebrating, but I'd rather you not make risky decisions that could effect your health– or, even worse, my quiet time."
◇ Kaveh groans in exasperation, paying his roommate no mind. There's no point in trying to argue with Alhaitham, as the Acting Grand Sage refuses to accept 'no' as an answer.
◆ Placing a hand onto the planchette, Kaveh clears his voice, takes a sip of alcohol, and finally speaks.
"Are there any spirits in the room tonight?" The blonde asks solemnly, his palms trembling, "If so, could you please make yourself known?"
"That is, quite possibly, one of the most stupid thing you've ever said, Kaveh."
◇ Before the architect can refute Alhaitham's statement, the small patchlette suddenly drags itself up.. and up...
"Are there any spirits in the room tonight?" The blonde asks solemnly, his palms trembling, "If so, could you please make yourself known?"
◇ You laugh at the architect's rapidly changing confidence levels; one minute he's boldly searching for ghosts, and then quickly trying to sound polite and non-threatening the next.
"That is, quite possibly, one of the most stupid thing you've ever said, Kaveh."
◆ What is that supposed to mean? Of course there are ghosts here! What else could you possibly be?
◇ Without an inch of hesitation- why would you hesitate? You have nothing to lose– you grab onto the patchlette and yank it up.. and up... towards the-
YES
◆ You watch gleefully as Kaveh practically launches back, screaming in a comically high-pitched voice, while Alhaitham's eyes widen for a brief second.
"...Kaveh, I saw you move your arm. You're wasting both of our time, by messing around like this." Alhaitham quickly returns back to his nonchalant self, placing the blame of your actions onto his roommate.
◇ As infuriating as the Scribe's attempts to make logic are, you can't help but snicker and grab the patchlette again.
I - A-M - H-E-R-E
◆ Okay.. Now you have the Scribe's attention. He fixes his posture to sit upright, eyeing the board cautiously.
"See?! I told you it would work!" Kaveh beams, scrambling back into his seat with a prideful grin.
"I never said it wouldn't work, I merely said that I didn't want any malicious entities in my home."
I-M - N-O-T - M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
You scoff at the assumption, adding a frowney face to prove your point.
"They're not malicious; they said it themselves,"
"Oh my archons, you're so gullible.." Alhaitham sighs and puts his book away, before slamming his palms onto the table and pointing threateningly at the patchlette— all while maintaining that blank, almost bored, expression. "You. Name, age, cause of death."
◆ Kaveh falls off the chair again, an indignant snort escaping his lips as he bursts into cackles. — Meanwhile Alhaitham looks like he's about to bring you to your second afterlife.
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"A-Are you sure you want to bring me along..?" Huohuo asks you, her voice trembling as she stares at the loud, flashy, blood-covered attraction with trembling eyes. "But, I'm such a scaredy-cat... what if I scream or somehow get separated and ruin the whole night?"
Placing a comforting hand on the petite foxian's head, you try and quell her worries while continuing to urge her inside, "Ohh, Huohuo.. You don't have to worry so much; you're supposed to scream. It wouldn't be a haunted house if it wasn't scary!"
"Plus, what's there to be afraid of when you have me by your side? Just hold my hand, and I'll protect you!" You strike an exaggerated pose, smirking at Huohuo. With a sigh, the girl caves and you both run over to the attraction.
-> You flinch as one of the actor's suddenly jumps out from the bridge you were standing on, climbing along the aged oak in an animalistic fashion.
◇ While you smile and laugh, tightly clutching your foxian familiar's hand as you continue onward, the judge, herself, seems to have some other opinions.
◆ As soon as the two of you finally finish the fest of jumpscares, Huohuo's almost immediately standing on her tiptoes and whispering into your ear.
"〔Name〕... that haunted house was really scary, but... I couldn't help but notice that some of the actors weren't acting like the type of ghost they were dressed as," Huohuo points out, beginning a long spiel of the differences between different spirits.
◇ You can only deadpan at the spiritfaring girl as she rambles on, not understanding a word she says. At some point Mr. Tail comes out, only to join you in your confused staring.
"—And the difference between a wraith and a poltergeist is significant enough that I just don't understand how they could try and pass one as the other!" Huohuo eventually finishes, before whining in frustration and meandering towards one of the food stalls, "It's just absurd, isn't it?"
◆ uhhhhh....
"Yeah! It is pretty odd, I suppose..." You mindlessly agree, watching the heliobus return to his host. You follow after the possessed pair, and go get some food.
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-> You scan through the multitude of intricate costumes, sighing when nothing specifically catches your eye. You'd probably just have to craft your own ensample again.
Regardless, you turn towards your best friend, Fischl, and quietly call out to her. "Meine Dame, I haven't found anything good over here. Any luck on your end?"
The Prinzessin sighs mournfully, putting away whatever dress she had been eyeing just a moment ago and shrugging, "In spite of one's utmost effort, I, too, bear no fortune in my finds," "Let us make haste in our pursuit; the shops in this area are vast, and time is nigh dwindling!" She ushers, before smiling and running off somewhere.
"Mein Fräulein means to say 'let's keep searching, we don't have all day'," the night raven clarifies, before following after their companion.
◇ The setting sun beams down on Teyvat; letting every resident of this lush planet bask in it's radiance one last time before night inevitably falls.
◆ You and Fischl slump over, having found no success, despite the several bags in your arms. Oz seems to take notice of your low spirits, and the generally poor mood.
"Mein Fräulein, Fräulein' Kameradin, please, do not fret. You both have had fun today, have you not? More so, with everything you've already bought, you could always create your own costumes."
"But we always make our own costumes! I always make our costumes," You whine, earning yourself a shameless snicker from the girl to your left.
"Hey! What are you laughing at?! I've been suffering with making you costumes for the past 5 years!!" Dramatically grabbing onto Fischl's shoulders, you shake the Prinzessin back and forth as she laughs at your ever suffering.
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