the void queen

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"I love you."

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sirin's quantum diary: november

GOD, you heartless thing,

I too am heartless. The one thing I thought could bring me happiness has been taken away. I loved it, I will admit that now. We had such a short time together, but it was nice. It was nice to be seen again, because if one is not seen, does one even exist? I don’t think so. Not for angels. Perhaps that’s why it loved me too. It was an archangel, after all. It really wasn’t very different from me. Not that it’s worth pondering.

Artemis’s demise was peaceful. My hypothesis is that it connected too deeply with the Sea. It held on as long as it could, glowing blue light in my arms. Its wings twitched, and that was the only way it was able to communicate, but I think I understood. It reminded me not to be too sad, for if I had not taken it in, it wouldn’t have survived for more than a few days. It told me that it was grateful that it got to meet the Queen before it died. It told me that it never needed me to search for a new home for it, because I was its home.

It’s not fair. It wasn’t fair when my friends died before, and it’s not fair now. Does my life have to be endless sorrow? Was it truly a blessing to get a new body? Would I have been happier had my consciousness faded after I died in 2001? Without Artemis, what have I to live for? Beyond that, how could I even manage? I have no sustenance. I am dying too.

There is no more Honkai. There is no more GOD. I don’t know why I continue to write these entries. Perhaps it’s merely for myself. If I am not seen, I can not exist. But I am a Herrscher. I can see myself and be real. I can be my own god . Is that not a good thing? Then again, I still couldn’t revive Agata, Avrora, Galina, Bella…Mama…If I can’t do that, what’s even the point of being a god?

I should save my energy. I don’t want to act recklessly. I still need to survive. Even if I have nothing to live for, I have to survive for survival’s sake. It’s unfortunate. All those people I’ve met in other worlds remind me that life goes on. If I’ve been forgotten by my enemies, then can’t I join them? Can’t I be normal? Do I have to stay the Void Queen? Could I spend my last years as just…a normal kid? Do I even deserve that, after all I’ve done?

-Sirin

[gamer-goo]

It’s not fucking chuunibyou I actually have fucking powers

[violetfoxgirl-deactivated202602]

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The Void Queen: Clockie Cabaret

commission | with Misha

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Sirin sat against the wall of the Sleepless Earl, feeling rather, well, sleepy. She had arrived here just because of the name, hoping it would give her something to do while insomnia plagued her. At least it did something right. She hadn’t felt tired in decades.

The Earl wasn’t lit anything like a nightclub. The light was natural and warm, like sunlight. It was rather offputting, to see this at this hour of the night. At least it wasn’t the accursed fluorescent lighting that they had back at the lab.

Someone on the small stage was going on about some comedy competition. Sirin had been told by everyone she had met that she was incapable of being funny, even before her heart had become obsidian. She didn’t bother listening.

She turned towards the box of props near the corner of the stage. If she got up and walked just a few steps, she could take one. Nobody would notice. She could have something to play with. It was so simple, but anxiety crept up her body as she tried to steel her nerves. 

Sirin frowned at herself. She was the Herrscher of the Void, after all. Keeping her eyes to the ground so as not to experience any gazes, she picked her heavy body off the floor and shuffled over to the box. She sat on her knees in front of it, eyes flicking from item to item. There was a collection of decorated foam balls, a couple of thin metal hoops, and a whole pile of hand puppets of characters that she didn’t recognize. The style of them reminded her of old cartoons, but the design language was foreign to her.

She reached for one that depicted a clock with a hat and a small body. Its face was an actual face, hands poking from its nose. Right before her hand reached it, her knuckles bumped against the hand of someone else. Sirin looked up in surprise and mild fear. Her eyes landed on a strange person with sky-blue hair and large eyes. Something about him felt off-putting to her, but she had no idea why.

“E—excuse me!” She kept her voice quiet, almost hoping that he wouldn’t even hear.

@dreamingclockwork

[spicehill]

[HUNT] - The game is on! The staff have hidden small tokens all over the museum, and there's an exclusive prize for pairs that can find at least 10—small twin statues made out of Geomarrow. Better hurry, though. Seems like a lot of people are aiming for the win.

The crowd outside of the museum had attracted Sirin to stand near the doors and find out what was going on. A staff member had handed her a flyer, telling her to find a partner and prepare to get looking. She backed away silently, trying to avoid glaring at the not-unkind insect that didn’t know her power. She looked down at the small paper, counting herself lucky that she could read the language.

ON THE HUNT! There are 15 Geomarrow statues hidden inside the History and Culture Museum. The first ten pairs who can find at least ten will get an exclusive prize! Don’t forget to spread the word of the Belobog History and Culture Museum across the cosmos!

Ugh. Sirin dropped the flyer on the ground, watching it ride the wind until it finally settled on the stone below her. She had no interest in working with another person on anything, not unless she thought she had something to gain from it. It didn’t even tell her what that prize was. How would anyone find this interesting?

She was about to leave when she caught sight of something else interesting. A man with…canid ears? Did he have a honkai mutation? But she didn’t feel any honkai radiation from him. Out of curiosity, she moved closer, hoping she didn’t tip him off to her staring.

perhaps coming here alone was a poor idea. instead of staying with his companions from the alliance, jiaoqiu took it upon himself to visit the fabled museum in the heart of belobog... and has been browsing around to the best of his ability within, listening to an audio-tour with a headset that never seems to quite fit his ears. a dry, dreary voice that sounds almost used to the cold rings in one ear as he holds it up to try and listen... perhaps it's just the poor fit of his headset that is causing this impression, but he can only follow so much of the exhibits the audio tour is trying to describe.

at one point, he stumbles into something, and realizes he is no longer on the proper path. hand reaches out to grasp onto the nearest thing to hold onto, and he finds what feels like a strange little rock: jiaoqiu mutters something to himself as he sticks it in his pocket. "hm... should bring this to the front desk, perhaps..." instead of fretting with the headset and continuing the tour, jiaoqiu removes it entirely as he turns to try and retrace his steps back to the entrance.

it takes some effort with damaged vision, but when he gets there, jiaoqiu steps up to the front desk to present the rock in question. "excuse me. I found this laying around on a counter of some kind... is it an important artifact?"

the attendant behind the desk sounds a little surprised. "oh! sir, that's part of the scavenger hunt..."

"really? well... I didn't find it on purpose, so I don't believe I should be considered a participant. will you take it, then?..." jiaoqiu offers it out more as an ear twitches, sensing something is a little off nearby, but... he tries to think nothing of it, at least until the attendant behind the desk seems to hesitate.

then, she speaks again --- but not to him. "er... miss, sorry, if you're participating in the scavenger hunt, you'll need to find the geomarrow in the museum proper! this man was just returning a piece he found by acci..."

oh, there's someone next to him. jiaoqiu turns suddenly, then --- mostly a wild guess, based on which ear felt like someone was close by --- and offers the stone out to her. "here, you can take this. they'll just need to hide it again anyway, won't they?"

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Sirin scanned the man up and down before resting her gaze on the geomarrow statue he held in his hand. A piece for the scavenger hunt. She could take it and keep it, but what use was that? A competitive fly buzzed around in her head. She took a deep breath and turned to the receptionist.

"Actually, this man is my partner, and this is the first piece we found." She carefully took the statue from his hand and placed it back on the desk. She tried to suppress a smirk. "I'll be taking all the rest back to you soon.

Thanks," she whispered at her newest pawn. Sirin turned on her heel, not bothering to look at the man's reaction. Unless there was a shift change, she could use this to participate in the hunt without having to work with anyone. That prize would be hers, and if she was feeling generous, she might find the man and share it with him later, but unless he decided he wanted to participate with her, she didn't think she would be.

Drowning out the noise of people was no different than drowning out the hum of the Sea of Quanta. Focus balanced like a leaf on water, Sirin disappeared deeper into the museum.

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the month-long spring, la belle pivoine

commission | with Layla

[stellarchart]

Anyone who knew Layla would probably ask why she was at the Solwarm Festival.

Even Layla herself didn't know why she was at the Solwarm Festival. She wanted to enjoy it, and she really should have. The decor was beautiful, and she reckoned that the plants that bloomed in winter would be an interesting topic of research. Regardless, Layla couldn't bring herself to enjoy the festival. The crowds were just too much — she couldn't be around this many people!

There was a whole fuss going on too, which made everything even more overwhelming than it was already. Layla was hardly paying attention, but it was impossible to fully ignore everything going on. Apparently some kid stole a flower. Layla didn't think it was that big of a deal... kids will be kids. Stealing was bad, but did a child's actions necessitate this much vitriol? Not like Layla would say anything anyways; she could hardly speak to others as it was, and confrontation would only make her feel worse.

My head hurts... Layla thought, ducking behind a building to clear her mind and get a break from the chaos. She let out a squeak as she accidentally bumped into someone, sputtering out apologies before she noticed the child holding a flower bulb.

"I- I'm so sorry! Is everything alright?" Layla asked, her voice weak and trembling with anxiety as her eyes darted between the child holding the bulb and the other child she ran into.

Well, there goes her break from the chaos...

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Feeling the impact of someone from behind instantly triggered Sirin’s fight-or-flight response. As usual, she chose flight, and ran forward, thereby bumping into the child. The child squeaked and something came flying out of her grasp—a plant bulb. So it really was her.

Sirin turned on her heel and came to face her attacker—a young woman with hair the color of sapphire and wide eyes, muttering apology. Sirin calmed down slightly. It was just an accident, no need to be concerned.

“I—I’m so sorry! Is everything alright?” The woman’s voice trembled, and Sirin felt a small amount of sympathy that she quickly discarded. Sirin shook her head and turned back to the girl.

She had fallen to her knees and was cradling the bulb, looking back at the two of them with undisguised anger and fear. “What are you doing? Leave me alone…” Her voice caught, as if she was about to cry. Sirin felt a lot more sympathy for her. She kneeled by her, holding out her hand.

“I just wanted to check on you.” Sirin turned her head and met the eyes of the young woman, glaring at her. “So did this person, yes? My name is Sirin. You don't have to tell me yours.”

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[MEMORY] - Come make a small, light-up lantern from recycled canisters and coloured wires! Everyone’s encouraged to write a memory, a wish, or ooh…! even a love confession on a slip of paper and place it inside! Don’t worry, no one will ever know what you’ve written inside, so why not pour your heart out for once?

A wish… hmmmmm…! Maybe a memory instead…? Or…? Clara stared at the piece of paper in front of her. She did have one wish, but that one… Families aren’t born of wishes, but love… So, then, would a love confession be a better idea? 

Clara mused over her options. What to write… Pink eyes caught sight of familiar long, purple hair. She got up immediately, forgetting her previous task. 

“Sirin! Hello!!” She beamed, walking over to her. Oh! We could…!! “You’re here for the festival, right…? Do you want to light a lantern with me? It’s okay if not, but… I think it could be fun! It’s super really easy to do…” 

Clara trailed off, searching for more paper. Ah, there! “All you need to do is to write down a wish or a memory or some kind of confession? I think love confessions are pretty popular with the adults…? Anyways! You write it down and put it inside your lantern, it’s made out of these canisters, and…” She paused for a second. Was she talking too much about it…? No, no! Friends… they hung out together! She steeled herself again. 

“… And, you light them up and let them go. No one will know what’s written inside so… it’s pretty good for getting thoughts down! And… and… it would be more fun if we did it together, I think…!!”

The Underworld was so large that Sirin had almost given up hope on finding her friend Clara. She was certainly still keeping an eye out, but not enough to not be startled when she heard Clara call her name. She shoved down any outward reaction and ran towards Clara at a pace she assumed was normal. Reunions were supposed to be energetic, right?

Sirin's eyes were wide and attentive as Clara described the method of making these lanterns. She followed along studiously, taking a piece of paper from where Clara indicated and clutching it so tightly that it nearly crumpled.

"I also think it would be more fun if we did it together." Sirin's geomarrow-golden orbs scored with strife seemed to smooth over. The prospect of lighting a lantern had lit something else in her heart. There was still true fun to be had, if she could do it with a friend. It wasn't even that risky. She could make a lantern.

Sirin reached over and grabbed a thin metal canister. It was textured with circles of varying topography, and a slight bit of rust covered half of the top. It was one of the smaller ones, but Sirin didn't find herself caring. She wasn't sure if she had a wish or a confession to write down anyway.

Sirin summoned a bit of her authority to start slicing at it with light the width of a pinprick. It cut through both sides of the lantern, so her design was repeated. She ran her canister through with circles and spirals and a particularly ugly rendition of Bella that she gave up on quickly and turned into more spirals. She worried a bit that the weapon she was using was in fact too thin, and no lantern light would make it through, but she could always pull the cuts apart a bit. It would have made her bleed if she was still human, but she didn't have to worry about that anymore.

Sirn looked over at Clara, wondering how she was going about decorating her lantern.

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no one knows but me. ʚїɞ

the butterfly, trapped in the void's dollhouse of mirrors. | seele (hsr) & sirin)

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Seele stepped back, the sudden presence of another was unexpected and shocking to the butterfly’s core. A gasp escaped her parted lips as she stumbled to the ground. A kid? Seele scanned the figure that stood in the doorway. There was no way the girl was any older than thirteen, maybe fourteen if Seele were generous. 

And how the kid addressed Seele, regarding her as a ‘worm’, made the butterfly feel insulted and degraded. And the unfamiliar girl addressed herself as the ‘Void Queen’? Clearly this was one of those Chunnibyous she had heard about online. Seele felt vindicated in her asking Caelus to explain what the term meant to her. 

That didn’t make Seele feel any less disrespected, though. 

“Who the hell are you calling a worm, you brat?” Seele wasn’t unaccustomed to dealing with unruly kids - she has a Hook back at home after all - despite that, none of them had ever been so blatantly disrespectful, especially in circumstances like these where they were trapped in the unknown. Opting to immediately antagonize Seele, rather than cooperate with her in figuring out what was going on was something she found rather annoying. She had enough arrogant pricks with just that green ghostly scholar, she didn’t need it in a random teenager too. 

Standing back up, Seele dusted herself off. Whatever room she had been in - which, upon a cursory scan of her surroundings, it looked more and more like a child’s bedroom - hadn’t seemed to be cleaned in quite some time. This situation was growing more unnerving, as it had been aggravating. “Fine, ‘Void Queen’,” because it was the only name she had to go off of for this girl, “or whatever. Where are we? Are we trapped here?” No way this random teenager was actually the one ruling over this place. 

Seele walked up to the Void Queen, arms crossed as she stared down at her. This girl was short, which said a lot, because Seele was far from ever being considered tall. And she had met some short people in her lifetime, too. In a weird way, Seele felt reminded of those kids she had seen growing up, who hadn’t been able to eat or drink as much as others. Maybe this girl was malnourished? That was enough of a reason for Seele to feel bad about antagonizing her- but then the fact that she had started the antagonizing still left Seele feeling bothered. She wouldn’t let some kid step all over her, especially in a tumultuous situation like the one they had found themselves in. 

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Brat. The only people who had called Sirin a “brat” had been people who wanted to kill her. She hadn’t thought this person was a threat, but using words like that? It made Sirin feel like she was about to burst. And they had the audacity to ask her for information? As the stranger walked towards her, looked down at her, glared at her, Sirin’s anger came out through her throat, and her fear came out through her palms. 

Without much conscious thought, a subspace lance was at the throat of the intruder, and Sirin had floated high enough to be at her height. “I don’t mind repeating myself, worm," Sirin growled. "This is my territory. I am the Herrscher of the Void, and you’d better be nice if you want to get out of here alive.”

Sirin shot a quick glance behind her, noting that the colors of the hallway behind them had shifted slightly. Not trapped, certainly, but it’s not like this memory space was stable. “Is this your room, little butterfly?” If the answer was yes, perhaps this could be some sort of hub area, and Sirin could explore the rest of the space without worrying too much about getting tangled. She could keep this horrible adult trapped here to keep it in one place, check to see if perhaps there was something else to destroy, and if not, well, Sirin would know what to destroy instead.

If the answer was no, however…then there would be no reason to assume that this person was the offending object, and therefore, no reason to keep them trapped. If they had been nicer, Sirin might consider letting them tag along, or perhaps helping them find their way home. But the anger was still overflowing. Sirin would rather she be dead.

Sirin sent another two subspace lances out, materializing pointing at either side of the intruder. Her mouth stretched into a cruel grin, letting her voice lilt a bit more than usual. “Answer honestly, alright?”

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our repeated space

commission | with Yelan

[muscle-blues]

The unfamiliar girl’s voice filled Yelan’s senses, as the fog sought to cloud them. There was a calm hostility there, though maybe that was natural, in the face of a stranger. Yelan didn’t pay it any mind, for she would likely offer the same sort of hostility, were she placed in the same situation as the girl speaking to her. 

The fact that there was a voice at all made Yelan’s theories skew towards the possibility of this youth being another victim of Tsurumi Island’s ever so confusing space. Though, an illusion was still a very likely possibility. After all, what does it mean that she ‘didn’t come from anywhere’? It didn’t sound like a lie, nor did it sound like any sort of excuse. Despite that, it still sounded beyond the confines of reason. And ‘things falling out of this world’? 

The young girl brought more unwelcome questions than she had answers. Despite that, maybe her presence would also be the key to Yelan’s still ever lingering curiosity towards this island. 

“I’m from…” she didn’t need to lie, but she wasn’t sure how much of the truth she needed to disclose, either. Yelan isn’t a known name, so it wouldn’t hurt to divulge what she considered necessary. “Liyue. It’s a country far northwest of this island. I’m about as confused as you are.” This was true, though Yelan’s reasons for her confusion began to stray away solely from Tsurumi Island itself. This girl had answers, and Yelan wanted to hear them.

Hearing footsteps move closer in her direction, Yelan chose to follow suit, stepping closer to the voice. Though, the other’s steps were timid, uncertain whether this approach was smart, and potentially safe. This gave Yelan some confidence. If this girl was timid or scared, that meant less of a chance for a fight. She still exercised caution, though, but Yelan’s moved closer all the same, until the obscured head of purple hair came into view once more. Then she stopped, and spoke once again. “What do you mean, you didn’t come from anywhere? And what do you mean things are falling out of here?”

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Sirin relaxed as soon as she heard. This person came from a different country on this planet. They weren’t a Valkyrie. She didn’t need to be scared about that. No longer feeling the fear of being recognized, Sirin had no reason to hide anything. The issue was simply explaining the Sea of Quanta in a way someone entirely unfamiliar with even the existence of other worlds could understand. Sirin had never thought herself a good teacher, and it’s not like she understood it entirely either.

She walked closer to the person and dropped the shield, letting the fog surround them once again. They were tall enough in comparison to Sirin that their head became obscured. It was almost ghastly. Sirin wished she had the energy to float.

“There is such a thing as parallel universes, if you’ve ever heard anything about that…” It was a mediocre place to start, but Sirin hadn’t been asked to teach a class. They had more things to worry about, like whatever was wrong with this place. “I live in a space in between these universes. If every world is a bubble floating in water, my home is that water. I hope you’re following.” 

Sirin’s voice echoed unnaturally. Everything should be muffled, with the water in the air. She was surprised the human wasn’t coughing. They’d be half breathing water right now. Perhaps they weren’t entirely human, or perhaps they were one of the special people with strange powers that she knew this world had.

“Anyway, I came here because some things from this world fell into the ‘water’. There’s some sort of disturbance that’s letting things break through the bubble, and I’m here to investigate. How did you end up here?”

Sirin brushed some of her hair out of her face, having to do a double take as she was faced with nothing but fog. Did the person walk away a little, or did their stillness simply allow for too much settling? It reminded Sirin miserably of having her mind ensnared by that Valkyrie’s feather. In a mild panic, Sirin reached out in front of her, relief washing over her like water as she was able to clasp the person’s hand.

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Back-end broken fantasies

commission | with Bronya Zaychik

[reachforthetruth]

As one who had been graced by its ever hateful, ever dangerous touch, the Herrscher of Truth would never forget the oppressive feeling of the Honkai. Especially, when that feeling felt ever so similar to that of a Herrscher. She stared quietly at the figure that was never there, invisible to the eyes of all but naked to the senses of those most familiar. 

Bronya didn’t know who was there, but she was concerned about the why. Though the majority of Herrschers in her Era were warriors who fought in the name of Humanity above all else, none of them would choose to hide in plain sight like this. Not to mention, there were still exceptions that found their way to the surface. The Herrscher of the Void who attempted to corrode her best friend, body and mind out of a sense of vengeance and hate borne and curated from the sins of the few, the Herrscher of Domination who sought a slow and steady control of the many that were weak, or even the Herrscher of Ice and Stars, who would die for one another, even as their own sense of humanity faded away.

They were the many who posed a threat in the name of Humanity, and Bronya already had seen one too many people who should be dead but still walked the very earth she stood upon. If Otto Apocalypse could be alive now, then Bronya worried that any of those previous threats would be as well. The only thing that had confused Bronya, though, was the fact that a Herrscher had been in Belobog, and why they seemed to mire around this failure of a play. 

Bronya understood that the structural collapse was far from accidental. There was intention in that action. She would also investigate it, potentially utilizing the name of Belobog’s Bronya as an advantage in doing so, but that would come later. The mystery of the Honkai’s presence came first and foremost. 

Quietly, ensuring that only the invisible presence before her could hear these words, Bronya opens her mouth to speak. “I know you’re there. I know you saw what happened, and I know you’re trying to leave. I don’t know why you’re here, why you chose to sit and watch, and what you plan to gain from this. So, if you don’t mind,” Bronya points to a nearby alleyway, one out of sight from any passersby that might choose to peer into conversations that didn’t concern them. 

“Go into that alleyway, and let’s talk, Herrscher to Herrscher. Maybe you can help me with investigating what happened with this play, or maybe you can just enlighten me on what you’re doing here. Either way works for me.” Though Bronya hadn’t planned to let this mysterious presence out of her sight no matter what. She didn't need to say that out loud, though.

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The stern tone of the adult froze Sirin in her step like a spooked squirrel for a moment before she properly processed what she was hearing. Coming across another herrscher was incredibly poor luck. She cursed whatever had driven this person here. She extended her senses briefly to try to understand what she was dealing with, and felt the familiar red remnants of Reason. Of course it had to be that traitor. The person didn’t look very much like the insect she had killed back in 2001, but it wasn’t impossible for them to just look like this now. It didn’t much matter. Sirin wasn’t in good enough shape to have another fight like that, so she had to cooperate. 

Like a child upset at being forced into time-out, Sirin stomped into the alleyway the other herrscher had gestured to. She let herself become visible, making sure to present with her proper herrscher form. She glared at the other person, crossing her arms over her chest. “I promise you, Herrscher of Reason, that I had nothing to do with whatever mess is going on with that show. I’m only here for the festival. I can't believe you have the audacity to ask me for help after talking to me like that. Mind your own business.” Sirin had to restrain herself from adding a “please” onto that. This traitor deserved absolutely no respect. Sirin hoped with their age, they wouldn’t remember that this was their weaker form. Being killed by a traitor would be even more shameful than being killed by Otto Apocalypse.

Sirin kicked a pebble towards the adult before fading away again, hoping that the other herrscher wouldn’t have an accurate enough read on her position to catch her. It didn’t escape Sirin that the Honkai energy within them was weak. Only remnants. She presumed all of the other herrschers were like that now, with the absence of GOD. Perhaps Sirin was the strongest one left, or perhaps it was that thing on the moon, if that could even be called a herrscher. If herrschers were angels, that thing was another god, and this herrscher in front of her was an angel fallen and returned to Earth. To be forsaken by GOD was really such an embarrassment. 

Sirin smiled, a contemptuous, ugly expression that she missed making. She spoke, letting her whisper dance on the air like a leaf on the wind, aiming to let her voice burrow its way into the Herrscher of Reason’s ear. “What’s it like to have always been a pseudo-herrscher, to have never been chosen by GOD yourself? Do you really think you can tell the real Herrscher of the Void what to do? Pathetic.”

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The Koholasaurus Rescue Party has Begun!

commission | with Citlali

[grannyitztli]

.... what.

The combination of being called a human and the absolute disregard for her threat causes her entire being to be reset. Her shoulders untense, easing into body once more. All the adrenaline in her system flushes out as exhaustion momentarily washes over her.

"Do you see it? Isn’t it adorable?" As a bell pierces and resonates through stagnant air, these words too resound through Citlali, waking her up from her trance.

"Ah.... Yes these koholasaurus are quite precious. That is why I was so wary of you. Speaking of that, who are you?"

She crosses her arms and trains her doubtful eyes onto the suspicious appearance on this beach.

"Poachers often come here around this time to capture these little ones before they are able to get into the water, but by your reaction you don't seem to want that. At the same time you don't look like you are from Natlan."

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Sirin sighed. It wouldn’t do to be overly secretive when she wanted this human’s trust, but people weren’t quick to trust herrschers. Maybe she could use another word for it. “I’m Sirin. I’m…a magical girl! From another planet. I’m here for the koholasaurs!” Sirin bit herself internally. She didn’t know if this disconnected world even knew about planets. Plus, what magical girl would be called mononymously “Sirin”? She would need a cooler magical girl name. That was something to worry about another time, though.

“I hate poachers. I aim to save the koholosaur babies from all that wish to harm them, I promise you.” Sirin would draw a weapon to prove it, but there were babies that could be spooked. The first koholasaur walked past Sirin, and she stood perfectly still as it began to swim deeper into the pool. 

Once it passed, Sirin turned around and took a few steps to stand beside the human. Her gaze landed once again on the bouncing plushies that flanked her. Sirin had always adored plushies. Having stuffed animals that could move…it sounded like a dream. Sirin may hate this world, but the wonders were indeed endearing.

“Could I touch your weaponry?” Sirin blurted it out without really thinking it through. Her face reddened slightly with embarrassment. She should have started with something more polite, for this potential teammate. “And what's your name?”

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sirin's quantum diary: october

GOD, if you can see,

I realize I’ve gotten a bit scared of death. This is something I feel I should work on. A human’s weakness is the hope for forgiveness, and I have left my humanity behind. I should be like Bella was, now that I’m a Honkai beast. A killing machine, loyal only to the Void Queen. I never thought isolation would bring my human nature back rather than destroy it, but perhaps caring about the lives of others is a symptom of loneliness. I am sorry, GOD. Even you knew better.

It turns out there was indeed an intruder in my territory. I don’t know much about them, but given the state I found them in, I don’t believe they were responsible for killing that taurus. They seemed too disoriented and lost for that, and they had gotten themself trapped in a memory space. Perhaps it really was Artemis. I wouldn’t be surprised, at this point.

Lately, Artemis has been turning blue and growing for minutes, for no reason that I can see. The first time it happened, I had been sleeping. I know it’s a waste of time, but I enjoy it. Anyway, I felt Artemis lie on top of me. It does this often. I think it appreciates my energy, or something like that. Usually, this wouldn’t awaken me, but because it was in its blue state, it was much heavier than normal. I am not proud to say I pushed it off me in fear that a quantum creature was trying to pin me. When I saw it was Artemis, I wasn’t too worried. Perhaps it had found another dismembered taurus piece to eat. It was later on in the cycle when I saw it grow spontaneously. 

In the blue state, Artemis is a lot stronger. It insisted on coming with me on my most recent extermination mission. I didn’t like the idea, but I liked the idea of it coming anyway without me knowing even less, so I agreed reluctantly. I told it to stay out of the way of any fights, but it didn’t listen. I suppose I should have expected that. I do admit I was impressed that it managed to enter the blue state on command. It killed the void hellions we were up against in one hit each, with strength I’d expect from an enhanced cassiel. Perhaps I can consider bringing it on more missions.

I've found myself weakening. It feels harder to rise from slumber, and I feel exhausted just from walking. Perhaps my life is in its twilight years. Isn’t that a strange thing to consider? I'm still just a child. I may have to start sampling the legs of tauri soon, if I really want to continue on with all the strength I have. This is something I must think about. I really, really don’t want to die, but at the same time…what is there to live for? Perhaps Artemis. Perhaps I can live for Artemis.

-Sirin

[second-eruption]

Greed is a sin, and here come the punishers!

commission | with Boothill

[crackshct]

"Another tourist, huh..." Boothill muttered as he turned to gaze thoughtfully down the alleyway again. With the way he said it, half-disappointed and half-sympathetic, the girl probably wouldn't have to ask again about his being a local, even if the glance at his getup hadn't been enough to set him apart from the rest of this winter-cloaked city. It didn't take him long to let his guard down again either, and he strode ahead to the pieces of abandoned silver with his back turned as if it'd been age alone that'd proven her innocence in this crime. A savvier detective would have cast their suspicions over her immediately, but Boothill wasn't much of a detective. He'd trust his gun to get him out of any situation he wound up in.

Stopping a few feet away, he glanced back at her with a smirk and amusement glinting in his eye.

"Word travels fast in these parts, don't it? Never expected the financial troubles of adults to catch a kid's interest." The brim of his hat shadowed over his eye with the appreciative tip of his head. "You're on the money though, kiddo - it ain't right for these hard-working folk to go without a festival this year just 'cause some forkin' greedy grass-stained muddlefudger couldn't scratch the itch in his sticky fingers some other way. So I thought I'd give local law enforcement a little extra help."

Not that they were aware of that, of course. And not like this girl would know either. With her curiosity sated, however, he was just about to send her on her way again with a warning about the dangers that'd come with getting mixed up this city's seedier underbelly, when a powerful energy suddenly enveloped her. Boothill didn't even try to hide his surprise, and his mouth fell open in candid awe.

It was like peering into the incomprehensible dream bubbles of Penacony, or a shimmering mirror reflecting a reality that didn't exist. What in the stars was she--

-- just a girl again.

Boothill blinked. Shook his head. Then blinked again and picked his jaw up off the floor.

"Twenty-five, sure," he parroted absentmindedly, and suddenly laughed. It wasn't forced, or even nervous. Truth be told, he was counting his blessings. He sure did have a terrible habit of running into powerful individuals, but also the luck to turn them into allies.

"I don't know if I believe ya, but that power speaks for itself. Alright then, partner," this time he tipped his hat in respect, "Galaxy Ranger Boothill, at yer service. Got any leads pointin' to where our thief mighta gone?"

@second-eruption

[second-eruption]

Of course, Sirin had no leads. She suddenly felt a wave of regret—why was she wasting her time with this? It wasn’t her job—but it was too late for that now. She’d already invested a few days of her lifespan into this, with that show of strength. She had to make the most of it now. “I don’t know. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

Sirin took a few strides to find herself beside Boothill, looking down at the canvas bag and the silver. She found it surprising that nobody had picked up the silver yet. Perhaps there was a reason people didn’t come down this alleyway, or perhaps this was dropped very recently. Sirin found the latter possibility more likely. “When did you catch sight of this?” Anticipation built in Sirin’s body, and she clenched her hands into fists. Soon, soon, soon…soon she could stick a lance through that sinner.

Maybe I could zombify him…the thought crossed Sirin’s mind before she could truly comprehend it. The image of letting a zombie loose in a place like this, at this time…it would be a proper Honkai event. With enough time, the whole planet would be devoid of life. If a partially zombified tourist went to their home planet for treatment, the catastrophe would spread to that planet too. It made bile rise in Sirin’s throat. For some reason, she didn’t want that. Her eyes dropped to the gun strapped to Boothill’s side. If that happened, this guy would kill the zombie before it infected anyone. Sirin could carry out her GOD-given mission, and the celebration could go on as normal. She let out a breath.

“If it was recently, we should move on and look for another clue. If we can find out which direction he went, we can catch the thief quickly. The longer we wait, the farther away he’ll get.” Sirin turned away from Boothill, hoping to avoid eye contact. She forced her hands to relax, crescent-shaped red marks dotting her palms.

[second-eruption]

evening breeze therapy

with Dahlia

[choivenant]

It is not much of a surprise to find a citizen of the city of freedom perched up high- either upon rooftops or stone walls, in the towers of the Cathedral, or upon the upper floors of Windmills. It is, however, a surprise to find someone atop the Knights of Favonius’ base, if only because if they were to be gliding without a license, that was the one place where they may be caught.

Normally, perhaps, a knight would march on up and help her down, perhaps give her a scolding or two, and she would be sent on her merry way. Fortunately for her, it was late, which meant that it was more likely for her to go unnoticed- if it weren’t for a citizen spotting her and speaking to a sister in concern.

And so Dahlia is sent, to inquire after her and maybe help her down. 

It’s a bit chilly up here, he notes at the sound of her voice, it’s good someone noticed- otherwise her voice would probably have gone unheard.

She looked young, and so his initial idea of setting up a sacramental shower to soften her descent as she jumps off is discarded in favor of something a little safer. “Yes, just give me a moment!”

A quick burst of hydro brings him up to the top, and the Deacon looks at the girl who had gotten herself stuck. “Alright, then. I’m supposed to tell you not to climb up here again, but I think being trapped up here is enough of a lesson."

He pauses, taking in the view. He'll probably come back up here later- it was nice up here. "Are you ready to get down? I'll help you get to the plaza.”

[second-eruption]

Sirin’s rescuer looked surprisingly normal, for a resident of this dimension that could wield the elements. His clothing was practical, if a bit light for the weather. It seemed to be some manner of religious garb, but she could be wrong. Sirin wasn’t very familiar with the culture of this dimension, even after a fair amount of time observing through windows. The way he made himself some sort of water elevator was surprising, even if logically she knew that was well within the powers of a person from this world. Regardless, Sirin was now faced with the strange expectation of politeness to the person she was facing. She shot a glare towards the statue of the god for subjecting her to this.

“Thank you for the offer, but I can get there myself.” Sirin stood up, almost losing her balance at an unexpected gust of wind before steadying herself. She shot her rescuer a tight smile before starting off towards the other side of the tower, before freezing. “The plaza”, her rescuer had specified. There were a couple places in her view that could perhaps be called plazas, and if it turned out she was going the wrong direction, it would look incredibly suspicious.

Sirin spun back towards the water-wielder, trying to make it look like she was just pacing, or something. She noticed him admiring the view. Maybe she could use that to her advantage somehow. She tried to make her broken voice sound sweet, but it came out strange again. “Actually, my, er, my vision is quite poor. Could you point out a couple of landmarks to me so I can find my way home?”

[second-eruption]

🍬

Sirin hesitantly accepted the offered candy from the strange investigator. She never thought he was particularly untrustworthy, if eccentric, and...it had been a very, very, very long time since Sirin had had candy of any sort. "Thank you," she said, under her breath.

The candy was a tiny package of gummy worms. Sirin had heard of these, but never had them. They were coated in what Sirin assumed was citric acid powder. Sour candies were Sirin's favorite, so she didn't wait a moment before opening the package and putting one in her mouth.

They were just as good as she imagined. A bit chewier than she might have hoped, but the sour taste was very strong, and instead of tasting worse after the acid had dissolved in her mouth, it started to taste as sweet as it might if the worms were coated in sugar instead.

Sirin had finished the first one and was trying to reach for other when she realized her arms didn't look like they should. Dropping the package and taking a look at herself, she balked. Was she a honkai beast? Not that she wasn't already, but she wasn't supposed to look like this. As she tried to look behind herself, she lost her balance and caught herself with her arms, or whatever they were, on the ground. Suddenly, she felt a lot more comfortable. She had turned into a quadruped, then. Was she some sort of dragon, like Bella? Or more like a chariot? It didn't much matter. She would prefer to look like herself. Even if the idea of being a dragon was cool.

Looking at the definitely-no-longer-trustworthy person that she now towered over, she growled out, "What did you do to me, human?" He would pay. No matter what form she took, she was still the Void Queen, and this was merely an insect to her.

Trick or Treat Roulette (accepting) | 7: Gummy Wyrms

[moonpiety-moved]

⟡ ⌢ . ⠀ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

⠀ ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ inspired by the kiss roulette. gnostichymns affiliated. ͏ ͏ )

while out with sender, a gentle old witch approaches and offers a free treat from her wicker basket.     you decide to accept:     send   🍬    to generate a mysterious effect! ͏ ͏ rng mechanic + flavor text may be ignored / effect duration up to preference.  rb to opt in, likes will be considered support.

[ 01 ] SWEET DREAM CREAM SODA, ⠀ though it hits the tongue sickeningly sweet, one small sip of this soda sends a warm, fuzzy sensation to seep into your bones, dulling all thoughts to a gentle buzz. the world around you shifts, wrapping you into the most beautiful dream —— and has sender always looked so familiar? someone whom you cherish very deeply…?

[ 02 ] CURSED CANDY APPLE, ⠀  rather than the crunch of hard, candy shell and crisp apple, something sinister strikes the heart instead. all at once, you’re plunged into a frightful nightmare, mistaking sender for an all - familiar monster.

[ 03 ] PIXIE STICK, ⠀  a powdered sugar candy packed in a drinking straw wrapper. you can't help but feel light as you toss the sugar back —— especially now that you've lifted off the ground, and are steadily rising towards the sky with each passing second! maybe grab onto sender to stop your ascent? ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ or, take them with you, perhaps? ͏ ͏ )

[ 04 ] OPERA CAKE BITE, ⠀  despite the small portion, the coffee-infused buttercream and ganache chocolate still exude a level sophistication and drama out of this world. so much so that, as music begins to stir in the background, you’re compelled to draw the sender into a dance, expressing your sentiments through song!

[ 05 ] BLOOD CHOCOLATE, ⠀  the almost metallic crimson syrup within the dark chocolate is almost a shock to the system, but man, it really gets the blood pumping! it’s almost like —— it’s like you can feel all your buried rage begin to claw towards the surface, your fists curling on instinct. sender better get out of the way before you start swinging!

[ 06 ] TWIXT, ⠀  or twin sticks, a chocolate candy bar consisting of a caramel and crispy biscuit side. the witch insists you to share the second with someone else, and fate would have it that you have someone to share it with. as you and sender split the candy, strange thoughts and feelings begin to flood your mind —— your minds have synchronized!

[ 07 ] GUMMY WYRMS, ⠀  advertised as turning sour then sweet but not warning you of the following monster transformation. as you chew, your limbs start to morph and bend and contort into something nightmarish, turning you into a creature of the night. uh, think sender might be any help with reversing the spell? ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ if you notice the change at all! ͏ ͏ )

[ 08 ] SOUL SUCKER, ⠀  a classic fruit lollipop decorated to resemble a mischievous ghost. after a few licks, you lock eyes with sender and feel a rather odd change in strength. with a flex of your hand, you realize your abilities have been swapped! hopefully, this change won’t be too devastating for those around you?

[ 09 ] COSMIC DONUT, ⠀  a confection that remarkably resembles a certain floating mascot. as you wipe the space-blue icing from your face, you blink up at sender, wondering where in the world you might be. for the moment being, you've been transported back in time to your younger self. ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ for muses this is not appropriate for, feel free to age them up or however you’d like to play with time. ͏ )

[ 10 ] CHRYSTAL CANDY, ⠀  a stick coated in rock candy that bares an uncanny resemblance to real gemstones. as you tentatively lick the hard sugar, you can feel the scenery beneath your feet shift in response to your feelings for the sender. quite the tattletale, wouldn’t you say?