Azur Blade

gnostichymns affiliatied Ma Feima, written by nugget.

[sevenswordstudent]

A semi selective and former affiliated Ma Feima of Honkai Impact 3rd. formerly affiliated with Gnostichymns but it is dissolving now i guess. Aged 29 and living in Philippine time period. . in any case, please enjoy.

App / Talents / Rules/ Basic starter call

I'm still learning how the group system works so bear with me I'm going to avoid the rolling thing for a moment and get my bearings. If ever you need a starter or have anything you want to say to Ma Feima, please do not hesitate to send in the ask box.

as someone who is really slow, i feel rather shocked the whole group is dissolving, but good times dont' always last, but we can make new ones.

Triggers inside this blog: depression and thinking very off about one self.

And hello! world!

[sevenswordstudent]

Oh what another wonderful day. perhaps this random starter call will brighten your day. sorry my brain is work filled with work so have this random starter call.

[sevenswordstudent]

Natlan tourist? or perhaps something.

It has been nearly a whole month now since he had arrived in the nation known as Natlan. With a lacking of funds, he had taken to adventuring, doing comissions and odd jobs during the day and...finding some purpose into this strange sort of world that he had rode into.

Odd jobs with higher risks, meaning higher pay. He took them all, feeling , hoping to feel some rush , urge to live with every job.

Alas, his teacher no matter how brief, did a good job in teaching him how to fight.

So perhaps some other method?

"Pardon me!"

He calls out to the nearest person, a woman with blazing hair. His hand resting on the inn dining table, a plethora of food laid out. He had chosen some random things this time, unknown on what he had actually ordered. the inn keeper had said to order the ...choco?

It was a difficult word to pronounced, so he had half made it.

the person hair was burning fire, literally. But he assumes that she just had some spare power to put serious aesthetic to something. after all this is the nation of fire? so maybe she's really patriotic?

"Pardon me! Would you care to partake in some of the food I have ordered. I ordered too much, since I got a bonus on my comission and now I'm not so sure about any of it since I never tried these dishes before."

It seems he did not know , or did not presume.

@haborym

[sevenswordstudent]

Yanqing is often travelling, now that the path to ancient china is most likely gone. so he'll be enjoying local delicacies or trouble in your home nation. like for a small starter?

[sevenswordstudent]

claypot and meet

Claypot rice, steamed fish wrapped in bamboo leaves and simmering over hours. Dumplings hand made with hands that only know how to kill, perhaps not the most enticing of meals when it comes to someone like him. But what else is there to do, the sky is beautiful tonight and it felt like a good time to do something new.

The table was half set, it looked like he was expecting more people to come today but it was just a poor attempt to stave off the lonely feeling in his heart everytime he wakes up alive. After all, finding home seems harder and harder by the day.

"Pardon the mess, cooking outdoors ...cooking in general is tougher then it looks when one purposely starts on difficult dishes. Please take a bowl and have some. I cooked enough for a party."

[derimmernachtreich-deactivated2]

an interesting homeland for an interesting man! yet - still! adult like your friend? ahah, does he know that the age of Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines is too much for a mortal to comprehend? well - not really. the gods live for millennia, so has her familiar - but to most mortals. . . a raven-shaped entity living longer than a raven would? hah, it puts their heads in such a spin.

“ thine trust in the prinzessin is well received, and with utmost joy i grand thee a pardon for attempting to comprehend the age of one's familiar. tis a common mistake of the mortal folk, after all. ” she laughs, and although her preferred meals are at good hunter or the cat's tail - there are always things she will like here. Fischl knows every menu by heart. . . well, the non-seasonal menus, anyway. “ regardless of such minor transgression, one still welcomes you as a wanderer of freedom, for vengeance on such a minor tidbit shan't be granted. Oz! may you choose a table? one not soiled, preferably, and well suited for our current company. ”

“ as you wish, mein fräulein. follow with me, ma feima. ”

Oz appears just a tad scuffed to be leaving Fischl alone, but the princess walks to the counter already, clearing her throat and appearing to talk normally to the man behind the counter ( which is good - for that man's sake, because Oz is not there to translate. ) though, still, the concern lingers as the raven flies towards the tables, checking them all diligently. the request for one not soiled is taken seriously, it seemed, and none of the tables on the first floor make the fit. neither is Oz particularly talkative with a stranger - or perhaps he's just entirely preoccupied with his princess' safety.

eventually. . . the two relocate to the second floor, where it is somehow much quieter.

“ ma feima, we may sit here. ” he declares, perching on the edge of one of the seats and bowing using his wings - it looks silly, but fun, he is committed to his role. “ it is of great joy to me to see that you get along with her majesty well. though, i assume a wanderer like yourself won't be staying in the city of freedom for very long? ”

the raven hops onto the edge of the table, staring at the warrior.

“ no matter what, i hope your travels are well intended and safe. . . and that you find the food delicious. ”

[sevenswordstudent]

"I would not know where the wind blows. My sisters might come and find me, or leave me to dead and free. But even I do not know what plans they have for the future, and if I am needed at all in home. Perhaps I will explore other nations first."

It was such a blunt truth given out to the one being who can speak plainly. Well as plain as the familiar of a princess can be, for standards have to be kept. And Ma feima often enough leaves many threads out there for someone to desperately grasp. So far he has no killed anything or anyone , no one has earned his ire nor has earned the gaze of those who need to die. Ma Feima is in need of nothing, for he knows not what freedom can actually be. So long under the thumb of his elder sister.

"But I am glad there are others, like you who have good relationships. It has been a very , very long time since I've seen such bonds." His hands hover over the table, and for a brief moment his palms glow a bit. A bit of gentle vibration cleaning out the dust that settled when one table is at the 2nd floor and barely anyone uses it on a normal week day.

"the city of freedom... How ironic that it is the first city I visit."

A chuckle.

"That enough moping around now, I'm quiet eager to taste the dishes of a foreign nation. Its not everyday this happens after all. Sir Oz, do you eat as well?"

[seiljager]

“Can’t be that bad,” Kinich awkwardly adjusts his grappling hook, remembering the days where he had been without it, younger than most of the children still hanging around. It was odd how free he had felt when he had learned he was able to outrun his father, was able to climb higher in the trees than him, and was able to escape him, “You’d be surprised how many kids around here know what they’re doing when it comes to stuff like that.”

“Yeah Kinich here loooooooves throwing himself off those cliffs headfirst!!! And he doesn’t even die! It’s not fair!!!!” At the sound of his voice, Kinich is rather disappointed. He had hardly seen Ajaw today, and he would have preferred for it to stay that way. That shrill voice is just so grating….

Kinich clears his throat, yanking on Ajaw’s tail in a desperate attempt to shut him up, “As true as that may be, that wasn’t the point. If you’re looking for our speciality, it’s pretty much that.”

He glances at the cliffs above, at the Yumkasaurus running about both above and below. He sighs, starting to realize that the lifestyles they led here weren’t exactly the easiest thing for any foreigners to wrap their heads around. Speaking of… Kinich glances back towards the older man, wondering to himself where he was from. Liyue perhaps?

The young bounty hunter stops before his tribe’s totem pole, and speaks again, “While we are certainly known for our love of extreme sports, and our tribe is a popular tourist destination for them, our true specialty is communications and exploration. Many people here are part of the Adventurer’s Guild, or are couriers and hunters, myself included. I’m usually busy with some commission or another.”

Kinich laughs softly before continuing, “If you ever need a message delivered across Natlan or something done, we’re the people to turn to. Not really any place that’s too hard to get to when you have a grappling hook and no fear of falling.”

[sevenswordstudent]

"Oh!"

If there was one thing that threw him off his tracks entirely. Something that forced his mind to say wait a minute. It was the newly minted presence of the draconic overlord that is known as...

"Oh my! What a curious looking ..."

"Wait, the guide had said that every creature is descendant from dragons, so....this talking one must be a powerful dragon if it can still talk! Or a special one."

"Oh, how blessed must I be to talk to a dragon that can talk back, but why is it so small... ah, right. Right back to topic." He slaps his face a bit to focus on the previous interaction. Trying with difficulty to not look at the blocky flat looking thing

"I see, so you are the flying messengers I see sometimes. My horse only watches with slight jealousy because they too wish to fly, but you do have amazing people everywhere. It is like... this Natlan is truly wonderful and full of life. My home , far far from the nations only believes in traditions and it battles against monsters who...come from the abyss. Monsters that corrupt and destroy human lives without mercy, and monsters who ...can come in human forms."

Dark thought start seeping out , slipping back into his own mind...

A deep breath.

"...Forgive me, It is troublesome memories that haunt me. Perhaps I could...ask if this part of Natlans has any specialty food I can try?"

[seiljager]

Kinich finds it amusing that he would say ‘don’t try this at home’ in the midst of the Scions of the Canopy’s territory. Some of these kids had been able to use a grappling hook before they could walk. Some of these kids had put themselves in far more dangerous situations for a bit of fun more times than they could count on their hands, Kinich included. Though he wasn’t exactly a kid anymore.

Add onto that that they all knew this land better than any foreigner, and even a five year old could probably keep up with this old man. Of course, many children were simple minded, and the fact that they knew they could keep up if they wanted to certainly didn’t dim their amusement as they watched him.

Chuckling softly to himself, Kinich steps forward, holding out a hand to the older man, “I’d be happy to take you there, but-”

One of the kids clings to his side and chimes in with, “But Big Brother Kinich doesn’t do anything for free!” The others gathered nod along with them, having known Kinich as the person he was for their whole lives. Why would they expect anything different from him now?

He sighs, shoving the kid lightly off of him as he says, “You really think I would charge someone for showing them to the market? Don’t listen to them, that’s far too simple a task to demand any substantial amount of compensation anyway,” He clears his throat, glancing back at the man as he turns towards the market, “And for the record, if these kids went home and told their parents what you said, they’d probably laugh and encourage them to try to leap across the cliffs. The Scions of the Canopy fear no extreme challenge after all.”

[sevenswordstudent]

It wasn't just exactly just a few jumps he had shown the children. It was jumping upside down, left side, up side. Climbing and jumping the tall mountains in one go due to the strength that his legs have. There were plenty of things to say about Ma Feima, but when he truly felt like it he does not hold back from entertaining the people. The scions of the canopy do not fear extreme challenges. But some of his actions were meant for people who wanted to-. But in a cool way, it was not the ...most sanest of actions he would show to children, in honesty.

He regrets showing off a bit.

"You weren't here for the first part."

He had jumped, dangerously, foolishly at the highest peak but stopped his descent when he noticed children at the bottom. the children awed and aaah because he did it all alone without any tools and just his body. but that was... it was a good thing he noticed that other people did exist outside of him, in that moment. Perhaps it was because he was lonely that he did not notice the cliffs. Or too distracted by anything else.

He walks in tandem with the other, memorizing routes as he goes along. He suppose he can delay another day, with so many young innocent minds nearby.

Maybe he can challenge this Natlan Archon, see if he can finally get that challenge he dreams of.

"I heard that each clan is different within Natlan, and I was wondering what specialty this clan has, I"m a bit of a traveller and aim to try all the specialties before I head ....to whatever counts as home." a change of topic!

[sevenswordstudent]

for mindless short writing, please like this post. a happy new year, let cap it at no limits.

[grannyitztli]

CW (Alcohol) Woah... is this how it feels like being on the other end? Usually I'm the one in the chair.

Despite her thoughts, she still accepts the bottle, pouring it into an empty mug in front of her. I mean, what kind of fool would she be to refuse a free drink? However, she couldn't fully accept a favor from someone so drunk with a good conscious.

She waves her hand, casting a small spell to send a cool breeze towards the man, in attempts to cool him. The next morning is going to be painful for him.

Raising the mug to her face, she covers her mouth, "Don't think anything of it okay? I just don't like being in debt to people." She takes a sip, that turns into a gulp, downing half the mug in one swig.

"Ahhhh, I just can't get enough of this. A cold drink is just too refreshing."

Her attention sways from her mug to the patron across from her, "What brings you here..." She pauses, not knowing how to refer to the gentleman across from her. "The name is Citlali by the way."

[sevenswordstudent]

"I go where I please....I ride where I please...my horse is rather tired so I'm sleeping here when I please."

translation he has a room, but he's still someone who's on the way to other nations. Ever since he arrived here [with his horse] he's been in a roller coaster of random things. From young geniuses to going into ruins to find hidden dragons. Everything one can think of.

As an adventurer, people would say he is the luckiest of sorts. For himself, it was all dull, since at the end he is alone. A cool breeze that felt like the desert at night passed by him, and it does nothing for his complexion.

He takes another large gulp of beer, all in one go. At the very least alcohol is strong enough to put him in a coma.

"I'm Ma Feima, a... adventurer of new-ish beginnings. I'm just here so my horse can rest for the night, and then I'll..."

His head tilts to the right, and then left.

"... I'm traveling the nations." alone.

[grannyitztli]

Walking through the moon draped night, Citlali steps meld with the clamor of a bustle weekend night, though she wouldn't know what day it was. Weekday and weekends hold no meaning for her, hell, even the sun doesn't dictate what time it is for her.

Opening the door into the bar, the familiar reek of alcohol and ruckus of drunken chatter fill the air. Scanning the bar for a place to sit, only one lone chair remains at a table for two. She sighs.

Ugh, I really didn't want to talk to anyone today... but all the spirit stores are closed and I have no drinks at home...

Resigning herself to the cruel fate of socialization, she walks over to the empty seat, turning to the patron at the other end, "Pardon me, but is this seat taken?"

[sevenswordstudent]

Ma Feima drinks whenever he wants, and no one can really top him. Even his so called wife, had stopped trying to control the man who had no freedom left in his bones. Still, there was little else to do at night save for drinking, and with how much alcohol is inside his body. He is hardly in a state to actually fight someone drunk and not risk his life useless.

"Huh... yeah. Just...here. Take some of mine, I think this is the...3rd bottle? I gave a lot of money to the counter to keep giving me..."

Though his face is hardly red, his speech is slurred and Feima own back is slouched to the table. Putting him in a position where he can barely talk now.

"Help...yourself." A slow, lazy gesture to the unopened botltes still there. Its a good thing that Ma Feima is very lucky with money to afford all this splurge.

[geniuswhizkid]

“ a guard, huh? ” she echoes, pondering about curiously and running the idea through her head as ma feima tells her more. “ i could make that! definitely. i'll make sure that it looks a bit like you, so i'll always remember who told me about it! . . . ”

“ . . . dunno if i could make it as big as a house, though. . . hm . . . ”

the sound of gears turning in her head could almost be heard as she keeps thinking about it. who knew such a silly idea would be worth consideration? then again, this little genius has boundless creativity. something would work.

and Aino. . . she finds it nice.

someone who has never heard of her is so willing to listen to what she says! it feels like a dream. the only thing missing is ineffa, who'd be the greatest thing to show ma feima. Aino's greatest creation. they'd get along! they're both reserved, with cool appearances.

“ ab-so-lutely! ” each syllable emphasized as she goes through papers, “ this one! ” and out comes a simpler design. “ y'know, those square-shaped robots 'round here? this is one of'em. ”

[sevenswordstudent]

Children were innocent of the sins of those generation before then, but to those with no brains the sins of the past were often brought up. It was troublesome, and sometimes needed because miracles and sins repeat one after another. which has nothing to do with the current situation where this child had nothing to do with China. He thinks, this whole place is something that made him less angsty then before.

Still, his eyes goes to the windows at top. the setting sun now apperant and reminding him that time exists, and he should most likely find some shelter for him and his horse right about now. After all he is but a traveller.

"...I should leave, I believe there is a village nearby. I'll find some shelter there, and perhaps sometime we can talk about your great inventions and friends. But this uncle needs some sleep too, I have...wandered very, very far from what I thought was home."

[geniuswhizkid]

“ a duck that does chores! ” Aino exclaims in acknowledgement, not saying he's correct, “ nope! i have ineffa for that. i do chores too! but, ineffa does most of them, because i'm busy. ”

she grabs a pencil to scribble a label onto the paper -- precision kuuvahki stamping d-uck-ie. wonderful name, she knows.

“ knuckle duckle! yep, that's the one outside near the beach. they watch over the coastline there. ” the inventor informs helpfully, hopping down the stool to search for more drawings to bring back. doing this quickly meant more time to talk about her machines, after all. “ and - ! ”

“ they do have hands! it's just inside. ” Aino goes through a few drawers before giving up, grabbing a random page that doesn't seem too important and turning it onto it's back.

“ the compartment inside knuckle duckle is big, even though most of the time they're only stationary for keeping watch. i made it big because it's multi-purpose! ” she exclaims, drawing knuckle duckle from memory ( in extreme detail, for someone with hands so small and being three apples tall. ) “ if you look at the ducts that the precision kuuvahki stampie die hang from when they're in treasure-carousel mode or wide-eye watchkeep mode, then you'd be able to peek inside and see a little bit of their hands. ”

“ i wouldn't call them knuckle duckle for no reason, mister ma feima! ”

[sevenswordstudent]

In honesty there was lot of things that he wanted to think about, something to avoid thinking about anything else that is suppose to be important to him. Ma Feima is a man who had too much to think about, but barely showed it. His actions like those who has nothing else to live, but at the very least he shouldn't show it in front of a child. perhaps in the future if he does come back and everyone is older...would he be dead by then though?

"I was thinking more on the lines of giant hands big enough to make a fist, it would make a great guard. Like ... like a golem frommy homeland. Sometimes they would make golems that look like stone soldiers to protect graves of emperors."

"Like a fist as big... as a house. That would be really scary. No... that might be too much."

"It would be funny if there was a giant foot inside so there would be a lot more kicking. .. Maybe I should leave the thinking to geniuses like you."

"Any other designs?"

Ma Feima is at least, appreciative of being explained the mechanics of anything. his reputation of utterly ruinning everything he touches is not yet heard.

[derimmernachtreich-deactivated2]

the walk through the right street. it is more quiet than the first greeting of the city, there still lays people and vendors bustling about, but it seems this does seem to be a quieter side. they don't walk long - a few meters down the stone road and the advertisement board could be seen a ways down.

“ the immernachtreich is the realm from which i had descended from. i am its monarch and guardian, the prinzessin. ” Fischl explains - excitement coating her voice in colors of joy as they take their time walking, “ it is indeed a kingdom of great renown in its realm. beyond the boarders of this world, a safe haven of eternal half-light for the people of the realm. ”

they look towards the statue at the peak of mondstadt - barely hidden by the taller buildings and infrastructure, “ that is barbatos. mondstadt's archon, the god of freedom. ” the princess gazes at the statue, clearing her throat once. “ you hail from beyond the dark sea as well, ma feima? ” she huffs in good nature and genuine curiosity, “ one had first thought thee to be liyuean, but fate eluded from me such information of your origin. her majesty would adore to hear of your homeland as well - over our meal. ”

as she speaks, they turn to a comfortable building with tables and chairs decked outside. “ behold, angel's share. this humble but fine establishment host a great many celebrations, favored by all of mondstadt. hither, my company! and rejoice for our arrival, oh denizens of freedom. ” despite her words taking to announce her presence - Fischl tones her voice down, entering the tavern with a broad presence yet quiet voice. it does seem apt to tone it down, considering how comfortably quiet the atmosphere is in here - even with rowdier folk lingering someplace in the corner.

“ sir ma feima, would you like to see the menu? we'd be happy to assist in translating any foods that catch your eye. ” Oz's words come easier to understand than the princess'. ( the raven finds it odd - how can the man not understand what's written, but speak vocally? perhaps where he is from, the script itself is different. . . ? that must be it. ) “ or - perhaps you'd be alright indulging her majesty and i's preferences? ”

[sevenswordstudent]

"It is a country known as China, though I have never heard of this Liyue before, the guards would say I come from there. Perhaps I have and never notice, since I tend to travel by horse everywhere, save for going home."

Because Ma feima is a man who has no freedom despite appearing like he does. A contradiction. Still his eyes wander from the statue to many other things, like the giant building that looks like a very closed off temple, the man peeking around the corner who he ignores. Everything was so foreign and new to the man that he couldn't help but stare for one second longer. His smile never leaving despite the turmoil happening in his head.

"Not empress or her holiness? Just princess and guardian? Well you are a monarch, but that might get confusing if one settles to talking politics with other nobles..." A musing, the complexity of empires and titles still something he has to think about. He can insult anyone and kill anything, but nobles were another thing entirely.

And then they are there, the Angel Share. one that allows a adult feel, but with how the princess is allowed to enter he thinks there are some child friendly options. Or perhaps they allow alcohol to children, he certainly drank when he was young. And still drinks to this day.

"I must say, so much to think about. The god of freedom, the sights, you a princess of another realm. Certainly with a responsible adult like your friend, you must have a lot of things to do as princess. So.. I would leave the choice to you. There is a lot to think about."

[geniuswhizkid]

the handshake, in Aino's honest opinion, helped remove all the rest of the awkwardness that came from their previous misunderstanding. she hummed happily, chewing the rest of the bar away before stuffing the trash in her pocket. “ yeape! i love sweet things. my brain starts grinding to a halt without it, then i have no new ideas. . . i'm only allowed a little bit more, though. for today! ”

ineffa's super angry mode is a biiig inconvenience. . . and it only causes arguments! arguing with ineffa is like arguing with a closet. there's always just more arguments she can make . . . . . . heh, she really is Aino's family, super stubborn and steadfast no matter what.

though, she might need to start winning more arguments if she wants to get more candy.

“ there's always a next time, but we should always focus on what we have now! ” she explains, holding a finger up as she wipes her mouth and puts her focus on the desk. huh! so much stuff to explain. . . she wants to show him all of them. maybe he'll be like uncle varka and would add some cool ideas. . . ? “ or else you'll turn into a worrywart. people like that are always sad. ”

a pause. “ anyways! since you offered to listen - we can go over my schematics first. that's what i was telling you earlier . . . hm. . . ” pulling out one of the papers and pushing the rest to the side, it's a diagram on parchment of an oddly shaped duck.

“ this one! they're part of a larger group of one of my other robots - knuckle duckle! i think i could take you out to see knuckle duckle. they're great! ”

[sevenswordstudent]

"Its a duck....perhaps one that could do chores when even no one is in the home?"

In truth, the inventions were all new, and no matter how far he thought of it. Not even his teacher had such ideals stuck in her head, the only thing she knew how to teach was killing people. But that was for another time, wasn't it? Feima is always one to ignore the inconvenient past when it suited him.

"i would love to see this Knuckle Duckle. ..Duck...was it that giant duck like machine near the sea? The really big one? Its another machine, meaning... hmm I could see it being of great help if it had hands."

He imagines the giant duck with hands, perhaps so used to disturbing image that the image of a duck with human hands wasn't the oddest thing to phase him. After all he had seen the worst of what corruption can do to a human being, animals with human features won't be the most disturbing thing out there.

[geniuswhizkid]

with the odd air that her visitor brings, the little inventor shifts on the stool. she's between falling and leaning on the multi-colored contraption keeping her up.

“ ohh. . . okay! ” she's chipper again, the compliment earning vark- ma feima a lopsided grin, “ well . . . i won't say no to that, but since you're gonna have to be on your best behavior! ”

“ it's good that you recognize my genius! ” she declares with the firmness of a bunny, puffing her chest up proudly. she rights her stance on the stool, turning to her drawings and plans with sudden newfound inspiration - and to snag a candy bar off a napkin to finish it.

. . . in fact, there are multiple candy bars scattered on the table.

“ and, so we're not strangers anymore, my name is Aino! ”

turning back to face her visitor again, she extends a sleeve ( promptly pulling up said sleeve to be extending a hand instead. ) ( it's comical just how large the sleeves of the sweater are compared to her. )

“ Aino is easy to remember, i think. what's your name? i'll remember it, for sure. ”

[sevenswordstudent]

"Ma Feima, a pleasure Miss Aino Genius."

A brief hand shake, one that he often sees while in town. while the cultures between two nations, or two worlds were different. the simliarties were not something he would avoid, if anything to take advantage of. Making social ques less difficult then they needed to be.

My, that is a lot of candy. Your brain must be using a lot of energy from it. Perhaps I should have brought my own candy for help." Unaware that there was things called limits of the body when it came to sugar intake, he just knew that sugar is indeed expensive and that the silk road was often used in importing it. Until someone is smart enough to actually make it their own.

"I feel like a rude guest now, not bringing any gifts to your abode. But...' His eyes were all over the machines now.

"I like to learn , so...I'll come back next time with more candy. Perhaps I can find something similar to my home and make it."

[geniuswhizkid]

she keeps chattering away excitedly, grinning ear to ear as she tries to take him up the steps of a small rise, going behind a desk ( that she needed a stool to put her head over the desk - where a bunch of complicated schematics were noted in various colored pencils, pens and normal graphite. some things were just colored concepts. . . etcetera.

the girl was attempting to explain to him what she was working on ( read: she was explaining it, but talking too fast and using onomatopoeias instead of words in some places. ) “ and - ! huh? ”

although she thought it was odd that her charismatic friend was not saying anything - she didn't think it to be a completely different person. . . . . . with a pause, letting the man talk, wide eyes squint at him, focusing on his face for a moment filled with too much tension.

“ oh! ” the gasp comes out a little more surprised, she flushes in embarrassment, waving her sleeve-covered arms around, “ i - i'm sorry! ” her voice cracks at the apology, “ you do look like him! you - you've got the same hair 'n face and everythin'! but you've got a beard. and longer hair. ah - a - and, his eyes are . . . blue! i think. ”

she leans back on the stool - nearly falling. it seemed like she did fall for a moment before whirring noises and the item on her back pushed her up by clamping itself to the edge of the desk, “ i'm reeeaally sorry. it was . . . an honest mistake! i didn't realize, i was excited. i'm sorry. . . ”

[sevenswordstudent]

There was a awkward air in the moment. After all this was one big mistake, but at the very least no one was hurt, killed, sliced up or anything so it was a mistake that was easy to ignore. And Ma Feima had little ego left to give a damm if a child mistook him for another. After all blond hair was more common in this area, he realized. But-.

Still-

He briefly thinks of that one child, who had nothing in the world. Whose bodies surrounded him when the one called teacher killed everyone in his family, for being close to the corruption that was once his elder sister. He won't make the same mistake his teacher did. He will... be kinder, at least to those who need it. And this is, despite how smart she sounded, a child still.

He would never become like Fu Hua. So heartless, to kill entire families and then take in the living child left. He imagines that if they have not fought together, all the students would be dead by their teacher hand.

Might makes right often, but most of the time its such a stupid way to go and think.

"Its fine. It is my intention to begin with to approach your unique house. And knowledge is power, and I believe you are very powerful in that regard."

"If you would still have me as a guest, I would like...to listen more to your inventions."

he can take all the time he needs, after all no one would miss him.