seraphim descant

🕊 closed/aff. rp blog for sunday from honkai star rail by vio 🕊 penaconian traveler in gnostic hymns

[suundei]

"𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥. 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕧𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 — 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥... 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕚 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖."

🕊 closed/aff. sunday from honkai star rail 🕊 guest of gnostic hymns and vio's most treasured

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🕊 portrayal

sunday is taken from his latest point in canon (currently his appearance in the 3.7 trailblaze mission; spoilers will be marked where needed). since the amphoreus mission is finally over, all threads made before 3.7 will take place before amphoreus, whereas all threads made after 3.7 will take place after amphoreus. (this might feel somewhat obvious, but the delineation is for this lyricist's own housekeeping and hopefully helpful for everyone else wishing to thread with sunday.)

as this lyricist plays the japanese dub, his voice will be that of his performance by takeo otsuka (though this lyricist unfortunately isn't that fluent in japanese and relies on the english subtitles to actually understand what's going on).

the details of the rise and fall of ena's dream are not well-known throughout the cosmos; in fact, the family has taken great pains to cover everything up, including the identities of those enacting the dream. while sunday is famous in penacony for being the (former) oak family head, he's relatively unknown in the wider universe. unless an hsr muse knew him or knew about him beforehand, during, or after the charmony festival fiasco, most hsr muses probably don't know who he is... although they might see a familial resemblance to robin....

due to the previous point, all threads outside of penacony will have him appearing as-is, but all threads on penacony will have him using a harmony-generated disguise! if the latter is the case, your muse will not see through the disguise unless a) he knows and trusts your muse; b) he hasn't met your muse before, but your muse gains his trust enough for him to introduce his true self; or c) your muse is powerful/intuitive enough to do so (like welt eventually did). if necessary, feel free to dialogue with this lyricist on when your muse gets to see through to his true appearance!

most shipping-related rules have been covered in the rules section, but for some further nuance: sunday is headcanoned as panromantic pansexual. he... probably hasn't explored this very much considering he kept himself busy while as oak family head and then was planning to sacrifice himself to keep ena's dream running, to be honest. still, while his primary goal is to help bring paradise, he's more open to a romantic relationship than he was before his fall! (current relationship status: single)

[neverendingdeath]

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trick or treat roulette : still accepting || [ 09 ] COSMIC DONUT

Tired red eyes stare through the middle of the offered confectionary. There's no reason to accept nor is there reason to deny it though he would like not to hear of how he's dampening the spirit of the evening.

One bite is all it takes before the Stellaron Hunter is scrunching his nose in a confused mix of disgust and amazement. He takes a step back and suddenly his leg seems shorter than it was a moment ago. He falls back and the suit that had been tailored time and again to fit him especially well has sleeves that reach over his hands.

Blade stares up at Sunday, his eyes devoid of an previous curiosity on the offered pastry.

"I presume there's an antidote for this," he says, voice pitched higher but still carrying its old weathered tone.

[suundei]

Golden eyes blink in surprise at the sight of the man—well, child now—before the young Halovian. Such an occurrence is, hilariously, not all that foreign to him considering what sorts of things can and have happened in the Dreamscape... only, he's used to them staying in the Dreamscape, not following him into the real world. So the man's transformation takes him off guard, and a minute passes before he can kick his brain back into gear. "The, um—ahem. I. Presume so?" Sunday really can't help the note in his voice that turns the statement into a question. "I mean. I certainly would hope so given that these are being handed out like the rest of the candy present in this festival." He pauses, bringing a hand to his chin in thought. "Although this might be a case where the effects wear off after a certain amount of time has passed? It's hard to say without having made the pastry myself. I don't know if this would reverse the effects or make them worse, but maybe you could try eating another of the donuts... oh, or perhaps there are different types of donuts! As in, one makes you younger and another makes you older, and if you eat one type, you have to eat the other one in order to return to your original form." The silver-bluenette glances at the man-turned-child and nods once. "Yes, that idea might have some merit. Let's see if we can find more of those donuts, otherwise we might have to hunt down the person who made them in the first place."

[suundei]

TEA ROULETTE,  ⠀regular teatime is a liyue custom and, by extension, a lantern rite tradition, but this year heyu teahouse is mixing up the experience with a little gambling. spin a wheel and take a mystery drink —— is it good or bad? only one way to find out! 

‘Drinking is a social activity.’ Or at least, so she’s been told — and so the second drink slid across the counter to her hands reinforces. ‘If you are to drink, you must do so with friends.’ Even in a situation like this, where she is not exactly sure what she is supposed to be drinking, nor what is in the second cup she brings along with her. That too, is part of the social activity, she’s pretty sure. All that’s left is someone to socialize with…

Thankfully for her, it doesn’t take too long to pick out a familiar face. It would’ve been rather awkward if she’d have ended up needing to hand the mystery drink off to a stranger. Not that she would have particularly minded the chance to meet a stranger, but… the number of times she’s been described as ‘unsettling’ in the past gives her the feeling an interaction like that would not be one taken as positively as she would have meant it.

“Hello,” Columbina smiles up at the similarly head-winged man with a polite bow of the head, careful to ensure the movement doesn’t disturb the cups in her hands. “It’s nice to see you again. I hope your day is going better than our first meeting.”

Funny… She can’t remember much of how that day went besides the start right now. Ah, well. It hardly matters — any day, no matter how great, can always be upstaged by something greater. Such is the nature of a life without endings, and the beauty of it.

“Would you like a drink? The ‘roulette’ table gave me an extra.” With the greetings complete and no drink-related tragedies come to pass (that she could feel, at least) Columbina raises both cups; an offer to let him choose, should he wish. “I will warn you, though: I can’t say if it’s any good. I have yet to try it for myself. I thought it would be nice if we tried together.”

Sunday smiles at the approach of his moonlit-winged friend. It's heartening to see a familiar face amongst those celebrating Lantern Rite, and it reminds him of when he once also partook of such festivities while living on Penacony. Robin would probably like this holiday, if he's perfectly honest, and he'll have to see if he can get some treats to send her along with his next letter. He chuckles at the lady's offer and accepts one of the cups. "Thank you, I appreciate it. Don't worry, I quite like tea, and Liyue is renowned for producing some excellent varieties, so you can count on it being good quality, at the very least."

Raising the cup, he inhales a good whiff of the steam wafting from the tea. Notes of florals and delicate, roasty sweetness outline the aroma, encouraging him to move on to take a sip. Hmmm, based on the lightness and smoothness of the body and roast, this must be a green tea. That floral flavor... I think it's a match for those flower cakes I tried a few days ago. If I recall correctly, the species is colloquially known as "qingxin." What an interesting pairing, and very refreshing! The green tea allows for the subtle qingxin to shine through, with neither overpowering the other. It's good! I'll have to see where I can buy some of this to add to my stash.

"This is a pretty delicious tea, if you're curious," he tells her. "From what I can tell, it's a green tea flavored with qingxin—it tastes very gentle and delightful if you like such types of tea." He wonders what tea she ended up with; the idea of a "tea roulette" sounds like a lot of fun, but he doesn't know that many people who might be interested in such a thing. Mr. Yang, maybe, or Mr. Dan Heng. They seem like they enjoy tea enough to not mind tasting mystery teas and guessing what they are. Perhaps he can bring up the idea sometime, ideally during their next trip to the Luofu in case they want to invite more like-minded people to join in.

Sunday gazes out at the festival around him, his attention drawn to the myriad Xiao Lanterns floating in the night sky. They make for a dazzling sight, and there's something uniquely beautiful about it existing here in reality. Sure, the Dreamweavers could no doubt replicate it in the Dreamscape, on a far greater scale to be honest, but would it truly compare to seeing it here and now? The lanterns in the sky, the company physically by his side, tea in his cup and in his belly...

It's tangible. Warm. Warming him inside and out the way the temperature-bereft Dreamscape never quite could.

Turning back to his companion, he smiles again. "How are you enjoying the festival? I know beginning of the year celebrations are very common among most civilizations, but this one has its differences from the ones back home. I myself have found the whole thing very beautiful, and I think I like the meanings and wishes that are attributed to this holiday."

[suundei]

🕊 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

With the closure of Gnostic Hymns comes the need for an update on the future of this muse and blog. This lyricist has made the easy executive decision to continue business as usual for her (and hopefully your) enjoyment. (Yes, it took this long to get this post out, task paralysis is no joke.) For those interested in the details, what does this look like?

🕊 Sunday will remain an active member of the general Gnostic Hymns Tumblr group. He will not be dropping any threads unless the muns involved specify otherwise; for a list of ongoing threads, please check the latest activity result on his blog. He is open to both new threads, ask memes, any events the members are inclined to host (such as Lantern Rite), and so on. He is also open to revisiting previous mission boards for those who wanted to participate in certain prompts but were unable to do so with him at the time. If this lyricist has the capacity for it, he may even host original commission boards for those who wish to partake in some more structured prompts. 🕊 This blog will not be opening to the indie scene. As it feels safer to work within the boundaries of the GH group, Sunday will stay closed and affiliated for the foreseeable future. There may come a time much further on when he will eventually open to indie interaction, but this lyricist currently has no interest in doing so. On the other hand, those who were here during GH's first year or so may recall her Alhaitham, who, should his muse be revived, and in the interest of not overstepping the current Alhaitham, has a far greater chance of transitioning to indie upon his reawakening. If this does come to pass, he will continue to follow general GH guidelines regardless of his affiliation with the group, for ease of operations. (Should GH members feel comfortable doing so, they will be welcome to interact with him, but again, only in the event that he does get revived.) 🕊 Despite the upcoming abolishment of activity checks, this blog will continue to meet and exceed activity requirements, as well as posting check results, though now mainly for housekeeping instead of tracking talent points gained. This lyricist is well aware that her AuDHD often does not facilitate timely responses with relation to deadlines, which is why this guideline will remain in place so as to encourage more effective and frequent response times. In hopes of keeping the roleplay active and flowing, this lyricist will endeavor to contact the appropriate mun if she has not received a reply to a thread after three months. While this may seem like a very long grace period, this lyricist hopes it accommodates both her and other muns' needs and so will also attempt to abide by their activity guidelines. 🕊 Since no threads will be dropped, Sunday will retain all the experiences and connections he gained while in GH unless a mun specifies otherwise. His blog will continue to be updated with the appropriate lore and information upon new version releases to the best of this lyricist's abilities (yes, as of this post this lyricist has not yet played 3.8, she's been getting caught up in Genshin and just finished 6.2). In addition, all of his rules, specifically those regarding shipping, will remain the same, with the added requirement of the muse in question coming exclusively from GH. This lyricist is happy to discuss muse compatibility should a mun feel their muse has enough of the right chemistry with Sunday to consider a ship with him! 🕊 For communication, this lyricist can still be reached via Tumblr IMs.

As the closure of GH comes at a rather inconvenient time for this lyricist, she and Sunday will persist in participating in the group and hope that they can provide all other muns with an enjoyable roleplay experience henceforth. Thank you for your support, and we'll see you on the dash!

[suundei]

🕊 january | 2026

Status: 🕊 Passed Talent Points Gained: 🕊 Monthly Activity - +1 Talent Point Allocation: 🕊 +1 -> Skill (Benison of Paper and Rites) -> Level 5 Threads in Progress: 🕊 Red Sun - Yelan 🕊 On Combining Birds and Men with Weird-Ass Curios - Anaxagoras 🕊 Wait, You Have a Corrupt Politician Too? - Kaveh 🕊 Get This Phantom Outta My Opera - Preservation Open 🕊 Fire Inside Your Head - Ororon 🕊 Silver Beneath the Moon - Kinich 🕊 We Don't Need a New Path We Have Path at Home - Columbina (🪽 denotes waiting on Sunday) Threads Completed: 🕊 N/A Level Rewards/Event Prizes: 🕊 N/A

Total Talent Points: 5

[muscle-blues]

red sun.

commission: preservation | qiaoying village | yelan & sunday

[muscle-blues]

   A smile finds its way to Yelan’s lips, as the man’s questions were posed. She scans the young man’s expression as curiosity seems to paint on its canvas, questions regarding the choice of payment somehow bringing something of relief to Yelan, rather than further concern. She was concerned, frankly, that anyone offering to help by way of repair, would only be interested in the proposed monetary gain. Those types, typically, weren’t the ones who would put forth the best effort. 

   However, those who expressed greater interest in the things that were… considerably less attractive (especially to an individual's pockets), typically were far more prepared to give things their all. “Well, Sunday, I’m happy to have you on board. Regarding tea as the payment; I run a teahouse in Liyue Harbor. Yanshang Teahouse.” She wouldn’t admit that her teahouse also doubled as a hideout, as well as a center for possibly less-than-legal activities. After all, this Sunday was not privy to such information at the moment. “We can work something out, whether that means you walk home with the promise of some tea from the coming harvest, or even some from my establishment’s personal collection.”

   She crosses her arms, nodding. Despite service being only a fraction of Yelan’s personal business ventures, she still sought to bring the best possible outcome in her offered servitude. To that, Yelan was rather confident in the quality of her tea. 

   “But yes, in fact it being the season for the tea harvest is why the Millelith and I are trying to rebuild the connecting bridge.” She walks away from Sunday, grabbing the necessities for construction. “You seem like an Outlander, and a recent one at that, so I don’t blame you for not knowing. Qiaoying Village, as you can see, has quite the farm culture, for lack of a better word. With the broken bridge, resources are stymied, and I’m sure you can see how that might impact Liyue’s commerce. With that being said-” Yelan approaches once again, tools now in hand and ready for what lays ahead.

   “Ready to get to work? I trust that a musician’s hand can be careful and practiced even when it comes to construction. Anyone else that shows up can join us as we speed things along.”

[suundei]

Oh, that's tremendously generous if she's offering tea from her own teahouse as compensation. Personally, Sunday thinks that might be a bit much—truly he's just happy with any good-quality tea—until she confirms that a delay in harvest is likely to impact the Liyuen economy. Well, that settles it then, I'll help no matter what. Better to encourage the flourishing of the peoples' livelihoods with what skills he has at his disposal than to sit by and do nothing (not that he wasn't going to help in the first place, but still). He chuckles as Ms. Yelan's compliment towards his abilities. "Yes, let's get started right away." The sooner this is done, the better.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, perhaps his cherubs could be of assistance? Sunday muses over the thought while he accepts the tools from the woman and heads over to the bridge. After a moment of studying the bridge with a critical eye, the Halovian summons the little golden companions and directs them to pick up the long plank of wood needed for the next portion of the bridge. "Careful, don't strain yourselves. And don't keep trying to lift it if it's too heavy for all of you at once, okay?" One of them chimes back a peeved response, and he laughs. "I'm serious, it's not worth hurting yourselves over. We'll figure out a different way if it really is too much."

As if to spite him, the cherubs lift the beam into the air with ease, so he appraises them to ensure they truly have it handled before turning and directing them to position the wood accordingly. Next, he gathers up some nails before scanning the bridge and the new piece. Once again, his perfectionist tendencies are probably a boon here, because safety in traversing the bridge is paramount, and due to that, don't architects and builders have to be exact when constructing such infrastructure? Approaching the plank, he makes swift work of hammering the nails in till the new piece is solid as can be. "All right, you four can let go now." The cherubs comply, and his handiwork holds firm. Huh, maybe this will be easier than I expected. Okay, onto the next one.

He's in the middle of nailing the third board in place when something whizzes right through the nearest cherub, making the little angel flicker and drop its corner as a result. Sunday yelps and whips around, tools dropping as he snatches his diary from his waist while enraged tinkling rings out behind him. "Who's there?!" His gaze pierces through the nearby foliage in search of spotting whatever it was that shot his companion. A minute passes, then two, and then just as Sunday is about to return to his work, a twang sounds and something hurtles towards him. He flinches to the side enough that the arrow grazes his arm instead of impaling it (Ah, that's what hit Sunbeam), leaving a thin cut stinging on his bicep. "Yelan! We're under attack!"

[moonlitdamselette]

we don’t need a new path we have path at home

[moonlitdamselette]

Things always start off so innocently, don't they? It begins with an older woman named Loren who asks for your help carrying some old research logs to her cubicle in the department. Then, the rabbit hole gets deeper—one of the readables slips from the pile, heavily redacted and written in some strange code. Asking around leads you to believe that this might be the obscured logs of an infamous study, way before the Space Station's ethics clearance was the way it was. The research topic was this: how many individuals does it take to make a Path? Can we dare to create a new one? The discovery reinvigorates discussion surrounding the idea, and many are now keen to get their hands on the document and be the first to decode it. You and Loren should probably keep it safe… but it's tempting to find this out for yourself, isn't it? Who knows what you could do with that sort of information… wink wink.

These days, the word ‘research’ alone was enough to set Columbina on edge — thanks in no small part to a certain doctor she wishes no ‘thanks’ upon more than anything. It’s all too familiar a situation; “Could you do me this one small favor?” The stranger had asked, so very kindly in a voice so very soft, yet a softness was hard to hear over the edge of past voices. “It’ll be quick and easy, I promise you’re capable of it.”

‘No’ had been on the tip of her tongue. ‘I want nothing more to do with you. Find someone else. Or better yet, find no one at all.’

She had so wished to scream at the stranger. But she did not. It would be wrong of her to, after all. Though they share the same profession and greet her the same fashion, this stranger is not the one she wants to see crushed a second, third, and thousand times over. Those words are meant for him, and so she holds them back through a silent smile and gritted teeth.

A silence that, unfortunately, ‘Loren’ takes as a ‘yes’, rather than the temporary placeholder response she had meant it to be while she thought of a more polite declination — and before she knows it, the woman is gone. And being kuuvakhi-less as everyone in this strange place seemed to be, without a trace, at that. The only evidence she was ever there to begin with is the stack of reports that were left behind, and the rather disgruntled moon goddess left to hold them.

Columbina sighs, shifting the new weight in her arms to a more comfortable position (though the most comfortable position of all would be just to drop them here and be done with it…) with a frown. She really should more used to having her choices made for her by now… But if the choice is made, nothing else to be done than to follow through. She’ll just leave it behind and leave before anyone can corner her with compliments and drag her into something else. Another thing these types of people so love to do.

But where to drop them off at…? There’s likely some indication of who exactly they belong to beyond just ‘Loren’, if prior experience was anything to go by. Dates, signatures, and research names were typically present on papers like this for organization, and from there, working backwards to their intended ‘home’ should be simple. But…

While usually she can ‘read’ well enough by focusing on the curves of the pen, be it with her senses to guide her or her own hand, this paper is strangely… flat. Nothing for her hand to feel, and no shapes or crevices for the energy to flow between… almost as if there was no pen involved at all. How strange.

“Excuse me,” Columbina approaches the first person her senses reveal to her with papers held high towards where she can feel his head to be in the space. Thankfully her limited energy is enough for that, at least, even if reading the paper alone had failed her. She refuses to open her eyes in a place like this. The world may be worth seeing, sometimes, but a lab is worth less than nothing.

“Could you spare a moment to read this for me? I’m supposed to be helping transport them somewhere, but I don’t know where… I hope the paper itself may have a clue.”

@suundei

[suundei]

"Oh! Yes, of course I can," Sunday replies as the ethereal figure approaches him with a stack of documents. The flowing garments, the cranial wings (wrong position for a Halovian but still piquing his curiosity), the cold and clear and pure melody that this person's presence evokes... what is someone like this doing in such a logical and clinical place? He wonders if they don't yet have a Synesthesia Beacon to translate the documents into their native tongue. "Let me see here...." The silver-bluenette takes the stack with gentle hands and begins skimming through the various papers and logs.

The more he reads through the stack, the more Sunday both wishes he weren't here for this and also finds himself convicted in his need to be here for this. It's all a little too familiar, the material discussed in the documents, the data compiled, the questions asked and hypotheses proposed. Each redaction unnerves him, and those abound in the sheets, but even with much of the stack blocked out, he can still gain an idea of the concepts in question. Most of all, the thesis query for the most heavily-redacted report imprints itself on the forefront of his mind the moment he lays eyes on those damning words.

"How many individuals does it take to make a new Path?"

107,336.

Well.

That's how many it takes to resurrect a dead Path. And—it wasn't just the Oak Family, either. Nearly the entirety of Penacony, whether they knew it or not, had contributed to his near-ascension just by inhabiting the domain of the Order. Still, in order for there to be a new Path, shouldn't there be a new Aeon first? He thinks he might recall something about Ms. Ruan Mei having recently experimented with the possibility of resurrecting a dead Aeon, or Emanator, though the attempt apparently wasn't viable outside of its incubator for longer than a minute. Actually, there's a question: what's with this seemingly recent spat of Aeon resurrection plots? How come the Order's plan wasn't the only one? It's... concerning, especially considering he was trying to create an Aeon-free haven and accidentally almost ended up one himself.

(He will not think about it. He cannot. The power, the opening of his mind, the perception of planes beyond mortal senses, the gradual narrowing of his thoughts into a single uncontrollable drive—)

So. This is already not a route that will end well, he can tell from the get-go. Even if the information might be valuable in understanding Aeons and Paths, it might be better to let it fade into obscurity so that no one who harbors ill intentions can get their hands on it. Who knows what people will do once they learn how to carve out a new Path and Aeon, the difficulty of such endeavors notwithstanding?

Who even was the most recent Aeon to ascend? he wonders as he glances at the person before him. Wasn't it Nanook, or am I remembering wrong? I almost want to say it can't get much worse than Destruction itself, but... honestly I don't suppose it matters much if people get creative about how they use—

"Um." His voice comes out two octaves too high, so he clears his throat and tries again. "What were you supposed to do with these again? Get them somewhere?" And they don't know where the documents are supposed to go. "These, uh, reports appear to be collating data on Paths and Aeons, so perhaps..." What were the different departments again? Aeons, he can't think, his mind is swirling from the memories and his calculations and his worries and maybe he wasn't supposed to look at any of this after all?

[empyrean-reflections]

Wait, you have a corrupt politician too?

Kaveh and Sunday

[empyrean-reflections]

Kaveh almost laughed at the man's apology. Was he really saying sorry to Kaveh? The same Kaveh who was too busy asking his daughter suitcase for logs that he had walked about 15 feet in 2 minutes?

It was nice to not be blamed for it immediately.

"Hey it's no big deal. I wasn't really looking where I was going either. I was asking Mehrak here for some logs and-"

"Beep-beep, boop!"

The blond sighed at her insistance. "Yes Mehrak I'm fine."

"Beep beep boop beep beep boop."

"Do not call him. I swear if you call him I'm rewiring you." Mehrak gave him a pixelated ":(" and went back to floating next to him.

Kaveh shook his head with a soft chuckle. Archons, she really was like him. "Sorry about that. It seems she learned a little something from a certain someone." He dusted himself up and got a proper look at the winged man. Certainly not from Teyvat that was for sure. Although he might be able to pass as one of those animal protectors in Liyue.

"But yes, I'm fine. You seem to be okay too. That's good. I can't afford getting sued right now.... But I'm not from here no. I was originally going to relax but then this guy stole some money and somehow I got roped into it. Safe to say I won't be relaxing. You?"

[suundei]

Sunday chuckles at the interaction between the mechanized... briefcase? and the blond in front of him. It's true that he's worked with plenty of Intellitrons and other mechanical lifeforms while on Penacony, but the universe is vast and varied and thus so are the expressions of life out amongst the cosmos. The little thing reminds him of an old Findie the Express had apparently found here on Jarilo-VI, only that electronic assistant was purportedly a bit insufferable, so perhaps maybe the robots on the HSS are a better analogue? All things considered, it's a bit cute and seems to have something of a personality to it, and it clearly cares about its owner if the man's reactions are any indication.

One of the things the man mentions sticks in his mind (What does he mean, he can't afford to get sued? Not that a lawsuit would be good either way, but do I really look like the type of person who would do that just because neither of us were paying attention to where we were going?), but as he listens, the man confirms his initial guess. Though, "Who was it that stole money? Do you know who the thief is?" The Halovian tilts his head in thought. The potential is there, but it'd be safe to check just in case. "I'm only asking because my companions and I are also tracking down a thief, of sorts. We've been requested to assist with finding the secretary for the Chamber of Commerce—he's embezzling Solwarm funds that were supposed to go towards decorating the Underworld. The Chamber reported that he disappeared this week around the time that they uncovered the crime." His auricular wings twitch, the only sign of his exasperation with the whole situation. "I was actually just on my way to head down to the Underworld. It's the most likely place for him to be at the moment." Unless he somehow managed to make it off the planet entirely, which would be even more of a headache than he anticipated. For his own sanity, Sunday dearly hopes Mr. Kough has just decided to lay low and not fly the coop; he can't imagine the secretary is so desperate yet as to seek asylum out in the universe.

[suundei]

🕊 december | 2025

Status: 🕊 Passed Talent Points Gained: 🕊 Monthly Activity - +1 Talent Point Allocation: 🕊 +1 -> Skill (Benison of Paper and Rites) -> Level 4 ½ Threads in Progress: 🕊 Red Sun - Yelan 🕊 On Combining Birds and Men with Weird-Ass Curios - Anaxagoras 🕊 Wait, You Have a Corrupt Politician Too? - Kaveh 🕊 Get This Phantom Outta My Opera - Open 🕊 Fire Inside Your Head - Ororon 🕊 Silver Beneath the Moon - Kinich Threads Completed: 🕊 N/A Level Rewards/Event Prizes: 🕊 N/A

Total Talent Points: 4

[suundei]

🍬 ( hehe, halo buddies! )

🕊 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜-𝕠𝕣-𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 (still accepting): 06 - 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕩𝕥

The biscuit is admittedly rather cute. Two long wafers wrapped and connected with chocolate that can be broken apart to share? It seems like something one might use to garnish a cake, or an invitation to become friends by offering one of the halves. Sunday still hesitates to pick one; there are so many goodies available, and he has to restrain himself if he doesn't want to make himself sick. Gluttony does come with consequences, after all. It isn't until he spies a floating girl the size of a Pepeshi with a halo that he decides to take one of the Twixt. At the very least, the treat should encourage a conversation, he hopes.

The silver-bluenette offers the girl a kind smile and one of the two wafer bars. "There aren't very many people I've met who aren't Halovians but have halos. May I ask how you came by yours? Mine is a hallmark of my species and a physical manifestation of the Harmony's blessing upon us. I'm Sunday, by the way, just a traveler passing through. And you are?"

As he bites into the wafer, creamy chocolate melts upon his tongue accompanied by the sweet crispness of biscuit. Oh, this is quite good! I wonder how it would taste mixed with strawberries and vanilla ice cream... that'd be a very addicting treat. A high voice echoes through his mind, and it takes a moment for him to realize it's not one of his because he can't control it. In fact, it actually sounds like... the girl in front of him?! How did that happen?!

[suundei]

🕊 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟

dec. elation commission | musician: sunday; singer: kinich

[suundei]

There is a curious energy to the archipelago of Nod-Krai, Sunday thinks, as he explores the quaint little point of civilization that is Nasha Town. Something cold and bright and cleansing, unlike anything he's sensed before, and he yearns to dig deeper, uncover the secrets behind the mysterious light that drenches the area. Inquisitive stares itch at the back of his head and distract him from following through with the idea, however. They're unused to seeing one of my kind. Maybe he should've turned on a disguise so as to blend in better; one can never truly tell how safe a new place is, and he's heard some rather... horrific stories from the Dreammaster and other Family Halovians behind the reason why their species is so reclusive. Not much to be done about it now, unfortunately, what with so many people having seen him like this. It's such a small town, is it usually this crowded?

He finds his answer on a notice board, where a flyer promotes a treasure hunt with a photo of the words "Seek the Black Raven, and the rest shall be revealed!" written on a scrap of paper as the first clue. It makes him think of something Caelus might want to try, considering the Nameless's various adventures, so the Halovian takes a picture of the flyer and texts it to the gray-haired Express member with "Saw this and thought you'd be interested."

The treasure hunt doesn't return to mind until Sunday comes upon a party of what are likely explorers fending off several strange creatures with dark auras. Several members of the group lie injured, and the creatures have them all surrounded. Sunday immediately blasts a creature in the face, making the black fire wreathing it wilt and dissipate in the face of his Imaginary light. Hmm. That's curious. Then let's see.... and with a flick of his wrist, golden thorns shoot out to bind and cut through the enemy. This turns the other creatures' attention on him, and, well. One of them is very big. Maybe more so than he feels comfortable taking on alone while still being mindful of other people's presence.

"Find the nearest person who can help and bring them here," he says to his summoned cherubs. "Go!" One of the uninjured creatures swings at him, and he lashes out with another vine that slices against its chest. The creature staggers back, only to be replaced by another one. With all of his paltry strength, Sunday heaves on the first vine enough to drag the enemy stuck in it, but it doesn't slam into the approaching monster as he had hoped.

Please be quick, I don't know how long we can hold out.

@seiljager

[gardenvampyr]

Fire Inside Your Head

Commission: Elation | Sunday & Ororon

[gardenvampyr]

Fyxestroll Garden was in a state of panic when Ororon arrived at the entrance gates. Loosely clutching onto a map of the Xianzhou Loufu, watching people, who he assumes to be staff, dawned in full armor and blueish looking robes brush past him, filing out one after the other. Not giving the young man a second glance, as they all seem to be in a rush to get to their predetermined destinations. The display, causing Ororon to blink after them in bewilderment, before it morphs into one of worry when he notices the varying degrees of panic that encompassed most of their faces.

'Did something happen?' The young man couldn't help but ask himself, feeling his heart sink in his chest as he observed the chaos that was unfolding around him at this very moment. Overhearing the many hushed murmurs of them talking about a creature, he has never heard of before. A 'Heliobus' they had called it, and by the sounds of it, it doesn't sound very friendly.

"I cannot believe that another one managed to escape out of one of the Suppression Towers... Again! They really need to start double-checking these things more regularly." A noise resembling a scoff is heard, but Ororon's eyes widen at the newly revealed information.

'Escaped?... Are they talking about that creature from before? And what do they mean by again?! This sort of thing has happened once before?!'

"Yeah, but this time unfortunately, a child got caught in the crossfire-" The sentence trailing off as the person gets farther away, but Ororon had heard enough, determination fueling his movements as he grabs the arm of the next person that was just about to step on by him. Not trying to be forceful, but wanting to gain their attention, as he was not able to withstand the uncontrollable storm of emotions anymore that grew with his ever-present confusion.

He turns to face the silver-haired stranger, his inner plight easily read in his demeanor as the begins to speak. "I'm sorry to stop you like this, but what's going on? I just overheard some of these people mention that something called a 'heliobus' is on the loose, and somehow a child is involved in all this? Are they okay? What happened?"

@suundei

[suundei]

It is a very good thig Sunday loves to read and research, otherwise he would be completely lost on this tremendous planet-ship without a clue of what's going on. He knows enough to understand that heliobi are Not Great News (though that may have just been from the Express's recollections of related incidents and the ghost-hunting channel), and that it is Also Not Great for the Vidyadhara to have one of their own be the victim of a possession, though he hasn't yet dug deep enough to understand all the ramifications of this. Despite his talents centering around the effects of memoria on the mind, he's still a mental health specialist. There has to be something he can do to help even just the slightest bit.

It's the earnest question that compels Sunday to stop and pay attention to the person grabbing his arm. 'Are they okay,' the other young man asks, and that further compels the Halovian to answer... as much as he can given his limited knowledge on the Xianzhou in general and the Luofu specifically. As much as he wants to get to the bottom of this as swiftly as possible, he needs to continue assessing the situation before he jumps in, though the former might necessitate the latter, and it's possible this stranger might also want to help. Or he's just curious and concerned.

"I'm not that familiar with this place, but from what I've gathered, a spiritual flame-based lifeform called a heliobus broke out of one of Fyxestroll Garden's Suppression Towers," he explains, pointing towards one of the nearest such structures. "They're meant for imprisoning malevolent spirits like heliobi, which I'm told tend to wreak havoc by possessing people and acting through them. In any case, apparently this one chose a Vidyadharan child and now it's causing trouble all over the place. That's all I've heard, I'm afraid, I don't know where the child is at the moment, nor their current physical condition." The silver-bluenette turns to resume his original path deeper into the garden. "I don't know about you, but I'm on my way to offer my assistance in finding and freeing them."

[suundei]

🕊 elation | december/january

Perseverance prevails, and Preservation's shield allows for all those within to engage in Elation. It's time for some good ol' festivities and winter festivals! This time of year is simply magical for our dear dove, and what better way to spend it than alongside new family and friends? Sunday is a Quanta muse and capable of doing that section of the commission board, but he'll need the accompaniment of a Teyvat muse for the other half. Here are some specific prompts he's interested in:

🕊 Sunday (here):

Nod-Krai Treasure Hunt: Sunday is not, in fact, one to hunt after legends of treasure, preferring not to waste energy on such materialistic things. That being said, what he's heard of this "Wild Hunt" is concerning enough that he might just join one of the parties in the hopes that his tuning abilities and Harmonic powers might be of some use in defending this unholy phenomenon. (He could also use the exercise, unacquainted as he is with running around heck-and-back.) Teyvat mission! (claimed: Kinich)

Chasm Rescue: A realm of darkness touched by the Abyss where haunting hallucinations abound? Sounds like it's time for our favorite Nameless angel to shed some light on the situation! Sunday's Imaginary light and golden cherubs can assist in piercing through the gloom, with the Halovian's tuning a weapon to wield against any antagonistic phantoms. You might... want to help him steer clear of the sludge, though, as it's bound to give him a conniption fit if he falls in. Teyvat mission! (claimed: n/a)

Possessed Vidyadhara: Sunday can't help but wonder what the circumstances were for this dragon kiddo to get themself in this situation. Are they simply an unfortunate victim of the heliobus, or is this a mutual agreement? Either way, even though his specialization is in memoria sensitivity, Sunday is ready to offer up his experience in mental health to assist with exorcising the heliobus from the little Vidyadhara. Quanta mission! (claimed: Ororon)

Nameless Shenanigans: Forging stronger bonds is important when traveling with others. Though Sunday might keep himself a bit apart from the Astral Express, you might find him pleasantly surprised to be invited into their shenanigans. Whether it’s the older adults sharing some quiet time with him or the young adults his age dragging him out on a wacky commission, please love on this lonely, shy bird! He won’t say so for fear of burdening them, but he really would appreciate being invited along! Astral Express! (claimed: n/a)

Retrograde Harmony: A familiar melody, reversed and inverted... seems we've come across your muse and Sunday as natives of a parallel universe! Whether it be set in the world of a familiar franchise (like two different demon-slaying hits or a curse-fighting school), or simply a genre shift such as modern, high fantasy, or wild west, the possibilities are as endless as the multiverse! AU! (claimed: Kazuha, tbd)

Angel in Sugarland: 'Tis the season for all things merry, bright, sweet, and adventurous! Wait, what was that last one? That's right, Sunday and your muse are being sent on the journey of the month to a magical candyland in The Nutcracker! But all is not as it seems, for the Prince's curse is not lifted so easily, and the Mouse King is a far more hardy and cunning foe than the original ballet would have one believe. He's already got the sweet country of Parthenia in a stranglehold, and it's up to your muse and Sunday to find the Sugarplum Monarch so that the Mouse King can be defeated and the Nutcracker freed from his curse! (Aka it is Nutcracker season and Vio neeeeds to put her dove and your blorbo in the blender of one of her favorite ballets. Immediately.) Seasonal! (claimed: Lauma, tbd)

Depending on how these go, he may be able to repeat prompts (and Vio will do her best to help him reply as quickly as she can). Thank you for your aid, my sweet dove can’t wait to get started!

[suundei]

🕊 november | 2025

Status: 🕊 Passed Talent Points Gained: 🕊 Monthly Activity - +1 Talent Point Allocation: 🕊 +1 -> Skill (Benison of Paper and Rites) -> Level 4 Threads in Progress: 🕊 Red Sun - Yelan 🕊 On Combining Birds and Men with Weird-Ass Curios - Anaxagoras 🕊 Wait, You Have a Corrupt Politician Too? - Kaveh 🕊 Get This Phantom Outta My Opera - Open Threads Completed: 🕊 N/A Level Rewards/Event Prizes: 🕊 N/A

Total Talent Points: 3

[suundei]

🕊 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒

nov. preservation commission | musician: sunday; singer: ???

[suundei]

Do not ask them if your playing was adequate or satisfactory, let them tell you themselves what they thought of it. Don't just ask them outright, that would be rude. Sunday holds the question behind his teeth as he stands and bows after finishing playing through the third act piano accompaniment. The applause that greets him feels warm, excited, hopeful, the ladies and gentlemen before him relaxing in apparent relief.

"I'm so glad you offered to step up, Mr. Charmon, you'll fill in for Getta just fine!"

Sunday smiles in response. "Thank you, I appreciate your faith in me. I just hope she'll be all right."

"I think she'll be fine," the artistic director replies, tapping his chin in thought. "It'll take time, of course, but she's resilient, we'll have her back on the bench in no time. You, however, now need to be careful that you don't catch the attention of the culprit. They might not have been aiming for her specifically, but... as of right now we can't be sure that wasn't the case. They could see you taking her place and end up retaliating."

"I thank you for your concern." Sunday turns and gathers up the sheet music off of the piano. "But I can take care of myself well enough. I don't mean to dismiss your worries," he holds up a hand before the conductor can argue, "I am simply saying that I have enough experience and abilities to defend myself if worst comes to worst."

The four glance between themselves as if in silent conferral. Then the stage manager shrugs. "He is a Pathstrider, after all," she says, voice low. "It'd probably take someone of equal power to actually endanger him."

"But if that is the case, he's probably the best one to handle it anyway." The conductor hums in thought, then nods. "Okay. Charmon, we'll leave this to you, but if anything happens, get help. Don't just try to power through it if it turns out you can't actually handle the situation."

Sunday chuckles. "I will, Ms. Ivanova, thank you."

"Take ten, kid, we need to have the corps work through formations for a bit before we start the run-through," the choreographer urges him. With a smile, the Halovian bows his thanks and exits stage left.

Most of the dressing rooms are empty when he returns, the performers out rehearsing onstage; Sunday makes for the green room to grab some water and a quick snack. Finding his personal effects, he rummages around for the bars he packed when the door slams open. (He will not admit it, but he does jump at the sound, it was so loud. Discordantly so.) Someone stomps in, and the silver-bluenette stands up from his bag to look at the newcomer. "Er... is everything okay?"

tagging... you!

[suundei]

[     send   🍬    to generate a mysterious effect! ͏ ͏ ]

When the offer is made it doesn't particularly cause any immediate reactions from Ratio. He is not the one offered in the first place so he just finds himself analyzing it all, and as a whole: the person, the customs around them, how they stick out, the person, the treat... and he quickly finds he shakes his own head, still unsure of it all. But he can see the tides turning in who he was previously speaking with, the halovian he had met with, might take interest in this dessert...

Ratio's face, bare of any alabaster or mechanical contraption, is still as stoney as ever. Watching with an inquisitive knuckle below his chin, he questions the pale-haired man. "Are you so sure, Mr. Sunday?"

🕊 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜-𝕠𝕣-𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 (still accepting): 09 - 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕥

"Well, not terribly, Doctor, but I have to admit, I'm rather intrigued all the same." To be honest, Sunday appreciates Ratio's hesitance to try something new, his suspicion and lack of trust towards that which might potentially be harmful. It's a quality important to survival, a wisdom borne of avoiding things that trigger untoward fates for those who are either ignorant or too willful to pursue their own best interests. In the same vein, the Halovian does not consider himself someone willing to jump into a situation without knowing as much as possible about it first—except, of course, in this newfound state of existence it seems that's exactly what's required of him. He hears no minor-key hostility or ill will from the gentle song the old woman emits, which is... not much evidence in her favor, but if she actually wanted to do either of them harm, there are far more insidious ways of doing so than offering tainted sweets. And... he can't help but feel a bit of yearning for home upon seeing the cute little donuts that remind him of Halovian burgers. What a dilemma; he has to approach this carefully....

(Robin would probably offer him something like this. Had offered him similar things in the past, in fact. Much as he did his best to regulate his intake, sweets had always been a weakness of his. There's no Dreammaster here, bearing down on him with quiet judgmental "concern" over his eating habits and how they might affect his service to the Order... and besides, the spirit of this holiday appears to lie in giving and accepting treats to and from others. It might be rude to refuse.)

With a smile and words of thanks, Sunday takes the proffered pastry, sending the doctor a meaningful glance. "If anything goes wrong, it'd be better for me to take the fall as opposed to you doing so and me being potentially unable to reverse any side effects. I trust you'll figure out what to do in such a case, doctor." And with that, he bites into the donut, sweet frosting and soft pastry lighting up his heart in delight. Another bite—oooh, is that cream filling? And berry jam too, so delicious! He's had something that tasted exactly like this before, right? When was that... oh, yeah, he asked for donuts for his birthday instead of a cake! And Mom made him the donuts and they were so yummy... he almost got frosting all over his face though (but he didn't 'cause he's a big boy now!) from eating so many. Mom said he could only have three 'cause he's still a hatchling and that's a lot of sugar for a bird his size. Oh, but maybe the pretty purple owl-man here might want some? He looks like he could eat a whole bunch and not get sick!

Bright big gold eyes stare up at Dr. Ratio before tiny hands break the donut in half and offer the unbitten piece to the man. "Here, mister! It's really yummy, my Mommy makes the best donuts!"

(The tiny Halovian, of course, does not register the heap of oversized outfit in which his little body now swims, too preoccupied with sharing his treat with the doctor before him.)

[eachdawn]

🍬

☼ TRICK OR TREAT ROULETTE. accepting! [ roll: 5, blood chocolate ]

there's an uncanny resemblance between this man and another person with delicate wings around her ears that he's seen while taking candies along this street --- but perhaps they are just a common trait among a group of people he's never seen before. phainon smiles and waves at the stranger as he picks up the next wrapped candy --- this one a deep, dark truffle of some kind wrapped in gold foil. "hello, there! this is a funny custom, wouldn't you say?..." before the stranger answers him, phainon bites off half of it, and chews --- it tastes vaguely of citrus, bitter cocoa, cream, and... futility.

pale blue eyes blink --- chewing stops partway as the taste of futility lingers, deepens, darkens. futility, madness in the face of it --- trying again, again, and again. at what point does it all become pointless? when are you beyond any hope? phainon shakes his head: a deep scowl sets into pale brows, and he turns to the side of the drive to promptly spit out the chocolate before reaching out to grab the collar of the man with wings that adorn his head. "... don't take one of those. just... don't." the taste still lingers; he won't listen, it seems to say. no one does.

grip on the other man's collar tightens, and phainon tugs slightly, trying to guide this stranger away from the bowl of blood-chocolate truffles. "try anything else, if that's what you want. these, over here, maybe? much more sugary, but not as..." his voice trails off, trying to recall what other options would be less... like this.

[suundei]

Sunday smiles at the friendly pale-haired man beckoning him over and trying one of the candies abundant in the venue. The Halovian approaches and reaches for the bowl when the taller man's demeanor shifts, like a glissando down into a minor key, causing the smaller to freeze and glance over at his new companion. A scowl darkens the other's face to the tune of danger danger screeching on the strings of the back of Sunday's mind, before the man turns, spits out the chocolate, then seizes Sunday's collar in one strong fist, dawn blue eyes seeming to burn holes into those of evening gold.

"... Don't take one of those. Just... don't."

Sunday swallows, mouth going dry at the difference in the man's tone. Before he can choke out any of the words behind his lips, the man hauls him away from the bowl and steers him towards another area of the spread, all the while encouraging him to try anything else, just not those. The silver-bluenette glances at the chocolates, then frowns. Something must be very wrong with them for this man to react that way towards them... or he's just like that, Sunday wouldn't know better. Still, soothing and appeasement are in order, and the Halovian offers the other man a smile as best he can. "Very well, then, I'll keep that in mind. Ah, perhaps these will do? I'm rather partial to sweeter things myself, as it so happens." He plucks two candy-coated strawberries off of the closest plate, offering one to the man and taking a small bite from the other. Crisp sugar and sweet-tart juice burst in his mouth, a delightful mix of flavors that makes his wings flutter in joy. Truly, there's nothing like excellent sweets to boost Sunday's mood when he's feeling depressed or stressed; perhaps this man is of a similar persuasion?

Please feel better, you really made me nervous.

(He's not about to tune anyone without consent, but it couldn't hurt to spread soothing vibrations into the air with the help of his abilities. It might speed up the calming-down process.)