#eonsadrft

[lumaere]

I’m ugly laughing at my own horrible jokes now, someone stop me

[kusa-of-sumeru]

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❝ How interesting! This is what the Traveler meant. However– these answers do not reflect what's on your mind. ❞

[erabundus]

his gaze flicked from the anemo vision the other wore, to his familiar ( oh so familiar ) face. he had been in this situation BEFORE, hadn't he? the way he acted at that time ... how pathetic. ❝ it's been a while, hasn't it?  ❞ head canted to one side. ❝ what name do you use now ... wanderer?  ❞

@eonsadrft

[mrcyclopsfan]

@eonsadrft​ : ❝ ... ❞ Wanderer clearly knew who this kid was. On top of that he reminded him of someone from the past. He stared at him, arms crossed, not knowing exactly what to do. He wanted to be annoying, but it was a child in front of him. For some reason, he didn't dare.

“MR. SCARAMOUCHE!!!” He shouts running towards the other. He wraps his arms around the wanderer’s waist looking up at him excited. “I found you!! I found you! I found you!  Hehehe, that means we can play right? I gotta show you Mr. Cyclops!!” 

[iiryoku]

*plotted starter. / @eonsadrft​

It was something upon the air, it was the scent of fine fabric and anemo. Just like always, the wind told a story, a story that slowly unfolded before crimson depths, captivating like maple leaves amongst bright yellow. It was a combination that always had captured the wandering samurai’s eyes, it was why autumn was his favorite season. Inhaling deeply, Kazuha breathed the scents he had caught into his lungs before releasing them slowly out his mouth, with eyes briefly closing before he calmly started to wander, towards the direction, it was coming from. It was an interesting combination, especially as a hint of something unknown laid beneath the two familiar scents, which awoke the samurai’s curiosity.

Finally reaching the area, where soles gently graced the ground, almost soundless in their lightness, Kazuha halted, only to calmly gaze around, to take everything in that mother nature had made blossom and grow. There was a pleasant taste of anemo in the air. Suddenly catching a pair of unfamiliar depths, the samurai blinked slowly before smiling politely at the stranger before him as a light breeze brushed against fair features.

 ❝ Hello. I apologize if I am intruding. The wind spoke of you and I couldn’t help, but be curious of whom it was speaking of. ❞

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @eonsadrft​ asked:  Wanderer keeps quiet after entering one of Dottore's many secret laboratories, approaching a table with a large number of vials… from which he slowly moved his hand to throw one of them to the floor. Yes, like a cat. 

❝ Whoops. ❞

UNPROMPTED: ALWAYS ACCEPTING  

PROBABILITY did not favor the chance of crossing paths with Dottore even when venturing into his dens. He had lairs strewn across Tevyat for whenever something in an area caught his fancy, only to be DISCARDED or NEGLECTED when his interest was sated or something BETTER caught his attention. After all, a tiger prefers a FRESH KILL over chewing on the same carcass for days. Eventually he’d return. Or some segment of him (although probability had decreased with the number he’d sacrificed. But he was not so foolish as to sacrifice them ALL to a god who was IGNORANT of their existences). Regardless, PROBABILITY favorited the chance that the Wanderer would not encounter The Doctor.

LUCK, however, did not seem to favor him. If he was TRYING to avoid The Doctor, that is.

“  You’ll be replacing that.  “  Dottore’s rough voice rolls like an oncoming storm from the darkness that he was standing in, HELLFIRE red eyes hidden beneath his ever present mask.  “  Look at you, scurrying back to the labs. It almost seems like you MISS it. Or rather, the purpose.  “  He laughs, harsh and cruel as he walks closer with RAPTORIAL intent. He knows, naturally, that it is NOT the truth. But it is no less amusing to him. A puppet without a purpose, a puppet deluding itself to a status of grandeur only to fall on his face.

“  I must say. You’re rather....disappointing.  “  Dottore remarks, head tilted towards the shattered glass and splattered chemicals.  “  But previous results indicated as much with your OWN schemes. I muse say however, you served your PURPOSE for ME quite well. Congratulations.  “  Lips twist upwards, exposing jagged fangs in a VICIOUS grin. Going back with TWO gnosis had truly been quite the accomplishment. All thanks to the predicted failure.

[abyssmalice]

@eonsadrft​ asked: ❝ Are you still alive? Surprising and disappointing. ❞ 

“I should be the one saying that!” Tonia puffs her face with childish indignance, waving an annoyed fist in the Wanderer’s direction. “After causing us so much trouble to deal with, how do you get to leave the Fatui practically scot free and I don’t? You still have a stupid hat to wear too!”

[wanderingxmaple]

@eonsadrft cont'd from  🍁

The Sabzeruz festival really was a thing of beauty. Everything was so bright and colorful. Streets were filled with locals as well as crowds of people that had come from all across Sumeru to celebrate the birth of the dendro archon. As someone who was merely passing through, Kazuha almost felt out of place. He'd simply decided to stop by to see what all the commotion was about, and had never intended to stay for long. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small figure, (or more accurately a large hat). It was really all he could see of whoever was scurrying by. Wherever he was going, he certainly seemed to be in a hurry, so much unlike everyone else at the festival that seemed to be strolling through the markets at their own pace. Perhaps it was out of sheer curiosity that he decided to follow the boy. He followed the Wandering to an open area near the lake and stopped only a few feet away. " My apologies if I'm INTERUPTING something. I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be in a bit of a hurry back there. Were you not enjoying the festival ? "