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"Garion, did you buy every tea brand you could find?"
@etherose
Well now...this was quite a sight to find...
Truthfully, Alpha hadn't a faintest clue what she expected to find when relayed the details from dearest Luna, but what she beheld now? Was definitely not it. Movements amongst the Corrupted had arisen to levels around City 025 in a way that she hadn't ever expected. If it was Babylonia's Constructs making a move, Alpha wondered what could be causing such a stir to this degree.
Red Tide levels were much higher than normal...
And then she got the answer...literally...floating over-head.
❝ ...that's a new one. ❞ A soft mutter beneath her breath as she slowed her bike to a stop just as the brilliant flash of PINK and PURPLES caught her gaze, watching the ARROW fired off and crashing down atop a group of Corrupted, wiping them out in a brilliant blast of...well, nothing less than what Alpha could describe as 'beauty incarnate'. Bike comes to a stop, her boot kicking down her stand and shutting it off with a turn of key, slipping it free from the ignition and pocketing it in a pouch before her tail claimed Sakura from the side 'holster' for her scabbard. Boots scuffing the stones of the ASPHALT as she walked along the ruined highway, before hopping off the side of the bridge and plummeting down to the ground with a thud.
Of course, her FRAME was designed for combat, so a fifty foot or more drop...that meant nothing to her. Her eyes never taken off the woman who caused so much BEAUTIFUL DESTRUCTION that she had drawn the Agent's intrigue. But yet the first thing she noted...this woman was LIVING.
No fleck of the Punishing Virus...
...nor was she a CONSTRUCT.
How did she have power AKIN to an Ascendant?
Caution issued now as she adjusted her posture with her approach, allowing single scarlet ocular to watch the floating Herrscher, metallic digits loose and ready to grab for the hilt of her blade as she hummed. ❝ ...so you're causing all this commotion. Wiping out our...PAWNS...so effortlessly...you're strong. ❞ But how strong, really?
That was her goal to find out...and she delighted in this...SUSPENSE before the conflict to come.
@etherose
♋: What drew you to this muse?
Nosy Munday Meme
♋: What drew you to this muse?
My wife!
Time for some lore, I had never originally had an interest in writing Fischl. The character I was most interested in writing was actually Zhongli, but I was nervous about the saturation of writers of him - a popular character in a fresh community was bound to have a bunch of interpretations, and I knew well enough the possible backlash of not writing in accordance with other people's perceptions of a character.
So, at my wife's suggestion, I opted to write Fischl instead! Needless to say, we can see that has worked well!
@etherose &&. said... “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” (Hi Ren do you like a random pink elf lady just kinda showing up and wanting to be friends-)
the knife ren holds in his hand is dull; he could press his thumb to the blade without fear of drawing blood. ( surely even a human could do the same, and they aren't nearly so DURABLE. ) there's a piece of wood cradled in his opposite palm — smooth, stripped neatly of all its bark. the shavings litter the ground at his feet, yet no matter how much the wanderer cuts away, nothing ever seems to take shape. he's devoid of any inspiration, merely hacking amateurishly away at his foundation — presumably until an idea miraculously comes to him or there's merely nothing left to carve. ren doesn't have any particular preference for either OUTCOME. he works only for the sake of keeping his hands preoccupied.
it's not unusual for the wanderer to dabble in such tiny interests. he doesn't sleep and his current life has left him with a curious deluge of FREE TIME. ordinarily, ren would prefer to fill these languid hours with books and solitary strolls through the wilderness — but he's always been an awfully TACTILE creature, and so endeavors that require use of his hands hold similar appeal. painting, sewing, cooking. he cycles through hobbies on a whim; some persist, while others are only as good for what fickle moments they actually manage to occupy his attention before growing stale. wood carving is evidently how he's chosen to spend this particular evening — settling down in a comfortable spot to watch as the sun slowly crawls below the horizon. ( painting the sky a brilliant, warm-toned gradient in its wake — like BLEEDING INK. ) perhaps tomorrow something else might catch his interest. who knows; he has eternity to burn.
he doesn't look up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, merely carving away another paper-thin strip of wood. ❝ ... i can't say i'd make for good company. ❞ it's not necessarily an effort to push her away ( though it would be DISHONEST to say that doesn't play a role ) but rather a statement of fact in his usual blunt manner.
several seconds pass, the silence only broken by the intermittent scraping of the knife. it drags on long enough one may be forgiven for assuming that's all he has to say — before the wanderer suddenly exhales a soft huff of a sigh. ❝ ... but i also can't stop you either way. ❞ technically. it's not as if he OWNS this space.
MISC SENTENCE STARTERS
"That, uh... That's not what I meant by 'Cut down Devona.'"
@etherose - signora absolutely refuses to do any of these. no way. that'd be humiliating.
"Come now, surely you must feel an inclination towards one of them. Your secret is safe here." How can he not milk this for all that is worth?
incorrect quotes :: open
send a ✏️ and names for some shenanigans using this
@etherose sent: ✏️ Faust and Hong Lu?
Hong Lu: Good morning! Faust, checking their watch: Correct.
Faust: I made tea. Hong Lu: I don't want tea. Faust: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea. Hong Lu: Then why did you tell me? Faust: It's a conversation starter. Hong Lu: It's a horrible conversation starter. Faust: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.
Faust: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Hong Lu: Mine just says "Hong Lu no." Faust: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.
Faust: Love makes people do stupid things. Hong Lu: I love everything! Faust: That explains a lot.
"Oh good, grandma is here."
