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HC-Based Arlecchino ; Genshin Impact
Multiship & Multiverse ; 13+ RP experience
OC-friendly; 21+ ; Lit (3+ Para)
Written by Furi, 25F
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Private; Highly Selective; Indie
HC-Based Arlecchino ; Genshin Impact
Multiship & Multiverse ; 13+ RP experience
OC-friendly; 21+ ; Lit (3+ Para)
Written by Furi, 25F
@hearthfather || Closed starter for Arlecchino~
"Losing blood...?" Oh, that was rich. Now a Fatui Harbinger was worrying about him. Did he really look that pathetic while down for the count? He should ignore all that dizziness and get back on his feet, then, and quickly.
"No... I know exactly where my blood is."
I couldn't leave you there // for Elarae <3
Protector / Protected || Accepting!
There's a presence in the room with her as she starts to come to, and on the one hand, she wants to feel it might be one that is familiar...but no, something about this woman's aura gives her...a CHILL. (It radiates an aura that almost reminds her too much of the Aetherside, of the BLIGHT...and it makes her body tense as she starts to come to more.) Fingers flex, feeling a grogginess in her that she hadn't felt since Valley IV, when she overloaded her originium arts...and caused her mask to react.
The stabilizer even felt 'hot' to the touch as she hissed with pain.
"...?" The voice catches her attention, now shifting her head towards the Knave with a blink of silver orbs behind that mask, her body adjusting little by little as she sat up, feeling all her energy just sapped from her still. "...thanks. But...who are you?" Introductions were in order, and though Endmin couldn't let her guard down, ready to summon forth her blade to protect herself if she had to fight. (But why would she...if she was just saved?)
She wasn't LANDBREAKER...but who knows...she could be...
Part of THEIR group...
"...I assume you only found me, and not a White Haired Liberi,
or a loud, goofy Lung?"
@hearthfather
Sentence Starters. // Accepting.
@hearthfather - ''kill them all, see if i care.'' (For Harbinger Lohen?)
He takes a look at the approaching figures, some meddling scavengers from way up the Northern plains & deliberately yawn, with a hand slightly covering that mouth though. Its one thing for the cafe's staffs to come see if they need anything else, like a refill of the tea kettle but whoever were these nuisances, Lohen certainly does not remember having any dealings with these lowlives traipsing in the cold wilderness of Snezhnaya.
Really, the gall to come interrupt the conversation he was having with The Knave, what a lack of self-awareness.
Staying seated, out comes protruding his treasured knife from his sleeve, halfway poking out at the wrist. ''Well gentlemen, you heard the lady'', a last warning for these idiots to scamper off.
Honestly, the 10th Harbinger would rather not cause too of a ruckus in the main city, it would look bad for the Tsaritsa. ''If you have any more concerns, i would suggest taking this outside the walls before the Royal Guards catch you being a public endangerment''.
A moment of silence, unsavory stares and a small 'tch' from one of these scavengers before they stomp off.
That should do, now where we they, oh yeah!.
''The kid's fine now, Emmanuil i mean'', really thanks to Lohen's sense of alertness to figure out something was up & tending to the poor kid's health before it escalated. ''If i hadn't taken care of that spinal tumor, it would have left him with legs paralysis and other mishaps to compromise mobility'', among other factors.
sender kisses receiver's knuckles.
VARYING KISSES
Arlecchino was one of the very few people around whom Columbina felt... Comfortable. One of the very few people that never seemed bothered by the maiden's peculiarities. There was never any hesitation between them. The other never questioned her intentions, nor what might come of their endless games of finding one another.
There were nights when the Damselette would go looking for the Knave, simply seeking companion; other times when they'd spend afternoons together. More often than not, they found themselves drawn back to one another.
On one such evening, Arlecchino had invited the Damselette for a dinner. A special one, Fontainian style. For that, it was asked for her to dress nicely– which she did. A long, dark gown adorned with strings of pearls, caught by the soft glow of the hallway lamps, shimmering ever so faintly. One of many gifts the Fatui had left for her, as though they had expected to one day fall beneath her grace.
She had never found much use for such gifts. They rarely served any purpose.
Yet now, there she was, standing at the door to greet her date; berry-like lips curled into a smile just a little wider than usual.
A pale hand reached out, met by a gentle kiss against her knuckles.
' I'm glad that you came. Shall we go now? '
( answered ) @hearthfather : EMPLOY For ana, probably bodyguard, maybe they went somewhere together and Arle was tasked to look after her?
"Your presence is unnecessary, Knave." Anastasya speaks, looking out the window of the train car. "I made it rather clear I did not require a guard for this outing."
But of course - the Tsaritsa traveling on her own is a rare occurrence, after all. There are many within Snezhnaya who still do not accept their God, should those dissenters see her on her own, there is no telling what could happen.
( the concern is to the cities themselves. Anastasya is not fragile, but she also does not know her own strength. )
As such, Arlecchino was appointed her bodyguard, much to the Tsaritsa's displeasure. The woman rests her chin against her knuckles, staring at the sheet of frost over the window glass.
"you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch!" + reverse (Arle gets a little fucked up (?)) for Sandrone
Sure , she'll just had first aider to her resume now. An empty huff , in truth she'd rather see to Arlechinno herself than allow one of the guys to do it , somehow even though they're all working for the same cause , the competition between the harbingers sometimes ground her gears. Sandrone had little time for stupid games.
❝ well don't just sit there , are you going to show me where the wound is or not ? ❞
She could be doing so many other things right now but what caught her attention was the slight apprehension from the Knave , and when the other's shirt came off revealling lashings to the other's back and stomach , Sandrone felt herself short circuiting for a moment.
❝ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch ! ❞
Suddenly her little first aid kit ( that had no use to her personally ) seemed completely useless , ❝ I'm not a nurse you know , I fix robots … ❞ in other words she had no idea what to do here , and she did not what to fuck the wounds up more.
❝ did you not think about visiting a real doctor ? ❞ why ME ?
Sentence Starters. // Accepting.
@hearthfather - ''Gotta say, I never would've recognized you.'' (for Clervie)
Unrepressed stifle of laughter, a hand reaching for her cup of tea, ''hah, looks like i won my own challenge'', to wander Snezhnaya landscapes, complete odd jobs and even train in Fatuus facilities, etc. All of that right under The Knave's nose & for years one might add.
What a pat on the back this is.
''But really though'', as Clervie took a sip or few, ''its just been eventful the last year or so'', considering she got dispatched in Natlan to help them as per orders of Capitano.
''...And it was a little hard wanting to leave...'', after said Harbinger's sacrifice for the Nation of War.