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[ ^ ^ ] : @verdantscribe sent in: “It's the third one this week. are you sure everything's okay?“

Between Kaveh's labored breaths and his clammy skin, he probably wouldn't have even bothered acknowledging Alhaitham's comment. Yet, here he was thinking on what to say carefully as to not have his roommate worry too much.

He was always worrying about something these days. He needed a break.

"Yeah..." He forced a smile, "I'm okay thank you."

Coward. He calls himself silently, only for him and the archons to hear. He couldn't even tell Alhaitham the truth... Maybe this was why they fought so much.

"Just had a dream about Madame Faruzan knocking me out during the Inter-Darshan Championship." A forced laugh. "You have to admit

it was pretty embarrassing."

[hoyoverserpcpositivity]

@verdantscribe & @inyvat are such sweet, little goobers and they put up with my nonsense when noone else would. I love these two and want the best for them :) Live happily and peacefully, guys.

[celcstialls]

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"This Grand Scribe nonsense you keep complaining about!" Kaveh quips back, hands already firm on his hips- like a stern, disappointed Mother scolding her child. "Day after day, it's the same thing! Oh, no one is good enough for this job- they really shouldn't even bother applying-- then! You go on and on about how much you hate it! If you hate it so much, why not just give it to the best applicant of what you have and have it done with!" His own voice is raspy and aggravated- from his own countless nights of 4am projects, not to mention lack of morning coffee. "That way we can be finally rid of your petty complaining." His last sentence was more or less hissed out under his breath- the Architect rolling his eyes with a sigh and flopping himself down onto his Roommate's fancy couches. "Why complain to me as if I can do anything about it? You've already said so yourself, that I am not to your oh-so-high standard of the Grand Sage role."

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a light sucking of his teeth indicated that a challenge had been presented before him, and who was he to step down from one? it wasn't as though he hadn't been in this situation before ( several mortals and immortals alike teased him for being short ), but he always enjoyed the look on their faces when he proved them otherwise.

( not that it would change the fact that he was short but still )

' is that so ?? maybe i should test the waters out and see if they're to my liking. '

with a tap of his shoes, venti lifted himself off the ground and began to slowly hover higher and higher until he was just about eye level with the other, a cocky smirk overtaking his lips.

' hmm, it could be better. seems like there is a huge, green mountain in the way, but i suppose beggars can't be choosers ~ '

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[ ^ ^ ] : @verdantscribe sent in: ❝ Could we please do without the overt display of emotion? ❞ (Oh please Alhaitham, you know that will never happen.)

Of course Alhaitham had something to say about Kaveh's personality because it was always something with them. (Not that Kaveh was complaining, he liked the consistency.) Yet here he was, fueling the fire that Haitham had started.

"You!-" Kaveh took a deep breath, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself "Maybe it would do you some good to have a little more emotion than brooding!" His cheeks red with frustration.

Kaveh's temper was always a force to be reckoned with, and here it was. His voice no longer inside level as it echoed a off the walls.

"It's always something with you!"

[al-hazen]

@verdantstride -- ;

The sun barely lingered as a burst on the horizon over Ay-Khanoum, the velvety palate of the coming night dragged over the sky like a blanket. Cool but warm hues dyed the expanse of the city-state as the last of the twilight burned away, a corona of light budding over the buildings until the presence of another drew his eye. The Valuka Shuna was adroit as he was soundless, a messenger worthy of the place he held in his court.

"Back already, Ahum-Nur?"

[unboundwanderers]

               Deep within the libraries of The Sumeru Akademiya- A little wedge between two bookshelves seems to be cosmically and coincidentally perfect for a specific Police Box that begins to fade in and out of reality with a loud groan and a wheeze. The Box fades in and rests with a loud thud before the doors spring open and a silver hair, fair-eyed, sharp-chinned Timelord emerges. His outfit comprises many tans and navy blues together in a beautiful fusion- but a long multi-colored scarf that drops down to the knees- seemingly throws off the look. A dress shirt, waistcoat, cravat, tan pants, and white trainer sneakers compromise the base outfit- with a navy blue coat and scarf making up the outer layers. His tan fedora is left in the Tardis- which is closed behind him.

               "Now, if I'm going to bring along someone from this region- I might as well start reading up about their culture." The Timelord had recently brought along a new Companion, a mercenary from the region known as Dehya- and while she wasn't presently with him, he'd used the benefit of being a time traveler to pop a few weeks into the past before he'd met Dehya- That way he could smuggle some books from Sumeru aboard The TARDIS and pop out without needing to worry about anyone asking where she'd gone or where she might be. The Sumeru Akademiya seemed the best place to find cataloged accounts of their culture and history. However, after wandering for a few minutes The Doctor quickly stopped to bite the tip of his middle finger as his eyes scanned the library.

               "Oh, dear-oh-me..." He muttered to himself, "Doesn't anyone keep a central cataloging system in this library...?" He muttered to himself pressing a hand against his forehead and scanning the books. "Alphabetically organized? Genre separated? What if I decide I want to take a break from History and try crime noir?" He stopped for a second, "If they even have Crime Noire, here." He wandered aimlessly again until he eventually found book slivers titled 'HISTORY VOLUMES I - IV' and a bit of reading eventually led him to find it was just general history of Teyvat- which frustrated him initially, but he realized he might need that- so he stacked it in a pile along with the rest of the volumes.

               Eventually, after wandering aimlessly through the library for a good hour or four, he finally bumped into someone else- eyes still wandering over the expansive library. "Oh, good-" He quickly turned their back to them as he kept scanning various titles with his eyes, "A custodian- I need some help... looking for Sumeru History, you see I'm trying to practice my social skills with a local and I figured learning up about the history might make for some good-" He finally eventually turned toward the direction of the person he'd bumped into... train of thought horrifically crashing and burning once his eyes met the other, "...Conversation... Oh, dear."

               A look-alike stood directly in front of him. Same height, same features, maybe a bit less jewelry and exposed arms- but this person was pretty much a picture-perfect duplicate. Oh, no. The Doctor really thought he'd gotten away with an original face this time- but low and behold, he'd stolen another one through the curse of regeneration. You really do never know what you're going to get. "...Er... Uh... Good evening, is-" He looked from side to side and pressed a finger against his chin, "How are you today?"

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