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— 3.3 SPOILERS PRESENT.
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@threebetrayals
an independent, private, & selective KUNIKUZUSHI / SCARAMOUCHE of genshin impact. penned by grey (29, they/them, PST).
— 3.3 SPOILERS PRESENT.
‒‒‒‒‒‒ carrd. est. 11/12/22
sooo it’s probably kinda obvious at this point, but. i’m taking a hiatus from this blog. i’ve managed to completely burn myself out on genshin (ironically it was all the grinding for wanderer that i think did it lmao) and my mental health has been… struggling a bit, to say the least.
i’m sure i’ll be back at some point!! i don’t often get as invested in characters as i did with scara just to drop them after a month, so i’m sure my energy for him will come back. for now though… i’m enjoying myself a little more being focused on my ocs again while i work on my mental health. if you’d like to, you can follow me on the blogs i’m active on rn, here or here, or even request my discord if you’d like it.
i love y’all, and i hope you’re all doing well! ♡♡♡
sooo it’s probably kinda obvious at this point, but. i’m taking a hiatus from this blog. i’ve managed to completely burn myself out on genshin (ironically it was all the grinding for wanderer that i think did it lmao) and my mental health has been... struggling a bit, to say the least.
i’m sure i’ll be back at some point!! i don’t often get as invested in characters as i did with scara just to drop them after a month, so i’m sure my energy for him will come back. for now though... i’m enjoying myself a little more being focused on my ocs again while i work on my mental health. if you’d like to, you can follow me on the blogs i’m active on rn, here or here, or even request my discord if you’d like it.
i love y’all, and i hope you’re all doing well! ♡♡♡
i haven’t actually mentioned it here (mostly because i’m embarrassed because i’m so unoriginal) but. the reason i’m still referring to my scara as kuni in post-chapter 3 threads is because i named my wanderer kunifuki / 国復 entirely because i enjoy the idea of taking the name he gave himself and changing it to something better suited to who he is now. 復 as kanji means ‘to restore, revert, return to’ so where kunikuzushi translates to ‘country destroyer,’ kunifuku translates roughly to ‘country restore’ or ‘return to the country.’
it’s not perfect, there’s probably some adjustment to this name on its own that i can do because that option to name him came so suddenly that i rushed through making the translation work, and i may well give him a completely different name if something better comes to me eventually, but. yeah!! wanted to finally share that here lmao
@palmatums sent: ❝ if you’re planning on killing me, at least let me finish this song. ❞ // modern maybe?
» ragnarok prompts ‒‒‒‒‒ accepting
brought to a pause by the words, kuni stands still in the doorway to the living room, gaze slowly drifting from kazuha’s very focused expression down to the dexterous fingers that move so smoothly along the strings of his guitar. lips purse, but he says nothing further as he simply OBSERVES for several long moments, listening to the tune his boyfriend works to construct and watching as he pens down a few notes here and there in a nearby notebook. finally, kuni exhales a mighty sigh and steps further into the room, setting down the drink he’s brought kazuha from work on the coffee table before him.
“ fine, ” he agrees, tone missing some of the bite it had held just moments ago. leaning forward, kuni then takes it upon himself to FULLY interrupt the other man’s work with a couple fingers beneath his chin, tipping his head back so he can steal the soft ‘welcome home’ kiss he’s owed. once he begins to pull away though, hand dropping and eyes opening to meet kazuha’s gentle, vermillion gaze, his voice lowers as he speaks mere inches from the other’s lips;
“ but the lyrics of this song better be your last will and testament because i WILL be spending this next hour plotting out your very careful and detailed murder. ” a smile far too pleasant to pair with words that sound so genuinely serious, and kuni presses another quick peck to kazuha’s lips before he turns to leave the room. “ i wonder if it’s too late to file for life insurance... ”
i-i’m not crying... it’s not like it took me a week to grind enough gems after losing my 50/50....... i’m totally normal shut up-
EVERYTHING comes at a cost.
And if you ASPIRE to do things that most could never dream of, then naturally, there will be an UNIMAGINABLE price to pay.
carrd.
suiyuun.
very politely strangles him.
joke’s on you, he doesn’t have to breathe.
“ ... ”
“ this is stupid. ”
lupusmatra.
@threebetrayals stands on the scales to be judged / / plotted starter call ⚖️
⚖️ — “ found you. ”
Scarlet Sands rings out like thunder before the lightning strike when Cyno bangs the end of his polearm into the ground and the jackal headdress upon snowy locks of hair morph into a lupus face of Judgment. with chin pointed downward, the burning white eyes of justice see who stands before the Scales. The General Mahamatra has found his target.
“ Balladeer. Wanderer. a change of identity cannot erase the sins of your soul. ”
ǟ ɖɛɮȶ! ֆȶɨʟʟ օաɛɖ!
and Cyno has come to collect. he lifts his head and scarlet eyes finally gaze upon the Wanderer. the one who thought himself a god. the one who thought to overthrow the Dendro Archon. the one who struck Tighnari down in Pardis Dhyai. the one who brought the Fatui to Sumeru; the Fatui who experimented and corrupted a sick little girl. Cyno’s gaze sharpens with disgust and his veins fill with rage and violence from an ancient spirit that shares his body. The Scales tip unbalanced and Judgment has passed.
Cyno jumps down from the ledge and with incredibly speed he rushes the former Harbinger. clouds of dust and dirt follow after the Mahamatra’s steps and Cyno stops just a foot before The Wanderer, holding the tip of his polearm beneath the puppet’s chin. Revenge No, Justice is right there.
But. powers higher than Cyno, stronger than Anpu’s thirst for blood and Judgment, keep Cyno from plunging his weapon forward.
a single dendro crystalfly flutters above The Wanderer’s left shoulder and Cyno grips his weapon tighter. with frustration.
“ The Lord Kusanali may have absolve you, but I have not. ”
unfamiliar voice draws him to a pause, has him turning in place so that his gaze might find the one who speaks to him. he knows, of course, the moment indigo eyes fall upon the headdress, EXACTLY who this is. though they’ve never met, he’s heard plenty about the general mahamatra, the one who values JUSTICE above all else. it’s impossible to be involved with the akademiya in any capacity without hearing at least a bit about him.
truthfully, he’s been half-expecting this. part of him has been waiting for the man to track him down, to seek justice for all the WRONGS he’s committed in sumeru, so it comes as little surprise that, apparently, the time has come.
when cyno launches at him, brings the sharp end of his polearm to his throat, the wanderer doesn’t so much as flinch. instead, he merely meets the man’s gaze, expression unreadable. he KNOWS that the general mahamatra won’t kill him outright, that he won’t dishonor the protection buer has put him under — at least, not yet. not without good reason presented for him to cross that line. for the moment, he’s SAFE, no matter how the other tries to intimidate him.
“ then kill me. ” eyes flash as he finally speaks, but still the former harbinger makes no move to physically retaliate. “ if that is how you believe justice will be achieved, do it. ”
perhaps there’s a challenge in his tone, something daring the general to go ahead and TRY to end it all here. in all honesty though, he has come to recognize the error in his ways, to see his prior actions for how HORRENDOUS they had been — choices he had made after being manipulated and misguided, but HIS choices and actions all the same. admitting to this aloud, however, openly accepting the guilt verbally... is difficult. what’s easier is falling back into the smug, petty behaviour he’s carried out for centuries.
“ but have you considered, general mahamatra, that you don’t know everything? if you don’t know everything... how HONEST can your judgement be? ” a sneer tugs at his lips, and the wanderer scoffs. “ you don’t have to absolve me. ...unless you think the dendro archon’s blessing is untrustworthy? ”
rp prompts — answered
@threebetrayals asked ; “ i urge you to remember exactly who it is you’re talking to. because while others might appreciate your tone, i assure you, i do not. ”
The slow roll of her eyes was mocking, clearly unamused by the other's demands. Regardless of their ranks, he was always going to be seen as weak in her eyes. Why should she be taking orders from the likes of him?
"Oh dear. Did I strike a nerve?" She asked, leaning her face in close to the others. Smirking. He was so pretty, pitty it was wasted on such a nasty attitude.
"You know, you should learn to speak a little nicer to a lady, Balladeer" Her hand reached outwards, gently pinching a few strands of indigo hair between her fingertips. How pretty indeed.
"..Wouldn't want to make me cry? Would you?"
oh, how he LOATHED her. the sheer lack of respect would be enough of a reason on its own, but that paired with her utter FASCINATION with him, with puppets as a whole... it sent him beyond a simple hatred. at least dottore, in all his similar, disgusting intrigue, could occasionally offer something USEFUL. sandrone... she only looked down on him while coveting the nature of his existence.
though he refused to be the one to back away, regardless of the amount of discomfort he felt in having her face so close to his own, scaramouche didn't hesitate to slap her filthy hand away when she reached for his hair.
" don't touch me, " he hissed, more emotion, more anger seeping into his voice than he wanted to allow. to say he felt unsettled in sandrone's presence was an understatement, but he didn't like to ADVERTISE that fact — certainly not to her.
" you should learn to show some RESPECT to your superior. " a pointed remark, a reminder that, even if his rank was only one higher than hers, he was still above her. " know your place. "
just a little note: i'm trying to reply with beta editor for those who are using it and/or stuck with it because i know it's infinitely easier on you guys. if i ever reply with legacy editor on any of you because i don't realize you're on beta or because i just forgot, please feel free to poke me!! i'll happily repost to make things easier. :>
suiyuun.
he drinks of the other’s rage like the FINEST of wines, unabashed in the ARDOR with which he consumes. it’s SHAMEFUL really. a man of culture and politeness - all should feel welcome in the kamisato home, yet ayato had INSTANTLY disliked kuni the moment he’d beset eyes upon him. maybe it was a MISGUIDED protection of kazuha, a sort of WAYWARD possessiveness bent on making up for all the failings his clan had made regarding the kaedehara’s as well as tomo. truthfully, however, ayato was more inclined to BELIEVE that when two snakes spotted eachother in the grass - only BLOODSHED could come from it.
❝ well that isn’t very polite.❞ it comes out a near PURR - saccharine in it’s sweetness and all the hallmarks of a cat ready to sink it’s teeth into the neck of a downed creature. of course, ayato does no such thing. that ISN’T his goal here. he has no want to truly DESTROY the man before him - not when he’d done that to himself enough and would continue to PUNISH his being for all eternity. ❝ i do believe it would put your lover at ease to know we are on good terms. after all- ❞
it’s best that the three of them DON’T see this. it’s best that they don’t know ayato’s next words, as he leans forward and gently pushes the cup of tea towards the slighter male.
❝ doesn’t he technically… belong to the kamisatos? ❞ to me.
he waits for his guest to CRACK light lightning, and when he doesn’t, ayato only hums in response, leaning backwars just slightly and flicking a bit of INVISIBLE dust from his immaculately pristine white sleeve. ❝ they don’t need to hear the things that pass between the lips of people like us, kuni. do you think they should be soiled by the dirt and blood that stains our hands? if your intent is to sully kazuha’s soul as deeply as your own is, do say so now, and i can make your disappearance look like an unfortunate accident that would benefit us both. ❞
the gaze of a chilly lake has turned GLACIAL, and his KNOWING smirk is predatory. ❝ now drink up. thoma worked hard on that tea. don’t disappoint my retainer. ❞
unbelievable. the AUDACITY of this man, it consistently continues to amaze. to imply that kazuha BELONGS to the kamisatos, like he’s some piece of property— it’s truly a wonder that kuni doesn’t throw himself at the commissioner right then and there. instead, a fist slams down upon the table in an expression of the rage he can’t fully contain, disturbing the cups of tea and very nearly spilling their contents. for him, this is an impressive amount of restraint, but it’s still not enough. it’s still so much less than he wants to display before someone like THIS.
“ i have no intent to do any such thing. ” the words are ground out as he leans over his side of the table now, fist clenching tighter so that his fingernails dig into the skin of his palm in a small hope that the bit of pain might keep him grounded enough to prevent any further outburst. he resents the implication that he might be trying to SULLY kazuha’s soul, might be trying to drag the person he cares about most down to his level, when that’s exactly the thing he’s been afraid he might do. it shouldn’t come as a SURPRISE that kamisato has clearly picked up on this, much less that he’d use it as ammunition in this way, and yet... kuni still finds himself reacting in no doubt the precise way the man has hoped he might.
“ but i also have no intent on hiding what i truly am from him. i’m not a COWARD who hides behind a polite mask of humanity and buries monstrous thoughts and actions out of sight of those he’s closest to. ” distaste marks kuni’s tone now, as he offers a sneer across the table. perhaps it IS better the others aren’t here to bear witness to this exchange, to see all this petty behaviour, but at least HE hasn’t got anything to hide. ignoring the comment about the tea ( and driving away the PETULANT URGE to knock the cup to the floor ), the wanderer presses on;
“ i have been nothing but honest with kazuha, ” — in this lifetime, anyway, but kamisato need not know about pasts rewritten — “ he knows the truth, and he knows that i’m trying to change. if you consider that ‘sullying his soul,’ then PLEASE, try to kill me. creatures far more FOUL than you have tried and failed. ”
what are you doing here ? curiosity , miko's coercion . violet hues scan over his appearance , in all honesty ei wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting . ❝ i'm here on official business . ❞ not a complete lie , however the distance from inazuma to sumeru made for a long journey &. if anything regaining connections to help aid in inazuma's trade is imperative as much as she hates to admit it .
@threebetrayals : ‘ what are you doing here ? ’
he doesn't know how to feel. had she turned up in the past, he would have been equally lost but his RAGE would have carried him through. here, now... the anger is still very much there, along with the despair that, even now, he tries to stifle — it's far easier to only be angry at her, to not let the feeling be MUDDIED by all the other, more conflicting emotions.
how is he meant to respond to this? he hasn't seen her in five hundred some years, and now all of a sudden she's here. in sumeru, of all places. has she even LEFT inazuma between his creation and now?
" official business. " he repeats after a long moment of silence, posture stiff and guarded. arms folded, eyes sharp, the wanderer regards the electro archon with suspicion while he tries to quell the inner turmoil which, if left untended, threatens an emotional outburst. something he'd like to AVOID, if at all possible. " you decided to come to sumeru rather than send someone in your stead? that seems rather uncharacteristic of you. "
@wcyfarer sent: "I don't listen to my haters." You, specifically.
“ hmmm? ” head cants, and he glances about, eyes drifting straight over traveler as though he isn’t there. another moment of silence in which he seems to listen, only to then shrug. “ guess it was just the wind. ” or a hater.
he can play your petty games too, aether. and win.
rosemourne / @suiyuun·.
the table between them feels a mile long from ayato’s end - dark stained pine a proverbial ocean. the spread before them had been cleared away - replaced by warm cups of a citrus scented tea that thoma had taken pains to brew to perfection. now, the two cups cooled before them - because ayato could not think to remove his sea-deep gaze from the strange being. tension is thick, palpable, enough so that he would struggle to cut it even with haran geppaku futsu. interesting, he thinks.
he’d long since dismissed ayaka, thoma, and kazuha - polite insistence that the three venture to the ice garden his sister had been working on while he took some time to… understand the guest that had been brought into his home. as the young yashiro commissioner, the swordsman had long since learned to trust his instincts regarding people, places, and things. few held his loyalty, and even fewer still - his trust. the kaedeharas were nestled beneath the umbrella of the kamisato clan - and as it’s last remaining heir - the responsibility he felt towards kazuha was understandable at the surface- but perhaps bordered on nearly possessive in this regard.
“oh?” his smile does not falter, nor do those eyes flicker in the slightest. instead, ayato tilts his head, a stray lock of light blue hair falling into his field of view. “i do apologize for making you uncomfortable. you see, as kazuha’s partner - i feel a sense of responsibility towards you.” hands raise to fold beneath his chin, all punctuated by a careful hum. he is immaculate. beautiful. illuminated by lantern light in such a way it’s almost haunting. “i’m sure it would put him at ease if we were to get along.” “don’t you want to be friends for his sake,” a moment - just a moment, and those eyes flash, darkening to something as lethal as the edge of his blade, “…little bird?”
the longer kamisato speaks, the more kuni’s lip curls, in both hostility and disgust. from the insincere apology to the statement of a sense of responsibility, he buys NONE of it. there’s a reason it’s only the two of them sitting here, the others sent off in that politely demanding way — the commissioner wants to PLAY with him like he’s a toy. his entire intent is to PUSH and PROD to see what reactions he might get, and that’s so much easier without anyone around to intervene. kamisato is far from the first to take pleasure in such an act, but he is one of the few who has ever been able to get a rise out of him with so little effort.
“ we don’t have to be friends, ” he hisses, looking for all in the world like he wants nothing more than to spit on the word ‘friends’ in this context. fists clench where they sit in the wanderer’s lap, a desperate fight to keep himself from simply launching over the table at the man TAUNTING him with repeated use of the belittling nickname. “ all i have to do for his sake is tolerate you. ”
something which only grows progressively HARDER and that, if kuni had to guess, is at least part of kamisato’s intent here. it’s the man’s END GOAL which remains a mystery — is this all a means of trying to goad him into attacking? if so, then for what? a means for getting him out of the picture in some way as revenge for the past which the wanderer had laid out before him on that first meeting? or perhaps to ensure kazuha stays put?
or is kamisato so insufferable and sociopathic that this is all nothing but finding such a puppet so INTERESTING and taking a sick enjoyment out of riling him up? the thought only makes kuni bristle further.
“ is this the only reason you’ve kept me here? so you can continue talking down to me without any witnesses? ” words come through clenched teeth and his eyes narrow more sharply, never leaving the man across from him. “ and don’t try to act shocked — we both know what you’re doing. i can see right through your bullshit act of civility. ”
not me grinding my way through all the world quests & other such things i didn’t touch while brute forcing my way through archon quests every night for more primos so i can just collect my son