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✧ ✦ ✧ Kaeya’s in the middle of catching his breath when his brother’s worry pierces through the gloom. The campfire the monsters had been surrounding had gone out at some point during their scuffle, leaving only the dim glow of the domain entrance they had come through and some still-lit torches dropped by the hilichurls.

“I’m fine. Just had to get my bearings.” He assures reflexively, dropping his hand from his aching side to wave at Diluc with a waggle of his fingers instead. “See? Not even a scratch.” 

There’s no blood, but his ribs aren’t all that happy to be clobbered with a wooden club. It’s fine, though. Kaeya tells himself as he sweeps his hair over his shoulder and silently grits his teeth as he does. It wouldn’t do to dally for too long in this place. Not when there’s monsters and other foul things afoot. Not being quick enough had been the reason he’d taken a hit in the first place.

He flicks his sword back into its scabbard and looks to Diluc, one sharp eye quickly assessing the damage, if there is any. After all, his brother was the one who’d tussled with the biggest foe head-on. “Should we take a moment?” He doesn’t see any injuries, but that doesn’t mean that Mr. Sunshine-and-Chivalry isn’t sporting any. ✦  ✧  ✦

“No time,” Diluc says, decisive now. His words sound more sure than his expression looks. A persisting air of worry is tugging down the corners of his mouth and pinching the skin between his brows. Still, he takes in another deep breath and shakes his head as if to dispel any lingering, clinging doubts. “If you’re good to continue, we should go.”

That’s all that matters right now. He’s a Captain now, and Kaeya’s older brother besides, so the responsibility of getting them both out of here in one piece rests solely on his aching shoulders. He rolls them once, twice brusquely to work out any residual tension from crossing blades with an opponent twice his size, but keeps his claymore drawn and at the ready.

There’s no telling if the noise they’ve made in this chamber caught the attention of anything up ahead. Better safe than sorry.

"I'll take the lead this time since we've already lost the element of surprise." Without waiting for any further discussion on the matter, he moves in front of Kaeya as if to shield him with his body and blade and starts forward. The soft concern of his crimson eyes turns hard and protective in the dim torchlight, a flinty gaze probing every nook and cranny for threats.

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( Tentatively considering returning to tumblrp... if I do I think I'm going to be clearing out my drafts for now because it's been quite some time. I got kind of burnt out to be honest and spent a lot of time thinking about the type of writing I want to do, so for now I believe I will only be focusing on plotted threads.

I might also be implementing a limit on open threads I have per writing partner because it was all sorta starting to blur together for me. If there's a reply you've been waiting for in particular or a starter you'd still really really like me to reply to, please drop a link in my DMs and I'll see what I can do! Otherwise we can discuss a new thread if you still want to write together. )

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( *resurfaces after 500 years to whisper* Wriothesley my love-)

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( Leaks talk for Ka.veh or whatever bc I been mulling it over the past day or so and woops it's personal! so I cannot really be unbiased about any of this and want some transparency on the matter.

His lore is very deeply personal to me on several levels and I find the various assorted elements of it to be an amazing charcuterie board of things I have experienced in my own life that shaped me into the person I am today. Like I have never seen a character that more closely aligns to some specific struggles I've had, so I just really will not be accepting any Ka.veh negativity or critique at this time actually, sorry.

TL;DR: Getting too bothered about a fictional character bc this flamboyant little sad man was made for me. )

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( Anyways I finally finished going through Mika's profile and like @ Huffman: I just wanna talk buddy c'mere a sec- )

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he’s not sorry about shooting the gun tho

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( Hello, hello! I just wanted to make a formal post that I am dropping my current threads for Kaveh because I want to rework my muse for him. I don’t think I’ll have to retcon any established relationships so far, I just want to build some confidence incorporating all the upcoming content/lore into his portrayal. 

As far as I can remember I believe this applies to @sylvctica, @vagrantminor, @abyssmalice, and @aniimxses. Thank you for your patience and interest everyone!!! )

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@orecrowned:

Unfortunate

The peanut gallery is not appreciated!!

"Can't you see I'm having a moment?!"

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He dropped... his baklava... This is absolutely devastating.

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( Shaking your leg so hard the desk shakes #JustTismThings )

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@minstrxll:

"Violence is the only language that beings can universally understand."

Jeez, this guy is dark...

"Haven't you ever heard of 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'?"

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WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS-

"Noooooo..."

"The answer is yes."

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"Violence is not the answer! Violence is a question- and the answer is no!"

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'In the old lores passed down amongst desertfolks, Jinn Shrines were the hope for the travelers in the sandstorms. In the times that had yet to become brutal, pay sincerely, then Jinn shall manifest the magnificent power for those in need.'

Vashni was one such Jinni who took a particular passion to granting safe passage to the humans that roamed the ever-shifting dunes like so many grains of sand. Yet the toll had already been paid a long time ago by a remarkable mortal woman, whose benevolence enlightened him even more than his own transcendence.

"Be not afraid." These words of power have since been lost to the passage of time, but he carries them still in his heart as his vows. "If the Gods will not save you... I will."

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( Thinking about... him... )

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"...This explains a lot about your funeral services..."

“Imagine reading a Bible.” … “No, that’s it, that’s all I’ve gotta say.”

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Tolerate is certainly the word of the day. Pantalone has been tolerating all sorts of nonsense ever since he stepped out of his bedroom. It would seem this very conversation is yet another straw on the laden camel known as his patience.

Yet who would know it from the placid expression on his face? He flicks through the proposals idly, glancing over their contents efficiently with a single brisk glance each. The problem with Dottore spreading himself so thin is that the rest of the organization has to follow suit to cater to his many-faceted whims.

Honestly, wasn't one mad doctor enough around here?

"You do realize this would be classified as a personal purchase and not a business expenditure, don't you?" he asks finally, speaking very slow and clear for the benefit of his audience. He'd stayed silent so far as to not invite any unwelcome chitchat and, Tsaritsa forbid, extend this untimely interaction, but this is simply too much. It's with an incredulous twist to his mouth that he examines the childish 'paperwork' more closely.

"...None of this benefits the Fatui in any tangible way, therefore it isn't reimbursable, therefore tracking down animals for children is not one of my duties."

"For you? Always pleasantries."

Following Pantalone into his office, no biting remark about the door, that was an Alpha trait not him. Out of all of the segments Beta was the one who usually got the funding for everyone, since it seems he was the one the ninth harbinger tolerated.

"As per usual, more funding for Alpha, Prime has a project for him to get started on. Epsilon needs some as well, plus the two segments still in the desert are running out of supplies." Beta placed each proposal on Pantalone's desk, all filled out how the banker liked it. Lastly another proposal but not on the official banking paper, no this one was on parchment paper done in crayon.

"Ah yes the last proposal." Placing it down on top and sliding it over so Pantalone can see it. "Iota wants funding for a pet, you'll find he has written down all the valid reasons for this request."

The youngest segment wanted what he called a real pet, not the lab rats or pigeons Beta and Alpha used in experiments.

"I told him I bring it to you, you can humor him. Alpha says a stray mutt or cat picked off the streets should be enough for him."