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[monogatcri]

@orecrowned replied to your post:

0

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ THE CORRECT ANSWER IS : 300 -- may I ask how you came to the conclusion of zero? ❞

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁ALBUMS OF THOSE HE FINDS intriguing ? It must be a wonderful life to hold that much time for documentation like that. Fingertips politely remove the album from his grasp and pull it close to chest, a treasure he'd borrow for consumption. However long the two's history was, maybe this would create some interesting stories he could hear about when he next conversed with him.

        ❝ Well, Ren and I are...family ; the image is highly amusing since I'm so used to him appearing equal to that of a gazelle or a cat in motion. ❞ Lowering photo album just enough, he'd flip open the first page. Clearly if he had this many photos, then they had to be friends. ❝ Have you two known each other long? ❞

Well then. He had expected some form of reaction or response, but he hadn't expected Niwa to find it so amusing. Morax retracts the photo and glances at it before looking back to the other man. Granted, the Little Mouse didn't exactly look Elegant or presentable by any means, but such was fate when running errands for the Lord of Geo.

"Is it? I cannot say I am surprised, I had been investigating on my own. You seem to enjoy this image, so here, feel free to look through this as you please." He produces an album, filled with pictures of Ren and his shenanigans. "I have albums of those I find intriguing."

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@erabundus replied to your post:

"kami started everything. :)"

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁TAPS TOP OF HEAD WITH sandal lightly, ❝ Is this true? ❞ It's not a truth serum but it certainly holds some weight to it being made of sturdy wood.

[monogatcri]

@erabundus replied to your post:

he doesn't need friends; they disappoint him

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ BUT WE'RE FRIENDS , Ren! Are you telling me I disappoint you? ❞

[monogatcri]

@erabundus replied to your post:

will he accept candles --

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ YOU'RE SO LUCKY THAT I'M starving or I'd be throwing you across Teyvat right now. ❞ Translation: you better hope I don't get a second wind, Ren, because so help me I will make you come home for everyone person who does a pull even at ZERO pity!

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE MIRRORED , legs side stepping as words traverse through the arena. His posture grows rigid, shoulders tensing as he passes by the guard who'd already shown his advances (he did his job well and Niwa does not judge this, but his mind is a facet of trauma, still so sudden and new despite what others in this world might perceive as four hundred years), they only relax once he's gained a a diagonal slant from him. Irises monitor her like a hawk monitors prey, awaiting the hunted creature to strike back and stand its ground ; he supposed the metaphor doesn't work in this context with Ayaka standing stronger than prey and him morally declining to call himself anything above a simple warrior.

        When she lunges at him, he's fast on his geta, already maneuvering his blade out, then yanking it back and perpendicular to his body, hand rested upon where the hamon would be located, using it to block the slash, shoulders squaring and stance widened. Though he's prepared for the slash, his eyes are instantly drawn to the cryo, a soft gasp fluttering through him as he awaits the judgment of if she should unleash her vision ; he feels uncertain that his choice here would win him any shogi competitions: the cunning is weak, his patience thin, his strategy overused -- if she should strike him down with her vision, he has no choice but to either dodge and roll to the side or to embrace it and hope this body can take it during their sparring match ; of course, he would choose the former, allowing the blade to swing down to the ground as he rolled to the side should he notice her involving it further than her hilt. ❝ I am honored that you would have me as your tutor. ❞ If the world of his remained confined to Inazuma, he would surely crumble to dust and be blown away ; worst still would be if he confined himself to Narukami Island while Tatarasuna continued to suffer. ❝ As I am only in this world by the luck of an unknown entity, I should give back to it for this second chance. ❞

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 . it's an effortless flow with niwa , something akin to speaking to an old friend after time apart . she realizes just how much she enjoys speaking while sparring ; even without such playful banter she enjoys learning more about the sword master himself . a shame they never had such opportunity before . every part of her is attuned with her sword , her strength feigned by the delicate visage she wears . from her own experience she had many doubt her strength . she'd been taught at a young age that the weight of a brush carries the weight of a sword . it's the battle itself which is different .

the same smile on her lips pulls at the corners as she watches the movement of his body shift its momentum . immediately she keeps the defensive but it's too late when she realizes the aim for her shoulder . the blunt end of the blade smacks into the side of her shoulder but not enough to bruise . perhaps the enjoyment of speaking had been too much of a distraction . she can see one of the guards take a step forward as if to aid her but with the lift of her hand she watches him resume his stance . she'd been through worse and she was not made of porcelain . she twirls the sword in her hand , her easygoing expression still worn upon her lips . ❛ i am self - taught but have much to learn . while thoma has taught me many things in the art of swordsman ship his expertise is not with a sword , ❜ she begins to say as she circles the ring opposite of niwa . ❛ my brother , while proficient with a sword , does not have much time to teach me , ❜ ayaka continues before stopping and brandishing her sword . ❛ i want to perfect the art of the sword . you are one of the few to land a hit and while i know you are busy with other affairs i'd like to make an offer to you . ❜ quickly , without warning she lunges forward , the elegant savagery of her swordsmanship at play as she swings down on him with expectations for him to hold his ground . though cryo has no place in their battle the intrusion of ice covers her hilt . ❛ i'd like for you to be my instructor , niwa . ❜

[monogatcri]

@ruinlost replied to your post:

tai vc:ahhh SQUISH!

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ THE SQUISHIEST FACE KNOWN TO Teyvat, even squishier than someone I used to know! ❞ Can you guess who?

[monogatcri]

@theoneandonii replied to your post:

itto, happy with his 1/6th of a shirt because he lives by the phrase "a hoe doesn't get cold"

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ I'M GOING TO KNIT YOU a jacket, too! You may not get cold, but you can get sick, and that's not acceptable. ❞ he's assuming he can.

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁ALL GOOD THINGS WILL EVENTUALLY come to an end, this was a lesson learned throughout his four hundred years of captivity in this domain. The Fatui's world was hardly sustainable for the growth of flowers, their fragility oft crushed beneath the heels of the strongest ; petals scattered and stems bent disproportionally. The flora that survived the assault were usually left for the vultures to finish off while the remaining few watched from the shadows, daring not to interfere...

       Niwa was one that ventured back and forth into sunlight and darkness, wandering that mirror's edge. The note left upon Scaramouche's desk to request a moment of his time was one such occasion of scurrying through the sunlight's gaze. Though it features warmth, it also makes for easier spotting -- a curious sort that wandered in might glimpse upon page and notice name written. Old Inazuman text is not impossible to decipher with enough scrutiny, after all.

       My dearest friend,

If you'd be so inclined to spare me a moment of your time, I'd like to catch up on all that we've missed these last few centuries. With my mind cleared and enough time passed between last meeting, I thought a bit of privacy somewhere less likely to be barged in upon would make for a better conversation. If something will sweeten this offer to you, I'll also be providing tea just as we remember, though you won't see me sipping it until it's no longer bitter.

       Signed,        Niwa

       Door left unlocked and mask tossed to rather organized desk (having only a stack of papers and a quill pen, it's easy enough to keep orderly), cracks heavily visible upon its surface, he kept the tea kettle warm through the portable stove. His flooring is sparse, made of stone, so the only downside is the soot that he'd have to clean later, but he ignored that, opting his attention more upon tidying his space up. It's barren and looks cold inside, and, often times, it is... There's hardly any furniture, the bed is thin alongside t sheets, yet he still smooths them over before taking a seat, breathing deeply in the familiar scent of tea, memories drawing him back.

⊰🍁SMALL DISCORD BASED STARTER FOR @erabundus !

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁STRICKEN GRIEF PLAGUED HIM NOW , the agonizing breaths to cause heartrate to pick up pace as his mind takes in the information thrust at him. The shoves to his form are painful enough, but each admittance to the sins of his past break through his mind as though distant lightning used him as rod for its devastation. His purpose. His clan. His name. The Isshin Art. Tatarasuna. Gone... Had this situation been destined to allow it, his body wouldn't have remained standing, knees buckled beneath the weight of information thrown upon his shoulders like rocks upon his chest. Struggling to breathe, he can't find the strength to speak. Everything and everyone he'd ever loved now lay in ruin. He could spend millennia pointing the finger of blame upon the puppet, screaming at him as though he were some abomination created to destroy his life for singular purpose to commit these sins ; however, and this is the most surprising aspect of this moment, he doesn't raise a digit nor his voice nor his head as it bowed in the pain.

        ...perhaps...he's right...

        Maybe Niwa is truly just a weak man, but what is weakness to one who possesses power? They hear an infant cry for its mother and damn it for not already finding independence from her ; they watch a child stumble about and criticize its inabilities ; they listen to a young man struggling to comprehend a topic and scoff at his brain ; they watch a person learning the basics of battle and think to themselves how they'd mastered the art within moments... What is this weakness that they look upon? Had Niwa not spent countless hours those four hundred years ago teaching Kabukimono to read, write, cook, fight, and smith -- had he not watched him learn even the most basic fundamental codes of humanity? Arduous hours, nights spent awake as he thought over how best to consult the next lesson between them. The people of Tatarasuna were gone, but they were a large portion of reason he now stood so tall, were they not? If Niwa were truly as weak as he saw him, then what weak man would have come to face the wrath of someone deemed next to godliness?

        He feels the pause, a moment of peace between them as his head finally does begin to lift, droplets cascading down his features. Emotions exhibited by the human that the god-to-be despised and wished to rid the world of. For the briefest flash of lightning, the bladesmith thought he had finally chosen to relinquish this hold on anger, but the sharpest blade takes time to prepare and, with swiftness, does he swing it with intent to execute old friend, old family, but its mark does not aim for neck, it slices through heart, cleanly and confidently. He collapsed back, falling upon the dirt, his calloused palms digging into dirt. ❝ I don't care that you would have been fine, ❞ he retorted at long last, mahogany piercing back against it, hand pressed to chest to squeeze at his heart. ❝ I wanted you to live in Tatarasuna knowing that your life wasn't defined by some arbitrary concept of immortality ; I wanted you to know that when I died, you weren't seen by me as some tool to use! ❞ How could he protect him now...? If only he could have ; he wanted to, wished to shield him from the horrors of humanity's darkest depths, but Escher, the damnable bastard, wished to pretend that it was the whole of the human race -- to push him away... Though they tremble, he managed to push himself back up to his feet, shaky breaths taken in, eyelashes fluttering those tears from him.

        A short breath escaped him, head shaking slow in its misery. ❝ I care not what you call yourself now ; you're still...you. ❞ No, not the small puppet that looked upon the world in whimsy ; no, not the same individual who cared for the lives of humans ; no, not the same person who glanced upon Niwa to guide him and was cheered on by Katsuragi -- no...no, he could never return to that innocence. It didn't matter... No matter how much time had passed, he still was who Niwa knew -- changed or not... ❝ You're wrong: you still have someone waiting for you ; please, don't go with the Fatui -- don't go with the ones who pushed you to destroy everything you ever loved. ❞ Arm raised, palm facing up ; it's a pathetic sight against someone who proclaimed himself alone. Don't go with them, another silent plea...don't go with their plans, he wanted to scream to his face, but he doesn't, his voice instead offered one more, albeit softer, piece of sorrowful revelations: ❝ I know you're in pain and want it to stop, but...I can...protect you now... ❞ That arm fell, his pace once more to lead him toward the shorter, not pausing...even if he were threatened, harmed, he wouldn't stop until he was standing right before him -- weak body, fatal wound, he cared not what happened to him in this moment. ❝ Come back to me... ❞

        Thus does he hug him, embracing him like parent does a child. Fatally wound him. Deny him the passage of life. Spout more at him. If this is how Niwa Hisahide died, then he had failed the world and, in the end, deserved this fate for his own hubris.

❝  𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲!  not  to  the  likes  of  you   . . .   to  you,  he  is  dead.    ❞    just  as  you  are  to  me ,  he  almost  adds  into  the  word  string  weaved  with  fury .   Scaramouche  is  now  growing  tiresome  of  the  meddling  between  him  &&  his  fate .   there  is  no  going  back  anymore  &&  his  frustrated  gaze  is  focused  solely  on  what  claims  to  be   ' Niwa ' .   ❝  Tatarasuna  is  long  abandoned . Isshin  art  is  gone!   Raiden  gokaden  is  no  more!  . . .  &&  it's  all  because  of  me!   ❞

a  confession  most  terrifying  to  consider :  a  one  eccentric  puppet  embracing  the  past ' s  cutting  embrace  &&  becoming  the  poison  lying  in  the  thorns .  he  has  long  accepted  not  being  fit  to  love. but  it  turned  out  he  is  particularly  skilled  at  breeding  hatred  &&  bearing  grudges,  scheming  &&  ruining  lives  . . .  it's,  oh,  so  easy  to  do  it!   mortals  like  mere  pawns  on  a  chessboard. the  king   —    Kabukimono    —   guarded  by  legions  of  pieces .   he  himself  became  the  sole  queen  protecting  &&  despising  the  useless  piece  . . .  Scaramouche  long  had  taken  on  the  demeanor  of  the  archon  &&  swore  to  devour  everything  on  his  path  to  glory .   Niwa  is  a  fool  if  he  thinks  this  is  a  setback  on  the  path  to  divinity .   ❝   I  have  made  sure  to  properly  pay  back  everyone  that  has  ever  hurt  me.   Raiden  Gokaden   —   so  priceless  &&  ancient   —   is  an  art  at  the  brink  of  extinction .   the  Thunder  Sakura ,   so  mighty  &&  sturdy ,   crumbles  underneath  the  weight  of  Tatarigami!    your  clan  is  no  more ,   your  name  is  no  more   &&  your  nation   will  not  last  long  either.   ❞   the  Harbinger  threatens ,   his  violet  vision  piercing  through  the  mortal  soul.

❝   there  is  nothing  &&  no  one  waiting  for  me!  . . .   not  anymore.   ❞    a  rage  with  a  soft  finish  of  painful  nostalgia .   as  if  a  voice  of  the  past  joining  in,  relating  to  the  fury  of  Scaramouche  himself .   after  all ,   what  will  it  serve  them?  doubting  the  events  would  only  have  him  realize  everything  that  happened  was  because  of  him .   whether  intentionally  or  not ,   the  puppet  is  the  reason  for  suffering  of  countless  whilst   ' Niwa '   will  return  to  the  comfort  of  the  grave  &&  leave  him  alone  once  more  . . .   the  Thunder  Manifestation  will  never  regain  what  it  had  lost .   &&  so,  Scaramouche  finally  pushes  Niwa  away ,   physically.   ❝    a  fool  you  are,  Hisahide!  &&  a  liar!  I  would  had  worn  the  device  myself  to  protect  everyone!   but  now?  now  you  claim  to  have  known  of  Escher's  fraud  &&  confronted  him  on  your  own  . . .  you  had  your  suspicions  yet  decided  to  talk  to  him  alone!    ❞   a  step  forward  &&  followed  by  another  push,  now  stronger.  ❝   you  are  weak  &&  I  never  will  end  up  like  you!  everything—!   everything  was  crumbling  down  around  me!  if  I  wasn't  so  weak,  I  would  have  saved  everybody .  Tatarigami  was  always  a  part  of  me ,   sentient  or  not!   I  would  have  been  fine  . . . ❞

then ,   the  puppet  stops ,   his  gaze  to  the  ground  . . .   looking  at  his  hand  trembling  gives  him  a  clear  answer  to  his  mysterious  state .   just  why  was  he  letting  the  emotions  flow  like  this?  still  wasn't  Scaramouche  certain  about  the  man's  true  identity  &&  yet ,   all  the  frustrations  stacked  since  centuries  just  came  out  of  him .  was  he  losing  control  over  his  cool?  was  this  his  Kabukimono  life's  grievances?   no  matter  . . .   this  time ,   the  hand  follows  onto  the  chest  of  the  smith. he  was  intending  to  push  him  for  good ,   yet  even  the  material  feels  so  sickeningly  familiar .  it  made  his  fingers  straighten  &&  seek. then  clutch  onto   ' Niwa's '  kimono  in  an  odd  gesture  for  several  minutes.   ❝   you  couldn't  even  protect  yourself .   you  couldn't  protect  him  then.   ❞  Scaramouche  mutters  out.   ❝   what  makes  you  think  you  can  protect  him  now . . .?   ❞   he  hisses  &&  extends  the  distance  between  them. as  if  to  make  a  point   —   he  is  out  of  the  reach.

❝   you  can't  keep  him  safe .   only  I  am  capable  of  that .   I  am  everything  Kabukimono  wasn't . . .  my  name  is  now  Scaramouche  —  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩  𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘪  𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.  ❞

[monogatcri]

HOW PURE ARE YOU?

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁SHIFTS GAZE AWAY .............

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THAT GAZE FAILED TO LEAVE form before him , breath hitched painfully in chest, trying to reconcile the chances of activity transpiring -- could it be an illusion or had he found -- ❝ Kabukimono...? ❞

⊰🍁@hitokageisei liked for a starter !

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ IRMINSUL TAKE ME BACK ! I want to go back! ❞

[localflagdealer]

001・Intro Post!

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[monogatcri]

“sometimes i feel like…like i really don’t belong here…like i’m supposed to be someplace else.”

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THEIR MORNINGS ARE EARLY , rising by the sound of the bird song outside their windows and the sliver cresting of sun peeking through curtains. Passage of time within the village could vary, but this seemed a constant schedule inside the Niwa residence, whether the Kabukimono chose to stay with him or the others fell on his shoulders to decide, for none of them wished to dictate his path nor wish to instigate their own protective natures upon them. This was their ward, practically a child they all collectively adopted and promised to raise and care for...

        ...and yet when it came to moments like these, Niwa secretly wished he had the wiser nature of Mikoshi beneath his belt ; the man had enough experience to battle a lifetime of philosophies that the other simply smashed open the doors to and declared the first thought upon his mind. An exhale, his back facing shorter, the tea kettle warming over the fire, the leaves inside steeping as the water heated ; slow, arduous, painful -- it's understandable that these feelings applied to how long it took his mind to completely absorb and come up with an answer...

        ❝ I'm...not going to lie to you, ❞ he starts, head turning to face puppet. He can hear Katsuragi and Mikoshi judging his answer already, yet he doesn't feel the need to justify himself to them. Finger tip moved to the tea kettle, tempted to lift the lid to check process beneath. Bitter concoction would soon be done if he just allowed his mind to focus upon their conversation.

        His body now turned, feet carrying him to sit beside the other. Everyone had a purpose, but what did Kabukimono's purpose exist for? This reality is harsh, horrid, grabbing hold of his head and shoving it beneath the water to constantly face it each time he peered into a reflective surface and remembered he wasn't human among them (or maybe he always felt that way, Niwa couldn't be sure). ❝ Only you can answer this question... ❞ Such a concept left a sour taste upon tongue, for one so new to this world hardly would know what his fate is -- and the sheer responsibility of it shouldn't rest on him alone ; he doesn't allow him to fester on idea long, adding, gentleness still beating like heart within his chest: ❝ -- but what is your answer and what makes you question yourself? Let me help you find it -- we'll find that answer together, okay? ❞ He's one of them. He's Tatarasunan. Is there nothing that can eventually bring him to that answer? ❝ Let's start small: what makes you feel like you don't belong here? ❞

🍁 sentence starters  :  disney,  hercules,  part one.

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁YOU KNOW WHAT ? The geta hits them all across their heads like a furious boomerang before Niwa catches it back into his hand again. Will it knock them out? Will it leave a bruise? Will it just be a red mark? Will their skin be unblemished perfectly WHILE HIS BREAKS OUT FROM STRESS SOMETIMES he's not jealous DURING HIS LONG HOURS?! Who knows. ❝ You're all grounded. ❞