Ain 4th Path Description
Lofty: Schreier
Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum
After his contact with the goddess was cut off, he worried for her safety. The situation in Elrios only worsened those concerns. Torn by the guilt of failing to fulfill his mission, of causing the El to be damaged, he was further horrified at the sight of humans who continued to recklessly mishandle the El’s power. Why did they keep making the same mistakes? He knew there was nothing he could do - after all, the El was bestowed upon Elrios by the goddess herself. Even so, he could not rid himself of his disgust as he watched humans use the El's power carelessly.
“Should the El really be left in their hands? If only my voice would reach the goddess…”
Anxiety made his physical condition worse. Could it be the wound he sustained inside Henir’s dimension? As a temporary solution, he gathered faint El energy to heal himself. He knew that, using this method, he could maintain his form until he either returned to normal or fulfilled his mission. But the small amount of El energy he had gathered into his body influenced him. A new power awakened inside him, which he called Arte.
“This situation cannot continue. I must gather the scattered El energy and let the goddess know of this blasphemy.”
Ain maintained his physical condition and assisted the El Search Party, remaining vigilant for any chance to contact his goddess.
Schatz Reprise
Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum
Did the goddess forget me? Left without an answer to his calls, Ain began to think the worst. No, that can’t be it… He tried to suppress his anxiety as his thoughts spun. Perhaps pursuing the El’s whereabouts is not enough to reach the goddess.
But his barely-suppressed anxiety boiled over the moment he discovered the corrupted Dark El. Shocked, horrified, he tried to purify the Dark El in a panic, but instead accidentally exposed his rift-wound to the demonic energy within. He realized what had happened too late. The demonic energy had already corrupted his creation magic.
Once he managed to regain his composure, terror melted into fury. Not only did those fools shatter the El the goddess had given them, they carelessly used the shattered pieces of that El with no remorse. Shameless and ungrateful beings, taking the El’s blessing for granted. The goddess may have given them this blessing, but they did not deserve it.
Awful, uncontrollable emotion pushed him to a decision. No… If the El is left as it is, it will only get worse. My duty is to return energy to El. For that, the destroyed El must first be restored. But I cannot leave it to those who had damaged it once before. The El must be protected, and I, the emissary of the goddess, must be the one to do it. And so Ain began retrieving the El energy scattered throughout Elrios.
Even as he retrieved the energy, his own power slowly turned. The demonic energy that had fused with his wound still corroded his body, corrupted his being. Perhaps if he used the energy he had retrieved… But that would be misusing his goddess’ power for his own gain. He could not bring himself to do that, especially as he’d completely failed to fulfill his duty. Thoughts like these tormented him with guilt. Unbeknownst to him, his corruption was spreading to a point he couldn’t even fathom, as the demonic energy took root deep inside.
Bigott
Apparent Age, Unknown, Male, Pendulum
“...I’ll make it so that the goddess will have no choice but to come and find me.”
A twisted emissary of the god who doesn’t hesitate to destroy to force an answer from the goddess. A class that uses Arte formed by continuously retrieving and returning El energy that supports effective and powerful battles.
The Giant El had been restored. All the energy Ain had gathered had been absorbed into it. He had not expected it, but neither did he mind. The restoration of the El was needed for his mission. For a moment he believed he could soon fulfill his duty. Now, if he sacrificed himself and injected his strength into the Giant El, it would return to its stable state…
As he stretched his hand toward the El, he winced and recoiled. An instinct deep within screamed that he shouldn’t do this. Before he could even think, an instinctive repulsion pulled his hand away from the El and toward the ground. The reason for this repulsion soon became obvious. A god’s representative who’d been corrupted by demonic energy and steeped in the power of chaos cannot fully restore the El.
Everything was in vain. He believed everything would return to its place if he could just fulfill his mission, and now what should he do? He couldn’t just decide what to do alone. Confused and more desperate than ever, he called out for his goddess’ answer. Whether she chose to enlighten the path of her foolish emissary, or descend to punish him for failing his mission, or replace him with another… Be it salvation or destruction, so long as she replied, Ain was willing to heed any answer. However, the only thing he received was that same horrifying silence.
Why…? He couldn’t understand. The sudden explosion of the El, Henir, demons, his authority changing from Ishmael to Elria… Unforeseen events piled up, one after another, things he hadn’t been tasked to deal with. He grew resentful of the goddess. He cried out, pleaded, begged, threw his resentment up in prayer, and received only silence. He wasn’t asking for something he didn’t deserve, like those foolish creatures of Elrios! How could she insist on silence in all these situations? Unless she had completely abandoned him–
As his crisis of faith petered into exhaustion, Ain decided to give up and find another way. At this point, he had to hear an answer. Any answer. And if he couldn’t reach the goddess himself, then he would force her to look for him.
“I will return the El to the goddess.”
Even if it means destroying the goddess’s beloved Elrios. If I can reach her… it’ll be worth any sin.
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translation by yours truly
editing courtesy of @blazingsnark
note: these are heavily edited and are not direct translations but we did our best to stay true to the source while not sounding like complete garbage -- enjoy!
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Schatz Reprise
1/5 - Altera - Clear 'Nasod Foundry' [0/1]
The journey was getting longer. Despite the constant attempt to communicate, the Goddess didn't respond. Ain was starting to feel unsettled. Did something go wrong?
Did I do something wrong? Did something happen to the Goddess? Or… perhaps the Goddess has forgotten me.
His uncertainty pushed his thoughts to the extreme, but Ain tried to push those thoughts away. There's no way the Goddess has forgotten me. It's because there are so many abandoned Nasods here. The smell of rust felt like blood and giving him strange thoughts. Ain hurried to leave the place. Ignoring the fact that he, as an angel, had no reason to find the smell of blood ominous, and there was another reason for his uncertainty.
2/5 - Altera - Clear 'Altera Core' [0/1]
As he fought against the massive Nasod army in Altera Core, Ain struggles and feels the limits of his power, but didn't feel as uncertain aas before. In fact, the uncertainty he felt was somewhat resolved, and his mind felt clearer than ever.
The floating island Altera. A place he would have never visited if it weren't for the stolen El. To think it's here he found an army of Nasod soldiers, one of the reasons for the El Overload! Did the Goddess predict this outcome?
Was this confusion, uncertainty, and wavering also the intention of the Goddess? In that case, he will follow her will and eliminate all enemies.
3/5 - Enter 'Feita Village'
The Nasod army stayed silent and the stolen El shard was retrieved. It finally felt like everything was falling into place. Perhaps the Goddess predicted everything will resole like this. Every problem that happened in Elrios and the restoration of the El must all be according to her great plan. As such, he just needs to walk the path she ordered him without single doubt. He was ashamed to feel uncertain from the Goddess not responding.
Feita sent the El Search Party a request for help. This too, must be part of the Goddess's plan. Do not show doubt and walk the path the Goddess shines.
4/5 - Feita - Clear 'Shrine of Dedication Entrance' [0/1]
Something was wrong. When he was faced with the El corrupted by demonic energy, Ain felt the unwavering faith within him shatter. The only thought remaining in his head was that he must purify the El, and his unplanned response prove to be disastrous. When Ain came in contact to the Dark El without protecting himself, the demonic energy began to permeate.
The demonic energy spread to his chaos wound and when he finally realized what was happening, it was already too late. After short, but horrible time mixed with pain, regret, and self-blame passed, Ain was able to regain composure. However, his power was already mutated from demonic energy.
5/5 - Feita - Clear 'Underground Chapel' [0/1]
Soon, uncontrollable, heightened emotion began to overwhelm Ain. Foolish beings who shows no remorse despite neglecting the blessing from the Goddess and shattered the El. The shameless who enjoy the blessing of the El more than deserved, yet do not cherish it. How can he not loath the very being that caused everything? As demonic energy begins to take over his body, his anger kept boiling. Yes, perhaps he started off the wrong way.
His mission is to return energy to the El, in order to complete his mission, he must first restore the El, but he cannot entrust this important mission to those who have already damaged it. It must be him. Only he, as the messenger of the Goddess, can right this wrong. Ain dragged his body that no longer feels like his own and headed deeper in to the shrine.
(recorded: 03/02/2023)
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h. star rail : jing yuan.
▶CONTENT. insomnia, self conscious doubt, comfort, self aware au, something personal for those who have trouble with loneliness, insomnia and exhaustion, jing yuan is self aware!
▶NOTE. im tired and its 3am, but jing yuan exists so have this comfort fic. also @ainescribe gift for your hardworking ass, ily aine feel better.
Your eyelids grew heavy, laid against the arm rest of the warm sofa, scrolling and tapping away at your phone for anything, any eventful thing that can spark a motivation, an inspiration to you.
It's eating you away. Death scrolling, letting the blue light affect your sleep instead of earning a sleep that your body desperately needs for tomorrow.
Yet, your fingers can't seem to stop moving, as if it had a mind on its own, causing further subconscious guilt and shame, a knowing voice gnawing and belittling behind your state of self, commenting on your disheveled, tired appearance, bags underneath your eyes, your flesh warning you of your stress and lack of self care that you couldn't find the time to do anymore. Shit, and the studying you have to do tomorrow.
All that, but your fingers never leave the glass screen.
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“Finally.” You said, tapping the first notification.
You sighed, the notif reminding you of your shitty sleep schedule. It had originally updated you at the early mornings, gradually turning into afternoons, then the evening... night... and...
You were brought back to reality from the sound of the lobby theme, the Astral Express, traveling in your sight, wishing you would be reincarnated into such a life, meeting the ones who made this horrible, tedious lifespan bearable.
Once you hit tap, you were greeted with a loading screen that had Jing Yuan's fact along the bottom, earning a faint smile from you as the image of his splash art pops up in your mind.
Jing Yuan: The Divine Foresight, one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance, leads the Cloud Knights of the Xianzhou Luofu. A student of the Luofu's previous Sword Champion, though not known for his martial prowess.
You were greeted by the sight of Jing Yuan's pixels as always, greeting him bubbly and warmly as you spin him around to face you, zooming into his features, especially admiring his beauty mark under his eye.
“Pretty, so damn pretty,” You hum, moving onto other features, before resuming, checking your daily tasks.
Now what were you doing at this time of night?
You wouldn't know, you will never know, but he will always appreciate the way you greet him every day, but this day—being the observant, Arbiter General that he is, he notices your slurred, tired voice, but still coated with affection that he enjoyed quite a lot. He didn't quite like the bags underneath your pretty eyes that he will take glances of every chance he can get. He didn't like how you were feigning ignorance to your bodily needs, on how you were sacrificing sleep to play.
You led him to the cavern of corrosion; Path of the Holy Hymm once again, endlessly grinding the perfect relics for your main dps, wasting all your trailblaze powder for him. Bronya, Tingyun and Luocha snickered to themselves on how much you spoil the Arbiter General, on how much you baby him lovingly despite his commanding, superior status as the Xianzhou Luofu's face, causing his cheeks to grow hot in result of your affectionate words whenever you go to the character screen, setting and upgrading his relics.
“So strong my general...” His breath got caught to his throat upon hearing you, his blush deepening from the sudden suggestive tone in your voice.
The character screen was filled with the various people that you earned, and they were giggling and smirking slyly to your gestures, making his arms full of materials from the endless grind you did, all for him—a bonus as well, he didn't feel any shred of guilt as you do the same towards the others, but he was just your very, very favorite, and he knew all about it from your vocal prowess.
He would find your curses endearing when you get a shitty relic, but he would soon then join your annoyance as this body relic had stats befitting for a damn healer, might as well give it to Bailu since she's the same element, and fortunately a healer. (In which case you did.)
...
You worried him. Once you were done with your tasks and finishing off your remaining trailblaze powder, your eyelids threatened to shut, giving the Arbiter General a feeling that he hadn't felt in awhile, a certain dread, and a strong one at that towards the player who felt strongly about him.
Your consciousness was drifting, your lids weighing down, but the unthinkable happened.
On the top left corner under the map, a red exclamation mark appears on the chat logo, your tired eyes noticing the sudden mark, giving you a burst of little energy.
You blinked a few times, rubbing your lids gently before landing your irises upon the message again.
Was this a new message update?
A new trailblaze mission?
An event leak? Hoyoverse tease...?
You shook your head, regaining focus to check the patch notes in the game, seemingly finding nothing about any update, but your search doesn't stop there, you looked through the official website, hoyolabs, tumblr, youtube, heck even reddit—but none have mentioned a message regarding to this.
Deciding to remain quiet about this ordeal, you went back to the game to find another message, and another, his restlessness growing evident as the moonlight continues to dawn over your world.
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What- What the fuck?
Your throat lumped to the sight of the first notification, its whole box felt out of place from the others, yet you found your thumb nearing the glass towards the notif, accompanied with your growing blush and curiousity.
You were then met with the Hoyoverse screen once again, assessing the situation you were in as you stare into the blackness of the screen.
Was I... Imagining things? Surely not.
Fuck — I'll just... sleep all day tomorro—
...?
You were met with a slightly glitchy screen of the normal sequence of Jing Yuan's back, but he was... already in his phone. The sprite of his pixels, typing away, seeing the red exclamation mark on top of the speech bubble under the map, earning him a slight breathy inhale from you.
You click the link, losing your shit at the messages that fell before your eyes.
“Ha?”
“What the fuck? I-”
I've lost it.
Oh.
I haven't lost it?
You find yourself staring in silence, re-reading repeatedly the words that only instilled a slight fear yet wonder that was visible on your reddening face.
“But I-... How?” You spoke gently, softly. Something the General wished to hear again, and on cue, his sprite in the game chuckled, as if he was truly listening to you.
'I am only fiction to you' it rings through your head, aching your heart slightly.
You were about to speak, but another message popped up, leaving your body with disappointment and longing, gripping your phone as your eyes gloss over the phenomenon.
“W- Wait! Ji-... Jing Yu...”
You gulp down a lump, bringing your phone closer to your face, your eyes glistening, your whole senses overwhelmed with intensifying longing, warmth — yet accompanied with a growing heartache from the fleeting interaction and him excusing himself abruptly in this otherworldly situation.
...Wait.
Everythi—?
“General...” You muttered out softly, your reddening face from the embarrassing memories that flooded you, his words greatly reminding you of the times where you acted with full on eccentricity, degenerative behavior, lustful tendencies and so on. It made you wonder if other characters such as Blade, Welt — or perhaps even the Aeons heard and witnessed you all this time. It made you shiver with embaunable feelings of humiliation and continuous embarassment, making you unable to think clearly, and the way you threw away your phone onto the couch lightly to cover your heated face? Still being witnessed by the General, and a few other silent spectators of course.
Jing Yuan couldn't believe this situation as well.
This was somehow the work of Silverwolf, a wanted enemy of the Xianzhou, Destiny's Slave, but he felt the most warmth and joy since being summoned by you — no, especially this unforseen interaction with the mortal whose been taking care of everything in the universe within your phone, for taking great care of the Xianzhou especially.
... An endearing mortal at that.
The General and the rest of the game couldn't see as you apparently let go of your device, but your wails and silent squeals were still audible, as the General comes to a conclusion that you perhaps needed to calm down, but in reality, he quite enjoyed this spectacle of yours, even by only listening — in which he was once again very greatful for his grand, and sensitive sense of hearing as he listens to you.
After another, final deep breath, your hand reaches to your phone again, before beginning to press your fingers onto your screen in a frantic haze, but the joystick button was... unresponsive, as well as the others—except for the message button in this moment.
BZZT
Another messaged popped up, quickening your heartrate immediately.
“WH—” Your heart only fluttered and dropped at the same time.
He can do that?
It's... It's probably a bluff.
...
He's the Arbiter General, who am I kidding.
With a warm sigh of content, you find yourself smiling at your phone, hugging it onto your chest with the game still open unknowingly.
“...I love you all. You are all my calm and peace.”
You said quietly, sniffling and accompanied with sounds of your light breathing, drifting off your exhaustions away to fulfill your body's needs.
Finally in your slumber, your phone switches off within a few minutes, thus the floating screen on their end disappears, earning a content sigh from the General as he makes his way towards his office in the Exalting Sanctum, each step felt heavy without your sight now that you were aware he can — or his world can access yours in this small, yet impactful way, but his form grows with confidence, determination setting in his soul as his sights land upon the Cloud Knight whom guarded the way to his office.
Jing Yuan sought out to Welt Yang and Silverwolf immediately in secret after his satisfying interactions with you, informing them of what happened in full detail (though he left out the parts where you cosplayed a squealing tomato, sparing you from further humiliation) and the whole ordeal as it was successful. His subtle praises earned him multiple cheeky and cocky remarks from the criminal hacker, along with a few teasing about him being smitten by you (and to Welt as well), but what can he really do to retaliate back? She was a main source of intelligence and control who provided a connection to you in the first place.
Inevitable, but he was willing to cooperate either way, all for this world, for the Xianzhou — for you.
The three continue to dive into their conversations, planning on how he or others who are interested, can continue to interact with you further more without raising suspicion from their creators upon breaking a few bits of code and data. It was no doubt in mind risky, that was apparent, but so was their endearment and affection towards their human, their player.
In all honesty, Welt and Silverwolf also found themselves wanting to interact with you as well from Jing Yuan's stories of the first ever interaction you had to their world, but of course, if they did it consecutively, it would most definitely be noticable if a few more characters began to act on their own accord, threatening the programmed codes as numbers shift and modify suspiciously.
Though unfortunately, only resorting to using the message system for now, but Silverwolf was confident with her abilities, making use of the way she was made, using the descriptions laid for her against her own creators.
After all, Hoyoverse made her annoyingly cunning, intelligent and skilled. A mistake on their part, or rather, an intended choice of character building for players like us to create, indulge and enjoy? We'll never know.
Unless Hoyoverse put out a stream that specifies the matter, until then Silverwolf remains focused and unyielding to her program, heeding Jing Yuan's call if need be and taking Welt Yang's advices about his own knowledge when it came to multiverses and other worlds from his prior experiences. All this planning, the risk, the longing for more interactions with you — it was a motivation to the three, as well as for the others that greatly wished to converse with you.
An aloof and lazy, the general he may be, but he's a living legacy of dreams and determination for a reason.
A wielder of a great glaive with materials dropped from the remants of the Reignbow Arbiter's Lux Arrow — and tonight, as you slept peacefully, this felt like a moment of miracle once again, the fleeting moment of grace that made their world reach a state of serenity, all from the possibility of having to finally, finally interact with you.
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