#vagrantminor

[poswiecenia]

@vagrantminor | and they were creatures.

I have not played yet but creature to creature communication??

( ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ) MEM'S LITTLE PAWS remain close to its little body as it anxiously hovered just out of reach of the .. animal ? pig ? what is that ?? as it remained rather unsure if it was going to eat her or not. looking between the hero from beyond the sky and furrowing its furry brows as they explained that it was just a lil guy ( ??? what .. ) it slowly begun to hover downward.

IF IT TRIES to eat mem .. mem will be very unhappy.

ONCE LOW ENOUGH its paw slowly reached out to see if whatever this thing was would sniff at her.

[daybreakrising]

@vagrantminor: He can’t do much (can’t afford much), but Ga-ming would really like to show his appreciation for Dr. Baizhu’s help over the years with all of his Wushou injuries. He presents a box of tea, and a separate bundle of herbs.

“Hey Doc! It’s not much, but my dad has this new line of tea that’s supposed to help with stomach aches. And Qiqi helped me pick these herbs! There’s not anything new or fancy in here, but a full stock is always a help, right?”

The visit from the young dancer is not uncommon - in fact, the doctor is already turning, reaching for the salve he knows works best on the injuries the youth sustains often, when he acknowledges that, this time, he doesn't appear injured at all. Refocusing, his gaze finds the box in one hand, the bundle of herbs in the other, and he pieces it together.

Ga-ming is not here for his expertise, but for his birthday. Truly, he is amazed at how many people seem to have remembered, or even deign to celebrate with him.

"Oh, no, you really shouldn't have..." There's an itch to refuse the gift, to insist Ga-ming gives it to someone else, but he seems so eager that the doctor cannot deny him. "This is very thoughtful, thank you." He accepts the herbs with a smile, notes the fine way in which they have been harvested. "I was running rather low on these, as a matter of fact, so this is incredibly helpful."

Next, he turns his attention to the tea. Chenyu Vale blends are creeping further and further into the market of Liyue Harbour and he cannot deny that he enjoys the nostalgic comfort the tea brings to him. And the fact that it has medicinal properties... "This, too, will be very useful. You're very kind, Ga-ming. Please, do stay for some tea." He laughs lightly. "Perhaps not this blend, of course, unless you have an ailing stomach..." He tucks the herbs away, beckons the youth towards the back of the pharmacy. "Come, come. Gui has baked some treats, too. I'm sure Qiqi will enjoy having company to share them with."

[csial]

@vagrantminor asked:❛ it doesn’t have to be everyone, just help the people around you, as much as you can. ❜ // from beidou!

"...why?"

The single word falls from between lips as the ancient creature sits upon the rocks, kicking feet idly in the waves, churning the water enough that any slip of power would hardly be noticeable. He has not revealed his true nature to the captain, but he would be foolish to think she believe him merely a human. She is of the sea, a character who has faced creatures of the depths and knows the mark of their terror when unleashed. Though he restrains himself, ultimately he is greater, and therefore far more prone to bleeding the aura that she recognises.

"What value is there in aiding the weak? In limiting oneself for the sake of others..." He turns to her, vivid cerulean studying for answer, head tipping to the side. It seems pointless to him, the idea of the strong being at the beck and call of those who cannot match seems limiting, and of little value.

He had never understood why Guizhong and Morax had loved humans so, why they desired to foster their lives than wash them from the shores...

[wcrden]

her  straight-forward  nature  was  something  the  duke  welcomed,  though  he  had  to  admit  that  some  days  he  could  deal  with  it  more  easily  than  others.  flattery  wasn't  something  to  be  expected  from  someone  as  direct  as  her,  but  it  wasn't  something  he  was  after,  either,  anyway.  ❛  nah,  they  wouldn't  take  me  seriously  with  more  colour  on  my  cheeks,  anyway.  the  inmates  would  think  i  spend  too  much  time  in  the  overworld,  and  figure  they  can  get  away  with  more,  which  would  just  give  me  more  problems  to  deal  with  in  the  long  run.  ❜

though,  he  would  have  to  admit  that  he  always  enjoyed  walks  in  the  sun  thoroughly,  and  liked  to  take  the  odd  nap  in  the  grass  when  the  chance  arose.  ❛  oh  ?  i  wouldn't  mind  turning  this  into  a  shared  walk,  if  you  want  some  company.  i  have  heard  plenty  of  shopkeepers  complain  that  customers  have  been  more  trying,  lately.  ❜

　　TEMPER IS CERTAINLY NOT A WAY ONE COULD DESCRIBE CHIORI, THAT MUCH IS TRUE. No, Chiori's displeasure is expressed in a much more swift manner; rather than waste her time being angry, she simply disposes of the problem. Pretentious, though...well, that one is up for debate.

　　"Of course. You think I'd go out to be seen if I looked horrible?" The seamstress' arms cross gently over her chest, and her expression doesn't change, forever holding that unmoving and yet slightly judgmental air to it. "You, on the other hand, could use some color. A touch of sun could do you goodーyou're starting to look sickly from being locked away for so long."

　　After that, a nod of her head. "Yes. I've got a couple of things to pick up, and the boutique has been overrun with dimwits since the film festival. It's nice to finally get out of there again. I'm sick of seeing the walls. I really do need more staff."

[scarletooyoroi]

HC; Origins of the Coat.

Yeah I see the angle, I'M GOIN FOR IT.

Out of all of his gear, there's a reason why his coat in particular has it's own brand of special significance. Not to mention how it's design seems to have a distinct flare when it comes to seeing how the animated flames could almost come to life upon the fabric.

It's due to this being one of the Chioriya brands many creations. During his more established days in Inazuma (primarily being in the realm of the Kamisato bodyguard), was this a token of companionship and respect from Chiori herself before their departure to Fontaine. Both of their lives in particular were rooted in not only finding their own path, but ensuring that no amount of adversity due to external circumstances would push either them or their ideals into obscurity.

I imagine on top of simply looking out for someone she's known since childhood, their aligned position in pushing against the traditionalist values for their own ends might've been a constant talking point. In turn, making it so the terms they situated upon always held an amiable note as they'd look out for each other.

The coat in particular was a wish to have his 'golden angle' of attire that's both functional and fashionable. To let him wear that semblance of an undying flame that he carries for his particular reason. You could say it struck a chord of motivation.

| @vagrantminor for the finest involvement.

[xizaii]

vagrantminor

Chongyun opens his mouth, then shuts it as he hesitates with how to address Shenhe. "A...Auntie, I'm glad to see you at lantern rite. Are you enjoying the festival? Is it too much?"

As trips to the harbor grew more frequent with the passing of days in the year, so too had the next year's lantern rite come to pass. Her trip into the harbor last year had a mission attached to it, a known purpose that she had fulfilled with the aid of others. This year however, her entry into the city had been partly spurred on by a personal desire experience more of the life of mortals. Large crowds still drew some discomfort, but just as she had her own goals in the city, so did the others here.

A familiar face caught her attention amidst the crowd, evidently the same was for him and she turned to face the other as he appeared to mentally grapple with something before speaking.

"...Nephew." She responded decisively, nodding after. "It is good to see you again as well and at Lantern Rite. Please extend my new years greetings to your family as well." Was his face reddening? Were crowds also a source of discomfort for him as well?

"I am. It is... different from the sights of last year, yet familiar as well. I am not the most accustomed to life here, however it has been enjoyable so far. And of yourself? Is there anything that ails you?"

[devctiion]

@vagrantminor:

" Mr. Tighnari, there's a new withering zone. " Her polearm is already in her hand, set dutifully on the ground as she speaks. " I would like to take care of this one myself, if you'll allow it! " / Caoimhe

"Another one already?" It feels like just this morning that Tighnari dispatched one near Gandharva Ville during his early shift patrol. He mulls over the matter with a small frown. Then his chair scrapes against the floorboards as he pushes away from his desk and rises to his feet.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, but now that I've been made aware of the situation, I can't very well let you go off and handle it on your own. You know that evacuating Withering Zones requires at least two rangers."

He knows better than anyone how stubborn some of his coworkers can be though-especially the very few to be blessed with Visions. One hand is raised to stop any protests before they can even begin, a compromise offered soon after.

"I already know you're more than capable, but if you really have something to prove, then I would like to at least be your spotter for this incident. Just in case there are any irregularities."

[electric-ecclectic-a]

@vagrantminor said:

❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ Spoken very straightforward, with only the slightest hint of concern at the edges of the tone. Like he really might be wrong about being lost at all. Mostly, he looks unbothered, neutral even. His outfit is...surprisingly fashionable. His bag, though, clashes with it, and has the symbol of the Akademiya. // from leon over on @vagrantminor

It wasn’t uncommon to see visitors from other nations in Mondstadt proper, but encountering them in the more desolate areas of the city is a little more rare. Signe hums, giving the stranger a once-over, and then gives him a polite half-smile.

“I have to admit, seeing someone from the Akademiya here in Mondstadt is always a sight,” she notes, her tone lighthearted and nonchalant. “Were you looking for someplace in particular? I can always help you find your way if you need directions someplace.”

[constellaris-a]

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[csial]

@vagrantminor summoned.

They are back.

There's an urge to hiss, to rage against the stashing of stolen goods in his domain, to pull the waves from the deep and curse that ship to the rage of the tides, but Osial is under no illusions as to his current strength. Liyue's bout and escaping the seal left him weak, weak enough that he knows his current power might sink a ship but cannot face the full might of Liyue as it stands, nor the lurking presence of Morax lingering unseen. No matter how much he desires to avenge his darling Beisht.

Feet take him across the sands of Guyun, the island formed above the carcass of his godly form, and he leans against the rock, watching with narrowed eyes, deciphering what it is the pirates haul. Presence behind him cuts into his musings and he rolls his neck to fix unnaturally vivid blue eyes in her direction.

"Captain Beidou... I presume..." he says as though he does not know, as though he has not fixed her image in his mind as one to destroy when taking retribution from this nation once. "An odd place to store cargo... do you not worry for thieves..."

[paraleech]

"Hello, little one. How did you find your way onto my ship?" Beidou/@vagrantminor

Confusion. Sopping wet. Complete lack of direction. When Fyuga had decided to investigate a ley-line, only to end up flying directly into the ocean, she hardly expected to find a ship to save her from being swallowed whole by the entirety of the ocean... not that she wasn't able to swim or even survive down in the ocean depths -- she just outright hated being wet.

Of course, despite some confusion from the crew, its captain seemed all the more curious about her. She is quite an odd-looking creature and definitely did not belong on a ship.

Her words were... barely understood. Human language wasn't exactly her forte, but she can gather that Beidou was curious as to why she was here. In response...

Fyuga vibrates and shakes all the water off of her, likely splattering any curious onlookers - and Beidou- in fresh oceanwater.

There's your answer!!

[wcrden]

thankfully,  bumping  into  chiori  was  a  deal  less  unfortunate  than  if  he  had  instead  run  into  someone  more  pretentious,  or  short-tempered.  the  seamstress  was  easy  enough  to  get  along  with,  in  his  experience,  and  while  the  warden  himself  enjoyed  a  basic  level  of  courtesy  on  most  interactions,  he  found  that  they  occasionally  shared  in  a  preference  for  a  more  direct  approach.

❛  ah,  miss  chiori.  you're  looking  well,  too,  ❜  he  returned,  with  a  touch  of  amusement  to  his  voice.  ❛  i'm  up  for  my  coffee  break,  and  a  walk  in  the  sun.  there's  only  so  much  staring  at  a  metal  ceiling  one  can  take  before  missing  the  fresh  air.  what  about  yourself,  taking  an  afternoon  stroll  ?  ❜

　　A LEISURELY DAY TO ROAM THE STREETS, and though she may appear to be minding her own business, the seamstress' ever watchful eye is picking apart not only the clothes that people are wearing, but their actions as well. With some light shopping in mind, Chiori begins to turn to make her way towards another store when a passerby (and a rather large one at that!) bumps right into her, though even her stumbling holds grace to it.

　　She straightens and turns in one quick motion, crimson eyes sharp and tongue prepared to be sharper, but when she recognizes the other party, her expression relaxes.

　　"Oh, Wriothesley. I believe it's been quite some time since I last saw you come up for air. Feeling a little suffocated down there in your iron box?"

[devctiion]

@vagrantminor:

Beidou: It’s so lively here!

"Heh, you're welcome for that!" Of course, Port Ormos is usually fairly lively all on its own, but he's taking all the credit for now. Casually, he flicks a bit of debris off his shoulder and readjusts the feather behind his ear. "Did you enjoy the show then?"

[csial]

🌷 For beidou 😊

"The sea captain..." Words hiss dangerously at the thought of one who often docks within his domain, treats its shores as harbour for her illegal activities, though the contempt often in such an expression is more absent than others. He supposes he can appreciate someone who does not fall in, who works outside the established order and seeks their own path.

"She respects the tides and it is known. One can not sail as well on these waters without acknowledging the power of the depths, without being aware of the expanse on which they sail." There are many sailors who do not, and feel victim to their own arrogance or ill preparations, but she does not. And the sea respects her in turn for the understanding she offers.

"She is perhaps one of the few who might be worthy of a god's favour." Not that he would offer it now, especially for her part in chasing Beisht from these waters, but he acknowledges he would have, once.

Send🌷 for a like. // @snowtombedstar / @vagrantminor

[devctiion]

( 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!!! )