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There were certain places where a man like Dainsleif would never belong. Helping with baby animals in a research institute was certainly one of them. Putting aside the fact that he was far from being a scholar… baby otters, really? It had almost seemed like a joke that he of all people would be sent here when he had first read the commission, but as he wanders about, searching for where he was currently supposed to be, the reality cannot help but to sink in.

Glancing at his right hand - its cursed and twisted form, blue veins stark against the darkness of the rot across his skin, ever a cruel reminder of the curse that inhabited his body - he wonders how he could be trusted with such a fragile form of life.

He walks carefully into the room, steps as quiet and muffled as he can manage, the man not wanting to disturb anyone already here who may be far more qualified than him to handle this work. He thinks for a moment that coming here was a mistake, that there was nothing for him here. It was not as if he needed any money from the commission, and he doubts that there is any way that the Abyss Order is involved at all with the caretaking of mere baby otters.

He is just about to leave as quickly as he came when he spots the Traveler, playing with one of the otters with soft wonder in his eyes.

Dainsleif sighs, and tries to let go of his years of hurt and anguish for a moment. Perhaps he could give it a try if Aether were also here. So he steps towards the other man, clearing his throat softly.

“Hello Aether,” He says, gentler than his usual tone of speaking, as if he did not want to disturb the small creatures the other blond was playing with, “They seem to like you. Though, if they are like most people, then that is not terribly much of a surprise; now is it?”

Mama y Papa? Mama y Papa.

(Dainsleif and Aether, Baby Otter care)

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[AROUND THE CLOCK] - What better way to pass the time in the Heights’ best known bar, Bird’s Eye, than with a good ol' game of darts? Grab a partner and put your aim to the test, just try not to miss the board. There’s a fee for every hole left in the wall, after all.

It seemed an odd twist of fate that Dainsleif found himself so often at establishments exactly like this one. Though more modern than Angel's Share, he finds himself remarking that the atmosphere feels much the same. The buzz of idle chatter and drunken laughter hisses into his ears, a soft smile spreading across his face as an old memory of times long gone flickers into his mind like a dying flame.

The days where he would share a drink with Halfdan and his other men were five hundred years long gone, the joy and laughter that had filled them then nothing but a memory. Perhaps a memory that he shall toast to tonight, before it disappears into the darkening sea of his aged mind.

A few drinks later and the blond man finds himself before the dart board, dart held in hand - though it might as well be a projectile weapon in the Twilight Sword's hands. Idly, he tosses it at the board, not expecting much, if anything at all.

Instead, the dart goes awry, nearly hitting a nearby young woman in the face before landing sharply into the floor by her foot. Dainsleif even reckons that it might be stuck there, were anyone else besides himself to attempt to pry it from the floor.

"My apologies, young lady," He says solemny, bowing his head slightly towards her, "Seems I don't exactly know my own strength these days."

@creationkissed

When I Said Bullseye This Isn't What I Meant-

#GHRevelation2025 | Playing Darts with Dudu

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@muscle-blues, continued from here:

"Relax, relax, no one's trying to hurt you, stranger-" Yelan trudged into view, holding a Kamera in her hands as she had, staring the man down. Her face was an unmistakable grimace, as realization struck -- this was not her target. This was not Largeankle. After her run in with Su not too long ago, as he had remained as unhelpful as ever in providing insight into the rumors (still, was nice to see the kid either way, and she had been glad that he was doing well), Yelan had decided to listen in on the conversations of others along the hiking trails, rather than going east as per Su's suggestion. She was determined to fine the truth in these rumors, that way she could spread further rumors. A little light fun never hurt a girl on a trip to Paradise. In her eavesdropping, she heard mention of a mysterious figure further northward, lurking in the forests a sudden appearance. It was as good a lead as any, and the terrified voices of other hikers led Yelan to believe this as a good lead.  Oh how wrong she had been, and such incorrectness stared her down with alerted eyes, eyes of a man who struggled to relax even for a second. Yelan, then, realized that she had only added more stress to this man by virtue of her sudden appearance.  Oh boo-hoo, she thought, whatever, I'll just direct him to the resort or something, if he's lost. There are better places to rest than the floor of some damn woods. She let one hand off of her Kamera to point in the direction of the resort. "If you're going to find a place to rest, the resort would be your best bet." Her voice wasn't venomous, but it rang with light annoyance, annoyance at not meeting her target once again. "Otherwise, be careful, people are mistaking you as Largeankle, and I'd rather you not get attacked for being mistaken as a cryptid in the woods."  She cleared her throat, and began walking once more, her direction now southeast-ward. "Otherwise, do what you want, sit here and sleep for all I care." Maybe Su was right after all. Whatever, nice pictures of a good view wouldn't hurt to have.

Dainsleif relaxes slightly as the visage of the woman comes properly into view, his power dissipating from his hand as he can see that she most likely means him no harm. The Kamera in her hand seems to provide a different purpose for her venture into these woods tonight, one completely foreign to hunting him down.

Instead, she hunted for some mystical creature called... Largeankle??? In all of his years wandering Teyvat, Dainsleif had never heard of such a thing. A local legend that he had not heard whispers of yet, perhaps? Why ever would they call the monster of local legend Largeankle though? How utterly and completely strange.

Then again, the myths and stories written by the local people of any given area were often strange and mystical, influenced by years of their culture and knowledge of their homeland.

Still... Largeankle? Really? Even for a local myth, it sounded far too out there. Dainsleif can't seem to wrap his head around the idea that such a thing could exist as legend, let alone reality.

"I did not intend to truly rest, I was just sitting down for a moment," Being on your feet all the time would make anyone weary, let alone constantly travelling endlessly for the past 500 years. He really did sound like an old man when he said stuff like that, "I don't wish to sleep. I cannot allow myself to be off guard in the middle of foreign woods like that."

He frowns, staring once more at the Kamera in her hands, "Perhaps I could help you search for this "Largeankle" as you call it. I am... fairly decent at searching for things that do not wish to be found."

Wherever the Abyss order went, Dainsleif followed, hunting them down across centuries and Teyvat. If he could find them in the farthest reaches there... surely a single Largeankle couldn't cause him that much trouble.

Right?

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Revelation? Yeah, he can reveal some secrets

Obviously, Dainsleif will not be attending the lore event as he is literally fresh off the presses. However! I am taking any and all event interactions for him :3 Yes, yes, haha, harrass this sad wet doberman who was left out in the rain too long by the Abyss Prince/Princess and now wants to hurt them. Nothing bad will happen. Come on, stick your fingers in his cage, he doesn't bite.

Where he is: he's most likely in the Eco Park or by the Beach. This place is foreign to him, and he's used to being outside a lot given he is almost constantly travelling around Teyvat, so some part of him likely finds comfort in the more outdoorsy areas. Yippee.

I do have one prompt I'd specifically like to take on a thread or two and that is:

[CRYPTID SIGHTING] - There’s a rumor around camp that a monster lurks in the woods at night. The locals call him LARGEANKLE and, allegedly, anyone who can get a picture of him gets first dibs on- Oh, Largeankle must've got them...

Yeah that's right, ITS LARGEANKLE!!! The idea here is that he's just fucking around exploring in the woods, because he likes to know the lay of the land, and since the locals have no idea who he is, they just started assuming he was a cryptid too. He is tall and a lurker, so they're not technically that far off, but still. It's the principle of the matter for him; you know?

And as for an outfit... uhhhhhh... yeah he's just wearing his normal clothes. He doesn't know anything about fashion (canon fact). Under the cut just in case you want a reference :3

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A Dream Yet to Be Dreamed (Plotting)

This is regular plotting for the month, event plotting can be found here.

Hey remember when I said I would never write a Genshin muse? Haha, me too. Well. I lied. Honestly, if it was anyone, it was going to be Dainsleif. Anyway, here we go, plotting time!

Otters: Honestly, I don't think Dainsleif would know what the fuck to do here. He's a soldier, not a caretaker, he must stress that fact. And these creatures are so small and delicate; how can someone like him ever be trusted with their safety and lives? // TAKEN: Aether

Baking with Slimes: Suspicious eyebrow raise at the idea of alchemy in general after what he's been through (cough, art of khemia, cough) but he's willing to give a try. Again, warrior, not baker, so he really doesn't have any idea what he's doing. Poking slime with sword did that do anything? // TAKEN: Aponia

Bugs Bugs and More Bugs: Now here's something any good warrior worth his salt can handle. How hard could it be really? It's only a few overgrown beetles, they'll have this done in no time at all. (What is Dain doing on the Space Station, you ask? Stumbled into a portal thinking it might have something to do with the Abyss and got transported somewhere he has no idea about. Dain's brain explodes, the end.) --- Requires Sea of Quanta Muse // N/A

Starskiff Racing: Old man looking young? Wow, he fights right in on the Luofu. Either way, he's incredibly confused and also a little awestruck by these darn kids and their flying machines. Kids these days; is he right or is he right? (These are the children with evil hearts he talks about.) He can certainly gather intel though, that's something he's good at. Of course, it will have to come with a price; won't it? --- Requires Sea of Quanta Muse // N/A

Contact for Plotting: While you can use Dainsleif's Tumblr IMs, I would prefer if you simply just dm'd me on Discord at lightorflight, or @'d me in the plotting channel if you're in the server! Easier for me to keep track of, and I'm more likely to see it in a timely manner.

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live footage of dainsleif

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TWILIGHT SWORD

RULES & PORTRAYAL | ABOUT | INTERVIEW | Please don't use small text! | Current month's plotting (post)

Closed Dainsleif, affliated with Gnostic Hymns, written by the loving Vergil

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Dain, what is that strand of blonde hair to you? Someone you must kill?

Or the object of your penitence?

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The confluence between past and future

The original calamity had been overturned, yet the island in the sky set the earth to burn.

Chalk pusues gold, in this time inopportune, the eclipse is swallowed by the crimson moon.

The future must atone for bygone mistakes, as the bond familiar falters and breaks - of the same blood elders and the youth...