rp starter ; from @teyvatiannights
Duty binds all --- wait, this isn't Liyue.
Mei was no warrior in the traditional sense. An adepti, yes, but warrior, no. Yet, she still took up that millelith request to clear out some camps of hilichurl and abyss camps that have stationed too close to the main pathway to the Chasm.
Problem one was the sheer influx of monsters. Problem two was that after clearing them all out, she found the thing they were getting attracted to - a sort of ... weird liquid dripping out of an anomaly of non-abyss origin.
Problem three was approaching it to contain it with adeptal energy, it pulsed and suddenly; she blacked out. She has no clue what it did. She has no clue what to do with that information that not only could she not report back immediately and let anyone else know of the disturbance.
...and this place she finds herself in... is disturbingly lacking of elemental or adeptal energy. It's devoid of any familiar energies, really. The energy around her was... disorienting and nauseatingly unfamiliar. She was someone who could recognize almost every Liyue energy. So this was not Liyue.
Problem four? The moment lucidity (or whatever equivalent of lucidity she has at the moment, because she does not feel awake at all.) came back to her, she realized she was both laying on the ground in a manner that irritated her back, but also there was someone looking at her.
โ Apologies. โ Mei mumbled, immediately taking it upon herself to roll away from the man in this... dreamlike-space, instead sitting up and fixing her feathers. This is odd. Mei recognizes this as a dream, but can't... recognize why this dream feels so...
Perhaps she's under the abyssal influence. So she deigns it unneeded to try and talk to the man in this dream.
the saying goes that in the beginning is the end, and in the end is the beginning. life goes in circles, supposedly, and he sees no reason to refute that right now. not when he has a perfect replica of the body that disintegrated long, long ago, right now.
he looks down at his hands for a second, and moves his joints. they clink quietly, like porcelain against glass. ( so easily shattered, so easily ruined. )
butโ that's not so important right now. right now he's just taking a walk about penacony, observing what his dearest son's been getting on with. making sure noโ punitive measures have to be taken.
he's quite sure sunday would not be a fan of that, butโ ah, isn't that the point of a punishment?
on a different note. usually when people arrive for the first time in penacony, they hurtle down from the sky in an overly dramatic manner. ( mikhail's idea, not his. ) and when it's not their first time, then they blink into existence not looking confused.
this young . . . halovian, perhaps? has both blinked into existence, is looking confused and, just as a little bonus, is also lying on the floor.
โ please, no need to apologise, โ he says in that saccharine-sweet voice. he tilts his head to the side in that halovian manner, resisting the urge to twitch his heavily scarred wings. โ are you quite alright? โ
suspicion is his first reaction, and his last one too. ( also all the ones in the middle. ) he still smiles so pleasantly, though.
