#bloodei

Probably not the kind of thing one expects to hear from the form of a small child, all wide eyes, wild hair, and swishing sleeves. But Zazie is not a child and doesn't always manage to pretend very well, and the look in their eyes as they gaze up at the bulky man marked in red is not young or soft. They blink, a large dragonfly-like insect gently landing on their shoulder.

"Blood and death. You've killed many things, enough that the scent follows you around. What kind of a killer are you?" The question is asked plainly, without moral judgment, though perhaps a little warriness. After all, what predator is not wary of another so soaked in the scent of their prey's blood?

The child is unnaturally still as they regard the man, only the fluttering of the insect's wings stirring their hair.

He’d done his best to avoid the Rosewood District, but…

Here he was back in another match. Caught after his disappearance and dragged back in because the betting was good —

“C’mon!! Seriously?! Can’t ya just let me out?? It’s not like I owe ya anything!!” — Said as he weaved and dodged and fancy-footworked his way around the cage or scaled the walls like some kind of lizard.

Vash yelped again and ducked under a fist. He was crawling on the floor.

She didn't know which was more concerning: Awaking in a place that was not Teyvat, or the fact that she was stripped of her weapons while the vision attached to her hip failed to glow. For a general of an army, being without one's primary weapon was a matter of great concern. For someone who was blessed with a vision from the archon she served loyally, to have it no longer glow was alarming. Both were sources of power and strength, and without them she felt...lost.

Letting out a sigh, Sara closed her eyes to try and calm herself. Letting her emotions get the better of her was not fitting, and if her adoptive father would here he would surely be disappointed by her lack of discipline.

No, she needed to approach things calmly and come up with a plan.

Splat.

"Oh..." Luna looks at the splattered soft serve ice cream that she had been enjoying just a second ago. She was too slow. She could've caught it with her telekinesis. a shame, really, because it looked like she TRIED, only to fail.

It's almost comical how she's looking at the mess. Is she upset or unbothered? It's hard to tell.

Hearing the bell ting with energy as she witnesses the man walking into the store, Kraehe puts up her pleasant greeting smile.

Woah, those are such crimson markings on this man. She wonders what they symbolize.

MYDEI will be put on hiatus for you!

❝ Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity. ❞

"Wyn. Don't go in too deep, now, okay?" But does the little dragon listen? A little bit until he's picking up a scent through the foliage. Marcellus exhales a sigh and starts following as quickly as he can. Wynter is small. About the size of a housecat, really. Built the same as well, minus the tail, wings, and such, but it all makes for easier movement through small places.

"Wynter--oouch--hey, where are you going?" Sometimes it's like taking care of a child. Wynter is that child. When excited, he doesn't seem to listen much.

Eventually, though, Wynter does come to a stop at a beautiful clearing. There are trees surrounding, plant life here, but they looked tended to.