#dehimmel

       //  @dehimmel​​  ( ayaka ) -   unplotted starter

   “ are you certain  already  milady?  “  Tohma  inquired,  as  he  stood  behind  the  heiress ;  eyes  wondering  towards  the  direction  where  a  commotion was  heard.  Women  and  Men  of all  ages  enjoying  the   stalls  that  was  decorated  with  such  festivities  and  creativity.

    Ah   another   ,  local  festival  in  inazuma  had  been  held,  sometimes  the  blonde  couldn’t  help  but  wonder  if  baal’s  people  even  concern  themselves  with  the current  situation  of  their  nation .  His  gaze  turned  back  to  the  hopeful  looks  of  the  other,  hand  placed  on  her  fan  tightly  as  she  stood  stiffly ;  ungracefully.  still  a  child  who  wanted  nothing  but  to  join  the  festivity.

     He’s sat down to write his letter for the evening after the absolute fucking nightmare this shift has turned out to be, to be left after tomorrow’s, hopefully better, shift:

     My Moon, Nadia,

     Help . I’m trying to escape retire from the Fatui, but I’m dummy thick, and the clap of my ass - cheeks keeps alerting the Harbingers .

It had been some time since she had found herself in this strange world - through a few scattered texts she had encountered in the wilderness, she had at least learned that the name of it...it wasn’t as though she could go up to one of the locals and ask, after all.

Nor would she want to even if she did encounter someone - being alone was better....safer for all parties involved; yes, there were monsters...but they didn’t bother her provided she afforded them the same courtesy - there were some rather unusual, seemingly sentient flora as well, but those...those she could handle with ease.

Despite the harsh terrain, she appreciated it for the peace it afforded her - she was alone, unfettered, left to her own devices...despite the odd circumstances, she could only hope that what he senses allowed her to experience was real, rather than something she was being made to by the cruel, unfeeling hands of those that confined her for so long.

        a sigh escapes him as he walks over to shut it. he’d probably forgotten to when he’d been in there that morning and it’s not like the lock works, anyway. except, spotting movement through the space, he freezes for a beat. then, recognition settles into his features as he opens the door, amusement on lips that begin to say, “ haha, vivaan, you’re in here again ? are the deceased really ... so ... ”

        oh, sweet barbatos ... as wine red eyes had scanned the space, they paused on an uncovered body that had recently been moved in here after a service that morning and he’d been preparing for burial the next day. they were wrapped in cloth, bound only hours prior. now, however, the face is out in the opening. missing from it ---

        “ what the fuck ? ” he’s going to be sick ---

diluc vc god has let me live another day & im about to make it everyone elses problem

❛     are  you  here  to  check  this  place  out  too  ?  well  ,  since  i  got  here  first  ,  i’ll  spare  ‘ya  the  trouble  .  there  really  isn’t  anything  of  note  over  here  .  at  least  ,  not  related  to  that  strange  disappearance  ...  you  are  here  about  that  ,  right  ?     ❜  

you  might  as  well  not  ask  at  all  ------  there’s  no  other  reason  someone  would  come  out  to  a  place  like  this  .  you  wonder  ,  is  this  gal  here  about  that  commission  from  the  adventurers’  guild  ,  too  ,  or  is  she  an  independent  party  ?  either  way  ,  she’s  almost  definitely  not  a  threat  to  someone  like  you  ,  and  it  couldn’t  hurt  to  offer  her  a  little  bit  of  a  hand  .

The first thing he feels after opening his eyes was a sharp pain from his right eye. Often did the foreign eye give him headaches, and waking up with them was normal as well. It only caused him to close his eyes once more, a soft groan leaving his lips before he forces himself to sit up. Where was he again?

A quick look over his surroundings reminds him. Right, he made it back to the church. He was likely laying in Piti’s bed again. He’ll have to apologize for the inconvenience, again. But he didn’t see the doctor around. The assassin frowned and tossed back the covers and got to his feet. After putting on his signature coat and collecting all his knives that likely Piti or Sukha laid out for him, he goes to search for the doctor. Maybe he has something for his headache, he normally did.

“Venti!”

In she storms to the Angel’s Share, looking a little frazzled from sprinting her way there.