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This was exactly what he was afraid of.

“There’s only one way to determine who the real Kaeya is…”

KAEYA strolls up. there's a healthy crowd gathered 'round, & there is no way in the seven hells that no-one will see this. as a matter of fact, someone has known better than to take their eyes off him-

        l i c k s a certain statue.

the riot of deep offence & the approach of a dutiful milelith. kaeya's laughter answers each in bright peals.

    " happy lantern rite~ "

which he'll be spending in jail for oh, i don't know, defacement of public property? inappropriate use of semi-holy objects? who cares, if it brings a twinkle to amber eyes.

because he's an ugly meanie, meanie-r than my brother

@galactia replied to your post “@melodicbreeze replied to your post “"Why are we...”:

"Actually, the original violence was spawned because I refused to allow Tonia to burn Qiaoying Village."

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typically,  documentation  that  was  to  be  delivered  to  the  palais  mermonia  was  not  carried  by  the  duke  himself,  although  there  were  most  certainly  exceptions  to  the  rule.  whenever  the  papers  contained  something  worthy  of  a  discussion  with  the  iudex,  or  if  wriothesley  felt  like  stretching  his  legs  and  enjoying  the  gentle  warmth  of  sunlight  on  his  skin,  the  warden  liked  to  visit  the  palais  mermonia  himself.  the  exact  cause  of  his  personal  appearance  that  day  was  to  remain  his  own,  though.

Zhongli vc: "That would be preferable to the burning of a village. The Geo Archon's face is quite capable of handling the abuse. However.... I am unsure if your fist is, young one."

"...Are you saying I can't fight?" Sure, Tonia isn't an expert in hand-to-hand combat - her brother probably would be, but she, on the other hand, could care less about growing in martial expertise.

That doesn't mean she can't pack a mean punch in other ways. The temperature suddenly drops several degrees.

--he was going to laugh, chuckle, steam in his own amusement of ticking off everyone he knows; except, when that tone can enter his headspace, there's a pause, that sneer from the red fox beginning to droop, it looks uncomfortable for him. a small huh sounds from him as knuckles come to rub at the back of his head, looking over his shoulders to see if he could spot the dragon near. he heard zhongli's voice clearly spoken in his head, without a proper contract --that annoys kinji.

Cyno... can't remember. He's in what looks like some cave, surrounded by various scholars, and there's a visor over his face. He can't remember how he'd gotten here, and he can't remember what he'd been doing seconds ago. What Cyno is aware of is that there are people not too far away, talking.

With a groan, Cyno doubles over, clutching his head. Where is he, why is Alhaitham here, talking to Siraj? Why is Alhaitham with the traveler?