#geohund

"Well, if it isn't the brave little man of the hour ! " He's not shy in approaching, head tilted in interest as he looks down at him with a wicked smile.

And a brief glance upwards. "Nice horns, those real ? " // finger guns at

Inazuma despite all efforts to suffocate it into stillness, for plots of blood festering glories to the prestige reigned through wickedness to attempt to take leads, the true spirit manage surges forth, immolating away that eroded gunk with a generation of people who aim to carry a lifestyle that’ll define fighting spirit itself. While some certainly managed to roar their presence through actions, others tailored a style that keeps a low floor to an extremely vast ceiling, finding comfort in such elements. As the Sakura’s dipped and forayed in the cradle of the wind’s embrace, the sun beckons it’s rays to a particular moment...

As in warming up these very surroundings for when two prominent souls would meet upon the crossroads.

Word of mouth easily aligned with what he sees, from how a myriad of complaints, threats and a soul too carefree to ever be restrained practically blowing all of that out the water. Quite the character. It’d be a thought he held back then, and currently holds now, finding himself effortlessly eclipsed as the oni bred being towers above, a stance Thoma takes in stride while recognition ignites with those irises. “And if you’re not the person who wrenched clear from hell’s fangs.” Tic for tat. Something about Itto’s atmosphere allows for an introduction of being a touch more loose, away from his formulated style and a lot more willing to enjoy the impulses that a fiery touch is infamously known for from the beginning,

Thus that bag carries a set of commercialized groceries is hunched into his grip securely. Catching wind of where their attention focused, the blonde partially swears he could perceive the ba-bam! noise made from the fixated direction towards those two protrusions embellished with an onyx shine. Honesty ached to slam into the forefront, yet, that need to draw up an instance of spectacle shines brighter, leading to a curious hand reaching up, allowing for his fingers to flick across what was truthfully steel plating.

“This is definitely not. Sorry to disappoint, but I take it you might’ve skirted around curiosity with those rumors too?”

How the Fixer remains a demon in human skin.

Lurking underneath that bright smile was the brand of countenance befitting of a sword demon.

Moments could be seen where he’d actually usher forth smoke from the boundless furnace of his lungs during particularly stressful days.

Thoma found satisfaction in letting people please their instances of whimsy.

”But how about I let’cha in on what they don’t know?” Drawing his thumb at the bottom of headpiece, he’d gradually lift it up, the sight itself forming a new glimmer of memory as the temperature abruptly spikes. Wavering haze simmering within the air as dancing harmlessly upon his skin, hints of that truth peeked forth, blended into a golden orange and scarlet flourish, prominent in how stalwart they stand. Tucked underneath was a hint of those horns ignited by the flames of his soul, the view in itself causing a knowing smile that borders a smirk before tapping at the dark front of the protector, allowing it to tilt back into place as the heat disperses.

“If I were to show mine, I’d need a situation befitting. Otherwise I’d be turning my favorite places to a sauna everywhere I went. A guy has to be considerate to the places he enjoy being the most, don’t ‘cha think so?”

It went without saying that Inazuma's 'fixer' was a very busy man, and as such--downtime was difficult to come by. Even as he idled outside Komore Teahouse, counting what little Mora he had left to spend on street vendors, Thoma appeared to be deeply engrossed in thought; certainly too preoccupied with his mental checklist of errands to note anyone's approach. Until he found himself eclipsed by a figure who all but loomed over him.

Puzzled, he took noticeable pause--blinking owlishly past the coins in his palm to the pair of feet that had come to a stop before him. Then, with a little gentle prompting, up to meet the eye of the man they belonged to; though it wasn't his gaze that Thoma noticed about him first, but rather a striking set of crimson horns...Which, in his mind, could only mean one thing. Bewilderment was quick to give way to surprise--and surprise to wide-eyed, boyish wonder as realization dawned on him. Slowly at first. Then all at once.

❛ Do you think that's enough? ❜

An animated hand sprawls out, gesturing towards the small children cowering behind her. Surely, he had been too rough when playing with them. An honest mistake, but surely one that had to be rectified. The kids peaked out from Yae's legs looking upwards and nodded. Ah, the innocence of childhood, a swift forgiveness. She nods her head, gently in their direction and they run off once more to play. Now he's left all alone with the Guuji.

❝  appearances  aside  .  .  .  they’re  actually  quite  mild-mannered,  aren’t  they?  ❞    albedo’s  hands  gently  cradled  the  beetle  in  question  ——  though  it  seemed  content  to  rest  comfortably  upon  the  alchemist’s  palms.  actually,  it  barely  moved  at  all  the  entire  time  he  had  been  holding  it.  the  onikabuto  .  .  .  what  an  interesting  creature.  (  drawn  to  electro  much  like  a  moth  to  flame.  )  they  were  honestly  a  little  endearing,  now  that  he  thought  about  it.

with crossed arms, a golden gaze levels itself upwards at the commotion causing newcomer. ( loud. so damn loud. ) a stern look colors the yaksha’s face- and they uncross their arms, and point a finger at the harbinger of chaos. “ keep it down. you’re too loud. it’s irritating. ”

@geohund​ ↠ "Wait, did you steal this?" And cue a curious little squint. || ✦

   The bard was assessing the goods he had swiftly taken. Who would’ve known that it was actually easier to take food in Inazuma than it was at the winery. He emits a soft hum, not at all troubled at the fact that his acquired foods were stolen.

Blink, blink. And then the hybrid is leaning in, a brow cocked as his smile becomes playfully insidious. "Well," he starts, obviously building himself up for a convincing argument. "If I'm left unattended in Lihue, you'll be left wondering if I'm causing more trouble and work for you and your buddies, but-" He closes his eyes as he preens, grin laced with smugness and faux innocence. "If I had a tour guide." Cue a coy, pointed look. "That wouldn't be an issue, right?" / @ keqing LMAO

i liked an inbox call :]

“Your determination to pull me out of my obligations is both unfounded and quite befuddling. I’m sorry, but my hands are tied on this matter.” 

This vision adorned between her shoulder blades was unmistakably electro. The fierce violet complemented her in every means possible; her day-by-day attire (regardless of if it was her more formal dressings or casual outerwear), her combat style- quick and gone in a flash, and an everlasting impact that can cause one to be shocked in its wake. This was what was bestowed upon her. It didn’t matter if she wanted it or not. She’d come to terms with it over time, granted on her own terms. Though with how unshaken she was to the towering man before her, it may have been surprised that the vision that came into her hands was not geo instead. Geo would weather the turbulent force of nature resiliently for a very long time. But no, it is simply out of Keqing’s own stubbornness (dare one say hardheadedness) that her final verdict does not waver. 

“Should you insist and cause a public outburst, you are agreeing that you acknowledge the consequences of your actions, thus, will be held accountable.” A discontented sigh passes with ease from lips as a single finger is raised. Something told her that wouldn’t be enough to discourage Itto. “A threat to public safety and government officials.... As Yanfei, Liyue’s famed legal advisor, would say: ‘The law knows no kindness.’ Not only would our Tianquan also be forced to get involved, but let it be known that I will have no hesitation nor fear if I have strike you down myself if it boils down to it.”

This would not be the first time she was ready to engage in combat should such an overt disobedience toward the rules and regulation was exhibited, after all.