#guaxian

Sylvie ya missed out on some DIRT. Wanna hear bout it?

... it was a shame to find even he had skills that could DEGRADE with time.

the instrument the wanderer held was not the same as long ago. ( that was a given. ) yet he couldn't seem to make it SING quite the way he wanted it to. he had parked himself on a hill overlooking liyue harbor in the hopes of practicing his song in solitude — though the only thing he had managed to accomplish thus far was a ( frustration induced ) headache.

"Because bad taste is chronic."

   "" . . . . and what would that be , exactly ? "" she knows very well what it was , but shh ! "" did i do something wrong , mademoiselle ? ""

PROMPTS FROM SURVIVOR / ACCEPTING

In the sea of faces before the pair, Chongyun is struggling to see who exactly Xinyan is looking at, because he can't see a single person with a hat on yet.

Well, that's not necessarily true. There's a few people with hats on, some hats being larger than others. Chongyun shakes his head before nudging her and pointing out in a random direction. "That one?" He asks, turning to look at her. "Can I ask why?"

█ █ ▹   SMASH OR PASS.      / /      CLOSED.      

█ █ ▹   a comprehensive list of scenarios.      / /      CLOSED.    

                       It’s been TWO HOURS already. When do they plan to give up ?! 

Never. The answer’s never, or perhaps in a month or two, let’s see how it goes.

A MARCHING TROOP has been surrounding the city for hours, it’s safe to say that they have reached a dead end. The city ROARS their name, its guards look from one corner to another in an ATTEMPT to find their whereabouts. Almost every business had been notified of their presence, hanging wanted posters with their face on it, creating a commotion between Liyue’s citizens, mumbling and whispering as this foreign individual becomes one to be careful around.

How they manage to get themselves in trouble for the smallest things is still a big MYSTERY to them. But for the RECORD, this wasn’t meant to go this way.

For CONTEXT, Tomoya’s no CRIMINAL. At least not in the eyes of those with COMMON SENSE. They have come to the region of contracts as a follow up of their travels. One week ago they were nothing more than another RONIN from INAZUMA. Here and now, a week later, they are hunted for fucking the wife of a millelith squad leader. ( UNKNOWINGLY, of course, they had NO IDEA of her current marital status. In their defense, she didn’t say anything nor tried to reject them ). 

Caught mid act, the blond had barely time to get their pants on before escaping the scene. It’s one bitter memory that had gotten EXTREME consequences. Not their fault nor what they would have wanted. If the affected soldier wanted their head on a silver plate or to send them directly to prison to be never seen again. . .  that was up to him to decide but meanwhile, they had better things to do like ESCAPING for example !

                                You are only a dead man if they catch you !

Hiding here, in the ship of the so recalled CAPTAIN BEIDOU, the ALCOR, had to be the MOST risky move they have done since their arrival to the land of the GEO ARCHON. If they get DISCOVERED who KNOWS what they will do to them. SHIT, there’s no turning back now, is it ?

                            ❝ Where is she ? WHERE IS SHE ?! ❞

Tomoya holds their breath, motionless while guards check the harbor and the people in the area. The ALCOR is planned to sail for another hour or two, that gave them enough time to plan an escape that wll save their ass. Gosh darn, they are still looking for HER ! WAIT. . . . HER ? 

                                      ❝ SHE has to be HERE !  ❞

SHE. . . . SHE ?! Last time they checked they were no ‘SHE’. Or could it be. . . ❝ Got yourself on a big one too, huh ? ❞ Besides the boxes the blond used for camouflage, another individual could be seen hiding just as well. If they are correct, that’s the ‘SHE’ in question.