#setsuzoku

it was the wicked and wiiiiiiiiiild wind, blew down the door to let me in, shattered windows and the soooooooound of drums, people couldn't believe what i'd become

revolutionaaaaaaaaaaries wait for my head on a silver plate i forgooooooot this line, but i hope your barbara get to C8

*takes a deep breath*

whOOOOoOoOoOoOooooooOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA, WHOOOOOOOOOAOOAOAOAOOAOAOAOAOOOOOOOOA,

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH,

“   none.   ”

he lies. like a liar.

unpopular opinion time!     /     accepting.

UNPROMPTED / ALWAYS ACCEPTING

↳ @setsuzoku​ said: "So, I heard you visited the ghetto."

“ unfortunately— ” the word is dripping with disdain and disappointment. perhaps she shouldn’t have embarked on an expedition to the land of song and freedom with such high expectations. in her mind’s eyes, she envisioned a nouveau riche society reinforced by baroque architecture, and enormous glass stained windows depicting their archon. but lo and behold, when she stepped foot onto their miserly dock, ningguang knew she had set herself up for disappointment “ —the flavor was not there, beidou. their food was so bland, it might as well have been uncooked! and the architecture . . . it was a very quaint little village. ”

@setsuzoku​ said: "I wish you hadn't done that..." Beidou murmurs, her single-eyed gaze cast upon the carcass of the great horned whale they had tugged to a nearby atoll. The sea beast was a profitable venture for any sailor that pitched in to take it down, with many a seamen well aware of the traditional harpoon dance with the terror of the deep, and of how to quite literally reel it in hook, line and sinker... unless of course, a Fatui Harbinger seeking passage back to Inazuma like the rest of them struck first and zapped the horned whale before they could.

Whether it was thoughtfulness or insolence that moved his hand, all would agree that the moneymaking organs of the whale had long been fried past the point of no return. However, wastefulness was the peeve of all pirates, and so she sighs once more before turning back to Scaramouche.

"...but I owe you my thanks for keeping my men out of danger. Not too often that it happens out here, you know. Maybe it's a good thing you're here with us after all... "

"So dramatic,” he mumbles to himself as the captain seemingly mourns the loss of, what he now assumes, to have been precious loot to her. The tale behind the flick of his wrist and the electro that doomed the sea beast was all thanks to instinct, but he’s not one to disclose his thought process, let alone to neutral parties whom he just uses at his convinience. Some of her men looked panicked and unfortunately for their slow brains Scaramouche was far too fast for their mind to properly catch up with the situation. The harbinger only doing what came natural to him. He hears her speak, but he pays her no mind and instead inspects the digits of the hand that turned out to be the maker of the sea beast’s undoing. Sparks and sign of electro energy still snapping from the tips of them as he makes the concious attempt to force it back into his body. When close enough he basically discharged electro and streams of lightning out of his body, overcharging the beast to the point where its insides are no longer of any value, but fried to the point where even the color of the organs of interest darkened. Some even going as far to exploding. Such a brutal way to go, unfortunate truly, to be unable to tell if the internal bleeding or the absolute agony the beast was in was the cause of death. Her and her men should be thankful for his spontanous act of generousity since those don’t happen often and when left to the shifting breeze he acts at the liking of his whims.

Truth be told he can go in and out of Inazuma as he so pleases. This is nothing else than a pleasure cruise to him at best, but he does need Beidou to smuggle certain loot in her shaddy manner of getting into Inazuma that he wouldn’t be able to do or get away with in the most legal way. He only acknowledges her when she expresses that she should perhaps be more grateful than not. So, we do have manners around here then? Isn’t that a relief.

“You’re welcome,” he responds, twisting his lips into his staple plastic smile. At the moment it’s in his best interest that nothing happen that will cause the reason why he’s doing this in the first place to go astray. Let it be dead weight he needs to dispose of along the way or the safety of those he doesn’t particularly care about. 

“We use this to ground our ships and make sure they don’t float away while we’re on land.” She notes, though not without an accompanying smirk. “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t try and lift it. You’ll just hurt yourself, lad.”

                  A TRIP TO LIYUE WAS A GIFT, lisa told him. he needed to see more of the world to learn as much as he wanted. but business called her away early, leaving razor to travel back alone. well, not alone. there was no one more trusted along the open ocean, apparently, than captain beidou. her scent was familiar, and yet different all the same. a crack of thunder, like gun powder, but open air and sea salt. they share the same vision. they share the same weapon. razor is comfortable enough around her on the sail home that he even sleeps a little while.

                 but restless and curious as his kin, razor finds himself at the front of the vessel, looking at a large, claw-like appendage nestled just under the rim of the boat. it smelled of the ocean, but stronger, more intensified, and had bumps of white and black of them. they shined in the sun, some opened like...like clam shells.

                "an...chor," he says it once for himself, just so he knows how it sounds in his mouth, only glancing away from the anchor to look to beidou as he explains the use for such a large, metal item. he wonders how much is weighs, to be able to stop such a boat from floating away.

                 if the wolfkin had ears, they'd press against his head at her warning. but instead he looks a little dejected, red eyes glancing back to the anchor. it doesn't last long, however, curious gaze difting to the long, wooden paddles extending from the sides of the ship. he points.