LANGZI

📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen?

Answered!

🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these?

Yan values a strong sense of comfort and loyalty in any relationship that is of importance to him. As he comes to grow fond of someone, he himself will become increasingly reliable and loyal, primarily displayed in his actions more-so than his words. He just wants a companion that won’t betray him so he can give them his all in return. Forming relationships of this sort take a lot of time and patience on the other person’s part because... [vague hand motions] yan-isms. 

🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 

oh okay im sorry i meant to ask why is yan a ‘bitch’

     Now the guy was getting all friendly. What a weirdo. Robin couldn’t help but be a little suspicious after their last encounter, and he scrunched up his nose the more the other pried. 

    “Safe? Ahh, yeah. Yeah. They’re all fine.” There came the familiar click of a crossbow. He wasn’t taking any chances, whether it be with this Assassin, or the motley of specters and beasties crawling about with their eyes laced with fury. “No thanks to you, I mean. Nah, despite how I look… I’m pretty persistent when it comes to getting the job done. Do we even have the time to reminiscence about whatever you couldn’t accomplish when we’re being thrown to the wolves yet again? Seriously, give me a break. A guy just wants some peace and quiet for once.”

          “Careful where you point that~” He jabs, not flinching in the slightest. While he’d be a bit disappointed if Archer were to turn his crossbow on Yan, he could completely understand why. But if there was intent to attack, the other would be made rather quickly aware. Besides, on this one occasion, Archer did have a point. Still, Yan shrugs his words off and continues to pace back and forth in the servant’s path. If Archer decides to move forward, so does Yan. He’s here for the sole purpose of prying and being a nuisance this time around, but that isn’t so terribly different from their first encounter. That, he could acknowledge.

With the partial return of his magic and full return of his blade, Vermeil had begun working alongside his allies to perform monster extermination quests. He was no stranger to combat as a knight nor as a skyfarer, and so “slay monsters threatening the people of the city” came very naturally to him. After a hard day’s worth of work, however, he had found himself plum tuckered out, and took to stealthy routes through various dilapidated buildings on the way back to a safe zone. His plan was to report in to his captains after arriving and await further instructions…

Then someone practically apparated not too far from the corner store Vermeil had found himself catching a moment’s respite in. Watching the man be pursued by ghostly entities, Vermeil drew his blade, and suddenly felt the return of his full strength.

Perhaps I can bring this man good fortune.

Leaping over the counter, Vermeil sprinted out the doorway and into action. Sprinting down the street and looking for something to springboard off, Vermeil muttered two short incantations under his breath, and waved a hand over his rapier. Enchanting his foil doubly, Vermeil leaped into the air and pointed his blade towards the ghosts, flying over the gentleman in need.

I swear- “Ha!” -on my sword- “Ragh!” to protect this man. Quickly felling two ghosts with his sword, a single strike each, and thankful for his affinity towards destroying the undead, Vermeil’s flip finished and he found himself on solid ground, between Yan Qing and the final spirit.

“Stick close to me! I shall not let any harm come to you!”

          He stopped hard in his tracks the moment a flash of red shot by him, almost barreling to the ground from the abruptness of it all. He initially couldn’t even think to react. He never thought he’d have to prepare for a scenario in which he was being protected. And once the initial shock subsides, Yan would be left with a feeling akin to embarrassment for not being able to fend for himself in those moments. 

            “As you say.” He dryly replies, his features scrunching lightly at the scene before him. A child? A child was saving him from enemies that he currently couldn’t even touch. But at the same time of this realization did he also become intrigued, and so he becomes quickly content with the idea of the boy finishing off their company.

Just a heads up that I’m still around! Current threads will see replies sometime soon, and I gotta drop that starter call from the event for now. There’ll be another once I’m back on top of things. Apologies for any inconveniences!

          As tempting as it is to go all out and enjoy himself fighting their new enemies, even a man like himself has to prioritize. Navigating the city in spirit form with his presence hidden would prove most time efficient for finding Gudao again. It’s tedious, but up until now he had been particularly careful about not even crossing paths with too many monsters. 

          Night had fallen and all the heavy shadows that came with it made areas almost too dangerous for most to travel during a crisis. They were areas with low visage, an eerie ambiance, and the scent of fresh blood — lanes he walked down without the fear of exposure to any stray monsters he’d pass by. After all, he wasn’t expecting his abilities as a heroic spirit to flicker out so suddenly. 

        So when they did, his breath caught. With eyes widened, he froze in his tracks. A small mob of ghost-like enemies almost immediately picked up on his presence and moved in to attack. Yan fumbles about himself, reaching for the crossbow delivered to him after the second announcement. In was in that same moment of desperation that he realized a crossbow (as well as his fists) without any mana about him would do negligible damage to three phantoms. “... Shit!”