viridianwins

viridianwins — a multi-muse rp blog. featuring mostly green. characters from genshin impact & honkai: star rail. adored by Mila.

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//the stellaron is EXPLODING? or acting up at the very least. in 4.3 (this version) March said there was something different about the Trailblazer, and Stelle was super overwhelmed at the beginning (i thought it was cute how Himeko couldn't bring herself to wake her up when she finally fell asleep on the train (and was snoring, cute) ughguh). People were making theories about how she might gotten replaced by Aha when she received their (the phantasmoon's) gaze hdaldj (that'd be very interesting and very Aha-like) but what if that March sensed was the stellaron. tic tac tic tac inside of her...

— send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Era la víspera de su octogésimo quinto cumpleaños cuando Columbina le pidió, de forma inesperada, que jugara con ella en la nieve que se había acumulado en los jardines del palacio. El anciano Zandik le dijo que lo consideraría. Ese momento en el que los cuervos de ojos rojos del laboratorio se abalanzarían sobre él, con su curiosidad y su frialdad intactas, aún no había llegado. Al final, el bastón pasó de una mano a la otra y él apenas e hizo un intento por tumbar una pequeña montaña de blanco junto a la palomilla, sólo para entretenerla.

“Qué audaz”, pensó para sí mismo, con resignación. Suspirando y sonriendo levemente, el último gesto acentuado por las marcas del imperdonable paso del tiempo en el rostro. No sabía si la Tercera comprendía del todo las limitaciones físicas a las que se enfrentaba, pero no la acusó de nada. Sólo concluyó en voz alta: —Supongo que los segmentos te han rechazado.

Una simple observación, de alguien que había pasado el último tramo de su vida reflexionando sobre sus acciones y conductas pasadas, las experiencias que lo moldearon y las perspectivas que constantemente cambiaron. El pequeño de ocho años no jugaba en la nieve. El joven de dieciocho, bueno…, a esa edad Zandik todavía no se había adaptado al frío de Snezhnaya. Y los mayores de cuarenta eran más introvertidos que todos los demás, inclinados a tomar cada oportunidad que pudieran para quedarse dentro de las paredes del laboratorio.

Pero incluso ese que parecía tenerle un poco más de aprecio la había rechazado, pareciera.

Puede que Zandik sintiera un poco de lástima por ella. O se sintiera responsable, cuando menos, siendo que se trataban de versiones de sí mismo. Pero el hombre orgulloso que no aceptaba ni pedía ayuda de nadie, al final, le tendió la mano y, sin decir nada, le permitió a la palomilla que lo ayudara a desplazarse cuidadosamente hasta una de las bancas de piedra.

— GROWING CLOSER.

What an unfortunate thing to say. Dan Heng seemed to take offense and immediately frowned. “It’s my fault,” he said, crossing his arms, a hint of sarcasm, or perhaps annoyance, creeping into his voice, “Last time I didn’t show you the way out.”

He had his reasons. Among them, he’d decided that she wasn’t a threat to his companions… and that hadn’t changed, despite the disrespect implied by her phrase.

Dan Heng finally sighed and decided to let it go. It was clear she hadn’t meant it that way. “I don’t know where you’re headed, and I can’t keep your secret any longer; I have to put my friends first. But… the Express isn’t going anywhere for now.”

—GROWING CLOSER.

The Nameless turned toward her, seemingly unfazed. It was no surprise to find her in the midst of this kind of situation unfolding on the streets of Planarcadia, that was true. And she assumed that the fact she was recognized so easily was due to the popularity of the Astral Express. Or to her own popularity, as a supplicant of the Phantasmoon Games, why not?

“I hear that all the time. I guess that’s just how the Trailblaze works?” she blurted out, before she even recognized (or tried to recognize) the person she was talking to. It wasn’t until then that Stelle narrowed her eyes, a little bit. “Sorry. Do I know you?”

— GROWING CLOSER.

It had been some time since Xiao had heard the laughter and applause coming from the reception area of Wangshu Inn. Driven by curiosity, he peeked in to see what was going on and stood there for quite a while, arms crossed.

In the past, he would have stayed on the sidelines in a scene like that. But now, when the chef approached and surprised him with a plate of almond tofu, Xiao politely accepted it and sat down at one of the tables he was directed to in order to taste it. 

— send "ruffle!" for the sender's muse to ruffle the hair of the receiver's!

Before feeling that light, almost imperceptible weight of her hand on his head, Sampo had been whistling quietly; leaning against the alley wall and flipping through the credits he'd (legitimately) earned that day. Business was booming!

He was sitting on a trash can, which creaked in protest as he shifted his position. Sampo jumped (and even let out a little squeal) when Annie suddenly decided to ruffle his hair. “Wha-”

— GROWING CLOSER.

Baffled! He was baffled. “Oh, what have I ever done to you?” the fool asked, pouting, then hurriedly added: “Don’t answer! If it's up to me, I’m charming.” There, he decided for her, giving himself a hard slap on the chest with the palm of his hand. “Am I not your friend Sampo?”

Yeah. Another fool had beaten him to it, and he’d missed his chance to personally introduce her to the tavern. But he was trying to make up for it by buying her a drink (one that wasn’t too expensive) and accompanying her to the tavern’s hospital wing when she felt ill. In his defense, he had warned her about the jokes she put in her drink.

“You don’t go around saying such rude things to all your friends and thinking the worst of them, do you?” He shook his head with a touch of sadness. Supporting half of her weight.

— GROWING CLOSER.

That came out of nowhere. But Dan Heng did not flinch; the look of surprise on his face (his eyes widening slightly) soon gave way to a pensive expression as he brought his slightly clenched fist to his chin. “Hm.” He pondered it for a moment. Tried not to keep her waiting too long, as she seemed to need some kind of comfort. Still, he did not want to rush into an answer without maintaining objectivity. “...It’s true that the Nameless find it difficult to form... deep bonds,” he said.

“We’re constantly on the move, and we know very little about the affairs of a planet once we set out on a new journey.”

A few examples came to mind, such as Amphoreus. It was Madame Herta who oversaw the development of the Eternal Land while they wandered the streets of Planarcadia, Himeko’s homeworld, and faced new dangers. Did she feel… guilty? Dan Heng tried to unravel, or rather, decipher, the thread of Stelle’s thoughts, her concerns, and the source of those concerns, from a different angle. However, in his opinion, she was one of the hardest people to read. What was troubling her, exactly? He didn't know and found himself struggling to understand her. “Are you worried about what March said?”

Something about how the first person they meet after getting off the Astral Express usually is keeping a huge secret.

"...Do you wish to strike your enemy down?"

"Mr. La Mancha, I belong to a short-life species, my time is finite, so… I can't do it.

But my weapon can. One day, it shall slay those Abominations of Abundance, and strike down the borisin and their leader. Until one day…, they're wiped out, root and all.