[ Once the crowd's largely dispersed, Childe's sitting up against one of the fences— dilapidated, fallen into disrepair, begging to collapse upon itself— to begrudgingly leaf through the booklet cover to cover. Nothing coy about it; his lack of discretion is as blatant as his disdain for reading, but he can't exactly overlook this matter, either.
In particular, stragglers slow to leave the scene suffer his attention. Singling out anyone who dares to make eye contact with him, Childe offers the half-opened pamphlet infographic-side up for inglorious perusal. Come closer. ]
Secret's out, huh? Guess there's no escaping it now! Here's mine. [ Ha, ha. ] Mind cluing me in on yours? Is it— [ FLIP, FLIP, FLIP ] —this one?
[ Right or wrong? ]
(2) LIFE'S A BEACH
Ah, wait! Hold on— over here!
[ Please notice him! Down by the shoreline, Childe's waving his hand, inviting so much vicious scrutiny. The normally crisp lines of his uniform are disheveled; he's ditched his jacket at some point, sleeves rolled up. Not like those half-measures helped him avoid this splashing ocean, though. He doesn't seem too put-off about it, either way. Who knows how long he's been here, honestly.
Upon further inspection, Childe's also brandishing an old, rusty farm shovel, the curving edge of it jammed silt-deep in the sand. It's taken quite the ferocious beating; one heavy look and it may just come apart. Supposing that some poor, unfortunate soul wanders over, he'll smile, guileless and open. ]
Any chance you're willing to get your hands dirty?
[ what does he mean by this ]
(3) THE... MOUNTAIN OPTION.........
[ Up on the peaks, Childe can be found legitimately anywhere. Trespassing into someone's mountainous farm, trekking up the slopes, dragging company along for the ride? All of this and more. Whatever the case, that feeling— burning out of his skin with the rush of being alive—is evidently what he's pursuing without reservations. In any case, he has plenty to say about the matter: ]
It's a wonderful sight, isn't it? The trees covered in frost, the chill in the air... really, it gets my blood racing!
[ Alright. ]
(4) WILDCARD
[ catch him anywhere. he'll introduce himself as childe and/or tartaglia, choose whichever name you want. no preference on brackets or prose! i'll follow your cue. dm me here or on discord if you have questions. here's my intro comment if you want ideas. you can also just fight him unprompted, that's a-okay. he'll be over the moon. ]
no subject
[ Once the crowd's largely dispersed, Childe's sitting up against one of the fences— dilapidated, fallen into disrepair, begging to collapse upon itself— to begrudgingly leaf through the booklet cover to cover. Nothing coy about it; his lack of discretion is as blatant as his disdain for reading, but he can't exactly overlook this matter, either.
In particular, stragglers slow to leave the scene suffer his attention. Singling out anyone who dares to make eye contact with him, Childe offers the half-opened pamphlet infographic-side up for inglorious perusal. Come closer. ]
Secret's out, huh? Guess there's no escaping it now! Here's mine. [ Ha, ha. ] Mind cluing me in on yours? Is it— [ FLIP, FLIP, FLIP ] —this one?
[ Right or wrong? ]
(2) LIFE'S A BEACH
Ah, wait! Hold on— over here!
[ Please notice him! Down by the shoreline, Childe's waving his hand, inviting so much vicious scrutiny. The normally crisp lines of his uniform are disheveled; he's ditched his jacket at some point, sleeves rolled up. Not like those half-measures helped him avoid this splashing ocean, though. He doesn't seem too put-off about it, either way. Who knows how long he's been here, honestly.
Upon further inspection, Childe's also brandishing an old, rusty farm shovel, the curving edge of it jammed silt-deep in the sand. It's taken quite the ferocious beating; one heavy look and it may just come apart. Supposing that some poor, unfortunate soul wanders over, he'll smile, guileless and open. ]
Any chance you're willing to get your hands dirty?
[ what does he mean by this ]
(3) THE... MOUNTAIN OPTION.........
[ Up on the peaks, Childe can be found legitimately anywhere. Trespassing into someone's mountainous farm, trekking up the slopes, dragging company along for the ride? All of this and more. Whatever the case, that feeling— burning out of his skin with the rush of being alive—is evidently what he's pursuing without reservations. In any case, he has plenty to say about the matter: ]
It's a wonderful sight, isn't it? The trees covered in frost, the chill in the air... really, it gets my blood racing!
[ Alright. ]
(4) WILDCARD
[ catch him anywhere. he'll introduce himself as childe and/or tartaglia, choose whichever name you want. no preference on brackets or prose! i'll follow your cue. dm me here or on discord if you have questions. here's my intro comment if you want ideas. you can also just fight him unprompted, that's a-okay. he'll be over the moon. ]