Opening my eyes again in casted darkness... (January Catch-all)

[esurientabyss]

🌊Who: He Xuan, and anyone else.
🌊What: Things happening; they're self-explanatory.
🌊When: January.
🌊Where: Varies.
🌊Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of suicide & forced induction into harems; involvement of violence/murder. Anything else that may occur will be added or adequately warned for in the thread. TGCF spoilers, but since this already deals with memories, that's a requirement, really.



i. gravitation

[ No matter where He Xuan finds himself, whereas it's on the beach or somewhere else, there seems to be some kind of nonsense afoot. Some...feline nonsense at that.

They're all congregating rudely around him and he is essentially helpless to their attacks (cuddles and piling around his feet.)

He practically glares at anyone who catches him in the midst of this. ]

What?

ii. displacement

[ Ghost kings do not get sick, not really. But it doesn't mean that coughing or sneezing is an impossibility for him.

It just so happens he had grabbed something spicy from a restaurant and for some reason found himself sneezing due to some kind of pepper and now he's in the middle of a lake. Soon enough, he's grumbling, extricating himself from the water. What a waste of food. ]

iii. uncharted waters

[ In addition to those, anyone is free to encounter someone who seems to, for all intents and purposes appear to look like He Xuan, and is essence definitely still him. Yet, his appearance clearly differs in subtle ways. His skin isn't so pale, and his ears are not so sharp and he appears a little lost. Feel free to run into him like this, though he will be scrutinizing most people, and there appears to be a sword at his hip, which his hand is hovering on the hilt of. ]

iv. wildcard

[ Self-explanatory...! Open to things that are also not necessarily the above. ]

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For Diluc

[esurientabyss]

[ They say the following when certain seasons turn:

Autumn's leaves bring about the falling of winter, and with the appearance of spring's heated sun comes the onslaught of unforgiveable summer.

And of those who 'live' in perpetuity?

Gods and ghosts can achieve an eternity immortal, but curses can be forevermore perennial.

Since the minor bedlam Diluc conjured at Van Zieks' meeting, he has had no further run-ins with a certain ghost king, and perhaps to his joy, that he received the last word. But as he's crossing through foliage one stormy day (by mere perchance or misfortune?), there is a sense of foreboding; maybe the clouds darken, and crimson eyes stare out from the dark which seem to dissipate in the blink of an eye. The appearance of the road to his farm does not seem as it should be, even if it, by all rights appears just fine. Muddy water then begins to seep from bushes.

As if that isn't enough, something like a shade moves out from the forest, dressed in all black, and familiar, but frigid golden irises stare at him. A cold voice speaks, unfamiliar to Diluc's ears; more feminine. ]

Seems like you should learn the consequences for being unable to keep your hands off what isn't yours.

[pyronic]

[Ruh roh, Raggy. What is this ominous feeling in the air? It feels as if it's about to storm, but ah, there's He Xuan. There's no parade for him to rain on, what with Diluc's mood already something sour, but there's no silver lining to be found amongst the clouds either. Considering what his parting words to the man were, Diluc needn't question why they've "stumbled" across each other here.]

My, you sure do know how to make an entrance.

[Diluc's tone is dripping with sarcasm. He couldn't be less impressed if he tried, standing his ground on the steps leading up to his home.]

But I don't recall inviting you here. Don't you know that it's rude to show up uninvited? Kindly leave.

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[ It's surely the onset of something completely harmonious and not troublesome whatsoever. ]

I care little for your lack of invitation.

You overstepped your own. I also don't care if Gaku allowed you free roam in our home. You took something of mine.

[ He Xuan doesn't have very many things. The only objects this ghost king has which can be considered precious would be the remains of certain family members. So perhaps to some, reacting so harshly over a singular object being taken away even if made by one they like, is a little extreme. But to He Xuan, being infuriated is justifiable, and the resentment is coloring this interaction.

In one moment He Xuan stands still. In another, there is suddenly a certain large collection of water being propelled Diluc's way. Not that it looks pretty, going from muddy, tainted to pure black. ]

[pyronic]

[Comeuppance at last, eh? Fine by Diluc. He knew this fight would find him eventually, and now that it has, he's prepared to win. His blade shimmers into existence just in time to guard against that wave of dark water. His farm is no doubt going to suffer a fair bit of damage after this, but he brought this upon himself, didn't he? This is where He Xuan has chosen to fight, so Diluc will make it worth it.]

That portrait, was it? You seem quite attached to a painting given to you by a murderer and a criminal. Then again, are you any better than him?

[Setting his claymore ablaze, he readies himself but remains on the defensive, watching He Xuan's every movement with sharp eyes.]

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[ The black water clashes heavily into the blade, the weight greater than what might be expected behind what is essentially liquid manipulated by one other person. Especially since it is not is great in size, but the night-tinted water seems to land around Diluc in droplets as it should? Surely innocuous, and inert, only lightly wetting the surroundings. But it is unnaturally cold, as if like biting frost.

...In all honesty, most things have water in them.

He Xuan wants Diluc to be still be breathing by the end of this, however. To see his defeat. That would bring greater shame then a death. And even if it might not be the case on the red head's end, it would satisfy He Xuan, whose body is currently clearly the shape of a female's. No defects because this, too, bears a similar enough resemblance that one might wonder if the person bore a relation to the ghost king; though with imperfections such as the ears being like a human's, and the skin less pale.

Though, people from He Xuan's world tend to underestimate and think little of women (even if Diluc is not the same, but there is adequate time to find out.) ]

Spewing trash as usual. The fact you do speaks to your overblown ego.

[ The insults during the meeting did not pass He Xuan by. However, will the sudden movement of black water collecting quickly without a sound on the ground, then moving in an attempt to grab at his ankles, and throw him to the ground, be missed by him, who is so focused on He Xuan's movements? ]