solesuccess | CATCHALL: Diluc

[ by now shoma has realized there is some fucky shit going on and it means that when he rounds the corner with roboji and enters diluc's vicinity, the first emotion he'll feel from the boy is agitation. who did this. who allowed people to feel so much and let their feelings be know? why!!

but he does at least seem to register who this is, and after a moment there's a brief nod of hello.

wonder if his bird ever got its sandwich...

roboji also waves, and shoma realizes he's lingered too long to not get away with speaking up. so. ]

...at least there's more room for everybody now? Easier to stretch out. [ small talk is not his strong suit. ]

[ the ship lands, but unfortunately due to the jostling he's just stumbling and crashing right into diluc.

or, rather, diluc's legs. sorry about that, it was probably unexpected. he's on the ground for a few seconds before he shakes himself off and immediately bounces back to his feet. ]

Diluc! The ship doors opened. Have you looked at the planet yet? [ outside? outside for them??? ]

[ finally, vennessa is free to fly about! while the sun is at its highest, anyway. meanwhile i'm putting the two in the bazaar, diluc's studying the leather goods and hand-carved trinkets. ]

...I'm finding I prefer this to the concourse.

[ which is perfectly fine, it's just that this feels more familiar to him. ]

See anything you like?

[ wow hi everything is!! so terrible and shoma really did just have to witness another (extra) gruesome execution!!!

anyway i'm putting them at the bar, but shoma is probably the only person in their crew diluc wouldn't serve booze to. fortunately for him, diluc favors non-alcoholic drinks anyway. he makes him his best approximation of wolfhook juice (berry-flavored). ]

...How're you doing?

[ I'M STILL GONNA RESPOND TO SUNDAY THREAD, also backdates this for us, wherever they are shoma will see the following memory:

you were born to the highest station of status and wealth in mondstadt—the ragnvindr name, an uncrowned bloodline in a country without a king. you have lived your life in service of your city, and endeavored from your earliest memory to fulfill your father's dream, passed onto you.

and you succeed where your father had failed. you are blessed by the seven, granted a pyro vision at the age of 10—a mark of divine potential, even ascension to godhood. you then earn the title of cavalry captain of the favonius at the age of 14, a mere four years later—the youngest ever in the ranks of the ordo.

even as a child, you work tirelessly to the bone for the merest scrap of your father's praise, for the glory of the knights. it's all you've ever known, and you foolishly believe, heart and soul, that it is your righteous calling. you burn ever brightly, and you burn true.

and then you turn 18.

and your father dies, on the night of your birthday.

your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.

blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.

]

[ bounds up to diluc wherever the hell he is. ]

Did you see we got access to a park? The place is huge. It'd be good for spreading Vennessa's wings without taking her off-planet.

[ is this an excuse to see the bird? hang out with diluc? both? it's possible. ]

[ preservation biome time!! diluc is trying to take pictures of the animals and plants here on his IRIS, but, there are so many... they could really spend an entire week here and not even see everything there is to see. ]

...Hold still.

[ he's going to take a picture of shoma and a small colony of nearby meerkats, hehe ]

Do you recognize most of these creatures?

[

honestly wherever the hell diluc is, shoma's just approaching and kind of faceplanting into his back with a grumble. ]

Dude. I'm definitely not cut out for combat. [ HE'S SO TIRED, HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO THIS. ]

w0 tuesday

w1 monday

W2 MONDAY

W2 SUNDAY

W3 TUESDAY

w4 monday

W6 SUNDAY

w7 saturday