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⌛ Who: Zhongli & Open!
⌛ What: October event
⌛ When: 15th-31st
⌛ Where: Western Kingdoms. Kyoto and Nara.
⌛ Warnings: Smut, Violence, Xenophilia, Npc mauling, Ex-Archon ass
I. Monster Mash
[Zhongli had intended to stay indoors as the curfew dictated, but of course it was not going to be that easy. Childe was... a restless sort, and it only takes a few days for him to escape his watch.
Zhongli had no time to make a mask what with his childesitting, so he would have to brave the night and it's effects.
The change comes over him slowly at first. Scales creep up his arms, and he grimaces at the feeling of being forced to change shape without willing it. It is... an unwelcome sensation.
Ultimately, he's in the middle of a city street when his kimono rips at the seams, a tail lashing itself free from the confines, claws ripping through his sleeves. Small Cor Lapis colored spines even rip through the top half of his kimono, leaving him in utter disarray and tattered clothing, beautiful but utterly inhuman looking.
...Ah, this is the trouble with involuntarily changing forms. He lets out a sigh, hand coming up to press to his forehead in irritation.]
Truly, I should have expected this.
[...Someone should probably point out his entire ass is out there on display thanks to that tail ripping his clothes. Or enjoy the view. Either/or really.]
II. Consuming Darkness
[As things get more frenzied at night, Zhongli's temperament changes... as does his form.
How much it is the moon's influence shaping his form is up in the air, but it will be fairly easy to spot the giant dragon, even at night: Those amber eyes glow, even as the stars begin to fade from the sky. So do the spine-like scales running along his back, for that matter.
He tends to linger in places where the people he cares for most congregate, watching the world below from atop a roof or, if in Nara, curled in one of the giant trees. Most yokai are smart enough to avoid him if looking for an easy meal, but he knew others were not so lucky.
Which is why, if someone is in the process of getting accosted by a yokai looking to feed on their flesh--in all manners--it is possible a large dragon head might reach down to pluck them from the street below with a careful grip on their clothing, tucking them into his coils with a deep rumbling assurance.]
You are safe here.
[The same might happen if someone he knows is looking frenzied themselves. It is very hard to pierce his scales, and he can be patient.]
III. Consuming darkness (2) - Violence, gore, slight vore
[Of course, even in this form the moon has it's ways. Closer to the last few days, Zhongli's patience with attacks on those he considers under his protection wears thin.
So when he sees a familiar face being attacked, the sight of blood makes him see red in more than one way. This time, instead of removing his companion from the situation, he takes it one step further.
The yokai's screams ring through the streets as Zhongli's head shoots out, teeth snapping around them to rend flesh and bone. His voice echoes in the air, a fierce growl.]
You will cease.
[Blood stains his maw and mane, but he cares not.]
Wildcard
[Got a scenario you want to play out but don't see it here? Hit me up to plot here!. And yes, the full dragon form is available for smut.]
⌛ What: October event
⌛ When: 15th-31st
⌛ Where: Western Kingdoms. Kyoto and Nara.
⌛ Warnings: Smut, Violence, Xenophilia, Npc mauling, Ex-Archon ass
I. Monster Mash
[Zhongli had intended to stay indoors as the curfew dictated, but of course it was not going to be that easy. Childe was... a restless sort, and it only takes a few days for him to escape his watch.
Zhongli had no time to make a mask what with his childesitting, so he would have to brave the night and it's effects.
The change comes over him slowly at first. Scales creep up his arms, and he grimaces at the feeling of being forced to change shape without willing it. It is... an unwelcome sensation.
Ultimately, he's in the middle of a city street when his kimono rips at the seams, a tail lashing itself free from the confines, claws ripping through his sleeves. Small Cor Lapis colored spines even rip through the top half of his kimono, leaving him in utter disarray and tattered clothing, beautiful but utterly inhuman looking.
...Ah, this is the trouble with involuntarily changing forms. He lets out a sigh, hand coming up to press to his forehead in irritation.]
Truly, I should have expected this.
[...Someone should probably point out his entire ass is out there on display thanks to that tail ripping his clothes. Or enjoy the view. Either/or really.]
II. Consuming Darkness
[As things get more frenzied at night, Zhongli's temperament changes... as does his form.
How much it is the moon's influence shaping his form is up in the air, but it will be fairly easy to spot the giant dragon, even at night: Those amber eyes glow, even as the stars begin to fade from the sky. So do the spine-like scales running along his back, for that matter.
He tends to linger in places where the people he cares for most congregate, watching the world below from atop a roof or, if in Nara, curled in one of the giant trees. Most yokai are smart enough to avoid him if looking for an easy meal, but he knew others were not so lucky.
Which is why, if someone is in the process of getting accosted by a yokai looking to feed on their flesh--in all manners--it is possible a large dragon head might reach down to pluck them from the street below with a careful grip on their clothing, tucking them into his coils with a deep rumbling assurance.]
You are safe here.
[The same might happen if someone he knows is looking frenzied themselves. It is very hard to pierce his scales, and he can be patient.]
III. Consuming darkness (2) - Violence, gore, slight vore
[Of course, even in this form the moon has it's ways. Closer to the last few days, Zhongli's patience with attacks on those he considers under his protection wears thin.
So when he sees a familiar face being attacked, the sight of blood makes him see red in more than one way. This time, instead of removing his companion from the situation, he takes it one step further.
The yokai's screams ring through the streets as Zhongli's head shoots out, teeth snapping around them to rend flesh and bone. His voice echoes in the air, a fierce growl.]
You will cease.
[Blood stains his maw and mane, but he cares not.]
Wildcard
[Got a scenario you want to play out but don't see it here? Hit me up to plot here!. And yes, the full dragon form is available for smut.]
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[It's not a particular helpful comment after the fact, but Scaramouche feels the need to point out that control was an option if the god had cared enough to bother with it. Though if Zhongli had control over his transformation then he would be out some potentially interesting fun, meaning his night would be the usual fight followed by relaxing under the moon until morning. A little change in routine was most welcome.
The grin doesn't leave the Harbinger's lips as he looks the man up and down, considering.]
That's the question isn't it. Perhaps a bit of both, who's to tell.
[He shrugs, uninterested in providing an actual answer, but clearly entertained by the whole ordeal.
However that amused demeanour quickly snaps into a snarl as he's likened to his creator. It's three people now to have pointed out that fact to his face, two not counting Ei herself. Far too many when he was still so conflicted on his own feelings towards the Electro Archon.]
She is not my mother, nor do I look like her!
[Crackles of lightning dance along his arms in frustration, a faint glow to the streaks in his hair and eyes likely not helping matters of resemblance. Despite a single stray bolt that bounces off and strikes the ground, causing those walking the streets to give them a slightly wider berth, the Sixth makes no move to actually use his power. The action no more than a child throwing a tantrum, something that's been happening far too frequently whenever Ei seems to be at the root of his irritation.]
I don't know why she's so insistent of familial terms when not so long ago I was no more than a worthless vessel to her.
[His voice is bitter, arms folding in a huff. If his hair were braided then perhaps - perhaps - there might be some similarities. As it wasn't he's content to say the similarities were in colour alone.]
And I'd cut it, but I don't particularly care to right now.
[Not that it wouldn't just grow back the next time he transformed.]
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[His initial plans had been to respect the curfew, but unfortunately, Childe Happened.
He quirks a brow at the way the harbinger looks him over, amusement flicking in his eyes for just a moment, until--
Ah. It seems he is not quite as versed in the dynamics at play with him and Ei as he expected. He observes the play of electro crackling along Scaramouche's arms calmly, but he does not flinch away. He has little to fear from lightning.
He waits until the other calms before speaking anew, as if waiting for a strong gust to pass-- or a child's tantrum.] I am afraid I do not know a great deal about your relationship, only what you and Ei have said.
[Back to 'Ei' now.] The last I saw her before this place, you had likely not been born. Her motives for such a choice are beyond me.
[He raises a hand to his chin, still completely unflustered-- neither by his almost nudity, or Scaramouche's temper.] If you prefer, I will not address her as such in your presence. My knowledge of such affairs is as a distant observer at best, and as such commenting on such a thing is likely not my place.
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[Momentarily he wonders if Ei would be so foolish, but the thought is quickly pushed from his mind. What does he care if his creator did something idiotic, as long as it didn't affect him it was fine.]
Oh I've already heard it all. Why she made me, why she threw me out, how she feels so guilty about it all. Acting as though pretending will make it up to me after all these centuries. I do not see a reason in fixing things between her and I.
[Despite the venom in his words the Harbinger seems to be calming down from his initial outburst, glow fading and lightning flickering out, however the air around him grows no less tense. He's always been easy to anger, the transformation has unfortunately made him no less so. The way his eyes narrow make it clear that he's just as prone to snapping again should any more words prod at a part of him that he doesn't want to address.]
You're friends, I'm surprised you don't know more.
[Eventually he lets out a sigh, resting a hand on his hip and shaking his head.]
While you have no place to comment, you did start the conversation. Why shy away from it now? You can't make it any worse.