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December | Event: With A Bang

With A Bang↲ OOC Plotting
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In the weeks following that rather heavy announcement, anxiety and unease become familiar emotions among the refugees. Eventually, rumors begin circulating throughout the city, as the "first" anniversary of the time loop's end draws ever closer. Even without concrete evidence, it seems some among the native population have started to believe that time will simply loop again as well.
But the refugees have more than a few powerful allies on their side, and with a little bit of work and a little bit of love, they'll find a way to move forward into next year.
For The Big Night

As the day of the potential loop draws near, all refugees will find themselves receiving a special invitation to a Winter Gala being held at the Imperial Palace in Nihonbashi on the night of the 24th. The refugees themselves are the guests of honor, with the Emperor of the East scheduled to be making an appearance. Surely this can't be a coincidence, right?
But unlike the casual atmosphere of the Western Emperor, here in the East, this is likely to be a far more formal affair. Thankfully, they'll have a few opportunities to prepare themselves before the Gala itself.
Dance Dance Perpetuation Yoshiwara, Tokyo
For a fancy Winter Gala being held in the Imperial Palace, it goes without saying that there's going to be dancing. And for those who don't know how, they'll find a certain dance troupe in Yoshiwara is offering free lessons for all refugees attending the Gala.
The dances range from a formal Waltz to traditional dances native to Nippon, with the instructors patiently teaching the steps and correcting dancers as they practice in their studio. They even offer to let the Refugees borrow some of their costumes to practice dancing in more restrictive wear.
But their patience has a limit, and their offer, an ulterior motive. Because the costumes they offer are no ordinary costumes. Built into the fabric is a special magic-conducive material that connects to a small magi-tech device hidden under the collar of each outfit. And when activated, this magi-tech will cause the wearer to move against their will, following the dance routines programmed into the device. Supposedly, these are used for training beginners, as well as ensuring that dancers who need to sync up with one another can do so seamlessly.
Of course, the reality is they're mostly just used for hazing newbies, because the sensation of having your body dance dance dance the night away against your will is unpleasant. But hey, at least you'll remember the steps!
Binary Blowout Shibuya, Tokyo
Over in Shibuya, the Central Station Department Store is holding a special winter sale for couples purchasing matching outfits for ringing in the new year. Thankfully, couples won't have to do anything embarrassing to prove they're together in order to get the sale, and merely need to buy one half of a matching set at the same time.
For the most part, these outfits will consist of traditional kimono and hakama sets. However, it seems gender equality was not taken into consideration for this sale, and with few exceptions, couples looking for up to 75% off luxury clothing may find themselves forced to pick who gets the masculine hakama set in muted colors and who gets the bright and colorful floral kimono set (complete with matching hair accessories). Unfortunately, this seems to extend into their more Western styles as well, perhaps to a more extreme degree. Flapper dresses and fancy suits? Well, at least the sizes are inclusive?
Thankfully, given the cost reduction, it's still worth it to buy the full set versus buying only one half. But seeing as the sets do need to be purchased at the same time by the couple, and the ever so helpful employees will insist on giving each person a proper fitting and even offer professional photos, this may just end up being a more embarrassing experience than they expected.
Winter Wonderland

At last, the day of the party arrives! The palace is tucked away in a large garden in Nihonbashi, set atop a man-made island with a moat surrounding it. No doubt a common sight when traveling through the city, this will be the first time any refugees have been allowed to enter the castle grounds.
Inside the castle proper, the entire main hall has been fitted with a wintry theme, complete with magi-tech powered snowflakes that aren't cold, but fall gently from the ceiling and disappear before touching the floor. As the guests of honor settle in, the Emperor himself makes an appearance, dressed in extravagant blue robes and speaking in a soft, gentle voice.

"Greetings, my dear time refugees. Although previous circumstances prevented me from extending you all a proper introduction sooner, tonight I shall hope to make up for it.
I am Karu, Emperor of the East, and the one responsible for initiating the Time Refugee Project. Although it is customary in Nippon to address me by my title, Tennō, I do not wish to impose such formalities on all of you. Call me as you will.
I am well aware of the many difficulties our world has imposed on you. Hence forth, I hope to become a more reliable ally for all of you in this world. It is my hope that together, we can move forward towards a brighter future, both here in Nippon and in all of your home worlds."
I am Karu, Emperor of the East, and the one responsible for initiating the Time Refugee Project. Although it is customary in Nippon to address me by my title, Tennō, I do not wish to impose such formalities on all of you. Call me as you will.
I am well aware of the many difficulties our world has imposed on you. Hence forth, I hope to become a more reliable ally for all of you in this world. It is my hope that together, we can move forward towards a brighter future, both here in Nippon and in all of your home worlds."
After delivering his speech, he can be found mostly surrounded by his attendants and just quietly enjoying the atmosphere. While guests are welcome to speak with him, they may be quick to notice that he's not quite as eloquent when his words aren't pre-written.
Sus Snax Imperial Palace, Nihonbashi
Beautiful decor aside, the Gala has a live orchestra supplying the music, which seems to be of a more classical affair, with a Nippon-like twist. Dances will shift from playfully energetic to slower and more romantic as the night draws on. Enjoy a slow dance with a sweetie? It might just be your last chance before time resets at the end of the night.
And of course, no party would be complete without plenty of food and drink. Drinks are unlimited, with no shortage of beer, locally-brewed sake, and very expensive wines imported from before the time surges made international travel too dangerous. Should the Emperor really be giving this out for free? If asked, the attendants managing the party will simply explain that the Emperor is not very fond of alcohol, and wishes to share the collection he's acquired over the years with those who will enjoy it.
But at some point after the party has begun, some rather mysterious snacks make an appearance. Although looking like perfectly innocent manju, just one sniff will reveal the unmistakable scent of Uki weed laced within the sugary treat. How did someone smuggle these into the Imperial Palace of all places?? Well, as long as no one's a killjoy, the attendants won't recognize the scent, and the snacks will remain until they've all been eaten!
But what of those looking for a little... privacy? There's far more to the palace than just the main hall, and with just a little sneaking around, they'll find a door that leads to the upper floors. Despite being closed off, it looks like some of them have been decorated for the season as well, although it only takes a glance to see that most of the rooms are clearly unused. Wasn't this the Emperor's home? Well, regardless, there's still plenty of futons to be found in the closet of each tatami-lined room, so there's no reason that guests can't have a little fun in secret.
Mistleno Imperial Palace, Nihonbashi
It seems there's some other sort of trickery afoot at this Gala. All around the main hall, and even in some of the private hallways and outdoor areas, colorful paper cranes can be found hanging from doorways and ceilings. There's only ever one, and they seem to following some kind of colorful theme. Naturally, it should come as no surprise that these little fellas are enchanted, with different effects triggering depending on the color of the crane itself.
The red cranes will cause whoever walks under it to kiss the first person they see. A second variety, with a glittery sheen, will instead make them seek out someone they've never kissed before for a smooch.
The orange cranes will cause whoever walks under them to spontaneously teleport to the side of the last person they were thinking about, whether they want to be there or not. It seems someone thought it was funny to stick one of these above the bathrooms...
The green cranes will only cause an effect if two people walk under one at the same time. This crane will cause their minds to switch places, putting them in the other person's body. Passing under additional green cranes while the effect is still present will cause another swap, until no one knows who anyone is anymore.
The blue cranes will cause whoever passes under it to suddenly confess something out loud to the first person they see. Thankfully, it doesn't have to be a major secret, and may even just cause them to offer a spontaneous compliment, or admit they've have a little bit of the Uki snacks from earlier.
The purple cranes will manifest a random Kizuna effect that may linger for the rest of the night. This can be anything, from a mild physical change like growing flowers in their hair, to a severe mental change like intense levels of possessiveness.
And the pink cranes are of the most predictable sort, causing whoever passes under one to become almost insatiably horny. Thankfully, these ones are the rarest.
But how long will the effects last? Good question! Although none will last past midnight, the range seems to be anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours. If pointed out to the Emperor's attendants, they'll immediately begin trying to remove them, but the cranes will simply take flight and flutter to another hidden location. So they weren't intentional, after all... so who put them there?
Party Crashers

As the evening progresses, the source of the mysterious Uki and magical paper cranes is revealed, when a number of Yokai abruptly crash the party. But this is no ordinary group of party crashers, as they're all dressed in imperial regalia, and are joined by the Emperor of the West himself, Katsuragi no Mikoto.

"Salutations, my dear guests from another world! Please, do not let me and my entourage disturb you! You see, I simply have very important business with a certain Karu-chan who stood me up last summer... no regrets, right?"
After a brief kerfuffle, the two emperors quickly take their leave to the very private balcony that absolutely no one can sneak into or blatantly peek at from the windows, not at all. Those hoping for a steamy scene may leave a little disappointed, but the lingering glances and shy smiles shared between the two say plenty on their own.
Boom Boom Boom Nihonbashi, Tokyo
Although the party may have been winding down before, once the Yokai join the group, things grow very lively very quickly. The classical music playing on the dance floor is replaced with some swinging jazz tunes, and dancers may find themselves literally dancing on air, as the Yokai use their magic to allow for weightlessness on the dance floor. They're being very careful that no one falls, and those affected will find their dance steps unaffected by the chance in altitude, but it's sure to be a little disorienting for some.
In addition to the Uki-laced snacks from before, drinks bearing magical effects are also brought out, with each effect carefully labelled to prevent accidental ingestion. The blue soda bottles cause drinkers to grow or shrink in height or size, in varying degrees of strength. Some may simply grow to a respectable six-feet tall, while others may find themselves shrunk down to no more than six-inches tall! The red berry-flavored drink causes those who drink it to become overtly flirty and confident, earning it the nickname "suave soda". And the mysterious sparkling sake causes those who drink it to become imbued with powerful Kizuna magic, causing severe Kizuna side effects to manifest. Strangely, it seems this one effects Yokai very differently, as the intended effect is simply a magical amplifier. Oops?
But aside from escorting their amorous emperor to his long-awaited date with the other emperor, the Yokai accompanying him have one last present to offer the refugees to make the evening even more magical. As the night grows late, a special spell is cast upon the ceiling, making it entirely transparent. And following a brief countdown, a spectacular show of fireworks is played overhead, visible from all over Tokyo. Magical in nature, the colorful bursts often take the shape of creatures, bounding across the sky before bursting into a brilliant show of light and magic.
By the time the show comes to end, few will have noticed that the clock has long since passed midnight.
Your Best Friend Everywhere, Nippon
It's not until the sun begins to rise that the last of the party goers begin filtering out of the castle and into the streets. Although none of the people sleeping in their homes are aware, it seems yet another time loop has been successfully stopped thanks to the refugees!
...sure, they did cause this one, but it still counts for something!! Though it seems they'll be left with no definitive answer for exactly how the time loop was prevented in the end. Maybe someone just needed to let loose a little for once?
Over the next few days, things really do seem to be progressing as normal. And more importantly, the people seem to be in even higher spirits than before. As another year safely passes by without any word of another loop, the native population begins to feel a true sense of relief, as if this year was proof that the time loop was truly over. Perhaps this is why scienz_rulz_1899 was so insistent that no one else find out the truth: because she knew just how important this peace of mind would be for the people of Nippon.
As thanks for their efforts, all refugees will find a gift addressed them to delivered to wherever it is they're staying -- and regardless of where. How did it find their way to them? It seems she still has her secrets! Each gift will include either a box of fancy pastries, a bottle of wine, or a small amount of money for those who can't enjoy either. And alongside that, an item from their home world that they would be happy to see again.
And at the bottom of each box is a small card, printed in their native tongue: from your best friend, Tomoko.
OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's December event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.
• While there is no official dress code, characters will ICly be encouraged to dress up for the occasion! For outfit ideas, consider searching 1920s fashion trends and Taisho era fashion!
• Feel free to make the effects of the paper cranes and drinks as mild or as strong as you'd like! Only the sparkling sake is alcoholic.
• Attempting to destroy the cranes will cause them to fly away. With effort, they can be torn up, but the effects they cause will linger unless burned to ashes. They are not living creatures, so don't feel bad about it.
• Characters who are in one of the upper floors when the fireworks begin will also experience an invisible ceiling. However, thanks to the way the magic works, the floor will not be invisible, and those on the floors below will not see them fuckin'. Unless you want them to, in which case, exactly one room will have this effect for all you exhibitionists out there.
• The item received in their gift from Tomoko/scienz_rulz_1899 can be normal or magical in nature, but it must be something they would want to see again, and something that would realistically fit in a large box. They do not need to attend the Gala to receive this item.
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3 ✧ Dance Under the Mistleno
4 ✧ Boom Boom Boom
5 ✧ Wildcard
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[Aether's had quite a bit more than Childe, his words ever so slightly slurred, which might be why he's just nursing a cup of water by now. Though he won't say anything about it, the slight puffiness to his eyes seems to imply more than just the usual insomnia he's been dealing with since Lumine left Nippon.]
[While he didn't bother dressing for the occasion -- if anything, dressing down more than usual in a plain dark coloured kimono -- his hair has fallen from the messy ponytail he'd thrown it in earlier, leaving the silky stands to rest over his shoulders. And as he turns to offer Childe a brief smile, the ends of those strands tint to match Childe's hair, the color lingering even as he tilts his gaze back up at the sky from where he's taken a seat.]
But I think next year will be better. Especially with this one ending on a high note.
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His gaze looks appreciatively over Aether's own kimono and he reaches out, gently touching the ends of his hair before he moves to take a seat beside him. There were no concerns about forgetting Aether or their relationship; they'd been through one time loop already and even before coming to this place, he'd been fond of the Traveler.
Folding his legs up under him, he sets down his own drink and glances up at the ceiling proper, taking in the placement of the stars overhead and wondering over how things were going back home. ]
We'd have to start all over, you know. That doesn't bother you at all?
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[Aether's own concerns about time looping differed from many others. In truth, this year had been one of the hardest of his life, considering time spent in Teyvat, as well. A second chance to make things right, to try and avoid the mistakes of the past year -- if this year was anything like the first year they forgot, then it's no wonder he wished for something like that.]
[But time spent reflecting has changed his stance. Despite his inebriation, his mind feels clearer than it has in a while. And with Childe sitting down beside him, he doesn't hesitate to lean against him.]
Because I think we'll see tomorrow. And then, after we make it back to Kyoto-- I think I'll climb into bed and sleep until the new year.
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[ he's not at all thinking about the implications that they might have their time reset to before they'd ever known each other. having met someone here who should, by all rights, be long-since dead and buried, a chapter in Mondstadt's history books, the possibility that they might revert back to a time before he and the Traveler hadn't even met was a very real thing. ]
No matter how things end, I'm sure it'll all be fine. So long as we're both hale and hearty, and should the stars wish it, I have no doubt we'll cross each other's paths sooner rather than later.
[ his hand covers Aether's own, reassuring, before he adjusts and gently laces their fingers reassuringly. ]
Don't you think so, Traveler?
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[After all, if time resets, then Aether will once more arrive in this world with only part of his memories of Teyvat. Sure, he and Childe are all but guaranteed to cross paths again. But would things play out the same way again? Would they meet, then part ways, only to reunite again and grow even closer than before? Would they still be cuddled up like this under the stars as the year draws to an end? And what of Childe and Zhongli?]
...should the stars wish it, huh.
[The firework show overhead is briefly forgotten as he reaches up with his other hand to rest it against Childe's cheek, pulling gently to turn his face towards him.]
Well, you've got a bona fide shooting star sitting right next to you. So why not just make a wish on me for what you really want?
[Will he realize just how literal that statement is, or just assume he's drunk and trying to be suave? Maybe whether he does or not doesn't really matter.]
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however, the (embarrassing) conversations about himself are something left to be desired; he had no intention of laying himself out open to the random passerby, or even his friends, but really, did it matter at this point? he's still holding onto his past regrets, and too many people know about his past, but if time was going to reset itself, then why should he care? the friends he'd met in Nippon would all forget who he is, and he'd forget them, and he'd be alone all over again. it's a prospect less desired than having those closest to him here know every gritty detail of his past, and while he's used to being alone (and would often prefer it, to reflect on his own thought), the very idea of the relationships he'd formed getting stricken from their memories hurt. when the realisation of that started to sink in, Dohalim had left to get some fresh air in an attempt to perish all of those thoughts. at least he doesn't have any wine with him, which is a bit of an improvement. hopefully, he doesn't regret that choice.
but it's when he sees familiar ginger hair that Dohalim stops for a moment, watching Childe, and debating whether or not he should stay. the last couple of interactions has him wondering just what the outcome of this one would be if he were to engage; he frowns softly to himself as another thought forms in his mind. at least, if time were to reset, he'd forget just what happened on that night in October. is that worth more than forgetting everything else that happened? Dohalim can't lie to himself, he'd rather forget it than try to work through it, and the rest of his traumas. but, then again, that truly is the type of person he really is. he'd rather run from the core of the problem at hand, or blanket it with something pretty and virtuous, so he can look at the surface of it, dust his hands and tell himself that it's fixed.
the last encounter they had didn't allow for any such conversations of lamentations, but now that he's presented with the opportunity now, Dohalim wants nothing more than to just turn on his heel, and walk the other way. he still sees those images from that night, he can still smell the blood, and, like Fahria as she declared her hatred for him, he can hear the angry roar of Zhongli's voice. the man had already forgiven him, yes, but he still hasn't been able to forgive himself, taking full responsibility for everything that had happened.
what compels him to step forward and join Childe, he isn't sure what it is, but he's soon by his side, an arm crossed over his chest, hand resting on his shoulder. he stands there for a moment or two, staring up at the clear sky, before speaking]
...Good evening.
[his words are soft, as if he doesn't want to break the fragile peace and quiet around them, and hesitant, as if he debated whether or not to open this conversation at all]
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also, people fucked around all the time in Nippon. it's not like it was anything unusual.
as the night wears on he finds himself less and less enamored with the thought of surrounding himself with people and imbibing on what there was to offer. more and more he'll excuse himself for quick trips outside for some fresh air that quickly turn into prolonged stays outside until his comrades come looking for him. it's on this particular occasion that he's leaned against one of the railings, his gaze fixated on the sky overhead and counting out all the stars and constellations he can name while the music reaches a crescendo behind him.
the laughter that rings out is clear as day when the door opens and closes behind Dohalim, but he doesn't look to see who might have joined him. it's not as thought he's trapped in his own head; but the peace and the quiet of the evening is enough to lull him into the sort of meditative, pensive state he usually sank into whenever he went fishing, and he finds that he's loathe to disturb it for anything that isn't his close friends.
but then there's a presence beside him, too close to be anything but coincidence. a familiar voice speaks softly, drawing his attention in the way that a murmur might. he turns, draping his elbow over the railing he'd been leaning on and turning a curious gaze on Dohalim - though it soon enough melts into something that's less hostile than he might have expected. it's perhaps fondly comfortable. ]
Good evening.
[ it's repeated in the same inflection. for a moment, it almost feels as though they're trading secrets out here, far away from the revelry and the the infectious enthusiasm of the party. were it not for the very distinct sounds of two people making out further on down, tangled up in each other with limbs and hair and legs, they might even have the illusion of privacy. ]
Party got too loud for you, huh?
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Not at all. I actually enjoy lively parties. I'd simply had too much to drink and needed a breath of fresh air.
[at least it isn't a complete lie. he really did have a lot to drink, and he really did want some fresh air. he does omit the fact that the idea of time resetting itself weighs heavily in his heart, but, at least, it means he'd managed to outrun the cranes, for the time being. he falls silent again, admittedly feeling more and more awkward as the minutes pass by. he idly glances at the couple in the distance; he has no right to scrutinize them, when he himself had done a lot worse in public. however, they just seem to add another level of awkwardness to this whole situation, and Dohalim has to wonder whether or not he should have just left Childe to his own thoughts.
he lets out a soft sigh, lifting his free hand, before quickly remembering that he doesn't have a wine glass occupying it. ah, there's that regret of not refilling on libations before coming out; he drops his hand gently onto the smooth surface of the railing as he glances back at Childe]
I hope I am not imposing. If I am, please, just say the word, and I'll leave.
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[ if only he had some. unfortunately, the Gods That Be had not seen fit to gift him with a bottle quite yet. perhaps sometime in the very near future he might be able to procure himself a bottle, since other things had made it here from his home world, but he's not counting on it.
in the silence that falls between them - broken only by the wet smacking and faint, breathy noises of the amorous couple a few feet away - he occupies himself with studying the trajectory of the stars and the constellation overhead. he wonders if his own family might be looking at the same sight, if his siblings are gathered around the stove and listening to their father's daring tales of adventure, or if they're tucked up snug under the blankets with the sounds of wind buffeting the walls and the crackle of the ever-constant fire keeping their home heated a background to their dreams.
perhaps time had not even moved and they were trapped in the same endless loop. perhaps they hadn't even realized anything was amiss.
he's abruptly pulled out of his thoughts when Dohalim speaks and he notices as if for the first time the uneasy look the other man is giving him. Childe blinks, then leans in, gently sliding his hand along the railing to nudge at Dohalim's own. ]
You're not imposing. If you want me to go ahead and leave you to your thoughts, you know you can just ask. Though I don't think they're going to leave any time soon. [ he adds, with a little nod at the affectionate couple in the shadows. ]
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[like he would ever say no to an offer of libations when, in reality, he should not be drinking so much. oh well, it can't be helped, not when he enjoys his drink. sometimes, it's better than the alternative. the alternative only has thoughts and regrets he still can't seem to let go, that he's kept so close to his heart. how cumbersome... but the gentle nudge against his hand momentarily pulls him out of his thoughts, bringing his attention back to Childe. he shakes his head]
And it's quite alright. You were here first, so naturally, it would only be proper of me to leave first. But, if you don't mind my company...
[if Childe isn't outright telling him to leave... Dohalim slides onto the railing, sitting on it and leaning against a convenient pillar. it may not be the safest place to be, currently, but with practiced balance, he settles in comfortably, before he mirrors the other man, looking up at the sky, and the unfamiliar constellations overhead.
it seems so strange to see a clear, starry expanse without the loom of a twin planet; even he had to admit that seeing Rena up in the sky, as if his own people were watching the goings on in Dahna is a daunting thought. do they have any idea what's happening? do they know about the other lords, about the Alphen and the ragtag group he'd found himself in? do they know about his and Shionne's defection? he really wouldn't be surprised if they knew about all of what was happening. but for them not to retaliate yet...
not that it matters, for the time being, though it's a thought that often settles in the darker corners of his mind. he had things to do on Dahna. why is it that he's here, instead?]
I do have a question, if you do not mind answering it. Do you ever find yourself worrying about what could possibly be happening in your own homeworld?
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[The samurai stands at the entrace of the balcony, silhoutetted by the bright light of the room beyond.
It took some time for the samurai to find the Fatuus, though he'd known the moment he'd arrived. His scent and sound is not something he'd easily forget— that despite Diluc's warnings, he had a hard time simply putting the friendliness they'd shared behind him, especially on a night like this. Childe was one that Kazuha specifically singled out to find.
While the vagrant usually dresses for comfort and practicality, tonight he's dressed in a fine dark kimono and matching haori, his sword tucked into the obi at the same spot his Visions— two, openly displayed now, the one still milky white —are tied to. With the clack of his geta comes the scattering of anemo leaves, that flutter and then disappear like snowflakes.
Someone is apparently in a pleasant mood, if the bright smile and flush of wine on his cheeks didn't make it immediately apparent.]
There you are. I thought I wasn't going to get a moment alone with you, Childe.
kazoo.... cute....
At the poem, recited in a voice he's rather intimately familiar with (it's hard to spend two weeks under the stars with a man and not know how he sounds across most situations) he turns, resting a hand on the railing and lifting the other to shield against the light beaming out from the party going on behind Kazuha.
He, thankfully, does not have to do this for very long; the samurai soon steps into the area, the doors closing behind him and Childe is able to glimpse the impressive figure he cuts in his kimono and haori. It's unsurprising that it suits him so well, he thinks. Nippon is, in many ways, too similar to Inazuma to be much of a coincidence. He wouldn't be surprised if it was just in the nature of parallel worlds or something equally as remarkable. ]
Kazuha. If I'd known you were looking for me I would have made myself available sooner. [ There's no love lost in his tone; it's not hard to ascertain that he's quite fond of the Inazuman. ]
What's up?
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You're a very popular man, Childe. You don't need to do such a thing for me.
[The samurai tilts his head, smiling up at him, and then reaches a hand into the sleeve of his haori. When he draws his hand back out, he holds a perfectly preserved maple leaf between his fingers. Kazuha holds it up to his face for a moment, shrouding his softening smile, and then he holds it out for the ginger.]
I wanted to give you this.
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I wouldn't go that far... [ He hums, leaning over a bit to the side just enough he wouldn't crowd Kazuha, but also close enough that the other could probably feel the heat off his body and indulge if he needed. It was a rather chilly night, after all.
For a moment, he doesn't acknowledge what it is the other is offering him. Kazuha looks picturesque in the night, the kimono and his soft smile and the way his hair shines like moonbeams under the starlight. To say he's fond of him would be something of an understatement; but it probably doesn't help that he's glimpsed little peeks of the samurai's strength here and there and concluded he would be a worthy opponent to test his skills against.
His attention is abruptly drawn to the maple leaf between his fingers and he - pauses. Stares at it, then at Kazuha, expression at first confused before a flicker of mischief brightens his eyes. ]
Is this some Inazuman custom I don't know about? Thank you. [ He adds, reaching up to take the object gentle, delicately, as though concerned that it might crumple at the slightest pressure. ] But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you in return.
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No, this is a 'me' custom. My hometown in Inazuma is covered in beautiful maples. When traveling, I'd gather the leaves to feel less homesick. [He smiles, brushing some loose strands of hair behind his ear as he looks up at Childe. He doesn't think he regrets meeting him— all their time spent with each other has been positive.] When I was on my boat, I'd scatter them for people to find, hoping they'd find comfort in them as well. But this, I give to you as a sign of our friendship.
[He reaches up, fingertips lightly brushing beneath his chin, and that smile on his lips turns bright and cheeky.]
You could give me a kiss.
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3 - Dance under the Mistleno
That being said, it's not long before he relocates Childe, smiling fondly as he watches the man seek out dance partners. He'll watch long enough to finish his drink--and for the current song to end-- before he approaches, offering Childe a playful look and his own hand.]
Would you honor me with a dance, Childe?
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So therefore, when Zhongli comes up to him as the song's ending and he's bidding goodbye to his current partner, it takes only a few seconds for the surprise on his face to melt into something pleased. ]
You don't have to be so formal about it, xiansheng. [ He says, but he's taking Zhongli's hand in his own in a heartbeat and giving it a tender squeeze. The music starts up again and he pauses for a moment before automatically assuming the lead. If Zhongli minds, Childe doesn't doubt he'll try and take it from him. ]
Just let me know if you can't keep up.
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His smile quirks up a little at the corner, amusement clear in his eyes as Childe points out his formality. Perhaps it wasn't necessary, but nothing he'd said was a lie, either. Childe's company was always a precious gift, for Zhongli.]
I don't believe I shall have any problems, but I will keep that in mind.
[He certainly doesn't mind Childe taking the lead, but he won't hesitate to press intimately close as they begin to dance, long fingers tucking against Childe's shoulder with an affectionate slide.] And I do not doubt you can keep pace with me, after all this time.
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[ The hand against his shoulder prompts him to return the gesture, though he instead goes for the small of Zhongli's back, resting his palm over it and letting his pinky rest just on the swell of the other's round bottom. Never let it be said Childe wasn't a fan of Zhongli's more shapely features. ]
Oh? Would you say I'm meeting your expectations, then?
[ As he begins the familiar steps once again, he may or may not be exaggerating them ostentatiously for Zhongli's sake; there's probably not as much twirling necessary than what he's doing now, but he can't help it. At least Childe, for his part, looks like he's having the time of his life, the darkness in his eyes banished once again and shining bright with flecks of gold as his gaze remains fixated on his dance partner. ]
Or have I surpassed them?
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The tips of his fingers brush the fine hair at the back of Childe's neck, just briefly.]
No, I think I would rather say... you constantly exceed them. Time spent with you always does.
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3
Attending the Gala had been more of a last minute decision on his part, the idea of being alone when time looped not sitting well with him for reasons he can only define as odd. It's a means for company, distraction, and Scaramouche finds himself failing spectacularly at both.
But at least he's made an attempt to dress up, hair done in an intricate braid, and an outfit that likely would have looked fancier if it weren't for the shorts and purple thigh high tabi. At least his nails are a pretty red.
That Tartaglia is attending isn't a surprise, the man far too sociable in his opinion. That the Eleventh approaches him however, is far from expected. The Sixth straightens up in surprise, blinking once, before his expression settles back on self-inflicted misery.]
What, can't find anyone else to bother?
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Childe had caught glimpses of him while he's been making his rounds around the dance floor (it absolutely wasn't because of the thigh highs, definitely not, though don't bring him near any blue cranes) and while he hadn't figured out who he was at first, it only took a few more turns before he did.
He's not quite sure what his relationship with Scaramouche is at this point. With the year coming to a close and looping, potentially wiping away everything that had happened over the months, he imagines it doesn't much matter. Nothing does at this point, and it's ultimately that more than anything that has him walking up to the Balladeer and outstretching a hand. ]
Not at all. [ He says, too-brightly, too-cheerfully to suggest he'd been affected by his thorny words at all. ] You just look especially botherable tonight.
[ Without waiting for any invitation, he reaches out, gently taking Scaramouche's hand in his own so he can pull him out onto the dance floor. Whether or not the other puts up resistance doesn't matter; Childe's looks and muscles aren't for show, and even if Scaramouche digs his heels in he'll spare no expense to physically drag him out if need be. ]
Why get all dressed up if you're just going to hold up the wall all night?
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Forgetting is something he specifically doesn’t want to do. No giving up control of his own life and certainty not loosing things he wants to remember, not wanting to let go of things he’s come to feel for. Forgetting the moments he’s had with Tartaglia is something he wouldn’t mind, perhaps along with learning the truth of the Gnosis, experiencing what it was causing him.
Forgetting the few things he no longer wants to remember isn’t worth loosing everything else. The idea of the time loop ruining his night far more than the Snezhnayan ever could.]
I look the same as I always do.
[Angry and unapproachable, but Childe never seemed to get that memo.
Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s not looking, or perhaps it’s that his mind is too focused on other matters to care, but Scaramouche finds himself pulled out onto the dance floor without his agreement and without much struggle — stumbling forward as Tartaglia drags him along like a rag doll. He’s not in the mood to make a scene be it from shocking the Eleventh or kicking up a fuss, instead the look of complete misery never once leaving his face as he lifts his free hand to rest it against the man’s arm.]
It’s hardly my fault that no one is worth my time.
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[ The statement is certainly true enough, and Childe brings attention to Scaramouche's changes in his appearance with a hand gently twirling around the ends of his (much longer) hair. On anyone else the lengthier locks might have made them look demure and ladylike; on Scaramouche, he just looks like a wet, miserable cat that's been left out in the rain. ]
Is it because you don't know how to dance? [ Even as he speaks Childe is reaching for Scara's hand, plucking it off his arm and raising it up to his shoulder to drape. His own goes to settle on the other Harbinger's hip, keeping a respectable enough distance between them even with their joined hands. ] You should have said something, Scaramouche. Don't worry, I'll lead.
[ Back in Snezhnaya he'd made no secret of his habit of jumping into plays and dances and the like. While back then it had practically been a necessity to keep warm in the frigid winters, when he left the borders of his homeland and ventured into other nations it was a habit that he'd found himself hard-pressed to shake. This was something he exhibited fairly often, particularly in Liyue; he'd always enjoyed being in the center of things and the chaos that often surrounded him whenever he'd barge in unannounced. It was a good practice in improvisation.
There's a moment where Childe pauses, waiting for the music to pick up again. In the interim he leans back to look over Scaramouche once more, his gaze lingering perhaps tellingly on the thigh highs adorning his slim, pretty legs.
Quick enough he's lifting his gaze back to the Balladeer's face and giving him a mischievous, playful grin. ]
You can stand on my feet, if you find you can't keep up. [ Like a small child would do to their father. Scaramouche isn't given much time to think on this for very long before the music abruptly begins, and Childe is leading them off in graceful, sweeping arcs across the floor, his legs weaving them in a clear path around the other couples like he'd done this hundreds of times before. ]
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