This Blog Is Now A Solo Leveling Blog. Brickd.

this blog is now a solo leveling blog. brick’d.

𝐄𝐔𝐋𝐀 [ lunaetis. ]

─「エウルア」─  though he admitted of having been lost, his composure was something the KNIGHT CAPTAIN had to make note mentally. she could tell a seasoned fighter apart from those amateur ones, and this one certainly had his fair share of time upon the battlefield if the way he single-handedly took down the frostarm lawachurl without so much as a single scratch didn’t tell of that already. and while his attire might offer a bit of a blend-in with the REGION, his features didn’t seem like he had come from anywhere near mondstadt, not even liyue or inazuma.

                “ you’re in dragonspine, the resting place of the shadow dragon durin. ” while the locals would’ve taken that as her way of explaining just how DANGEROUS the very area was, she had a feeling that this stranger before her wouldn’t know much given how he didn’t have a single clue where he was. being lost is one thing, but to not even know what this area was called and he had been this high up ?

                coupled with the RUMORS of a meteor, the story started to be a bit more familiar. a stranger who could wield the elemental power without a VISION.

                “ you’re in teyvat. ” finally, the name of this very world was uttered towards the stranger, someone whom she highly suspected to be another OUTLANDER. “ i hope it’s not too bold to assume that you’re not of this world, correct ? for those who could control the power of element in this world must be gifted with a vision, like this one. ” gloved hand pressed over the cryo vision over the left side of her chest. “ you don’t seem to have one on your person, yet, you were wielding those flames like it was a part of you. ”

                she took a small pause, letting the words sink in. judging from his expression, he seemed to want answers, so the KNIGHT was trying to see how much she could give him to start him off with.

                “ where are my manners — let me introduce myself, then you can ask me anything you wish to know. ” her head lowered in a slight bow. “ my name is eula lawrence, captain of the reconnaissance company with the knights of favonius. the knights in question are responsible for protecting the people of mondstadt, the very region you’re standing upon right now. ” was that too much information all in one go ? hopefully not. he appeared to be someone who could process things quite a bit, judging from how COMPOSED he was despite finding himself in a completely familiar territory.

                “ i’d be more than willing to answer any of your questions, however, might i propose us descending down from the mountain ? it’s quite dangerous here. ” she slung her claymore behind her back, gesturing for him to follow. “ and may i ask your name, outlander ? ”

          Her words and the location she speaks of is nothing to the Hunter, means nothing, and tells him nothing, only that he really, truly, is no longer in South Korea. He clenches his jaw in irritation and finds smoke emanating off of his fingers in his annoyance. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, probably one of the last few he’ll have if this world doesn’t have the nicotine he desires.

          But this is extremely... Ah, his stress levels could not be high enough and the nicotine is helping. He relaxes and exhales the smoke as he continues to listen to her explain and state where it is that they are. Still, she’s being kind in explaining things to him as though there have been others before him that’s crash landed here. The likelihood that they are from the same world, same home world as his own seems nigh impossible. If Jongin is here and that there’s been another who’s also come here from another world, then it doesn’t rule out the idea that there’s more than just their two worlds. Being realistic and pragmatic about this instead of panicking, after all, is what made him what he is today at what was once the top of his Guild.

          Ah, his guild.

          Jongin makes for a light shrug, unable to properly think of a response to explain why is it exactly that he’s able to wield the flames as easily as he does. He awoke one day to his home being invaded with portals, Gates, and found himself able to wield such an intense fire power of a fire mage. No explanation, no reason why, just simply as so.

          He lifts a hand to his mouth with the cigarette, turning his gaze to the woman with a look before taking a much smaller drag this go and then exhaling the plume of smoke. Polite, mannerly, and very knightly. Which is aptly fitting for the title she gives him, unsurprising now as he takes in the information she provides. Hm, he supposes this outcome isn’t too terrible, all things considered, especially since she’s so willing to provide him with the information he desires. Initial annoyance now slowly fading, Jongin uses a thumb to scratch at his head, finding that there’s no other alternative than to learn and adapt to the change. He can stress about the other things later.

          ❝Nice to meet you, Eula,❞ he says, dropping his arm down to his side while the hand that doesn’t have the cigarette is tucked into the pocket of his clothes. He faintly arches a brow as he turns to her, idly agreeing that this place isn’t quite the place for a formal meeting or information gathering. If all else, going to the city she’s from might be more informative than staying here. ( And more productive, but he digresses. )

          And then he lifts a hand, gesturing for her to go on ahead of him and he’d follow suit. ❝Then please, by all means, lead the way, Miss Eula.❞ Strange, he muses as thinks of how he’s able to converse with her. There’s no “language” barrier to speak of so he wonders what is the extent of this world to allow him the knowledge and abilities of being able to understand. In some ways, this is fascinating. Especially since he can see she wields a claymore despite her stature with ease, something quite different from the people back in his world.

          Ah, what he doesn’t like is to be called by an obvious nickname like that. Hm.

          ❝Jongin,❞ he replies, noting specifically how this world seems to operate on a first name’s first with family name second, if his world is any indication of how the English and the Americans do it. ❝Jongin Choi.❞ He takes another quick drag of his cigarette before putting it out, stowing the rest of the cigarette back into a small metal looking-like case and then putting it away into inner pocket of his jacket.

          He heads over to her, falling in-line behind her as he looks around the scenery. Snowy mountains, a distant place he doesn’t recognize. The howl of the cold wind doesn’t bother him, warmed by his innate fire that he finds himself wondering how it is back home. No, idle thoughts for tonight, right now, he needs to get himself to a city and find out where he is. Teyvat? Mondstadt? Words he finds unfamiliar, and yet, already knowing full well that this is true to the world he’s in.

          The snow crunches beneath his feet as he follows after the knight, the howl of the wind sometimes carrying away his voice when he thinks of a question he could ask. But right now, he’s absorbing the fact that he’s truly here, in a place not South Korea, not home. Thoughts ring through his mind as he contemplates how he’d be able to get home, if he can even go home. From what he can tell from just his sensory perception is that there’s nothing here quite like the mana of a Gate. Even the woman in front of him has something similar to that of mana, but it’s not quite the same.

          It’s only when they reach the bottom of the mountain that he finally speaks up.

          ❝Miss Eula, have there been others like me? You speak to me as if this is a normal occurrence.❞ Which is strange to consider. What kind of world is he in that allows the frequent visitor from another world? Strange.

        A B-Rank Gate, huh? Not that Jinwoo minds too much, but it’s a little weird that he gets invited to one, or hell, is allowed to join at all. Still, not that he’s going to complain overmuch since he needs the money and the EXP. Granted, the fact that even he, at an E-Rank, gets invited to something as more difficult as a B-Gate. He just finished that C-Gate with the Lizards so the extra dough would honestly help in the long run. ( He guesses that they’re only willing because they have too many people and they don’t mind a bag carrier to join the group. )

        They must be thinking this is going to be an easy run if it’s a B-Gate and they’re allowing an E-Rank to join.

        Once more, as he looks up at the gate, he finds that he’s even less intimidated by the gate than the last time. In fact, he could almost say he’s excited, but the fact remains that he’s still officially registered as an E-Rank. With the news of his last Gate clear with just Jinho, Jinwoo is not quite ready to make any sort of name for himself quite yet. He needs more EXP, more clears, more strength before he’s ready to ever try and get himself re-evaluated.

        He turns his head at a greeting from a stranger he’s never seen before, but he can immediately tell that this person is strong. Perhaps, not in the way that Jinwoo is able to tell the others is strong in the way of his mana and the scent that comes from him, but definitely strong enough that he knows he’s in the presence of a person who’s an S-Rank. Where he ranks even among the other S-Ranks, he can’t tell since he’s never met anyone, but it’s enough that Jinwoo can feel his palms slick with sweat in awareness. Compared to him, it’s a reminder that Jinwoo still has a long way to go before he could ever consider himself strong.

        His friendly demeanor, however, makes it easy for Jinwoo to slowly relax despite the wariness he feels. A foreigner? Based on how he looks, he’s definitely not from around here and he looks just as out of place as he feels. Still, he arches his brow in question.

        ❝Yeah, I am.❞ Jinwoo nods. ❝I don’t think I’ve seen you before—are you a new Hunter?❞ In the area, especially. He’s certain he would’ve seen a foreigner as a Hunter in the Hunters’ news network, but there’s no word on him. And stranger still is that he’s not associated with any of the Guilds, which makes it weird with how powerful he is.

        Voices around them gather, but he hasn’t paid them any mind. Normally, most hunters are assured comfort and safety whenever he joins a raid. It gives them the unofficial guarantee that this raid will go successfully. If someone who’s as weak as he is joins and manages to survive, that means the Gate isn’t as difficult as it ought to be. Which, whether fortunate or unfortunate, also means the survivability of the raid is extremely high.

Surprise starter because I’m still emotional | @yiqiannian​ [Chrom & Jinwoo]

It has been a years since Chrom made his way to this world, to Korea to be exact. He can’t say he fully assimilated into the country but he is getting by. At least now he knows there are Hunters and Monsters, and he should help with the latter while he is in this world.

Even if he was not officially a Hunter–he couldn’t be one, for various reasons, but he was given the chance to accompany Hunters on low ranked Gates (with association watchful eye), despite his strength and skills. He had no complaints. In his situation, he is glad he was spared with how weird his grand entrance was. 

Today, he is joining a B-rank group of Hunters attempting to raid a B rank Gate. The association did its best to cover up for him and his identity and how he came. It would cause a lot of uproar if more people were to find out about him. He got a classic background, dead parents and a lone child of a normal family in Korea who was abroad for a while–explains the heavily BAD ACCENT and somewhat foreign features. 

That aside, he was not the center of attention today, it was a guy who everyone kept calling the weakest, and other uncolorful terms. Of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a small in stature young man. Such a child going to raid too? Well, back home ..he can’t say that would not have happened. War is …just war, what else can he say?

He heard the other hunters’ chat get higher and more directed towards that young man. Ah… is that him? It’s unfair. He is doing his best for sure, otherwise, who would risk going to a dangerous place like the inside of the gate?

“Hey,” he walked towards him, a wave of his hand–as friendly as he can be, to not alarm him. “You’re a hunter too? I’m Chrom, nice to meet you … ?” 

s.c. // @madeofsouls​ // hit me with any one of your babes uwu

        Lidded gaze wanders the little party, pale blue eyes watching as he feels just every so slightly out of place. After all, he’s a wanderer by nature so he’s not entirely disinterested, but he’s also not quite used to the busy and almost meddlesome environment of a party at a place like this. Loud music pulses through the entire house, the house party only ramping up as red cups are in large abundance.

        Plenty of women have already approached him as have a few men, each one proposing their own definition of what is fun and what isn’t. Still, the young man only makes an easy smile as he deflects each one of them. Even when his friends who took him appeared, promising something or other, Orion only arches a brow and points a cup in their direction. Though, he can tell from the look in their eyes, that they know he’s about to escape this place.

        Somehow, it’s in moments like these that he finds himself thinking about his father, the disinterest tugging that it lingers close to boredom. In a way, he does miss his father for the continuous challenges he’s often posed before him; finally, a talent to match his father’s wits aside from his mother. The variety of drinks were alright, but, as per usual, he finds his alcohol tolerance too stupid high for him to really feel the effects.

        So when someone comes to his side as he drinks and drains the cup, he makes an idle comment, expecting no response in return, especially when the game of beer pong is full of stupid shenanigans, ❝That’s a miss.❞ At this point, Orion has resigned himself to calling it like it is. And then, maybe, just maybe, he’ll dip out from this party and go do something else...

        Maybe something else like exploring the city, for instance.

"Lissa, I know what you did, come out. I promise, I won't get mad ... just come out and tell why did you tell her that?"

something something... // always welcome // @convxction

        Somehow, Lissa highly doubts that. After all, it's super obvious that her brother, Chrom, likes her. Why wouldn't she tell her about his feelings for her? Well, not exactly, but definitely enough to drop the hint that she caught it. She knows she caught it because she's observant and something Lissa has always found to be really amazing. Smart, beautiful, and definitely her brother's type, definitely. Especially with how nice and good they looked next to each other.

        But would Chrom ever forgive her?

        Again, she somehow doubts it.

        Hiding somewhere in their shared mansion as she hears Chrom running around trying to find her, Lissa inwardly sighs.

        He'll probably kill her, yep.

        After all, he's so dense! And he doesn't even know he likes her. Emmeryn agreed with her that letting Chrom lose her is such a waste. Lissa would lose such a great girlfriend, best friend, and future sister-in-law all in one go.

        Heck, even Robin agreed. Both of them mutually agree that their respective friend and brother are dense as bricks.

        Why they'll never know.

        But it's been—she checks her phone for the time—thirty minutes since she's made Chrom start sweating after his discovery that Lissa told his future wife his feelings. Or at least, some semblance of a hint of one. Though, his future wife seems to doubt her words so who even knows now.

        Lissa crawls out of her hiding place after she makes sure Chrom has gone far enough away to get out of her secret hiding place. She waits a couple of minutes, moving and hiding around the house until she finds him running around the living room. She steps out and sighs, shrugging with the shake of her head.

        ❝Because you're dense,❞ she says, deadpan. ❝And hey, you said you promised you wouldn't get mad!❞ She points a finger at him, almost waiting for when he's ready to start berating her for getting involved with another person's business, especially their personal affairs of their love lives. Well, Lissa only messes with Chrom's love life, so honestly, sucks to be him.

New OC incoming. I will be working on his about page. Contemplating on making his own blog given how important of a muse he’s going to become for me, we’ll see depending on the lore I will be developing for him. ( I say developing but honestly, he actually already has a shit ton of lore that I have no plans of ever writing down. shrugs. )

On that note, rules will be updated and this will go to all my blogs after today.