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"i'm good to go, and i'm going nowhere fast." // @grislyintentions

“I don’t think we’ve met yet.” [from zhongli c:]

[ 🔥 ]  ──  * @grislyintentions  ⸤ masquerade starters ⸣

" indeed . i don't believe we have . " diluc would have remembered meeting someone with such captivating eyes and a refined aura . he was quite curious and intrigued by this stranger . something about him did feel a tad familiar , but diluc couldn't be too sure .

he politely offered a hand to shake , " diluc ragnvindr , of mondstadt . pleased to make your acquaintance . " he introduced .

he shook his head as he politely took his hand in greeting . " no , it does not unnerve me . in fact , i agree that you feel familiar as well . i might have also seen you during my travels in liyue . either way , welcome to mondstadt . i do hope your trip hasn't been bothersome . "

"Likewise, Sir Ragnvindr. Please. Call me Zhongli." The consultant clasps his proffered hand warmly, offering a polite shake in return as he introduces himself.

"Perhaps we may have bumped into one another in mondstadt? I do occasionally travel to the nation of freedom from Liyue from time to time. I daresay there is...something familiar about you, though I do hope it does not place you ill at ease with my claiming so."

@noctuafought

"her name is bastet. she's a sleek black cat, and one has never seen a more amazing cat."

"-!! You have a pet cat, Hat Guy? What do they look like? What's their name? How come you never talked about them before?"

"pictures?" he asks, sounding almost like he doesn't know what a kamera is. which, of course kaminari KNOWS what one is; he owns one himself ― but the thought of snapping pictures of bastet hadn't actually occured to him.

"she...well. she's a cat. black, sleek, and if i catch cyno trying to play genius invokation with her again, i'm mixing up his cardbacks."

"What a lovely name! Do you...do you happen to have taken any pictures of her? What's her personality like?"

@oficeandwind

"Your beloved Aunty's just returned home but you keep staring at the contents of your phone instead," Kafka punctuates her words with a dramatic sigh. "Don't you miss me anymore, dear nephew? Who's the one who got your attention? Did you get yourself a little crush?"

hearing kafka's voice has kami initially rolling his eyes, and moving as if to turn away from her, but then logic and actual human emotion kick in, and he's already mentally kicking himself for acting so rude.

he DOES enjoy kafka's company.

"you've been gone forever," kami retorts, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. he hadn't realized how sleepy he'd felt until now either. LAZINESS really does that. "of course i fucking miss you. when you actually come home, and you're not spending all your time fixing blade."

he pauses when the rest of her words sink in. "i do not have a crush!" he sticks his tongue out in self defense. "i'm not exactly a people person, kafka. who is going to even want me in the first place?"

(it also might be a lie. there is someone he SORT OF had his eye on, but that's not a topic he wants to dive into.)

@grislyintentions | FROM

DO YOU WISH TO BE RECOGNIZED?

kami is running the words over and over in his mind, frozen in place. he's not sure if his anger is stronger than his confusion ― he figured ei never would have forgotten who he is. it doesn't matter how much time has passed, she should still ―

UGH.

there's also mild despair broiling just underneath his anger. a grief he can't put to words. he DESPISES her, loathes her actions, and yet, in this exact moment of reunion, she's claiming she knows nothing about him. NOT NOTHING ― ei can still feel that same energy that never once left him. that same, irritation, stupid electro energy.

he can feel it coursing through his body, and kami can feel it stinging the back of his neck, itching in a way that can't be scratched or eased. it's ever the painful reminder that he'll ALWAYS belong to her in some fashion.

"your energy feels familiar," kami mocks quietly, low enough that he hopes she can't hear. then, he raises his voice. "i'm your so―" no. she would not care about, nor recognize the concept of family. that's a concept he himself had conjured up in his long sleep. when she abandoned him.

"―i'm your first creation. before the raiden shogun you so kindly kept after my failure."

"kafka please. that's third base. i'm already making him spent at least one vault on drinks alone. i'd be lucky if he pitched a second bank vault for little old me." he'll happily ignore her comments about she lovingly raised him. let her be sentimental, kami's just as well riding cloud nine. "maybe i can wrangle fresh communication equipment for us while we're at it. you know. for practical purposes." absolutely, totally, not for frivelous fun.

Isn't he just so predictable adorable, sometimes? "I know you are, honey. I'm just excited for you. It isn't everyday that the nephew you lovingly raised found a prospective boyfriend, you know? I'll send you the list. Now remember: Never put out for anything worth less than 3 bank vaults."

her gaze through him is wildly uncomfortable. like she's not even seeing him at all, but only caring about his power and how it can be traced back to HER.

how typical, and arrogant.

as much as kami wants to scoff, or yell, or do something to unleash centuries of raw hurt and bitterness, he is quiet, holding as still as possible to let her finish her examination of him. aside from clear signs of aging, mostly covered up by his clothing, he's still remarkably holding up well enough. though part of that, kami is WELL aware, is from dottore's experimentations. that doctor had done his best to keep kaminari in one piece, though it's all the credit kami is wiling to spare for him.

right now, he's focused only on the archon he once called mother (still calls mother, he desperately wants to establish familial ties).

"is that not what i am?" kami asks. "your first failure? why else would you have so carelessly thrown me away, completely disregarding everything you've made me to be?"

he clicks his tongue, turning away briefly. he hates everything about this. coming here to confront her had been a huge mistake. she's never going to give him the affection he always sought. it's so typical of gods to believe themselves above anyone and everyone else, including their own creations. he should not have expected ei to be any different.

"i find myself asking that same question," he retorts. "what brings me before you? i was hoping, since i heard you'd softened your heart a little in recent times, that i might try my hand again with you. i was hoping to see positive change, but you're still acting like the cold, unfeeling archon who strove for eternity."

lowering his kasa, he lets out a heavy sigh. too much emotion building up now. "not everything has to be logical or meticulous, raiden ei."

So he is. She knows his claims are true.

There is very little that would prevent the archon from recognising the undercurrent of power pouring through as her own. A mere fragment. Reflected in both the Shogun and herself. 

Vibrant eyes prickle with their intensity when she takes in the Wanderer’s features; unblinking in focus, precision and prying, as though she were attempting to gaze into the shape of his soul itself. 

There is much that evaded her for the time being. Shadows flitting in between the shutters of her memory- no matter. The truth will always be illuminated under the blinding heat of lightning tearing through the darkness. 

Her first creation…

Unlike his openly expressive countenance, her own vessel is comparatively flat in demeanour. Nevertheless, there is confusion in the deliberate tilt of her head when she processed his words. 

“There is no reason to deem yourself a failure.”

A simple statement of fact. 

“Per my estimate, that would make it several hundred years since your time of creation. What brings you here before me?”

@oficeandwind