[ spins wheel... we're at the lighthouse! zhongli is circling the building itself, at least as best as possible, chin lifted upwards to take in the structure with curiosity. in one hand is his spear, point angled downwards - at rest, but prepared, just in case there's trouble to be found in bikini bottom. when he comes back around to the front and sees mizu, he perks just slightly and tilts his head. ]
Ah, Master Mizu. Come to take in the new stop on the rails?
It's quite... lively, yes. I'm used to festivals and performances, in Liyue Harbor, but there's a rise and fall to that like a breathing thing.
The, ah, arcade as Rich called it... is constant. Droning, I find.
[ he could only stay there for so long, before he found himself heading up here. the stairs get a thoughtful glance from him as well, considering it - at least we know lighthouses! ]
[ honestly rng choosing beach is wildly appropriate. zhongli can be found with polearm in hand, point angled downwards but grip tight and ready rather than absently loose like it had been for most of the week so far. he's walking the length of the beach and scanning it with brow furrowed, expression severe, like he's just - looking. for anything. where charlie was, any signs of a scuffle or struggle or fight or anything, but coming up short the entire way.
near the bonfire that they stayed at last night, he slows a bit, as if trying to see if anything is different from the moment that they'd woken up or not.
approach? he hasn't immediately registered that someone else is there with him, to be honest. ]
mizu takes a walk down the perimeter of the now entirely nonexistent wall. but of course, there's absolutely nothing to find there for now. so. bonfire time it is. hello, zhongli. just comes chill next to him, saying in lieu of a greeting--]
[ his eyes are scanning the area around the bonfire, fingers flexing on his weapon as he thinks, processing, trying to pinpoint a single difference. ]
And Ramiel's accidental message does not bode well for how things will proceed. When I said that I would rather we not test if we could die a second time... [ he meant it. especially for someone like charlie. ] Have you spoken with others about where they were?
[ hi mizu, your new bff (derogatory) zhongli here. he's got a tray with a tea set balanced on it in one hand, frowning a little as he comes to hunt down the chosen hiding place for licking wounds and nursing wounded pride. he's still not sorry about stopping the, as it turns out, needless mercy kill, but now it's more checking in on mizu now that all is said and done. ]
[sometimes... things happen... and you really need to mercy kill a twink.
zhongli can find mizu in the library! slowly becoming one with a pile of cushions, bloodied outfit swapped out for a clean set of clothes, and looking partially mummified. the left side of mizu's head has been bandaged up, with the eye carefully covered.
sits up with far more care than before, looking at him with the remaining eye. hi.]
[ at least it wound up being that you didn't have to!!
he huffs a mild chuckle, a little humorless, seeing the mummification process mizu's gone through. but he'll make his way over and set the tray down carefully, taking up the teapot with familiarity and going to pour a cup - it's this blend, loose leaf and calming/healing. he can't doctor them all like their healers, but he can at least do this. ]
You all went through quite the ordeal, it seems. I thought you could do with something that might help take some of the tension from your bodies after your treatments.
[ comes back belatedly to this jfc. zhongli turns from... probably disembarking the train, as he was slow to leave once the teens that were clustered near him were taken care of. ]
[wowie! imagine being powerful enough to write an actual starter during memshare week. anyway, they are both stuck in the funhouse for the long haul while one of mizu's memories plays over the mirrors, loud, chaotic — and then quiet.
mizu does not seem to be too terribly bothered over this memory, despite its awful start. once the old swordsmith showed up, there's only the smallest hint of a fond smile to be found on mizu's face.]
[ i've given up on writing actual starters during memshare week frankly. too powerful. too much.
but zhongli has a severe frown at the bullying that starts the memory - he didn't suffer it, himself, but he did put an end to more than one instance of it, and it never changes. children, adults, gods... bullies are all the same.
the meteor, though... this boon from the heavens, he can't help but think of it as a sign of fortune for a child that would become the swordsmaster next to him, now, as he watches the old man with keen curiosity. he seems to perk, hearing the sound the metal makes, judging it as the blind swordsmith does, and murmurs: ] A fine quality.
[ after that, he's silent. watching the rest play out. his irritation at the children shifts to something softer, and amused, as the memory begins to wind to an end in the mirrors. ]
[after three trials, zhongli would likely recognize that mizu's sword more or less makes the same noise as that chunk of space rock. an otherworldly, metallic sound.]
The steel refused to form for many years. By the time I was able to forge a sword from it, I had already become an adult.
[ getting off the stop to see candy land sure isn't what he expected, after having watched from the other side for the past few weeks. zhongli takes one look at the destruction and waste, and summons his polearm from thin air to hold onto as he had before their powers were given back. especially with the sounds that he hears every now and then.
running into mizu, he inclines his head slightly in greeting before looking out at the streets. ]
Certainly a change, here. Perhaps the most drastic, considering the other stops have, at least, still retained their general setting despite all of the destruction. Master Mizu, is it just me, or... do you hear that?
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wk 0; monday
Ah, Master Mizu. Come to take in the new stop on the rails?
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Yes. [a glance. and then, thoughtfully:] It's more peaceful here, compared to the rest of the beach.
[why must everything be so loud and futuristic*
* to someone from the 17th century]
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The, ah, arcade as Rich called it... is constant. Droning, I find.
[ he could only stay there for so long, before he found himself heading up here. the stairs get a thoughtful glance from him as well, considering it - at least we know lighthouses! ]
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[though, looks at when the first western style lighthouse was built in japan.
well. follows his gaze and hums.]
Do you know what this tower is for?
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wk 0; friday
near the bonfire that they stayed at last night, he slows a bit, as if trying to see if anything is different from the moment that they'd woken up or not.
approach? he hasn't immediately registered that someone else is there with him, to be honest. ]
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mizu takes a walk down the perimeter of the now entirely nonexistent wall. but of course, there's absolutely nothing to find there for now. so. bonfire time it is. hello, zhongli. just comes chill next to him, saying in lieu of a greeting--]
Ill tidings.
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[ his eyes are scanning the area around the bonfire, fingers flexing on his weapon as he thinks, processing, trying to pinpoint a single difference. ]
And Ramiel's accidental message does not bode well for how things will proceed. When I said that I would rather we not test if we could die a second time... [ he meant it. especially for someone like charlie. ] Have you spoken with others about where they were?
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[now they've fucked around and found out.]
I've been told Charlie was in the showers, by more than one person. She traveled a long way to end up here.
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week one, tuesday.
blandly:]
Never a dull day in heaven... [DEROGATORY]
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No. I'd rather like a quiet day, I think, but I doubt we shall have one tomorrow.
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Have we ever had a quiet day?
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Last Tuesday, perhaps? [ this is a joke. ]
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wk 1; thursday
Master Mizu. Care for some tea?
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zhongli can find mizu in the library! slowly becoming one with a pile of cushions, bloodied outfit swapped out for a clean set of clothes, and looking partially mummified. the left side of mizu's head has been bandaged up, with the eye carefully covered.
sits up with far more care than before, looking at him with the remaining eye. hi.]
... Yes. Thank you.
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he huffs a mild chuckle, a little humorless, seeing the mummification process mizu's gone through. but he'll make his way over and set the tray down carefully, taking up the teapot with familiarity and going to pour a cup - it's this blend, loose leaf and calming/healing. he can't doctor them all like their healers, but he can at least do this. ]
You all went through quite the ordeal, it seems. I thought you could do with something that might help take some of the tension from your bodies after your treatments.
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[GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP TEA???? help me.]
Have you already seen the others?
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week one, sunday.
Zhongli, a moment?
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Of course. Yes, Master Mizu?
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Your phone. Has it done anything... strange today?
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Not that I am aware of. Did yours do something? [ brow furrowed. why does weird shit keep happening to you mizu?? ]
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week three, monday.
mizu does not seem to be too terribly bothered over this memory, despite its awful start. once the old swordsmith showed up, there's only the smallest hint of a fond smile to be found on mizu's face.]
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but zhongli has a severe frown at the bullying that starts the memory - he didn't suffer it, himself, but he did put an end to more than one instance of it, and it never changes. children, adults, gods... bullies are all the same.
the meteor, though... this boon from the heavens, he can't help but think of it as a sign of fortune for a child that would become the swordsmaster next to him, now, as he watches the old man with keen curiosity. he seems to perk, hearing the sound the metal makes, judging it as the blind swordsmith does, and murmurs: ] A fine quality.
[ after that, he's silent. watching the rest play out. his irritation at the children shifts to something softer, and amused, as the memory begins to wind to an end in the mirrors. ]
... your future blade?
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[after three trials, zhongli would likely recognize that mizu's sword more or less makes the same noise as that chunk of space rock. an otherworldly, metallic sound.]
The steel refused to form for many years. By the time I was able to forge a sword from it, I had already become an adult.
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wk 7; monday
running into mizu, he inclines his head slightly in greeting before looking out at the streets. ]
Certainly a change, here. Perhaps the most drastic, considering the other stops have, at least, still retained their general setting despite all of the destruction. Master Mizu, is it just me, or... do you hear that?
[ shambling, in the distance... ]
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[already reaching for a weapon, drawing the katana out from its sheathe. hm.]
Another last ditch effort from the entity to ruin our day. Be on your guard and get ready to run back to the train if necessary.
[slowly moving to approach the source of the shambling...]