indie RP blog for Yanqing, Arlan & Moze from Honkai: Star Rail || mutuals only || read pinned post before interaction
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Once acknowledged and accepted, Moze takes one step further into the room, but then stops as the watery dragon approaches him. Humanoid beings tend to be scared of him, intimidated, but animals seems to enjoy his presence. It's something Moze has never understood. Is it because he smells like blood? No matter how much he cleans himself, the smell of blood seems to always linger on his skin, or at least that's how it seems to him. Is the little dragon an animal though? They are made of water, that much he can see and he knows who Dan Heng is and what power he wields. Is the dragon a familiar? Moze wants to reach out and pet them, but he is afraid he'll scare them. The way they cocks their head is adorable and it almost makes him smile.
Moze shakes his head. "Not needed. I don't mind." And he truly didn't. Had he been more inclined to speak his emotions, he would've asked if he could pet the dragon.
"No. I had business on the Luofu and General Jing Yuan asked if I could deliver a few things to the Express." One thing had been a parcel to Mr Yang, the other was a data storage device, which he now held in his hand. "He said to tell you it contains the information you had asked for." Moze had no clue what that information was, nor was it his business.
Unlike other times when he had spoken to Dan Heng, his gaze was not fully on the young man, but kept wandering to the little water dragon curled around his arm.
It's not a voice he was expecting, though perhaps with time he will come to associate it with a lack of footsteps. Moze can be even more silent than himself when he chooses. Befitting of his title. Dan Heng turns at the comment, looking up from his book with a minute shake of his head that the dragon mirrors. ❝It's fine. All guests are welcome here.❞ The Archives are never locked. There's no need to apologize. Azure unhooks itself from Dan Heng, moving to hover barely a meter away from the Shadow Guard, and despite the piercing gaze it does little else but cock its head again. After all, Dan Heng hasn't had the opportunity to be around Moze much. Perhaps there is some unvoiced curiosity. Though he does reach out the dragon does not return immediately and during the delay a soft, ❝Sorry... about them.❞ is given. Only when looped around his arm does he further ask,
❝Were you looking for something to clean?❞ He's aware that is their preferred method of stress relief. ❝I can check the duty roster.❞
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cont. from here with @shallliveoninsong (mentioned muse: @aluckiicoin ):
Veritas hums, sipping on his wine. His cheeks are getting a little rosy now. It suits him, if it weren't for the forlorn look in his eyes. More expressive than normal. No mask or headpiece to hide behind and with alcohol running through his system, this is a slightly different Veritas compared to what the General is used to.
"I suppose that could be the case, but the IPC and the Stonehearts looked and trust me, they looked well." For a moment, his gaze looks distant. "I looked, too. Even tried to find Them." Tried to find the Nihility. Aventurine is most likely gone. Gone forever and he will never be able to hear the man's endless prattling, those nimble fingers flipping a chip. Thinking about it makes a lump form in his throat, like he has suddenly choked on a kernel.
"If Aven- the Gambler has survived, he either has lost his memory or he's hiding. If it's the latter, I hope the Stonehearts never finds him. They are vultures." Veritas finishes his wine and reaches for the jug again. He should probably stop drinking or he will end up drunk, something that hasn't happened in about twenty years.
"If he is hiding, why hasn't he contacted me?" he whispers, unaware that he said it out loud and not just in his head. Or does the gambler truly believe he would tell the IPC where he is? Does he think so little of him? Probably. Aventurine most likely distrusts him. Only tolerating him because they were partnered together. Which is what they are, colleagues, not friends.
As he's thinking, something finds its way into his hand: a cracked and warped poker chip. One he had found when looking for said colleague.
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Since people are posting shipping stuff.
Smut = Big no-no. Anything beyond kisses and cuddles (and maybe a hand under a shirt) will never ever happen. Nothing wrong with writing spicy stuff, but it's not for me.
Now, to romantic shipping:
Arlan - Doubt he'll ever have any romantic interest in anyone besides Ghostie's Dan Heng, but it's not beyond possibility.
Gua - Only if your muse is also a teen.
Moze - No.
Veritas - No.
Yanqing - Most likely not.
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cont. from here with @grislyintentions
Yanqing nods, not so proud that he can't admit his own struggles. "The Luofu has climate and weather control. We do have seasons, but the winters are mild without snow." The teen breathes into his gloved hands. The gloves are fairly thin so that he could wield his swords without problem, which means they don't give much protection from the cold. "Our summers are pretty hot though. Most people here would probably not do well then." Just as the sky mimicked the original sky of their homeworld, so did the climate and where the Luofu came from, it had been mild winters and hot summers.
"Is that okay? I won't be in the way or bothering you?" It would be rude to intrude on a doctor and her work. Though, as the door opens and he can feel the warmth from inside, he doesn't hesitate to join her inside.
Seated by the geomarrow lamp, Yanqing wishes he could hug the thing, but that would definitely hurt him. Sighing, he leans as close as possible to the lovely heat source.
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Open: Moze || Near Miss
Blood. Blood everywhere. Normally, Moze is very precise with his work, but not this time. Yet another of the Disciples' hidden 'laboratories' had been found. The place, the sights, the smells, made Moze lose his last bit of restraint. More than a dozen dead Disciples scattered the ground and Moze's blade glistened red. The man himself is painted with it, too.
The sound of movement makes him ready himself for a new attack. Launching at the person, he realises it's not an enemy. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he manages to change his direction. Barely.
Looking at the other, Moze's gaze is hard, yet somehow burning. Purple irises looking like they're almost gleaming.
"You should announce yourself next time."
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I lost my Jingliu 50/50 to Yanqing 🤣 What makes it even funnier is that I only was on 20 pity.
My US account don't have Yanqing yet, so I'm ok with this loss.
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Multimuse superhero rp blog. Sideblog to goodheartedfool and written by Veri. Low activity.
Previously found on: nerdybirdboy, heroprogeny, concertedlysuper & hightechgenius
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I will be on Nat's blog (and my superhero mumu sideblog) this evening.
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I have absolutely 0 interest in any of the known upcoming banners, which is good since it seems like we might get a new version of dragon boy, which I'm very much interested in (please, don't fail me this time, like you did during my tries to pull for DH:IL, in which I lost my 50/50 and didn't manage to get enough pulls to get the guarantee *sob sob*). Honestly, a new DH is the only character so far I'm looking forward to, so they better give us that.
#ooc#tbd#i'm still on like 3.1 i think#i'm playing this very slowly since i'm not feeling much enthusiasm for it#i need to feel a connection to the story or a character to get invested#and so far i haven't with 3.x#hsr spoilers#also not sure who is the most excited about new dh: me or arlan xD
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At first, he flinches when his hair is being ruffled, but as he realises it's not to hurt him, Arlan relaxes. It's odd to be touched in such a way. He's used to hard or forceful touches, being manhandled or hit, not getting his hair gently ruffled. It feels like needles against his scalp and he isn't sure what to think of it.
The clothes are removed from his arms and he nods before going to the room and the bed that has just been made for him. Crawling into bed, he lies straight on his back, but at least he's under the covers. Despite that this is a new place, it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, exhausted and with his stomach full of warm soup, not even his willpower could keep him awake now.
For once, he even sleeps the entire night. No nightmares plaguing him. No early morning drills. No one pulling him out of bed for surprise training. Instead he gets to wake slowly.
At first, he feels a little confused, but then he remembers yesterday. About the kind man, the food and clothes. He feels warm and a tiny part of him wants to curl up and stay in bed, but that would be against the rules. Getting up, he notices that he has bled through the cloth he had wrapped around his injured right hand. He should find more cloth and change it. The scientist usually changed his bandages once they got bloody.
Can he just leave though? The man was kind to him, but you always need to pay somehow. Would he be allowed to return if he left?
Not knowing what to do, Arlan ends up just standing there, half-way out of the guestroom, uncertain about how to proceed.
“ S'alright if y'don't, sometimes it takes a bit t' learn, ” the little doctor assures him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. These things don't come naturally the first time – he remembers that it took him a long time to learn, too.
A long time when he was little and running around the clinic as if there were any chance of him being stolen away again. Time to adjust to the warmth that came from having a family. He takes the dirty clothes in Arlan's arms with all the gentleness he can, then. A soft smile on his lips as he does so. “ I'll get these cleaned up f'er ya, okay? I c'n even mend ‘em or jus' make ya somethin' new. F'er now, how ‘bout y’get some rest, alright, sweetheart? Y'look like you'll pass out on y'er feet. ”
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New hc. The longer and more often Moze uses his shadow abilities, the higher the likelihood of side effect. The side effects? General body aches and headache. Does anyone know this? Absolutely not.
I will add this to a previous hc post I have about his shadow abilities and its "cause and effect".
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My drafts is in single digits for the first time in over a year 😱🎉
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@rathalascendant sent an ill & injured sentence meme:
"I've never felt so helpless in my life."
Yanqing nods. "I know the feeling, but if you don't heal properly before getting back to training or working, it will all just take longer to get back on your feet in the long run," he replies with a sagely expression on his face, not that he follows that advice himself. No, just like Jing Yuan, he tended to escape the Alchemy Commission and drive the healers there crazy. However, that is not something Mari needs to know.
"The Dragon Lady is the best healer. You'll be fine in no time." That is something he fully believes. Bailu definitely knows what she's doing.
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HC: Dr Ratio || Family & Childhood
Veritas Ratio, born Veritas Aurarius, comes from an affluent family, much of it inherited, but the money is still coming in due to trading and shares. Not from any of his family's doing. No, they pay someone else to do their bidding and earn them their money.
His father, Iovis Aurarius, and brother, Aeneas Aurarius, does little more than being seen, gamble and generally entertain themselves. While his mother, Concordia Aurarius, and sister, Fortuna Aurarius, shops, looks pretty and party. Veritas loathes it all. Hates the vanity and the uselessness. Hates how they use others without giving anything back. How all they think about is themselves and their own riches.
Unlike his family, he never cared for social status or socialising. From an early age, three to be exact, he developed a love for knowledge. He wanted to know things, to learn things. He didn't want to be his mothers pretty little accessory or spend time with others. The gatherings were always too much, anyway. Too loud. Too bright. Too smelly. People wanted to pinch and kiss his cheeks and touch his hair and he hated it. Hated the sensation of anyone touching him, especially strangers and of course no one asked him if he wanted it, they just touched him.
As he grew up, he was constantly berated by his family, especially his mother. He was told to behave. To act normally. It seemed like he always was too much or too little of whatever she wanted. It was never enough. Veritas can't remember her ever telling him he was good or that she loved him.
His father mostly just ignored him, wanting nothing to do with the weird son he didn't know how to handle. He rarely said anything nasty, but he also rarely looked at Veritas at all.
As for his siblings, they either ignored him or teased him. Being 12 and 15 years older than him, they would've had little in common anyway.
Veritas quickly did his best to avoid his family, including skipping family meals. Not that those happen often. Lunch was usually eaten away and dinners were usually parties. Veritas ignored both of those things. Preferring to stay at home or at the University Library. When others were asleep, he usually went to the kitchen to get the food he needed and then survived on that.
Things could've ended badly for him if it hadn't been for him, at the age of ten, attending an open lecture by Professor Rond. The young boy asked more interesting questions than the adult students did and Professor Rond immediately became interested in the boy. Just a few days later, Veritas Ratio became a student of Professor Rond. Five years later, Veritas was accepted to University of Veritas Prime.
Before he started his studies there, he made sure to make himself an emancipated minor, change his last name from Aurarius to Ratio. He's had no contact with his family since. Once he became a famous scholar, they tried to contact him again, but he refused to have nothing to do with them.
Due to the nature of his parents and upbringing, Ratio loathes socialites, people leeching of others, gambling, inequality and the use of beauty as something of high importance, among other things. His headpeice is not only to shield his senses, but also to hide his face. Ratio is aware that he looks good and hates when that is used as one of his strengths. It reminds him too much of his childhood and his mother trying to turn him into her perfect little accessory.
He will not talk about his family, but if you ask, he will admit that he has one.
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There's a slight movement at the edge of the bed as the tip of Gua's tail wags reflexively. Glad that Sampo is here, that he isn't angry, that he still smiles at him. Maybe things would be okay?
"Yes, that f-fine," he replies, smiling a little. The less he needs to worry about Sampo, the more he can relax. Is Ven okay too? They had only met once and he's certain the man hates him, but he means a lot to Sampo and that is what matters.
Water is given, a mug with a straw, enabling him to drink by himself. He wants more, but apparently it's better to take it slowly, even with water. "No you eat. I w-won't go anywhere," he jokes. Yes, he actually makes jokes sometimes. Obviously he won't go anywhere, he can't even sit up by himself, even less leave this room.
It's adorable how he looks. If it wasn't for the fact he was held up on this bed, Sampo would've given him a little noogie for his troubles. Alas, he was very worried for the Foxian’s physical being. Only a gentle stroke to his head is given, accompanied with the same gentle smile the Fool reserved for him whenever they had small chats about life and things. Soft, with a little bitterness hidden behind his emerald hues.
“Shhh, you're alright now. Thank you for reminding me.” His fingers, though covered by leather, were still warm to the touch. Easily shifting his fingers through his hair, though it did feel somewhat greasy from the lack of proper care he had. A problem for a different day, but he would keep an eye on it.
“Let's get you some water. Then I'll get some food for myself, is that okay with you, Gua?”
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HC: Dr. Ratio || Eye Markings
Veritas's eye markings might seem like make-up at first sight. However, those markings are natural. It's something biological to the humans of his planet. Most don't have them and among those who do, they tend to come from more affluential families, like Veritas himself.
When younger, he didn't like those markings and tried to hide them, but with age, he has come to accept them. Plus, there's always his headpiece to help hiding his entire face.
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Idk what you were expecting, darling doctor.
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