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It was mere curiosity that led him to wander in this particular direction. Unlike most merchants who always seemed to walk with a sense of purpose or a destination in mind, Luocha enjoyed taking his time and observing the world around him. It was such observation that led his senses to pick up on the signs of distress: faint heavy breathing, the crunch of dirt and gravel, and, of course, a trembling plea of help.

He quickly turned on his heel, heading down a winding alley, until the scent of metal and iron wafted in the air. A young man was in a sorry state, nearly dead by the looks of it, crawling on the ground pitifully. The blond man rushed towards the fallen figure in concern, the golden cross already being pulled out, glowing green. Luocha let the power of Abundance wash over the man, watching with a critical expression as flesh and mechanics alike knitted together, life flourishing under the bloom of the Abyss Flower.

"Sir, how are you feeling? Are you conscious?"

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How he managed to escape Blade he didn't know nor was he aware if Blade had left him but he was battered and bruised. His mechanical arm completely torn and shredded as Luka tried to crawl to safety. Someone ... Anyone ... He shouldn't have strayed too far from the group he was with.

His body littered with bruises, cuts, a mixture of dry and fresh blood. His vision blurry with tears of pain streaming down his face, his breathing laboured, desperate to make it out alive.

❝ Someone ... ❞

Luka manages to say weakly, reaching out for help as if he could see someone there.

❝ Help me ... ❞

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Sometimes, Luocha dreamed. Behind his trembling eyelids were always the same colors: white, black, and gold. A starry expanse stretching above him like an ocean of light and darkness. Rivers of ichor soaking into scorched dirt. The blinding glare of his rapier's blade. Aureate chanting in his ears.

They were not... pleasant dreams, though oft quickly chased away by the scent of a freshly-brewed cup of tea.

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And if you gaze into the flower, the flower will also gaze back into you

My entry for Luocha fanart contest! I’ll post the wip in reblog ☝️🤓

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old friend (?)

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sketch

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Mini-golf on the express

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✧ THE STARS ARE AS DISTANT AS ALWAYS ―

independent. selective. honkai: star rail multimuse. feat. void archives & luocha. written by seth.

home ✧ rules ✧ muse list ✧ mobile summary under the cut

GUIDELINES

My name is Seth! I'm 25+ years old and use He/Him.

Standard roleplaying etiquette please!

Multi-ship; every ship is implied to be in its own AU.

May write triggering content; tags are #tw: trigger

NO sexual roleplays. NO real-life faceclaims.

I don't follow personal blogs.

I always read rules, but never send in passwords.

CANON MUSES

Originally from Honkai: Impact 3rd. Heavily headcanon-based.

The 1st Divine Key, the Key of Revelation. A super artificial intelligence with his own will and sense of self. Created by a woman named Vill-V in the Previous Era, but never fully completed, out of fear of the potential power and destruction he could bring upon humanity, the Void Archives was sealed away. Over 50,000 years later, a boy named Otto Apocalypse would unseal the Divine Key, as the gears of fate turned. 500 years sealed within Otto's mind made the man rub off on the Divine Key, but in the end, Void Archives finally gained freedom in a body of his own-- a clone of Otto made out of the nanotech metal soulium. With an undying body and an undying mind, Void Archives sought out a certain Welt Yang for his own plots. Various things happened, eventually leading to Void Archives and Welt Yang drifting through the universe, where they were eventually picked up by Himeko on the Astral Express. Now though, it's been a very long time since he had stepped off.

Interpretation subject to change depending on new released content.

A mysterious interstellar merchant, who seems to know more than he lets on. The most eye-catching thing about him is the ornate white casket he carries around with him. Although he is gentlemanly and calm, glad to respond to questions and conversation, people often walk away not realizing that they don't actually know much about him at all.

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