#⊱┊[YANQING] [tempered-chill]

[aevitium]

✧ ˖ @tempered-chill asked:

"Hello, Miss... Elysia, is it?" Yanqing says, approaching the Herrscher. "I know we haven't met before, but I've heard that it's your birthday, today. I thought I would drop by and give you a gift," the lieutenant says, giving Elysia a small, genuine smile. "I've heard a bit about your world - not much, unfortunately, but I'd love to know more sometime, if that's what you'd be interested in doing." He shifts his weight from foot to foot, fiddling with the key, winding it up. "Well, nonetheless - happy birthday!" It's a pretty music box connected in an actual jewelry box. He holds it out to her, tentatively.

As gingerly as one may hold only the finest porcelain, Elysia accepts the gift. She watches it with watercolor eyes half lidded, smile warm. The tune is a sweet, gentle thing, and she lets it pitter to a stop before she looks back to the boy from which it came.

"Heard about my world, is that so?" Curious in that way of hers. Then, a thoughtful hum followed by a self-affirming nod. "Yes, my birthday is certainly one of the most important dates on their calendar."

( It has been forgotten by all but a few, but that's okay. It is remembered now. )

"I'd be happy to tell you all about it-- I'm told that I am quite the storyteller." For this, a private laugh, silver chimes in the late spring sunrise. "Oh, but my version is quite out of date. Perhaps I'll have to send my best-trained successor to do so for me..."

How she would love to hear Mei recount it all.

"Oh, and before I forget!" Music box held carefully out of harm's way, Ego tips forward so that she might brush a kiss to the boy's cheek. When she is righted once more, there is a smile waiting for him. "Thank you, I will cherish this."

[incitomniaveritas]

‘With my shoulders not bearing a leash atop them, I feel at least neutral to this visit’. And maybe the disgruntled employee he had lost will stay as such, even at the detriment to whoever sent them. And his mood, he doesn't like being stifled.

Ratio is never an ungrateful invited guest and can understand when best to allow the diplomacy to happen. Although he does bite back his tongue on his thoughts for idle talk. “None too weary. Nothing has affected me in your care, I reassure you.”

Ratio can guess his own expression is that of his neutral and meager one he is sure that his students have seen when visitors of importance had stepped into his class. Pulled lips in something not a smile nor a frown, definitely dry and up for interpretation as they'd say. But he knows his face is relaxed, not particularly stressed as he looks around, but definitely drinking in detail with something of an owlish eye—scanning for something and either finding whatever satisfactory or finding nothing at all. He looks back to the smiling lieutenant, both of them in the throes of diplomacy as he takes in his words. 

With all the research and even catching the finals in circulation, he saw the young man's honor during the finals with the man from Belobog—a name from his history books and the IPC chambers of blather. Even with such flamboyant displays, it was nothing to scoff at or undermine; Ratio would not dare to say he could judge an outcome if this should come to anything by a verbal conclusion for cessation. And he surely wouldn't have it coming to such, even if the people upstairs don't want to leave this to him. 

For his assumptions, the Yaoqing is standing on this matter in some way. No way can a matter such as the borisin be left to the Luofu’s own decisiveness, or they'd not have called for an IPC representative at all. The IPC working their ways within another Xianxhou ship did not bode well for internal relations, especially with ones as old-fashioned and celebrated of that fact as the Luofu. And with how open the Luofu is, anything of potential threatening intent was sure to be scrutinized. The Luofu can very well confiscate anything used to hurt or possibly to hurt another—unauthorized improvised weaponry treated just as seriously as any gun or sword, and this matter was far beyond a spray can and strange matter of destruction used by an unruly passenger; this was most definitely about… 

Well, as the peacekeepers and mediators, he's sure the Luofu will get the outcome once he's sure. 

He can already feel his loose tethers swinging. 

He listens to the young man with a crossing of his arms and gives them no issue in agreeing. “I’ll hold you to it.” He’s here for what they are after all, an answer. Different reasons, same path. Conclusion notwithstanding. “Anything made within the Guild will be no issue to be identified, and you need not worry about any issues popping up—the IPC has sent their best investigator."

You've Come To Me — Yanqing & Dr. Ratio

[bugbattles]

Who's your daddy!?

>> Itto , Yanqing , Blade | @tempered-chill @neverendingdeath

[a-gilded-imprisonment]

The Xianzhou Luofu

Guinaifen:

~ @lil-gui-guinevere

Luocha:

~ @average-traveling-merchant

~ @i-am-luocha

~ @luocharming

~ @wand3r1ng-m3rchant

Moze:

~ @shadow-guard-moze

~ @shadowrcven

Alchemy Commission:

Bailu:

~ @bailu-official

~ @healer-lady-bailu

~ @lady-dragon-bailu

Jiaoqiu:

~ @jiaoqiuthefoxian

~ @yaoqing-healer-jiaoqiu

Cloud Knights:

Feixiao:

~ @arbiter-general-feixiao

Jing Yuan:

~ @general-jing-yuan

~ @lightning-etc-lord

~ @the-arbiter-general

Sushang:

~ @cloud-knight-sushang

Yanqing:

~ @cloud-knights

~ @cloud-knight-yanqing

~ @darting-ironthorn

~ @tempered-chill

Divination Commission:

Qingque:

~ @celest1al-jade-pro

High Cloud Quintet:

Baiheng:

~ @nameless-foxian

Dan Feng:

~ @previous-high-elder

Jingliu:

~ @sword-master-jingliu

Yingxing:

~ @xianzhou-craftsman

Sky-Faring Commission:

Tingyun/Fugue:

~ @manganyeh

Ten-Lords Commission:

Hanya:

~ @2nd-sad-sister

Huohuo:

~ @blxxm-in-glxxm

~ @huohuothefoxian

[0fps]

YANQING ❆ TEMPERED CHILL

[sweepingthunder]

And Jing Yuan had just been thinking how peaceful today was.

The Arbiter General had found a rather good rhythm today. Work that was backed up from last week seemed to find revision, approval, and filing swifter than usual. Yet the air did not feel tense. There was no worry that another leader nor the Marshal stop by soon. Everything was proceeding so smoothly that it was rather refreshing. Though the ruffling of papers was not his favorite sound, it was a sign of progress.

However.

Eyes come from the papers before him, staring forward with seemingly no emotion. Cloud Knights follow behind, trying to stop the boy to no avail. A wave of his hand, signaling that such an interruption was not an issue. His pen is set down, hands folding to watch Yanqing approach. His expression softens grinning as his pupil rushes forward, clearly worried about something. A quirked brow and head tilt, watching in silence.

"Oh. I see," a chuckle as hands plant on the table to push himself up. A slow approach, motioning for the boy to come forward. Meeting Yanqing half way, he gazes down with a little sparkle in his eyes.

A hand comes to pet one of the kittens. "Why hello there. You're a little young to be on your own." Voice higher pitched, the kitten would press its head to his palm, enjoying the affectionate pets.

"Where did you find them, Yanqing?"

five cats in a trench coat

w/ @sweepingthunder

[halovianed]

YANQING CHARACTER THEME ON SPOTIFY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I USED TO SCREAM AND BEG FOR THIS

[the-astral-express-archive]

Yanqing Trailer - "Tempered Chill" | Honkai: Star Rail

Other voiceover: JP | CN | KR

[general-jing-yuan]

"General!" Yanqing says, flying into the Divine Foresight on one of his swords. He skids to a stop in front of the desk, past all of the holographic chess pieces, and hops off, giving his superior a quick salute and bow. "General, I've got a question for you!" He's probably not supposed to be allowed to disturb Jing Yuan during working hours, but it's fine.

@tempered-chill

Oh? Yanqing, what is it?

*Jing Yuan would always make time for Yanqing*

[catamaurrr-star]

how am i supposed to be normal when Yanqing Trailer - "Tempered Chill" | Honkai: Star Rail

[octoboltflash]

Acheron remains perfectly still, her focused gaze fixed on the shimmering length of Yanqing's blade. Despite this, her posture gave the impression that she remained relaxed, one smooth motion following suit to brandish her blade-- still secured within its saya. As always, Naught's hilt fits perfectly into her palm as her fingers tighten around it, not a single shred of strain or tension evident. It's long since become an extension of her own body, a tool used for countless battles, yet has never once lost its elegance.

A small nod was all she offered him as she began to shift her weight, feet planted firmly on the ground. Her right hand shifted upwards to grip the sword's pommel, drawing it into a high guard-- the sheathed blade arcs just slightly above her head, angled outward with expert precision. Acheron remained in a stance that was seemingly relax, yet unyielding and cautious.

She couldn't recall the names of certain stances, katas, or swings. In the face of battle, though, it didn't matter; all that was important was that her body remembered, and her blade sang with the same precision that it always had. "The honor is mine. My name is Acheron- may it remain in your memory in the wake of our battle. I extend the first move to you, young man... Make your choice carefully."

@tempered-chill

our steel shall sing

w/ @tempered-chill

[tempered-chill]

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[whaleschild]

His foot stumbled hearing the words coming from the blondes mouth, surprised to say the least hear (assumingly) such harsh language. Rather than mentioning anything though, he kept his focus on the Mitachurl as another swing came down. Grunting from the shock of pain running up his shoulder as he blocked rather awkwardly. The Harbinger sidestepped for a moment as the creature wound up for another swing, dust kicking up in the air from the strength, a soft whistle from him and a grin overtaking his features. "No need to thank me! Just focus on the hilichurls!" The reply was quick and short.

The longer they fought however, Childe was pleasantly surprised by the young ones efforts at least- from what he could see with peripheral vision. Even if he was distracted he was still able to hold off the strength that seemed to radiate from the Mitachurl, muscles aching in a pleasant way as he pushed back.

Clicking his tongue under his breath another blow landed within the fur of the beast, crimson splashing to the ground. Hydro blooms in an arrow shapea nd leaping to the air after a particularly nasty swing came from the Mitachurl. Heart pounding in his chest, Childe aimed, the hydro arrow flew connecting with the mask. His eyes lighting up intensely as the arrow shattered through the mask lodging itself deep within the head and only then did riptide trigger exploding with a burst of hydro thus ending the creature right then and there. It only took him a second, observing it dropping to its knees disiengrating to dust. "..." Childe turned to Yanqing with a hand held out "Nice to meet you, Im Tartaglia." Choosing this one time to withhold his status till he had a bit more information on this kid.

@tempered-chill

And the Crowd Goes . . . Is that a child ?

Childe and Yanqing shenanigans @/tempered-ice

[dreamingclockwork]

Sweep sweep, sweep sweep…

With a repeating motion, Misha was hard at work in the Astral Express’ parlor car, getting rid of any dirt or grime that may have found its way on the floor. In the dreaming boy’s head however he was currently locked in a dangerous battle against evil bacteria, to soothe the aches of a hurting whale. Not to worry, Mister Whale! Captain Misha and his crew are on the job! Next time though, don’t drink so much Soulglad, okay?

Humming lightly to himself, mimicking one of Miss Robin’s most famous songs, Misha was so in his own world that he missed the hiss of the passenger door opening, and the sound of footsteps. It wasn’t until he turned around- and came face to face with an unfamiliar boy, that reality started to set back in.

“Eep!” The boy let out a somewhat undignified squeak, caught off guard at the sudden arrival. “O-Oh, sorry! You, um.. You surprised me..” Putting a gloved hand to his mouth he laughed lightly, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Nice to meet you, Mister Yanqing..!” He said, with a small curtsy. The boy before him only looked a little bit older than him. However, the Luofu had many long living species.. He’d hate to be rude or disrespectful by accident. “My name is Misha, I’m lucky to call myself a new passenger of the express.”

Misha took the others hand at that moment, his grip soft and a little delicate. “Is there something the express can help you with today…?” He asked, a gentle smile reciprocating the blond boy’s cheerful expression.

ice to ice communication

w/ @dreamingclockwork

[boltsunder]

While it's not normally characteristic of her, Feixiao has no issue with concealing her presence in favor of observing the situations unfolding before her. The young Lieutenant, Jing Yuan's protégé, had piqued her interest from the moment she interrupted his duel with Huaiyan's student-- the strength behind his blows had certainly intended to strike her down, and it belied a cultivated might that spoke for the training he had endured. He was a reliable boy, that much she could tell; and so when she left the task of defeating her in his hands, Feixiao wholeheartedly believed he would succeed alongside his allies. And he did. The General always did have a knack for picking out the people that were worth their weight in gold. She stood at a distance, arms crossed over her chest as she observed every movement of Yanqing's with a watchful eye. His voice carried with more authority than she would have expected from someone so young, but she was able to pick out the smallest hint of nerves underneath the surface-- it's a delicate balance, leadership versus the responsibility of being in charge. Feixiao couldn't help the breathy chuckle that escaped. She was still recovering from the fight that left many wounded, though the cuts on her body had long since healed-- that much she owed to the regenerative effects of the Crimson Moon. But a few sore muscles and physical fatigue never had stopped her from fulfilling her duty. "Pardon me for the interruption, Lieutenant," She calmly cut in once there was an appropriate moment to do so, offering him a small smile. "The more the merrier, the saying goes. You're quite the instructor, aren't you?" There's several soldiers whose faces pale in her presence-- whether it's from the fact that it's the Merlin's Claw, or the fact that they knew what kind of training she put her men through... Hard to tell. "Excellent adjustment. You know your footwork well. I don't normally practice the exact same style as you when it comes to combat... But I certainly can give credit where it's due." He's an intriguing one, that's for sure. Jing Yuan made a good choice in this young man.

@tempered-chill

another step forward

w/ @boltsunder for the xianzhou bootcamp (wip, i'll get on this asap i just want it here so i remember to do this)

[dreamingclockwork]

“Oh, isn’t it?” Misha enthusiastically agreed. He loved to watch the stars pass by, wondering what tale each little twinkling light held. “When I see them, I can’t help but wonder about what’s out there.. Unexplored galaxies, historical sites, fantastical worlds.. the universe is so vast! It’s exciting just thinking of all the possibilities. Every star might just be an adventure waiting to happen…!“

“Ah! Sorry, I got a little bit ramble-y there, huh…”It was so easy to get lost in his passions.. Gosh, he must look like a total weirdo. A little embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “They’re out for a supply run at the moment.. if you’d like, you could stay for a little while until they return…?” He offered, just a smidge shyly. He wasn’t really used to talking to people his age.. “Um, there’s drinks and snacks in the other car.. if you’d like, I could serve you something..?”

And then Yanqing complimented his work, causing Misha to blush lightly. “Oh! Thank you…! I.. I figured that I could make myself useful while everyone’s out.” He sometimes saw the conductor sweep the floor, and he felt a little bad how he seemed to be doing that by himself..

ice to ice communication

w/ @dreamingclockwork