#frostwnd

[papilio-anima]

"Every  night??  Color  me  jealous,  dear  client.  But  I'm  sure  if  you  ask  nicely  they  will  share  some  of  it  with  you  ~  "

@frostwnd

[ofhope]

“Thank starlight, a person!”

How far had he fell? No bolts came loose, no scruffed-up metal or flung-free limbs, or-- the thunderous sound of clanking iron broke the concentration of his thoughts, palms desperately searching to make sure...

His hair was okay!

With a wheeze of compressed air gliding through the pipes meant to mimic a throat, Billy clapped his palms on each knee and laughed a boisterous laugh, relief rolling off of him in waves! Nearly forgetting about the once-savior, his gaze steadied to land onto them once more, blinking in... out. How did he get into this situation, again? Wrong turn at Albuquerque? Nicole was here, he remembered that, cowered behind crates, Anby dashing off, fighting... was she fighting? Then, just whenever Billy leapt into battle, everything went... black.

Aw man, did he get swallowed by some sort of weird Hollow creature again?

“Thankyoumysteryperson! Now that we're both here: can you tell me where the heck we are?! If we're in something's gullet again, I'd reallllly love to know before my arms got corroded again.”

@frostwnd!

[spurhill-n]

frostwnd

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...

rolls THEIR eyes

[erabundus]

lips  part  as  the  wanderer  approaches  —  he's only really here  to  ask  a  QUESTION.  (  astrology  has  become  quite  the  thorn  in  his  side.  )  yet  instead  the  only words  to  escape  him  are  a  curt,  ❝  do  you  drink  COFFEE?  ❞  in  all  fairness,  this  particular  scholar  always  looks  as  though  she's  moments  away  from  crumpling  into  an  exhausted  pile  whenever  he  sees  her.

@frostwnd &&. liked for a STARTER.

[anatamortik]

@frostwnd said:

( frostwnd ryou shhhh ) He's back to raid the snack drawer again.

... THIS LITTLE CRETIN , AGAIN ? Il Dottore does a double take at the sight of the white-haired fiend of a spirit-and-or-multi-sensory-hallucination sitting beneath his desk; Ears pricked to the sound of the candy wrapping crinkling in his ghastly pale hands.

" I become ever more concerned with your sense of self preservation, phantom, eating food from others secret stashes. Do you not feel any concern about poisoning?"

He clicks his cane against the sterile white tile in a clipped little sound, leaning forward as if to place emphasis on his words, "Whose to say I haven't set a trap for you? There are many a so-called 'spiritualist' in Teyvat who'd pour their wisdom on ghost banishment and repellents, for far less than it costs me to keep funding both of our sweet tooths."

[stellartrader]

( frostwnd Stelle ) Does he want the cracked ribs in her place? :\\

"Goodness, no." She can keep those— as a learning opportunity. "I wouldn't take that away from you." ^^

[dikiyvter]

@frostwnd replied to your post “Insert a little honk honk honk honk ...”:

A mechanical penguin is waddling behind him. Pers has been hypnotized by the honks.

​ . . . Well ! Gio had thought he'd heard an additional little sound trailing after him -- A rather ADORABLE little sound!

" Oh , my , goodness ! What are you - who are you - how are you?! I've never seen such a cute automaton in my life! " a quick glance is cast around, before Gio leans down sharply and stage-whispers to the little mechanical penguin - "And that's includes me, little mister!"

[7thphase]

@frostwnd. :)

There's no warning from Stelle as she shuffles over to peer at the multitudes of pictures March is looking at... before she collapses against her, going boneless. "Hello." She greets, in a completely normal voice, as if she isn't squishing her friend. "Any good ones recently?"

it was her nightly routine by this point: sorting her photos out chronologically, marking the date and approximate time on the back in neat lettering, and then ever so carefully tucking the pictures away in one of her many albums. she tells herself that she takes pictures so that if she ever ends up losing her memories again, she'll have something to remember her loved ones by... but truthfully, she hoped to memorialize experiences and stories for each and every being on this train. if it came down to it, they would have her work to look back on, to reminisce and rekindle old emotions. march hoped beyond words that this effort would serve its intended purpose someday.

for now, however, she simply enjoyed her photography and aimed to get better every day.

❝wh— steeelle, ❞ march 7th whined as the taller individual slumped against her, and she pushed back against trailblazer's muscular form, to little avail. a frustrated little giggle escaped her chest, but she tried to keep up the act. ❝ you're gonna bend this picture! ❞

with some effort, march got stelle sitting upright, at least for a moment. glancing back at the open-faced album, the archer nodded, and tilted her head to the side. ❝ i got one of you earlier, while you were offering to take some guy out at the knees. the way your eyes sparkle when you're inciting violence will never cease to amaze me. ❞

[windsfavored]

@frostwnd &&. said... ( frostwnd Traveler ) ❛ can’t sleep? ❜

there  used  to  be  a  time  wherein  he  found  stargazing  to  be  quite  PEACEFUL.  in  an  ever-changing  world,  what  few  elements  still  remained  the  same  were  quite  precious  indeed  —  and  he  clung  to  them,  hungry  for  those  scraps  of  FAMILIARITY.  the  revelation  of  their  true  nature  felt  fittingly  like  a  betrayal;  as  though  his  oldest  companion  had  merely  been  biding  its  time  before  plunging  a  blade  between  his  ribs.  (  a  conscious  and  deliberate  act  of  malice.  )  tipping  his  head  back  to  look  upon  them  now,  the  wanderer  still  can't  shake  those  resentful  feelings.  it's  a  shame,  but  knowing  that  sight  is  a  purposeful  fabrication  immediately  strips  it  of  all  its  former  beauty  —  much  like  how  any  compliments  regarding  his  own  APPEARANCE  oft  taste  like  ash  on  his  tongue,  really.

looking  back  down,  ren  has  every  intention  of  returning  to  the  book  in  his  lap.  there's  a  fire  —  reduced  to  little  more  than  faintly  glowing  embers  by  now,  though  they  still  cast  just  enough  light  for  him  to  read  with.  yet  as  lavender  eyes  sweep  across  the  text  to  find  his  place,  a  voice  pulls  him  out  of  his  thoughts.

❝  ... ❞   huh.  the  traveler.  ren  briefly  considers  making  some  snide  remark  about  how  UNUSUAL  it  is  for  him  to  strike  up  a  conversation  without  some  ulterior  motive  —  though  ultimately,  he  decides  it  isn't  worth  the  effort.  (  it  isn't  as  if  the  wanderer  is  any  less  transactional.  )  instead,  he  greets  the  question  with  a  dismissive  hum,  fingers  tapping  idly  against  the  page.   ❝  awfully  bold  of  you  to  assume  i  even  sleep  at  all,  you  know. ❞  he  can  —  technically.  though  much  like  food  and  drink,  rest  isn't  something  ren  necessarily  NEEDS  in  order  to  function.  on  the  contrary,  if  he  had  the  choice,  he  would  never  sleep  again.  (  it  once  cost  him  everything,  after  all.  )  ❝  honestly,  i  should  be  the  one  asking  YOU  that  question. ❞   the  wanderer  continues  aloud,  deriving  some  degree  of  comfort  in  directing  the  focus  of  their  conversation  elsewhere.  better  his  companion  than  himself.   ❝  what's  the  matter?  worried  i  might  do  something  destructive  the  moment  you  take  your  eyes  off  me? ❞   he  won't,  of  course  —  though  the  ominous  SMILE  he  pairs  the  inquiry  with  purposefully  prompts  the  other  to  assume  otherwise.

QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

[ccaptain]

@frostwnd: ( frostwnd Stelle ) "what i did is not the worst crime in the world." she says, standing over many smashed crates, bat in hand. ( meme source. )

   ' well- you could have murdered someone, instead of just... smashing some boxes? '

   oh, it could have indeed been more than terrible. immensely, immensely worse. he doesn't think Stelle would be capable of cold-blooded murder, but it can always be a possibility. if anything, he's pretty unfazed by the whole mess.

   ' you think we should run before the guards catch us, or do you want to proudly take claim of this... act? '

[sercphs]

@frostwnd asked:

👁️👁️ "You're a princess?" The girl has popped up from who knows where to ask...

"Well, sort of-?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Where did Stelle even come from? What the hell? Did she just manifest out of a trash can or something?

⠀⠀⠀⠀The blonde girl looks around trying to figure out where Stelle had come from. She hadn't had a chance to really meet her yet, but she had heard she was a bit weird.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀This, however, feels more than "a bit" weird.

"W-where did you even come from?"

[papilio-anima]

@frostwnd / Layla (cont.) "I wasn't judging, I promise! I, uh, just need to get to that shelf behind you..." Was that rude? She hoped that wasn't rude. "But! This looks interesting too!" Oh, someone help her....

The  bulletin  board  within  the  House  of  Daena  was  just  way  too  tempting  not  to  utilize.  Sure  her  original  intent  was  to  pursue  the  akademiya's  library  to  gain  knowledge  on  funeral  traditions  in  the  region.  But  now.

The  pinned  coupons  and  other  advertisements  certainly  was  telling  a  different  story  by  now.  Unlike  her  attempts  from  before,  there  was  no  adventurer's  guild  members  trying  to  stop  her.

At  least  until  Layla  curiously  came  along  to  witness  her  'crime'

Immediately  Hu  Tao  raised  her  hands  up  in  a  truce  like  manner  only  to  realize  she  wasn't  quite  in  trouble?

"Oh!  My  apologies  for  being  in  the  way  then,"  the  director  remarked  stepping  aside  so  the  astrologist  could  get  to  the  desired  bookshelf.  Even  more  so  they  were  actually  showing  interest  in  her  own  display?  "You  think  so?"  she  smiled  clasping  her  hands  together. 

"I  mean  this  is  a  school,  so  why  not  teach  each  our  funerary  customs  and  practices  to  one  another?  Death  is  unpredictable  after  all..not  matter  what  region  you  are  in  ~"

[ofhope]

“Ain't you that Nameless?”

He offered no specification; neither was one asked. Arms crossed, head tipped, Boothill pondered for a silent moment... before raising a finger, triumph present in the motion!

“Stelle, right? Bro's mentioned you a time 'er two. You gotta' Stellaron wedged in your body, some way or 'nother. I ain't got much more intel than that, but I figured I'd hear 'bout you sometime. 'Course, that was 'fore we all met up on Penacony. Whenever I saw ya', I thought to myself: what the halibut, there they are right there! Crazy world we live in.”

Thrusting his hand into the empty space between 'em, Boothill offered the warmest welcome he could: a good 'ole fashioned handshake. Said hand, however, had his revolver clutched in his wrist, so with a how'd that get there? and a quick put-away, Boothill offered - once more - his hand.

“Any pal 'o Dan Heng's a pal 'o mine.”

@frostwnd! secret starter.

[spurhill-n]

frostwnd

Ignore Stelle, spitting out her drink in the background.

"Bless you?"

[viridianwins-a]

@frostwnd asked. ( frostwnd Stelle ) ❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ @ Sampo

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

He snorts but it is a strange noise, one of disbelief, that comes out of his mouth. "—That's what I'm saying! Hey. How come you don't say any of that when Silvermane Guards are around? Tsk..."

The man glances around, exaggerates a shrug and, all of a sudden, turns on his heels. The snow under the soles of his shoes, however, remains as smooth as ever as he does that. "You know who you should watch out for? The youngsters. I'm too old to cause trouble."

[waxcasket]

( frostwnd Willow ) Hand covered in frost, she reaches out to pinch the embers smoldering on his clothes out. "Stop it. You eat through our budget having to get new clothes."

Unprompted | @frostwnd

How glorious, the heat of battle! The burn of exhilaration in over-worked limbs, the smoldering of scorched grass, the soot stain of ash as it settles into his clothes -- So intoxicating is the thrill of battle, that Auburn entirely misses the fact that hes a few seconds from bursting into flames, himself.

" Ah-? Ah--! " A semi-floundering step backwards, and the bounty hunter quickly pats himself down in an effort to stamp out any remaining embers still clinging to his clothes. Assured he isn't about to break out in fire, he playfully sticks his tongue out at Willow.

" Aye, not my fault they don't make clothes fire-proof enough for the heat I bring to battle! Besides, ain't a rotating wardrobe the sign of a well-dressed gentleman? " those words might mean something, if it weren't for the forever tattered and burnt state of his clothes.