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astrxlfinale · 2 months

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There is data tied to the pulsations omitting from the TRAILBLAZER. . . No, CAELUS'S vessel, data in the shape of recordings the metal solider cannot recover for the time being. Corruption, one that has not sourced from within his system, seemingly one that is still in the making as the path of destiny is still shaping HIS fate out ; a friend returning , or a foe destined to once more clash at the edge of the world in engulfing flames and a promise of one final victor.

"Caelus . . ." Sam calls out to him in their meeting, most having fled and turned their attention elsewhere within these haunted dreams. This is a meeting for them, disobedient divinations colliding by fate's lack of attention; ". . . do you. . . remember your name? "

A silly question to most...

... a pinnacle of lost fragments to those who have been scattered before.

What his fellow Stellaron Hunter requests is an enigma in itself. Enough to bring pause, for his mind to consciously perceive the vantablack void that's embellished with gold. For he is the Stellaron, yet, that very composition remains unmastered, leaving all gilded secrets that could make a connection hopelessly blank. The kind of cold clarity that it is gone, that a facet that once made the pride you flaunt is now woefully absent. Caelus's first response was to crunch the emptied soda can in his grasp.

Hollow feelings remain, and that in itself is the importance. It hurts. Such tension is wired upon his expression, causing the Trailblazer to clench his jaw as he turned to the jade light fashioned behind a golden mask. Anger? No, no no. There was no damn reason for such an emotion to crop up, unless it was to serve as a mask, a fire to let him endure admitting that whenever Sam's face come across his vision, trying to align fragments of the 'self' only leads to a searing ache.

He misses it. Whatever they've had back then.

"Big guy, I think we both know it's a helluva lot more complicated than that."

Throughout this timeless, lucid dream, there's been vestiges of something that met his eye and one other, an Emanator who experienced all yet nothing at all. A dream before Penacony, a sight of self that felt locked underneath a cosmic frame that refuses to relent. If Caelus didn't know any better, the bastardish side of such a persona would be laughing at him right now. That expectation of this being light work at best.

"I feel that I miss it." He admits, letting a stalwart note of those irises tear away the fluctuation of doubt. "That I had one, I know how it feels to be called as such. What only got stronger since my Round 2 is the feeling for things. Did'ja know things like that are impossible to entirely get rid of?" As if he can cite sources or give the Iron Knight a direction to learn about such. All he had was his most valued aspect at the helm; experience. A force that even to this day serves an eternal guide and inspiration.

It becomes the reason he can discern a shadow through a storm of chaotic gold. A taunting expression, one that he unknowingly dawns himself in one such moment. That cant of the lips, how a vein of confidence is showcased through expression alone, it leads to the following look of a smile to be very reminiscent of a face Sam has seen once upon a time.

"I can feel my name. Even if I don't even know it, isn't that good enough?"

@avaere

#avaere #| Shuttle Mail #Lemme cook--#This whole deal between memory organically and made through data #The emotions that serve as a secret source for 'more'#echoes made manifest?#I think there's a fun plot we can really make of this

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aventvrina · 24 days

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@halothes

-continuing from here ;

"I will persist."

A smile blooms without restraint, for once it is genuine. But how could he contain himself when Sunday keeps meeting his expectations. He's glad he's not broken. Lesser men would tumble and weep for their hard work crumbling, for their backs stabbed harshly to hide the truth, for their lives shaped in falsehood to be crushed by reality. He's glad they're of the same cloth, unwavering, unbending, in spite of it all, persevering. Maybe Sunday would fit with the Preservation, a senseless thought but one he still entertains. The halovian has the look of a misplaced ghost, a soul haunting the wrong body waiting for the time he can be released from the flesh. Being denied the entry to the dreampool must be weighting on him heavily. It's amusing to witness.

"Don't fret, luck may still be on your side." The Family isn't as harsh as the IPC, even with Sunday being the scapegoat, the chances of him just getting a slap on the wrist due to Robin and the Nameless intervention are so high, he hardly figures the notion of the opposite. But he can understand the thought, after all, Sunday's the one who grew up in such an environment. A false, idealized one, but still the very thing that shaped him to be what is today. Like a baby dove, he's still opening his eyes anew, only gazing at the world from the nest. Eventually, he hopes, he'll take flight.

"You're not wrong for wanting change." It's the most innate thing to humanity, to be restless, to be unsatisfied, to be hungry. The never ending urge to move forward, destroying the past if needed, using it's ruins to take a step higher than before. Sunday is no different, despite his role in the game, his aspirations are just the same as everyone, it's just his sight that is shorter.

"But you're changing the wrong thing." He glances at his wristwatch. Aventurine's not about to start an argument when his own time is so severely counted. Perhaps he should request some days off after the dust settles, there's still quite a hurdle before it happens, but having future plans is what solidifies his will. Just like Sunday, against all odds, he too will persist.

"Unfortunately my time is up." The Ranger should be almost figuring out where he went, although he had promised cooperation, disappearing momentarily isn't going to win him any favors, he still needs Boothill manageable even if for that he'll have to take the gun aimed to his head. He gets up slowly, fixing whatever folds and dents might have happened with this little stunt. He is somewhat stalling, almost reluctant to admit that he'd rather indulge in whatever cheap conversation they're having than returning to the status quo. But then again when will it be the next time he'll have the chance to play with a kindred soul. One who's just about to get his footing.

He's already by the door when he pauses. There's nothing owed between them, nothing left to be repaid, but still, he can give the other one last piece of advise.

"What you seek is not there. A fake world can only give fake answers." Try as he might, Sunday would have never gotten what he wanted in the end. Delusions do not make truth, and sweet dreams are meant to be just that, dreams. To be born, to live and to die under eternal ecstasy, is more hellish than existence itself. But who is he to tell him that, this is something Sunday has to learn by himself. What happens afterwards, well, that Aventurine is also trying to figure out.

"When you're ready to stop burying your head in the sand, call me." It wouldn't be him if he didn't throw one last gamble. For all he knows this could very much be the last time they interact. Even if by a sheer miracle Penacony retains it's status and all bad blood is washed between them, there's still nothing that would warrant them meeting again. Aventurine has his path, death awaits him with each step, one he is carefully nursing to greet him only at the right time. There's still so much he has to do. Sunday on the other hand, may as well be free, and if he were him, no, if he could wish something for him, he wouldn't want him to walk with the same person responsible for his downfall. Such a curse should only be for those blessed by destiny, those who can afford to get their hands dirty in the name of something selfish. Yet, he still extends the invite.

"I'm always looking for new friends." And with that, he leaves.

#halothes #(threads? don't know her)#(aven said bestiee call me)#- my dream ends late (may i never be awaken) ; Sunday ♠#queue;

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sunsettia-sky · 1 month

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Hello there! I'm Miya, nice to meet you ^^

This is my main blog. It's not an RP account or a side blog, but my main blog. Although, I could RP with other people in here, of course. But, I might have to place something, like an emoji, to know which character I'm playing as. Also, my RP skills are a little rusty.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah! I do have a main OC that I use for roleplaying, and well, I'm still in the process of completing her backstory, of course.

Under the cut is my OC. She's not in HSR or anything like that, as she's my own character, but I will tweak some things to make her fit into the HSR universe.

Name: Mayla Aila Luizer (you can just call her Mayla or May)

Occupation: Traveler/Adventurer/etc.

Age: No definite age (can be any age, is what I mean)

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 5'4"

Appearance: Shoulder-length blue-black hair tied up in a low ponytail, deep violet eyes with diamond shaped pupils, light tan skin.

Accessories: Amethyst diamond shaped earrings on her ears, black choker on her neck, crystal bracelet on her left wrist, light blue hairband on her hair.

Clothes: Light blue sleeveless romper that has a diamond shaped cutout on her collarbone, dark blue jacket on top of the romper, black belt on her romper belt loops to keep it in place, black leggings inside her romper, dark gray knee high boots with black soles on it, 3 finger gloves on her hands, and light blue thigh band on her left thigh.

Greeting - "Hm? Oh! Hey there! I'm Mayla. Nice to meet you. Oh? New to the Astral Express? Well, looks like it's your lucky day! I'll be your guide for today! Here, let me take you around the train! And maybe we can grab some snacks as well?"

Farewell - "Well, seems like you need to wind down for the day. I hope I didn't bother you too much with me talking a lot. I'll see you around!"

Likes - "Hmmm, if there's one thing that I like doing, is to explore! It's much better to experience it with someone too. Unfortunately, I think everyone's busy, so I do it alone. But, it's okay!"

Dislikes: "Uhmmm...I'm not sure if it's people trying to get in my way, I think? So far, everyone's nice, though..."

Jarilo VI - "We went there to investigate a Stellaron, and how can the people survive in such coldness? It's a miracle, really."

Xianzhou Alliance - "Uhmmm...I'm not sure what to think of that place. It's a bit of a whirlwind, really, with what happened and stuff."

Penacony - "I heard it can be accessed via dreams. It's a little...flashy, for me? I dunno, maybe it's just me that thinks of these things?"

??? (It's unknown where she came from) - "...I don't really know where I came from, Trailblazer, and that's why I travel to find out where I came from."

Path: Adaptive (Girlie cannot choose a path haha)

Combat Type: Lightning

Weapons: Crystalline lance-like sword (like Trailblazer's when they're in Destruction path, possibly even modeled it after them)

Emoji: 🔹

Note: This is one of my own characters. I might do character forms of the other characters soon.

Rules:

In terms of RP, I don't really mind if the replies are late, since I'm also busy and I would reply when I have the time.

Please keep asks and, well, everything SFW.

If you put links, please indicate and specify what they are.

Be respectful. Any kind of comments that would be hateful, and anything falling under that umbrella would be not tolerated, and you can expect a block, of course.

Ships are welcome here, my OCs doesn't have a set age on them, as long as it's appropriate and not illegal.

DMs are welcome here as well ^^

Key (for RP):

" " : for dialogue

* * : for movements

** ** : for time skips (if there's any)

( ) or [ ]: OOC

Tags:

#Sunsettia Sky 🌅 - Art reblogs

#Night Sky 🌃 - Post reblogs

#Nice to meet ya! 👋 - Any interactions

#Thinking ☁️ - Random thoughts, etc.

#OC - RP (Miya) 🌸 - Roleplays With Me

#Writing 🖋 - OCs or any content about characters

These are the tags I can think of, for now. Apologies for the randomness of my tags.

Thank you! ^^

-sunsettia-sky 🌆

#hsr #intro post #pinned post #oc rp #OC - RP (Miya) 🌸

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