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⠀⠀⠀ ﹙ the smile languid upon his lips coils further, creasing purple eyes behind solar glasses.﹚  wonderful.  ﹙ he moves in, a hand resting upon a seat before he takes it with a swift motion, one leg crosses the other.﹚   I'd ask what you're up to, but I'm not allowed to pry, am I?  

@sharehlds           ›            is there a good time?    [  it was more of a hypothetical question.  whether or not yurei meant it or not,  it was up for debate,  but he doesn’t make any indication that midas’ was unwelcomed—for now.  ]    you can stay,    [  the architect muses,  internally grateful that his face was covered by the mask he had worn.  ]

       enthusiastic, aren't we?  I simply wanted your company today, is that alright? or perhaps i've come at a bad time.

@sharehlds    *  wtf

@diamaste    *   HELLOOO!

@ouravie    *  Yeah..  

@medichaos         ›          officially.    [  the architect replies,  jaw tightening as he thought before his shoulders settle,  and he leans back into his seat.  ]    but you were still sought after.  why are you in nacreon?  this area isn’t well-suited for people like you.

i am a nobody.  just some doctor,  that's basically it. ⠀⁽⠀shrugged vitale.⠀⁾ ⠀i'm not even officially there so uh..  yeah.

@medichaos        ›        well,  that’s  ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ  a lie  (definitely).  I heard you’re a temporary doctor for them,  aren’t you?

An independent architect from the megacity of Nacreon, Vespera. A highly sought after, highly skilled Halo Grid infiltrator. A man who specializes in identity erasure, archival falsification, & ›  deep-system manipulation. Yurei operates entirely through encryption, & ›  hidden relay systems. An urban legend in the undercity, and his face is regarded with the mask that hides his identity. After years of halo-diving, it has severely damaged his nervous system that he relies of his external archives to aid in his fragmented memory. 

“A mouthful of flies /    ᵀhe horror of Half-being”  ⟢   Yurei,  The Architect.  a honkai star rail original character  ›  media inspiration from cyberpunk 2077.  the account, and basis of this is @in2077.  Portrayal by kanna.  ✧

*  @evilring    well, they told you to not go overboard.   [ a pause is briefly taken, offering zhi chuan a-matter-of-fact one over. it wasn’t like shan yue missed the soreness, or aching bones after his first fight with the other. however, he was one of the most formidable, including everyone else in the group. ]   where do you want to do it then?

well,  you're able to somehow control it before which i can admit is..  a progress. ⠀❲it could be an opportunity to see his true potential.  zhichuan would be lying to himself if he wasn't the tiniest bit interested of what he can do to an extent.❳ ⠀we shouldn't do it here,  though.  i think most of them would be opposed by that if they knew.

*  @elexecuted   i do, but i’ve been practicing. i’m sure i can beat  —or, maybe land a scratch on you.  [ a nervous laugh escapes, perhaps shan-yue was overestimating how much training he had underwent the past week. however, he was much more confident than he was before. ]

it's fine. ⠀❲hand raised,  the gesture meant to assure him of the abrupt clamor.  zhichuan had been awake,  so it wasn't exactly an issue──if anything it jostled him out of concern.❳ ⠀you know how i can't sleep that long,  i happened to have woken up beforehand.（...）how are you feeling?

*  @elexecuted    [ initially, shan-yue hesitates to answer. a deep blue settling on the looming figure at his bedside. it isn’t until the cold air that settles in his skin does he recognize the sweat that briefly tinged porcelain flesh. ]    yes  ..did i accidentally wake you up? 

^_^    —  you’re also sort of bad of this   (haha!)   sorry..

*  @elexecuted    i know that as well.   [  everyone’s been more than accommodating,  but why wouodn’t they be?  everyone beside shan yue must have known the weight that he carried.  however,  it doesn’t lessen the ache that grows when he feels like he might have disappointed them all in some way.  ]    i’m hardly worthy to be called the child of god,  but i’m doing everything that i can so that one day you all can see me differently one day.    [  another pause,  eyes lingering on the hand much longer than he might have tried to.  ]    i’m also scared of disappointing her.  i’ve always seen her in my dream,  yet i never said hello.  even now,  i know she’s reaching out to me and i still can’t figure out how to free her.    [  his own hand rises,  settling delicately  (hesitantly)  on zhi chuan’s digits.  the boy having no choice but to feel comforted by the other  /again/.  ]

❲what pitiful circumstances..  he understood the struggle to comprehend such a promise even carried out by their parents.  reminded him of his youthful years  ..  the pressure,  the purpose.  yet being the child of god—that meant the entirety of the world's fate,  shall rest upon h̲i̲s̲ shoulders.  eyes squint,  and liǔ zhī chuān appears bothered by the comment shān yuè's thrown to himself.❳ ⠀no one thinks of you that way. ⠀❲at first,  a hand outstretched.  hesitant,  it paused midway,  later stiffly patting the smaller's head..  almost in a comically robotic movement.  zhī chuān was never good with comforting,  though he tried..  regardless.❳ ⠀that's why we're here,  aren't we?  to help you through it.