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Pavo Heart Game: Sunday Session

When you enter the light, you find yourself hovering weightless in a void, as if caught in a moment of falling inertia. In the distance, you hear a voice that seems to shift and twist, familiar and yet unfamiliar.

"You shouldn't be here. But since you already are, let's make a wager. If you can uncover the truth, you'll find me. If you can't, you may be hopelessly lost... What a shame that would be."

You begin falling, and your vision blacks out--

[OOC NOTE: your goals are "reveal the truth" to "find the true heart". All images in toplevels are for general inspo, please make sure you read the flavourtext cause things are not exactly as they are in the images.]

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...sure thing. [ but fff. that's going to leave him to talk to pavo and noctua. someone end him right now. because this is pavo's heart he doubts noctua is going to appreciate his presense, so, uh... just approaching the bar near the two of them and ordering a drink for both himself and zhongli. ]

I heard the Dandelion Wine is real good this time of year.

[ He 50% expects a tavern brawl and does not care at all whether the tavern gets wrecked in the process. (Don't disappoint him, Childe).

Anyway.

Turning on Elemental Sight then. ]

[You turn on Elemental Sight, and everything goes grey. The colour is instantly seeped out of the room, and the sounds of the rowdy bar fade to a distant din. The people are all still there, but you can barely hear them, and they are acting as if you don't exist.

All the frames on the walls have been turned backwards.

Noctua is cleaning the glasses behind a bar at which slumps a silent Pavo, with a greatsword through his chest. The only colour in the room is the blood spilling over the bar and his seat and pooling on the floor.

You can no longer see Childe at all. You're alone, now, except for Noctua's sharp eyes.]

You really should have accepted the lie.

[ Zhongli stares for many long moments at Pavo's dead and bleeding corpse---

(and for a moment does not see Pavo but a host of friends that are no longer here. Some by his own hand) ]

[ Before moving to take a vacant stool next to his body and folding his hands neatly across the countertop. ]

Was I the one that needed convincing of that?

[From this different angle, you can see that, dead as he may be, Pavo has a satisfied smile on his bloody lips.

Noctua shrugs slightly, crossing his arms and meeting Zhongli's eyes without fear or regret.]

That was a useless piece. You don't need to worry about it. What do you want to drink?

[ He drops the tile with Lapis Dei on the counter, inscription side up. ]

What can I get for a tile with an untrue proverb?

You might need that later. Keep it.

[He seems to be unfazed!]

Why do you think it's not true?

[ He glances over at Pavo. ]

The God of Freedom does not grant his favor to useless pieces.

I can accept that the circumstances of conflict can move our hand in ways that conflict with our personal desires, but I do not accept that as the truth.

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It's the truth of how "I" feel. And that bit has been dead for years. Nothing will change just because we don't accept it.

And what piece of him are you?

[He tilts his head, setting the now-clean glass on the bar in front of Zhongli.]

Love.

[ Why are people from Mondstadt LIKE THIS??? ]

You think yourself incapable?

Or is it this particular relationship?

I think it's unwise. To rely on love, when you can't trust it, is only going to get "me" hurt. Back then, loving too hard is what killed that.

[he gestures at the corpse]

But then...

I suppose I look the way I do for a reason.

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[Pavo and Noctua look up at him, and Noctua deeefinitely narrows his eyes for a moment, but he doesn't immediately throw Childe out so that's a plus?!

Pavo only smiles, but is that really a reliable sign of goodwill with him?]

Yo, Fatui boy. Take a seat and join us, won't you?

[says Pavo, as Noctua reaches behind the bar. His voice is flat and slightly growly when he speaks up.]

You have two choices. A Death After Noon, or some juice. If you want something take it and go.

[Oddly, neither of them seem to acknowledge Zhongli's presence. Actually, if you turn around yourself, he seems to have disappeared.]

[ childe avoids meeting noctua's gaze and instead just looks at pavo. oh, he knows better than to trust this bitch. ] I have a name. [ but he flashes a smile all the same, one that, like pavo's, is just for show. ]

Juice. I'm not interested in getting drunk. I'm here looking for something, actually. An elemental lock. [ ... ] You feeling alright? Perhaps you could use some juice too.

Fine.

[Says Noctua, ducking down to pull a fresh bottle of grape juice from under the bar. As he does, Pavo nudges you slightly with his elbow -- below the edge of the bar, where Noctua can't see, he's passing you a slip of paper.

Meanwhile he chatters, cheerfully, watching Noctua rather than you.]

No need to be rude to a guest, my dear. Even one as vile as this one.

[Noctua just huffs, muttering to himself. Now where did that bottle go...?]

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[ ...huh. he takes the slip of paper and continues acting as those things are #fine. since noctua is busy looking for the bottle he'll deftly open the paper and steal a glance down at it. ]

Is that how you both feel about me? I'm wounded. And, here, I thought we could get to know each other.

[The paper says

A hint:

When you go upstairs, don't use your sight right away. Sit in the seats on the far left, in the front row, and then look.

Pavo says:]

Did you really? How delightfully bold.

[Noctua rolls his eyes, as he comes up with the bottle of juice and pours a glass.]

[ he stuffs the paper into his pocket and leans on the bar counter, snickering. ] I did, but maybe I had just been feeling a little... optimistic. [ as soon as noctua has poured him some juice he takes the glass at lifts it up. ] ...or stupid. Maybe the two are interchangeable. [ he takes a sip of the juice. ]

They are, sometimes.

[Pavo agrees. He glances over at you, smirking, as you lift the juice to your lips.

When you take a sip, reality seems to fracture. On the one hand, you can see the two of them still there, in the happy bar, picking up a bantering conversation that's full of rude words but still sounds like flirting. On the other, you can see a black and white, near-silent version of the scene, where Pavo is slumped against the bar, dead, skewered by a greatsword while bright red blood drips everywhere and Noctua is chatting with Zhongli.

It keeps flickering. You feel dizzy. Neither world seems to recognise your existence.

What is real? Who were you again?

You're alone. Forgotten by the world. W̸͔͑͌̑͝h̵̳͔̘͛͑͂ǫ̴͋̆̏̿͜͝ ̶̢̜̫̏͊̚à̷̢͜r̴̢͓̖͓̿ë̶̢̗̼́̑̆ͅ ̴̡̦̲͓̥͊͋̚y̶͉̤̲̆̃̃o̴͖͊̍͆͝u̵̯̻̫̓́͘͠?̷̰͊͐̈́̈́͝

You don't know. You don't know, you don't--

you don't--

you--

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[ ...dammit. he should have taken the hint and run, but he's stupid. he's fucken stupid. he drops the glass and lets the remainder of its contents spill on the counter as he grabs a hold of it, gripping until his knuckles turn while. he feels sick, and memories of something else flood into his head. it's not something he's forgotten, because he could never, but... something he keeps locked up tight. his other hand grabs for his chest and he wheezes, losing his voice for a moment. ]

X- Xiansheng. Xiansheng!

[ childe shoves his stool back and stands up as he cries out of him, reaching in his direction. he's not alone! he's not!! no!!! ]

[ Once Elemental Sight drops, he tips over his own barstool in haste to grab onto that hand that's reaching out to him. ]

Cheri!

Cheri, I'm right here.

[ childe snatches zhongli's hand and squeezes it as hard as he can, like it's the one thing that's going to be able to ground him on either side of this fucken nightmare. he hears his name, but several yllables a missing, and it's sort of... garbled. he hates it. the surreal nature of this is making his head spin, so he just shuts his eyes to keep it from getting any worse. ]

Xiansheng... [ he yanks on his hand, shaking a bit, as he drops his tone to a shaky whisper, ] Go upstairs, but don't use your sight right away. Sit in the seats on the far left, in the front row, and then look. [ maybe sorting this stupid room will help. maybe. he's honestly not sure of... anything right now. ]

Do not be ridiculous. I am not leaving you on your own like this.

But if it this room that is bothering you, then---

[ And he takes Childe's other hand in his free one and starts escorting him out of the bar.

Further cementing his opinion that bars in Mondstadt are really absolutely the worst. ]

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