Pavo Heart Game: Sunday Session

[cryovision]

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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Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[cryovision]

[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.]

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[childeishly]

[ 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.

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[cryovision]

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...?]

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[childeishly]

[ ...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.

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[cryovision]

[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.]

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[childeishly]

[ 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. ]

Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[cryovision]

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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Re: ANGEL'S SHARE

[childeishly]

[ ...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!!! ]

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[leaveofabsence]

[ 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.

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[childeishly]

[ 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. ]

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[leaveofabsence]

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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[childeishly]

[ ...add this to the list of rooms that suck. he considers making an attempt an argument, but he care barely focus, so he'd be lucky if whatever nonsense came out of his mouth made sense. he sticks close to zhongli and lets him escort him the hell out of the mondstadt bar. ]

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[cryovision]

[As you leave, you may or may not catch Pavo (the live one), turning to smirk at you again.

But he doesn't say anything! When you leave, the flickering does in fact stop, but the strange feeling of loneliness remains.]