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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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[ surely touching this ladder won't come back to bite him in the ass... ]

[It is a regular ladder with no ill effects. It's tall enough to allow you to reach the ceiling, and a bucket of fresh new plaster hangs from a hook at the top.]

[ Hmmmm.

He summons a stele next to the ladder (as a contingency plan) and then starts climbing up the ladder up until the bucket of plaster. ]

It looks like we need to piece it back together. Do you want me to start passing you the pieces? [ and by him he means using his vision to send out a bunch of hydro tentacles to grab them. ]

[ childe is just going to stand there with his arms folded, because he doesn’t want to touch them. ]

[Nothing weird happens while you mess with the ladder.

Albedo glances over at you for a moment, but says nothing and goes back to his work.]

Yes, if you could.

[ And Zhongli will carefully take the pieces (careful to never touch the hydro tentacles) and try to place them in their appropriate place on the ceiling before using the plaster to hold it in place.

Is this how ceiling construction works?

He has no idea. He left that to Planning and Zoning, but at least he's going to try. ]

...of course. [ he also notices zhongli isn't touching the tentacles. it's not surprising given all the stuff they had dealt with earlier. he supposes if zhongli is touching them with no problem, then he can put them to rest... except that he doesn't, and they remain out, though he does start passing zhongli ceiling pieces with his hands. ]

Let me know if you wanna switch or something. This kind of seems like something I'd be better at, no offense, Xiansheng.

[It does seem to be how ceiling construction works! The pieces stay in place, anyway. As you place them, your voices begin to echo a bit. Have you improved the acoustics, maybe?

Regardless, when you get close to finished, you'll notice there are two missing pieces... and they match the shape of your constellation tiles.]

[ Are you implying he is not good at manual labor?

Childe would probably be right, but he continues working anyway. Sorry that his perfectionist tendencies means it takes a bit. ]

There is no need.

[ But he sees the spot for the constellation tiles and shifts to slot his in place. ]

[ yes. yes he is. ]

I guess we are almost finished. [ watches as zhongli slots his own constellation tile into place. ]

Let me guess... you need mine? [ offers it up. ]

[Zhongli's tile fits perfectly. You get the sense that the room is waiting.]

[ He takes Childe's tile and also slots it into place.

Here's to nothing bad happening. ]

[ FUCK YOU ROOM BE PATIENT. ]

...he doesn't deserve this. [ scowls. ]

[The tiles fit in perfectly! When they do, the ceiling is completed. The cracks disappear, and the stars twinkle brightly as if they're real.

And then your body is seized by a wave of agony. Your skin burns, your bones twist -- surely you hit the floor, but by the time you do you've been thoroughly Cursed. Exactly how is player preference, but you've gained some sort of monstrous features. Your form is no longer a pleasing one.]

[ Welp.

The wave of sudden pain causes Zhongli to lose his hold on the ladder, landing with an unpleasant thump on the marble floor from ceiling height. Surely something is broken for the loud crack that echoes in the chamber.

Except that crack sounded even before Zhongli hit the floor. And another crack follows. And another. By the time Zhongli lands, golden horns break through his skull, a long dragon tail rips from his spine, and obsidian/gold symbols start pulsating on his skin through his many layers of clothing.

The very ground (even on the second floor) rumbles menacingly as he slowly gets to his feet.

And it becomes very apparent that the poets of Liyue did not do the cold, unforgiving amber eyes of Morax any justice as they eventually land on both Albedo and Childe. ]

Xiansheng-! [ since he's standing right there he's going to attempt to catch him, except he's also stricken by an unforgiving amount of pain and forced to his kneels as it overtakes his sense. he growls, scraping his nails along the floor as zhongli lands just a few short feet from him; the sickening snap making childe flinch. ] I'll... I'll kill him. [ he hisses under his breath, ducking his head as his already bright blue eyes swirl with a greater intensity. the tips of his hair turn to wisps of water, elongating and becoming living hydro tentacles that all flail about curiously. his skin becomes marred with the sigils of permission used to summon osial as his own bones start to stretch and break, building becoming somewhat similar to the foul legacy as bits & pieces of the armor break through the skin. ]

[ childe pants, gaze slightly unfocused, but he hardly seems to care about the tiny alchemist in the room, instead focusing on the archon in front of him. ] We never did have a proper fight, ... [ his tone is deep, somewhat gravely, and without emotion. ]

[tiny alchemist is taking notes.]

Those were particularly violent transformations... But even so, there's no need to act out.

[ His expression never changes as he sizes Childe up, eyes lingering on the sigils of permissions and the hydro tentacles. It flickers something in his memory among the erosion.

Something that is quickly discarded. ]

Who are you to demand a fight from the Prime of the Adepti?

[ Sorry, Albedo, he's not paying him any attention. ]

[ childe picks himself up off the floor, but doesn't bother answering mr. prime of the adepti, because, feh, he doesn't need to answer him... not when he's going to strip him of everything. childe darts forward in a burst of water as a hydro polearm materializes in his hands, one he immediately tries to drive straight into zhongli's chest the moment he reappears in front of him. ]

[SIGH]

It's always worse when it takes their minds... At least try not to knock anything over, please.

[ Sorry, Albedo. What is restraint?

His own spear materializes to block the hydro polearm at the last moment and lock their weapons together - at least for the moment.

And the now completely starry sky above darkens to a midnight purple as a hunk of cosmic rock is hurled right at Childe's head. ]

[ childe just laughs, like a fucken lunatic, the echo filling the room and reverberating off the walls and making it seem louder than it is. the clash of their weapons has his blood pumping, adrenaline rising exponentially, as he sics his tentacles on zhongli; circling his wrists and, most importantly, his throat. ]

[ hey, zhongli, have you ever been a meat shield before... or a cosmic rock shield? no. first time for everything! ]

[why are you two like this?

he's pulling his stuff away from the middle of the room so you can't destroy it as easily.]

[ Childe, you little piece of---

The jade shield flickers up around them at the last moment, the meteor smashing into it (as it soaks up most of the damage). The immediately surrounding area is perhaps not so fortunate.

In the next moment, Zhongli drops his spear, useless in his hands as those hydro tentacles aren't giving him more than a few inches of leeway at best. Only to hook the handle of the spear with a twist of his ankle as it falls and send it spinning up again, aimed directly for Childe's side. ]

[ childe tanks the hit, LIKE A BOSS, as a semi translucent watery red like fluid oozes out from the newly torn wound in his side. he doesn't seem all that phased, though there is more dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. CLEARLY that hurt, but he's not giving zhongli the satisfaction of knowing as much. the tentacles tighten their grip as childe dispels the polearm to, instead, summon a couple of hydro blades to drive straight into zhongli's chest. ] I never did get your gnosis, but I'll make up for that now. [ going to see if he can't just straight up fucken gore zhongli. ]

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