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Voice Test
[look i am absolute dogshit at coming up with prompts for these and when i do we end up doing something totally different, SO
take your pick
and/or just ask for ridiculous texting
or propose something]
take your pick
and/or just ask for ridiculous texting
or propose something]
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Come with me.
[stepping back into the hallway. with the big fucking windows looking out to the stars. the stars that APPARENTLY DON'T MATCH TEYVAT'S FAKEASS SKY,,]
These aren't a display.
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[That came out extremely flat because. What? What?
He is fixated on staring out the glass, though. This is...
Oh he does not have words for this. Is he supposed to know it? Will this become a contagion, like the one that damaged Irminsul? THAT WORKED OUT SO FUCKING WELL FOR KING DESHRET DIDN'T IT???? FUCK!
On the other hand...if this isn't going to drive him insane and accidentally doom Teyvat...
...
The view is stunning.]
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Jury's not commenting on March 7th. Or making eye contact with Pom Pom.]
The lobby has windows on the other side, overlooking Teyvat. But the conductor's out there, and if they haven't realized yet you're not an official passenger...
[There's furniture by the windows. Dan Heng is lowering himself achily into a chair.]
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[...And he's alive???]
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[he has to ask:]
Did they cry?
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Yeah. Yeah Pom Pom definitely cried.]
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yeah.]
Let's spare them more tears for the evening.
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[Kind of idly digging at his pockets and--
Dammit, yep, that's Kaveh's key.
He is going to be yelled at for two hours straight. He can feel it.]
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[Sigh. No, he can't be certain of that. Dammit. Ugh. What could--
...wait a minute.]
...No, actually, there might be a simpler way...
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What are you thinking?
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But he's rummaging a bit until he finds--the invitation the Traveler gave him to their teapot realm.]
This may...get me somewhere with boundless space, and a great deal closer. An Adepti's realm.
[Do what now?]
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that. is a slip of paper.
that is a slip of paper and that's a fun level of familiar words translated differently, thanks hoyoverse.
realm = delve in chinese language version.
adeptus = immortal/celestial
this is FINE.
with a sudden but controlled tension:]
How so?
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Alhaitham glances upward. That tension...? That is not the tension of someone seeing something unfamiliar. Interesting. Is this one an adeptus? Reports from Liyuen scholars and durstur indicate you could be speaking to one and you'd never know. Interesting, but not something he'd expected to test himself. He wasn't interested in leaving Sumeru.
This, though...might be an opportunity.]
It is an invitation, isn't it?
[The adepti don't explain their magic, and it's best not to think too hard about the physics involved. Some questions don't have answers.
But also, this is about seeing if this man gets riled up by a bad response.]
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and certainly, he can read the slip of paper. his eyes flick to it again. but this sort of knowledge isn't something he was willing to share with the Nameless, let alone a stranger, however inconvenienced by March 7th.]
If you say so. Does it... do something?
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[It had been a pretty simple explanation. Flip open the envelope, press your finger down on Tubby's little stamp, say something to indicate you're on the way--Al-haitham mostly just mutters along the lines of "On my way", no need to complicate this--and the magic takes.
And if this man here happens to be standing too close and gets counted as a second guest, that's not Al-Haitham's problem, is it? Even if he knew exactly how close to be standing for it to count like that, having tested this on Kaveh. It certainly wasn't an act of small, extremely petty revenge, okay? Don't be ridiculous.]
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he recognizes what happens, sees the ancient art take hold, but the split second of remembering he isn't supposed to admit it throws him long enough that he doesn't back off in time.]
What-?!
[so how is the teapot decorated,]
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It's beachy in here? Tropical sunlight. Big ass mansion right on the beach. An incomprehensible mishmash of decorations strewn about with neither rhyme nor reason. Al-Haitham made an irritated noise because there is SAND. IN HIS SHOES. LUMINE WHY.
But he's turning for the house and the Fat Ass Sparrow in a...in a teapot. What! WHAT?]
Hmm. A miscalculation.
[NO THE FUCK IT WASN'T!!]
Miss Tubby, is the Traveler in? We have a problem.
[WHY IS HE MORE POLITE TO THE FAT-ASS TEAPOT SPARROW?!]
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...nodding a greeting to Tubby.]
Pardon the intrusion.
[if he's just cranky and does his best to give literally nothing away maybe this will stop being a thing that is happening,]
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[A faint huff. Oh, this amuses him? But he turns to Tubby, who doesn't THINK She can send Dan Heng all the way back to...wherever he's from on her own but the Traveler was out with some people who were also weird like him so when they get back, they can sort it.
...Hey, weird, did you feel a chill down your spine? Al-Haitham did, too, and doesn't know why. As though two gremlins who should never meet, have met...]
...Hmm.
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[DRYLY. be amused he'll just keep being cranky
except uh
that's a bad sign, yes? that's. hm.]
...What's this Traveler like...?
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[A pause.] But I haven't heard from Fontaine lately.
[UM. KILL BILL SIRENS????]
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That person's record isn't quite so impressive, and yet...
It's best to brace ourselves for them having met.
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[Suddenly, Dan Heng has his entire attention. This is going to be a pain, isn't it? Oh, Archons.]
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This is only the fourth place they've been.
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arrives a week late djhkshfksf oops
shhh it's okay