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Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia ([personal profile] monoceroscaeli) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2021-12-01 10:58 pm

clashing tens and hundreds of times / a light from tens and hundreds of years ago

Who: Childe and Lumine
What: Lumine chooses violence this month and Childe happily obliges while dealing with Moon Presence stuff
When: December!
Where: The Gate

Content Warnings: they're just fighting and yelling at each other so idk if something comes up we'll put it in the subject line



[Trudging through the snow, Childe makes his way over to The Gate, his favorite place in all of Trench. He's easily found there, frequenting it whenever he can when he's not doing his odd jobs. Today the seats are empty, as there's no grand show of Hunters that take on monsters today, leaving it open for people to train. He's hoping someone who's particularly strong is available for sparring today, having finally had a good night's rest from the monstrosities that occurred during the previous month.

As he arrives, he beelines to where he can usually meet an unsuspecting Hunter to try to spar with him. But to his surprise, he sees a familiar face waiting for him instead. He tilts his head, before approaching her.]


Well well, I certainly wasn't expecting to find you here. Were you waiting for me?

[It's...a bit strange, it's not like her to show up here and wait for him. She's never done that before.]
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[personal profile] traversal 2021-12-16 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ her displeasure only increases with each passing second, even more so when she sees a glint of excitement in his eyes. but all the better to beat him now while he's exhilarated by this fight; it'll certainly teach him his place.

she ducks when he takes a swipe at her with his polearm, sweeping a leg to try and unbalance him while sending geo energy rumbling across the ground. more constructs appear in its wake and she jumps away to avoid them, the glowing walls now forming into spikes for impaling and stabbing from underneath. but not before she launches another electro whirlwind with a slash of her blade at him, skidding back from the effort.

lumine doesn't wait for it to hit him, vaulting herself right after the tornado, blade ready to strike him.
]
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[personal profile] traversal 2021-12-16 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ his laughter irritates her, just as much as his inane prattle. and there's really nothing more that she wants than to silence him completely to restore her peace of mind.

lumine knows what's coming next when she glimpses the barrier through the tornado, raising another construct to block the blast he sends her way. but even before her wall crumbles from the force of the blast, she's sprinting towards him while avoiding the wet patches on the floor. instead, she runs her blade along the ground, sending electro energy running down her sword and along the watery path left by the blast towards him, while her hand gathers anemo energy to swirl the two elements around him.

honestly, using hydro on her when she can use electro is stupid. but he should know that already, having control over electro energy himself, and she would be surprised if that even catches him off-guard. still, unwilling to give him any kind of quarter, she pushes in closer, slashing at him with her sword.
]
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[personal profile] traversal 2021-12-16 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ it all happens too quickly.

lumine notices right away the tensing of his legs when they finally meet, reacting with an arc of purple energy towards him. it misses him by a hair, her eyes darting as he vaults over her, and she whirls around to attack him the moment that he lands back on his feet.

—and then she staggers as the poison runs through her bloodstream, immediately taking effect. her entire body starts shutting down once more, limbs and eyelids heavy. her head swims once more, her vision fogging and blurring as sleep attempts to embrace her fully. still, she struggles to remain standing for one long moment, even as her sword weighs her down.
]

You

[ the next moment, she's tipping over, unable to fight off slumber, festering desire disappearing into flurry of gold. ]