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gacharolls2021-08-31 06:01 pm
acutabove) wrote in gacharolls2021-08-31 06:01 pm
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>> 007 | like a meet cute, but cuter
[ Liyue.
It's a stark difference from the wintry climate of Snezhnaya, the heat almost unbearable if not for the fact he'd seen fit to shuck himself of his thick Fatui coat the moment they'd crossed into warmer waters. A few of the recruits on board who hadn't had the foresight of doing so lay slouched over in what precious shade there was, some gathered around the various Cryogunners of his unit in an effort to stave off the heat with the little bursts of frosty smoke issuing from the ends of their barrels.
There was already a branch of the Fatui stationed in Liyue operating under the banner of the Northland Bank, so the entire ride over Childe was debriefed on the goings on in country; he'd been shown the different names and files of the various figureheads in the city which he considered with only passing interest, given a brief lecture on some of the customs to better his relationship with the working class (which he didn't care for, at all; if anyone had any grievances with him they could meet him in the arena to fight for their cause), and then debriefed him on what their current objectives were, and their prime goal of ferreting out the Geo Archon to obtain his Gnosis for Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.
Which of course, they had no leads for. Naturally.
After disembarking the majority of the crew and the skirmishers see to their lodgings and moving their supplies therein; the imports they'd brought from Snezhnaya go through the arduous task of customs, the small Liyuen native standing rigid and imperious with a clipboard but immediately sent off on his merry little way with a plump bag of mora. Childe himself decides to at least meet with some of the established associates of the Fatui, the merchants and the chefs and some of the ruling council who've been lured to their good graces with the promise of mora and other added benefits.
The first stop is the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a recently acquired partnership that they were still in the process of cultivating. The owner was someone by the name of Hu Tao, who Childe imagined was a somber, elegant looking old man that smelled frequently of death. He was quite looking forward to meeting him.
Silk flowers seemed to be an important part of Liyue's customs - something about perfume, he's not sure - and he managed to secure a particularly exotic strain of it from one of the merchants working close to the docks. At least, they'd said it was exotic and that was why the markup was so high, but more than likely they'd just spotted a foreigner they could sucker with minimum effort and touted it as such.
Wangsheng Funeral Parlor looms overhead like an impenetrable fortress, and Childe lets out a deep breath before resigning himself to playing nice for the next hour or two. He enters the establishment and finds... nobody. Nothing. Is everyone out on a lunch break or something? ]
... Hello? Mr. Hu Tao?
It's a stark difference from the wintry climate of Snezhnaya, the heat almost unbearable if not for the fact he'd seen fit to shuck himself of his thick Fatui coat the moment they'd crossed into warmer waters. A few of the recruits on board who hadn't had the foresight of doing so lay slouched over in what precious shade there was, some gathered around the various Cryogunners of his unit in an effort to stave off the heat with the little bursts of frosty smoke issuing from the ends of their barrels.
There was already a branch of the Fatui stationed in Liyue operating under the banner of the Northland Bank, so the entire ride over Childe was debriefed on the goings on in country; he'd been shown the different names and files of the various figureheads in the city which he considered with only passing interest, given a brief lecture on some of the customs to better his relationship with the working class (which he didn't care for, at all; if anyone had any grievances with him they could meet him in the arena to fight for their cause), and then debriefed him on what their current objectives were, and their prime goal of ferreting out the Geo Archon to obtain his Gnosis for Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.
Which of course, they had no leads for. Naturally.
After disembarking the majority of the crew and the skirmishers see to their lodgings and moving their supplies therein; the imports they'd brought from Snezhnaya go through the arduous task of customs, the small Liyuen native standing rigid and imperious with a clipboard but immediately sent off on his merry little way with a plump bag of mora. Childe himself decides to at least meet with some of the established associates of the Fatui, the merchants and the chefs and some of the ruling council who've been lured to their good graces with the promise of mora and other added benefits.
The first stop is the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a recently acquired partnership that they were still in the process of cultivating. The owner was someone by the name of Hu Tao, who Childe imagined was a somber, elegant looking old man that smelled frequently of death. He was quite looking forward to meeting him.
Silk flowers seemed to be an important part of Liyue's customs - something about perfume, he's not sure - and he managed to secure a particularly exotic strain of it from one of the merchants working close to the docks. At least, they'd said it was exotic and that was why the markup was so high, but more than likely they'd just spotted a foreigner they could sucker with minimum effort and touted it as such.
Wangsheng Funeral Parlor looms overhead like an impenetrable fortress, and Childe lets out a deep breath before resigning himself to playing nice for the next hour or two. He enters the establishment and finds... nobody. Nothing. Is everyone out on a lunch break or something? ]
... Hello? Mr. Hu Tao?