My name? [There's a pause as he leans back slightly, somehow looking formal in black leather pants and a fringe shirt. It takes him a moment to think. He knows his name, but he can feel a weight there like a heavy mantle if he utters it.
Why? The answers aren't there. He takes a breath.] Diluc Ragvindr. I prefer a room on the ground floor.
[His key is handed to him, and he stares at it. He pockets it as he turns to regard anyone watching or behind him. He nods once and steps to the side, offering access to the front desk.] My apologies; I didn't mean to take up too much time.
02. Memories of the Living.
[A cold empty dread grasps his heart as he steps into the graveyard. He resisted it for days until the call of it refused to let him say no. Diluc steps lightly, glancing at the graves he passes. The markings don't strike any cord with him. He steps respectfully regardless.
The sun doesn't set. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, yet he can't shake the sense he is being watched. He shifts his key in his hand, an idle motion of one who knows blades. But nothing jumps out. He risks a glance. Nothing. The sense of being watched presses in. He stops and turns, a subtle spike of heat in the air around him.
He forcibly relaxes as the heat ebbs,] ...I assume you were called here too. I apologize if I'm mistaken.
Put on your dancing shoes.
[The apple cider tastes good and eases some knot of worry. The atmosphere feels right. But he gets this nagging sense he should be on the other side of the counter. He swirls his drink.
As he takes a sip, he almost leaps out of his seat, realizing he isn't alone at his spot at the end of the bar. Like a startled cat pretending it hadn't been surprised, he settles. Then he nods to the bartender, who drifts over.] The service here is good.
This is a good establishment. Oddities of this place aside.
[He glances at the dance floor then shakes his head.] I can't understand why I felt drawn to this place. It feels like I hear a song.
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Diluc Ragvindr | Genshin Impact
My name? [There's a pause as he leans back slightly, somehow looking formal in black leather pants and a fringe shirt. It takes him a moment to think. He knows his name, but he can feel a weight there like a heavy mantle if he utters it.
Why? The answers aren't there. He takes a breath.] Diluc Ragvindr. I prefer a room on the ground floor.
[His key is handed to him, and he stares at it. He pockets it as he turns to regard anyone watching or behind him. He nods once and steps to the side, offering access to the front desk.] My apologies; I didn't mean to take up too much time.
02. Memories of the Living.
[A cold empty dread grasps his heart as he steps into the graveyard. He resisted it for days until the call of it refused to let him say no. Diluc steps lightly, glancing at the graves he passes. The markings don't strike any cord with him. He steps respectfully regardless.
The sun doesn't set. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, yet he can't shake the sense he is being watched. He shifts his key in his hand, an idle motion of one who knows blades. But nothing jumps out. He risks a glance. Nothing. The sense of being watched presses in. He stops and turns, a subtle spike of heat in the air around him.
He forcibly relaxes as the heat ebbs,] ...I assume you were called here too. I apologize if I'm mistaken.
Put on your dancing shoes.
[The apple cider tastes good and eases some knot of worry. The atmosphere feels right. But he gets this nagging sense he should be on the other side of the counter. He swirls his drink.
As he takes a sip, he almost leaps out of his seat, realizing he isn't alone at his spot at the end of the bar. Like a startled cat pretending it hadn't been surprised, he settles. Then he nods to the bartender, who drifts over.] The service here is good.
This is a good establishment. Oddities of this place aside.
[He glances at the dance floor then shakes his head.] I can't understand why I felt drawn to this place. It feels like I hear a song.
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