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[ don't turn this around on him! ] If it means nothing to you, then why does it matter if it means something to me? [ a roundabout way of sort of admitting that, yes, it means something to him... still. very vaguely, but it's still something. ]

No, but at this point I'll take what I can get. [ he doesn't expect much. ]

I wouldn't have reached out to you if it meant nothing.

Then what do you want?

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Tell me what it means to you then. [ he folds his arms. ]

[ what does he want? childe can think of at least one thing... but he's not exactly willing to start spilling his guts ( not literally ) to him, when, right now, he barely trusts him. ] ... [ he shuts his eyes, knowing that it's far beyond his reach anyway, and he'd rather not get laughed into fucken oblivion this afternoon. ]

A rematch. [ he could kick himself, honestly. ] We keep it between us.

[ and i forgot to mention that childe's aura has probably changed slightly, and the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom could probably tell. ]

You are right. We aren't friends. But you are a Harbinger, my ally, and that means something.

Fine. One on condition. You cannot try to steal a gnosis.

But you're not a Harbinger. And not only did you steal the electro gnosis, but you also took a second one. I can't imagine you're going to hand either to her Majesty, and that is exactly what we're meant to do. [ so allies? how?? ]

And here I thought I could take one when I win. [ he's mostly kidding. ] Fine, whatever.

Dottore knows where I am. As does the Tsarista. If an agreement needs to be made, we'll make one.

[He narrows his eyes.]

You should ask him how he felt when his gnosis was taken away. Maybe then you won't be so flippant about it.

[ he doesn't trust him. ]

Do you really need both? [ he got to see the gnosis ripped out first hand back on imeeji and he hated it, but he also hated dottore doing it just to be a fucken dick. ]

One is for him. When he gets around to accepting it.

He says he doesn't want it, but maybe one day he will.

[ him? him as in... mochi... ]

[ ??? ]

[ he doesn't know the whole story ( or... much of it, really ) but it kind of seems like he moved on... although, he can never really predict scaramouche, so that could potentially change. ]

[ childe hums, summoning a hair of hydro swords to his hands. ] I won't touch either of them.

Good. I wouldn't forgive you if you did. I'm still mad about the previous attempt.

This would be better away from the houses. I don't want Snail swooping in on our matters.

I did it because I knew it would piss you off, and you deserved to have something precious taken from you, since you killed Mochi.

Fine. Let’s go to the forest. [ he turns into a fox and just starts walking there. ]

And this is why we'll never be friends, Tartaglia.

[Follows him until they get far enough away so that a fight won't draw attention.]

I'd say killing is off limits, but that would spoil your fun. But let's try not to.

Oh please. You like getting under my skin too. I already said I wasn’t going to take them. [ he murmurs something after, about finding another way to get one. ]

I’m not interested in killing you at the moment and I would rather not die a second time. [ he’s still recovering, which is part of the reason he didn’t want to do this, but his mouth is cashing checks his ass can’t cash. ]

I know enough basic healing to patch you up.

[He just assumes Tartaglia wants to fight all the time, so he doesn't notice any reservations. He summons his swords, one crackling with lightning and the other made of vines and briars holding a greenish hue.]

Show me how much you've improved now that I can appreciate it.

[ if he had just died instead of changing and then dying he’d be more excited, but as it stands he’s just mentally exhausted. ]

[ still, he summons a hydro bow to his hands and takes aim… an enormous narwhal cresting from behind him as childe fires off six consecutive shots infused with electro. ]

That's not subtle.

[Not that he really cares, but damaging large swatches of the forest is probably ill advised. He whips up vines from the floor to dodge most of the arrows, one or two hit him scratching as his skin, but the electro he just seems to absorb.

And just to be a prick, a storm of lightning starts to appear above them same as when they fought in the forest earlier. He's not being subtle either.

He knows the range on that whale so he backs up, but shoots vines at Childe to hold him in place.]

[ he changes into a snake to slip through and then shifts into a rhino to charge at him, the earth behind him becoming something like a rolling wave as it launches him at scaramouche. ]

Ah. So that is what that was.

[He did notice the slight change in him but couldn't pinpoint it.]

You're going to erode faster and faster if you keep collecting Delusions, Tartaglia.

[Now that he's not panicking out of his mind, the Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom is quite agile. DEX based if you will. He throws his sword of lightning like a spear straight at him, hoping to startle him or at least distract him. The other he will use like a whip to pull him up into the boughs of the jungle.]

[ the spear doesn’t phase him. he takes the hit, using his horn as a mock lightning rod… although the spear, itself, does some damage. he keeps charging though, intent on goring him, but he’s grabbed by the vine whip. shit. he hastily turns into pure hydro, the water ball retreating to take shape of a human. ]

Don’t lecture me. [ several Geo pillars start erupting from the ground, forming a circle around them as a fin appears and starts ‘swimming’ around them. ] I’m only going to get stronger.

[ and how’s that clarity doing? pheromones are starting to fill the ‘arena’ - one’s meant to make a person feel lethargic. ]

[It is so incredibly surreal watching Childe do all of that: the rhino, the hydro ball, back to human. And it shows on his face, but he steals his expression.]

At what expense. Are you even human anymore?

[And then the pheromones. He hates them and is going to remember to bring a counter measure next time. He drops a bolt of lightning on each of the circling stones intending to break them. Even if they don't collapse shards of rocks will fly at both of them, and he doesn't even bother to dodge.

He looks at the fin 'circling' and checks if there is water or is swimming in the dirt?]

…

[ his expression becomes unreadable as he turns into a tyrannosaur and just roars at scaramouche. the entire area quakes as the geo pillars burst, the electro destroying a good chunk of them and sending rocks flying this way and that way. ]

[ the fin… it’s swimming in the dirt, and should Scaramouche get distracted by childe’s most recent transformation the fin is going to disappear only for a geo shark to spring up from under ( or beside if he’s quick enough ) for a bite. ]

[*steels. I know English.]

I see a hit a nerve.

[He's a small guy. He could try to move, but that would cause more damage and the lethargy is kicking in, so he tucks down and gets swallowed whole by the shark. But as he disappears into its maw the tell tale glow of both his weapons return back to his hand.]

[ if he tries hard enough he can break the geo construct, but childe is back to himself and striding over. ] No, I’m not human, …not anymore. I don’t know what I am. [ a hot mess, but whether or not scaramouche hears him he doesn’t know. ]

[ his mask cracks from the strain of overexertion and he just summons a geo polearm to stab into the ground to keep himself upright. ]

[He shatters the geo construct with the forces of an elemental reaction.]

Why do you chase eternity then? You'll never make it. You a fighter for the Tsarista. You were never meant to live to old age.

[Vines shoot up from underneath Childe and one specifically wraps around his neck and tries to drag him closer.]

Because I made a pro- [ chokes, grabbing at the vine as he’s yanked closer. ] Promise. [ turns his nails to claws and tries to shred that vine, so he can breathe more easily. ]

I will make it. I’m not resigning myself to death just yet. My fate isn’t sealed, and I’ll make with it what I want.

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