[ friends of yours. diluc's frown deepens at that, though he doesn't deny his association. if anything, kaeya's so-called friends are of a blacker character than any of diluc's.
he's not surprised that kaeya knows about the merchants with ties to the fatui, at any rate; he's seen for himself the deftness with which kaeya extricates information from - anyone, really. all the while keeping up the appearance that he's on the cusp of black-out drunkenness.
but diluc had asked kaeya here for a reason, and not merely to ignite his temper. in lieu of an answer, he summons his greatsword to hand, the heft of it always providing an immediate sense of comfort. diluc ragnvindr is at his best in the moments between readiness and a strike, where thoughts give way to action. the blade bursts into flame, engulfing the innocuous-looking yellow bauble lying upon the stone. diluc swings the blade, once and again, once more for good measure; his control such that the metal never touches the stone below.
when he's done, and the flame quiets to silence, nothing has changed. the glass chrysalis has been ground nearly to dust, but the bauble itself is unharmed, still pulsing in that strangely human rhythm.
last of all, he flicks it upwards with the tip of his sword, up in an arc towards the doorway. it dissolves before it hits the door, and reappears at diluc's feet. ]
There's a stockpile of several dozen further into the ruin.
[ as demonstrated: they cannot be destroyed, nor can they be transported out of the ruin. if touched, they induce madness.
he won't say what he means, which is: I couldn't figure this out. You were the only one I could ask for help.
only after he'd exhausted all of his other resources, of course. ]
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he's not surprised that kaeya knows about the merchants with ties to the fatui, at any rate; he's seen for himself the deftness with which kaeya extricates information from - anyone, really. all the while keeping up the appearance that he's on the cusp of black-out drunkenness.
but diluc had asked kaeya here for a reason, and not merely to ignite his temper. in lieu of an answer, he summons his greatsword to hand, the heft of it always providing an immediate sense of comfort. diluc ragnvindr is at his best in the moments between readiness and a strike, where thoughts give way to action. the blade bursts into flame, engulfing the innocuous-looking yellow bauble lying upon the stone. diluc swings the blade, once and again, once more for good measure; his control such that the metal never touches the stone below.
when he's done, and the flame quiets to silence, nothing has changed. the glass chrysalis has been ground nearly to dust, but the bauble itself is unharmed, still pulsing in that strangely human rhythm.
last of all, he flicks it upwards with the tip of his sword, up in an arc towards the doorway. it dissolves before it hits the door, and reappears at diluc's feet. ]
There's a stockpile of several dozen further into the ruin.
[ as demonstrated: they cannot be destroyed, nor can they be transported out of the ruin. if touched, they induce madness.
he won't say what he means, which is: I couldn't figure this out. You were the only one I could ask for help.
only after he'd exhausted all of his other resources, of course. ]