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Being a security chief wasn’t an easy assignment, especially not when he was having to oversee a bunch of scientists that could get too curious for their own good. It was rather ridiculous the amount of ill-fated projects they had to quarantine or deal with. Arlan brushes his fringe to the side a bit, pondering for a moment over who had thought a toilet that teleported anyone who sat on it somewhere random in the space station would be a normal project. Geniuses really did have zero sense. “We’ll need to do another round of drills with the men. Frankly we got lucky; the fact is, the antimatter legion would have blown a hole into the space station had they the chance.” Arlan brought his mind back to the present, walking alongside one of his subordinates through one of the many long white hallways with them. Even with the time since the defeat of the anti-matter legion, getting the space station repaired had left him with little time to train new men

Gepard's eyes widened as Lukas fist came flying towards his face - he had to quickly dodge to the side, the roar of the crowd rising around them. He could taste the salt of his sweat as his blond bangs got in his face for a second before he tossed his head just enough to let the hair flutter out of the way. He had never fought in the underground arena before and it was a much much different experience than he had expected. Even if Gepards himself was a brawler, he was used to fight large fragmentum monsters or commanding troops on the field against similar monstrosities. Luka was smaller and nimble, and second only to Seele in the underground from what he heard. “Hn, you’re quite good at this aren’t you —?” The blond haired nobleman wasn’t the sort to find fights thrilling for the sake of them, but the red-haired boxer was making this a fair more interesting exhibition match than he had expected to find. Across the arena, Luka was smirking more than a

Albedo's foot lightly tapped against the stone floor of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. It wasn’t unusual for him to come down from his workspace in the mountain to either deliver a report or a new concoction his experiments had made to Jean. Or, on the very rare occasion, he was called in to test some new substance the knights had found when apprehending a suspect and were worried about. Rarely was he called to Kaeya's office directly — the man was one for patrolling the city rather than sitting at a desk. When the door finally opened, the Alchemist smiled softly at the Calvary captain who was standing there in front of him. "Ah, Albedo. As punctual as expected!" There was a glint in Kaeya's eyes, but that was not unusual; frankly, their Calvary Captain was the slyest man he knew in their fair town of Mondstadt. “Of course, Kaeya. I assumed it was something important if you had requested me to come to your office— what is it I can do for

"AAAAAH! He's here! Everyone- r-run!" It was a peaceful morning in the Sumeru jungle until a few moments ago. If there was one thing that Tighnari could say about his home was that while the jungle was naturally dangerous for many foolish Akademiya students, for his rangers they had managed to gain something of a peaceful status quo after the withering zones had retreated. This however, was another issue entirely. Some 'travelers' in Gandharva Ville were actually engaging in a smuggling operation, something Tighnari obviously saw through right away. Given that it fell right in the midst of one of his foraging trips, he had… elected to call in some back up. The way his dear Cyno greeted the criminals brought a smile to his face, even if Tighnari was in his hut instead of watching. He was finishing up a salve to send off to one of the numerous fool adventurers who didn’t learn about the jungle before being accosted by one of the many sentient plants. Another

Night was falling over Mondstadt, the air sweet with laughter and chatter from locals people began to turn in for the night. With the threat of Stormterror long gone, and the legendary Darknight Hero keeping the Abyss on their toes, the city could sleep well now these days. Frankly, it was something very near emotional whiplash to have the very seat of Barbatos’s land under such a huge threat, to now be safer than ever despite the absence of Varka and so many of their knights. Between the Honorary Knight Aether, and the Darknight Hero, the Mondstadters could go about their nightly busy knowing they were safe. Said Darknight hero was in his tavern, watching another crowd wind its way through the tavern walls. Despite the lively, relaxing air, Diluc couldn’t help but tap his fingers on the bar counter he was behind in an impatient way. There was a full tavern of paying customers...but of course one person had some difficulty with it, as he ever did. Perhaps some

If you were to ask the blond architect from Sumeru if he enjoyed his current place of residence, he would vehemently deny it. While Alhaitham was no slob, he was utilitarian to a fault; every improvement Kaveh brought to him was shot down, uselessly with a snarky comment about his inability to pay rent. Such was the fate of the artistically minded it seemed- to be stuck with a brute who couldn’t appreciate the bark on a tree, let alone the elegance and sophistication of art. Take this very morning, for example- Kaveh was busy trying to arrange a set of paintings on the wall to maximize each aesthetical value given the cramped space of the hallway. While his friends might laugh at him, the blond knew that it wasn't for him and his perfect eye for interior design, Alhaitham would have this house buried beneath piles of books. To speak of the Scribe- the tall and broad-shouldered man was busy humming to himself as he sat on the sofa, his ears filled with the music

It started as whispers behind Bakugo’s back after the four had ambushed him; that damn nerd would be glancing over at him and whisper to Half-and-Half while they were in the common room. Iida would mutter something to Deku, and the blond french fuck would silently watch him from the corner. A vein would throb in Bakugo’s forehead, and he would feel like his very body was ready to explode. It didn’t matter what he was doing- talking with Kirishima, or prepping himself a nice cup of coffee. The looks and snickering whispers were floating around his head, buzzing like flies in his ears. The blond had a supernatural affinity for knowing when people were talking about him, or at least his ego (don't you mean lack thereof-) had sharpened it into a beast not under his control. As a kid, it had been a boon to him, as it meant he heard the praises that fell from people’s lips. People like that fucking nerd or his classmates who hung on his every motion as if he was the stars themselves. It