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jigokulogs2022-07-10 08:56 pm
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Who Childe & you!
What Childe caught a sea bass! No, wait—it's at least a C+! aka fishing adventures in Jigokucho!
When Mid July
Where By the Sanzu
Content Warnings N/A
i. sega bass fishing
[Under any other circumstances, going fishing in the evening would feel downright unnatural to Childe. He’s used to rising before even the sun, to trudging across snow fields and watching a blanket of golden light creep across the ice. In its place, he finds himself bathed in neon and perched on a railing beneath the underpass where Shugou-dori cuts the river in two. According to the owner of the bait shop, not only is this a prime spot but the time of day is absolutely crucial to that: ”Trust me, after dark is when you start reeling in the big boys. You won’t even know what hit you.”
Well, so far he hasn’t seen much proof of that. The bucket at his side is sadly empty of fish but, judging by the array of old bottles lined up next to him, he’s made good progress with the more… inanimate residents of the Sanzu. It doesn’t bother him; fishing, at least nowadays, isn’t so much about the haul as the act itself and, even in the middle of a bustling city, it immediately calms Childe’s mind.
Overhead, the foot traffic is constant and the back and forth of Jigoku-cho’s night owls casts warped, flickering shadows across the concrete. He meditates. On the city. On each of his most recent fights, the shots he should have taken and the blows he could have avoided- nearly chipped a tooth that one time, that’s no good at all. And, against a surprising amount of mental resistance, the events of the month before. He’s still waking up with the taste of corrupted blood in his mouth, something that hasn’t happened since he was a child, and it unsettles him to know how much hold those memories still have on him. The stutterer is gone and Tartaglia has taken his place but it won’t-
The line snags, dragging him out of his thoughts- and he’s met with immediate disappointment.
Pulling a waterlogged massage wand out of the river, Childe decides, is a sign that he should take a break. Sighing, he takes the end of the wand between two fingers and dumps it beside the bottles.]
… I’m starting to think I got taken for a ride…
[Oh, and of course he’s doing it all in style.]
ii. super black bass 2
[Okay, maybe that was premature.
There’s something in there. Childe has spent the last fifteen minutes watching it circling his line and, though its shape is indistinct thanks to the murky water, it’s definitely big. Since when did fish that size live in the middle of a city? It’s not like he has any intention of putting anything he catches in his mouth given some of the stuff he’s pulled out so far but this is a challenge he can’t back down from. Hell, it even feels a little like he’s being mocked.
There’s a light splash and, frowning, he leans forward. The shape has gone- and then suddenly so has the fly. Before he has a chance to react, the rod jerks in his hands and the line begins to unwind like crazy as something big snags on it. With a startled laugh, Childe begins his counterattack, reeling it in as fast as he can without snapping it altogether. It’s a lot harder than it seems and, by this point, whatever it is on the end is splashing so hard that the spray comes over the railing.
Wedging one foot against the post, he turns and calls out to the nearest person. His grin is broad and his eyes shine even in the gloom.]
Hey-! Gimme a hand over here!
iii. reel fishing: wild
[Or, you know, he could eat shit.
The rod is the first thing to go, flying forward and dragging him with it before he has a chance to steady himself. There’s something oddly comedic about the way Childe goes, head first, over the side and into the water.
Now there’s a splash.]
What Childe caught a sea bass! No, wait—it's at least a C+! aka fishing adventures in Jigokucho!
When Mid July
Where By the Sanzu
Content Warnings N/A
i. sega bass fishing
[Under any other circumstances, going fishing in the evening would feel downright unnatural to Childe. He’s used to rising before even the sun, to trudging across snow fields and watching a blanket of golden light creep across the ice. In its place, he finds himself bathed in neon and perched on a railing beneath the underpass where Shugou-dori cuts the river in two. According to the owner of the bait shop, not only is this a prime spot but the time of day is absolutely crucial to that: ”Trust me, after dark is when you start reeling in the big boys. You won’t even know what hit you.”
Well, so far he hasn’t seen much proof of that. The bucket at his side is sadly empty of fish but, judging by the array of old bottles lined up next to him, he’s made good progress with the more… inanimate residents of the Sanzu. It doesn’t bother him; fishing, at least nowadays, isn’t so much about the haul as the act itself and, even in the middle of a bustling city, it immediately calms Childe’s mind.
Overhead, the foot traffic is constant and the back and forth of Jigoku-cho’s night owls casts warped, flickering shadows across the concrete. He meditates. On the city. On each of his most recent fights, the shots he should have taken and the blows he could have avoided- nearly chipped a tooth that one time, that’s no good at all. And, against a surprising amount of mental resistance, the events of the month before. He’s still waking up with the taste of corrupted blood in his mouth, something that hasn’t happened since he was a child, and it unsettles him to know how much hold those memories still have on him. The stutterer is gone and Tartaglia has taken his place but it won’t-
The line snags, dragging him out of his thoughts- and he’s met with immediate disappointment.
Pulling a waterlogged massage wand out of the river, Childe decides, is a sign that he should take a break. Sighing, he takes the end of the wand between two fingers and dumps it beside the bottles.]
… I’m starting to think I got taken for a ride…
[Oh, and of course he’s doing it all in style.]
ii. super black bass 2
[Okay, maybe that was premature.
There’s something in there. Childe has spent the last fifteen minutes watching it circling his line and, though its shape is indistinct thanks to the murky water, it’s definitely big. Since when did fish that size live in the middle of a city? It’s not like he has any intention of putting anything he catches in his mouth given some of the stuff he’s pulled out so far but this is a challenge he can’t back down from. Hell, it even feels a little like he’s being mocked.
There’s a light splash and, frowning, he leans forward. The shape has gone- and then suddenly so has the fly. Before he has a chance to react, the rod jerks in his hands and the line begins to unwind like crazy as something big snags on it. With a startled laugh, Childe begins his counterattack, reeling it in as fast as he can without snapping it altogether. It’s a lot harder than it seems and, by this point, whatever it is on the end is splashing so hard that the spray comes over the railing.
Wedging one foot against the post, he turns and calls out to the nearest person. His grin is broad and his eyes shine even in the gloom.]
Hey-! Gimme a hand over here!
iii. reel fishing: wild
[Or, you know, he could eat shit.
The rod is the first thing to go, flying forward and dragging him with it before he has a chance to steady himself. There’s something oddly comedic about the way Childe goes, head first, over the side and into the water.
Now there’s a splash.]
Fishing Gone Wild
Out in the open waters.
With nothing but Childe and his hat and some fishing rods.
And some water in their way.]
You going to be okay? I think maybe some towels might be needed right now.
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Childe is not so fortunate. He surfaces a few seconds later, gasping as he treads water. He's kind of impressed that Hu Tao isn't already laughing at him, though that might not last long with the way his hair is plastered to his face and the fly- a bright pink feathery thing- is caught on his earring.
Towels. Towels sound good about now. Except-]
I... didn't bring any. [In that moment, he looks exactly like a mournful, ginger puppy.] Wasn't planning on a midnight swim, you know?
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She really should have known better than to laugh but not with how his reaction was to give a pout.]
Then water you waiting for? It would be better if we went around and look for some! [As she gave her hand out, she had to look at him cautiously. He wouldn't dare try to drag her down, would he?]
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Tempting as it is, Childe settles for splashing her.]
Very funny. How long were you sitting on that one? [Not that he's genuinely annoyed. Actually, half the reason he muffled his laugh was to avoid getting any more of this water in his mouth.] Hold on, let me find my rod.
[Which... is easier said than done. Submerged up to his neck, he begins the difficult task of groping around in the cold water.
There's also something moving under the surface behind him.]
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>Unleash Guide to Afterlife
>Make Even More Puns
>Tell Childe
>Unleash Guide to Afterlife? While Hu Tao certainly has enough Guts, the last thing she wanted was to piss off her boss. That and she didn't want to burn Childe or the boat to a crisp.
>Make Even More Puns? Did Hu Tao even have enough Courage to make those in this situation? Of course she would but now wasn't the time.
>Tell Childe....?
Choosing the most sensible option, it seems that Hu Tao has no choice. While she didn't mean to lean in closer, she had to wonder what it was.]
Hey, Childe, do you see that? Be careful, I think there's something in the water! [All the while she was grabbing a rob herself. It was the closest thing to a polearm but if she had to, she will fight!]
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Oh? [Slowly- painfully slowly, he tilts his head to try and get a look over his shoulder. It's too dark for him to see anything properly but the water certainly seems to be moving in a peculiar way.] Perfect timing- things were starting to get a little boring! Throw me a-
[And, just like that, he's pulled back under the water and out of sight.]
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How ab- [Try as she might to finish her words, it seemed that she could not. Now that Childe is underwater, she immediately started her search for him.] Childe? Hey, where are you?
[Of course he wouldn't hear her. However, knowing him, he would survive somehow. That being said, she quickly threw a rod in the middle of the pond just to see if he could take it.] Tell me you're okay!
super bass
He will ponder the request before he quickly steps over the railing and easily slides down to the river's front. ]
I would advise you to release whatever it is you've caught, but I know that the challenge is something you enjoy. Hopefully whatever manner of beast this is, is something we're capable of handling.
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Still, it's a small relief to see that, of all the people who could come to his aid, it's Zhongli. The man is nothing if not dependable and probably won't let him be eaten alive by hell's aquatic fauna in the very unlikely event that there is something out of his league on the end of his line.
and if he does he can help hu tao with his funeral]Ha! You know me too well! [The rod groans, drawing both his gaze and attention back to the water. All he has to do is keep it on the line-] Can you see anything? There's a flashlight in my bag.
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[ He does actually guess correctly in picking it out and he'll even press the button to turn it on...he'll point it down at the water and the sizable shadow of the sea beast thrashing beneath them is enough to get Zhongli to look even more concerned. ]
There is indeed a large beast on the line. I suggest you cut it loose unless you think we might be able to fell it. I'm without my powers, but I will do my best to help assist you.
walks in late to 1->2?
Oya, are you fishing?
[And seems to have ill luck, by the looks of the growing pile of junk. Childe will see a blonde swordsman approaching him with a curious look.]