magisteriaexe | HSR Open Mingle: The Virtual World

ooc: Welcome to the Special Interactive EMP/ATP quest! One special quest/log will consist of the Interactive EMP/ATP, in which a canon or universe is honored with an open log mingle which can double as thread samples (log or network), EMP/ATP, or just for fun! We're starting with HSR, or Honkai Star Rail. Ya mod just slayed it with HSR last night.

Consider this a celebration of the game, which features a lot of cool characters, including not just one but two purple-haired ladies.

This log takes place in an HSR-themed simulation world within Magisteria. Any characters, including guest characters who attend, receive 🎰 five hundred virtual coins towards the casino, 💥 50 skill points for the arcades, and the shadiest goddamn teddy bear ever from the Magisteria vending machine. The claw of the Magisterian toy machine reaches only into hell, it would seem.

1. Any player with a character from the canon can introduce any scenario, but please tag for spoilers.
2. Feel free to mix/match Hoyoverse and Magisteria-verse in the Virtual World. It's a Virtual World!
3. Other players/characters can tag in, too. It's an open mingle. They will just enter the Hoyoverse-world simulation.
4. If this idea takes off, we'll do it with more canons soon! Everyone will get a turn eventually!

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🎰 Casino(s) exist in Eden 6 and will be explicit on next TDM.
💥 HSR gave me the idea of Skill Points, even!

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Sparkle laughs. “Lighten up, venerable sharpshooter! You’re no fun at all. It’s only a game. You don’t know what’ll happen unless you try!”

"I know what happened the last time I shot someone in the back and I'm not keen to recreate it." He shakes his head emphatically. "Unless you are somehow immortal or invulnerable, I shall content myself with these small things."

He's fairly certain Azem and Rhea'li will like two of the three things he has picked, which had been his primary goal.

“You’ll never know unless you try!” He is clearly committed to not being fun, but she is committed to being annoying. “I could be immortal. Or invulnerable. Or any number of other things.”

He heaves a deep, bone-tired sigh. The last time he had shot someone, that ultimately hadn't ended well for him. And this time he doesn't even have anything to gain from it!

Casting a glance over the remaining pistols, he ponders. Rhea'li (and Azem) would most certainly disapprove of him lethally shooting a random girl even if she did invite it.

...Well, surely he can just shoot at an arm or something, right? He'll heal her afterwards (although his meagre magicks right now probably won't fix her entirely).

With great reluctance, he picks up a gun which he knows now to likely contain a bullet. It only takes a glance for him to raise, aim, and shoot her upper arm - and to do it in such a way as to minimise trauma to the area.

Well, he definitely doesn't have anything to gain from it if he's not even going to shoot a balloon!

Sparkle staggers back a little with genuine surprise on her face, then bursts into laughter. Her arm hangs limp at her side, pouring blood. "No prizes for that, sharpshooter, that isn't a balloon and you didn't pay to play again!" She shakes her head and clucks her tongue, completely ignoring her arm. "That's seven shots. What am I going to do with you?" Is that laughter at the edge of hearing, a different laugh than hers? She steps forward, eyes glowing. "You have to pay if you want to play again, venerable. And you stole from my humble little game, took a shot you weren't allowed. Do you have anything interesting to offer, or shall we decide what you'll pay?" The blood dripping onto the ground has started to smoke. The laughter is getting louder and harder to deny.

Oh. Right. He hadn't even thought about payment before picking up the pistol, occupied with those tedious thoughts of morality and such. She's hardly the most menacing thing he's faced in his long life but that doesn't mean he's going to ignore an obvious warning sign.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he brings out his device.

"You're right. I apologise. I'll pay for--" He frowns and mutters, "I suppose I must pay for two rounds... Two rounds, aye?"

He glances at her bleeding (smoking) arm. "I can heal your arm if you'll allow me."

She laughs, and it echoes with the laughter coming from all around. "I hope that isn't your payment offer, venerable! That's not interesting enough at all. Can you think of something interesting, or must we start making suggestions?" She's still ignoring the wound in her arm. The shade of red of the blood looks wrong. "Your first six shots were free. If you want to play again, you pay. And clearly you wanted to play again!"

Is this girl even human? He frowns at her still-bleeding arm then cautiously puts away his device.

"I cannot negotiate without knowing what you consider adequate compensation. You are the maligned party so you may make the first offer."

She cocks her head to the side, smiling, too wide and poison-sweet. "Tell me a secret, venerable. And make it a juicy one."

He frowns more deeply. He has an abundance of secrets, but...

"Are you going to keep it to yourself after I tell you?"

"Mm. Probably. It's always interesting to know something no one else does." She's still smiling, the puddle of blood on the floor still smoking. "Just between us and the Laughter, venerable." And it's always fun to know where the buttons are. She's behind, in this world, without all her research.

"You can have a decent secret if you swear to keep it one, or you can settle for something mediocre and flaunt it to shame me."

He crosses his arms, staring at her flatly. Your choice, girl.

"Between you, me, and the Laughter, venerable. Swear on my mask." She smiles up at him, bright and winning.

"I will hold you to that."

He purses his lips now to think though - what secret would satisfy her? He's offended her a fair amount. That means offering something worth the same amount of offence if used against him. None of the secrets he's keeping from Azem are appropriate - those could come out at any time. Withheld ancient knowledge doesn't feel suitable either.

"...I never liked sending the people of the Source to die," he finally says. "It felt like watching my own brethren perish over and over again."

Her eyes swirl in pink fractals, and her voice echoes for a moment. "Guilt all the way down, aren't you, venerable?" Her eyes flash back to pink butterflies, and she grins. "That'll do for payment. Would you like to take the other five shots you've bought?"

(Man it doesn't work to catch an icon of but I'm picturing what happens in her ult with her eyes.)

"No, let someone else take them. I'm satisfied with what I have. Consider it a forward payment for the next player."

He doesn't want to spend another moment here, dwelling on his own memories. So unless she has any objections, he's prepared to turn around and leave.

HSR Open Mingle: The Virtual World

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