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⌗𝕿𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖑𝖊

〈 🥀 〉⏤ SYNOPSIS. The children of the desert have a rich tradition of song and dance. Originally used to praise and serve the gods, the crafts were later adapted for battle and the seduction of kings. In the midst of the sand storm, you met the (former) General Mahamatra among the sand dunes.

♔. . .PAIRING. cyno x reader﹔ft. traveler and paimon

♔. . .FORMAT. oneshot

♔. . .TAGS & WARNING. floral ring-dancer!reader﹔gender are not mention﹔strangers-to-enemies﹔acquaintance-to-friends﹔

UNLOCK THE STORY WITH 〈 🗝 〉

𝐈.

"Care for a dance, general?"

An array of sand, blown by the wind and dust alike, lay across the desert plain, reflecting back the orange glow of sunset as it stretched out far to the edge of sight. Waves of Dendro and Electro energy particles danced and fizzed around one another in complex harmony as they collided against each other.

The sound of the clashing weapons echoed across the sand as the two figures sparred with each other for the upper hand. Their blades rang like a symphony as they struck the ground and bounced off, their movements growing more frantic as they fought.

His body remained still and focused. His eyes gleamed under the low light as he observed his opponent. The Floral Ring-Dancer in front of him tosses the chakram at full speed, but the General's reflexes are swift, allowing him to block the strike in midair.

"Catch this!"

A second later, however, the chakram strikes once again. A flash of silver catches his eye as the chakram flies past him. His instincts take over as he deflects the attack.

"You're quick, but your weapon is too heavy." He parries an attack from the assault, the impact shaking the air.

"And too sharp, though I'm willing to forgive its weight if you could manage to hit me instead."

He ducks under a blow aimed for his head, sending a kick toward his stomach. "Or perhaps if you were able to land a blow…"

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. The General had no interest in fighting anyone at all that day. In fact, he was supposed to be at the designated location where the smugglers are said to be hidden. But if his opponent wanted something different, then so be it. He might as well indulge them while he could.

"Gotta say, general, ⏤I've never taken you as a dancer. Might as well enjoy it while it last." You harumphed.

Dendro energy engulfs your whole figure, teleporting behind the poker-faced general and performing a swift slash across his back.

The General barely manages to bring up his staff just in time to block you. With a flick of the wrist, he sends you flying backward across the sandy terrain.

Your body skids on the rough terrain, coming to a stop only when you collide with the sand dune. You groan as the wind is knocked out of you. You cough violently.

"Ow…," you wheeze.

The General takes advantage of your position and attacks again, aiming for your head this time. You quickly roll onto your side to avoid the strike, bringing out your chakram in time to absorb the brunt of the blow.

You grit your teeth and push through the pain to continue countering him. You summoned another set of chakram, covered with Dendro energy, spinning wildly around you. Slashing at the Anubis every time he gets near, eliciting a pained grunt of pain from the man.

"This is getting tedious," the general says, with a tinge of pain laced in his voice, "Perhaps we should end this little game."

As if on cue, a thunderous roar resounded, and the general's whole figure engulfs in a dark trance. Morphing himself into Pactsworn Pathclearer. You spin around and catch him striking his electrifying claws against your weapon. Blocking him off rapidly.

"Nice try, general," you grumble. "You aren't the only one who has a trick up their sleeve."

An unexpected quake shook your form just as you were about to morph into an augmented state. You landed on your bum on the sandy texture. A child's cry can be heard echoing from a mountain cliff above you.

Looking up from the commotion, you spotted a floating child with stars radiating from her, and a medium-height figure standing beside the child. A golden amber glows from their chest. A geo-fragmented power emanating from them. A solid gaze upon your figure.

"CYNOOOOO! We found the smugglers who smuggling the canned knowledge, they are tons of 'em!"

With an annoyed look at the ear-shrilling voice, your ears perked up at the sound of the general's pleased hum, who was now deactivating his Anubis form. Dark and voltaic particles fizzle around him, then dissipate.

"It seems this is where we part ways."

He said this as he walked away, not even looking back at you. Not until he spoke. "I'll make certain that your client fully compensates you for your time and effort."

𝐈𝐈.

Confused and amused, you watch the illustrious Traveller and their floating companion Paimon, who once interrupted your fight with General Mahamatra, flinging a pouch of mora in front of you, golden coins slipping through the bag as it did so. You frowned upon it and suspiciously eyed the two guests.

You originally took a stroll through the sea of sand despite the harsh condition of the environment, nevertheless, it was home.

A place where the wind blows gently over your skin, a warm embrace that allows no worries and gives you rest, an island where you will never feel lonely but always found friends...it was a place like no other, yet it was filled with danger and darkness. The air felt thick. The atmosphere seemed oppressive.

Your arms are crossed as you lean back in your chair. You spoke in an unsettling tone. "I may grant you permission to speak, but first, what is your purpose in meeting me?" you had inquired.

It's not like you weren't friendly or anything, you're just curious. A distant traveler traversing alone in this strange land of sand is nothing but trouble and trouble has always been on your radar lately.

Paimon, who's ever so chatty, came forward leaving a trail of twinkling stars and constellations in her wake.

"I and the traveler were advised by a friend of ours to seek you when things get...complicated." She paused for a bit. "According to our friend of ours, you know the land better than anyone else there."

Your gaze hardened a slight. "And this friend of yours, do I acquainted with them?"

The platinum-haired child spluttered through her words. Her tiny hands settled on her head as if she was contemplating an unsolvable puzzle.

"U-Uh...I-uh...Probably?"

Sighing, leaned back into your chair again. Swirling emotions racking your mind, you rarely don't know how to respond to these sorts of occasions. Usually, your client just drops the mora on your feet and orders you to do whatever the heck you will be going.

But this case was different, a warm smile graced both of your guests' lips, kindly assisting them with the heck they were doing. Coughing up in feigning irritation, you said.

"Since you paid generously, I suppose I can indulge you until the time is up. What's the situation, boss?"

The traveler and Paimon both smiled at your response but did not respond right away. They exchanged a glance before taking turns explaining the situation. In short, the Akademiya tasked them with obtaining three Pseudo-Stamens from the creature known as "Setekh Wenut" for experimental purposes.

They were initially escorted by the General himself, but due to his heavy workload, he receded back to his responsibilities and somehow remembered about you from his previous battle and decided to indirectly task you with guarding them throughout their journey across the vast territory just to fetch some drops for them.

Agreed to their invitation, you told them to ready themselves before heading out to the Desert of Hadramaveth. The journey will be long and arduous. Their destination was unknown to you since you've never ventured there personally. The two travelers were quite eager and excited to try something new.

They had no idea about the dangers hidden in the sands and the many beasts lurking deep inside the depths waiting for unsuspecting travelers.

⏤🥀⏤

A myriad of screams was heard through the dark tunnel and you are certain that it wasn't coming from the traveler or Paimon. Alerting the duo you sprinted through the darkness, and a sudden bright light nearly blinded you.

As you blink the brightness away you see the traveler struggling to hold their hands above the blinding white light. But the most shocking thing about the aftermath of the light was a horde of Corps of Thirty were fending themselves from a huge mystical beast that radiates Anemo energy.

Among those soldiers was none other than General Mahamatra, probably assisting those who were too far away to come back home. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he faced off against an approaching beast, but his movements became sluggish and slower with each passing second.

Teleported to his coordination, you two blinked away before the Wenut drills out of the ground below the Mahamatra's feet. The General was surprised by this but grateful for your timely assistance.

"Good to see you again, general. I was hoping our second encounter was just you and me, but then again, fate is a fickle thing." You remarked, catching him by the arm and wrapping it around your neck for support.

The male beside you grunted in response. He used his staff to aid him with his walks for a bit.

"I appreciate you lightening up the situation, however, now isn't the time. I heard from the reports that a Scholar from the Vahumana sector that gone missing for two days, and apparently this creature was the one who was captive that said, scholar."

A small quake rumbled below you, shaking the ground underneath your feet. The serpent-like creature resurfaced and exposed its tail, sweeping the arena with countless streams of bullets made out of Anemo energy.

Evading all those attacks could drain your stamina pretty quickly, especially when it came to using teleportation. "We're going to need more than this if we're going to get out of this alive," you grumbled under your breath. "Do you have anything else?" You asked, glancing over at him.

Cyno heavily sighed, seeing your slightly staggered state. "If my men can't handle it, what makes you think we'll be able to stand up to this thing?" He replied.

"What makes you think we have to defeat this thing? We just have paralyzed this creature and rescued this scholar." You countered.

"Why fight against this creature that can make bullets that are infused with Anemo energy? You'd only make yourselves look even more foolish." You added with a frown.

"You seem so confident," he replied in a hushed tone as the creature suspends itself in midair and conjures five Anemo spherical bullets. In a blink of an eye, Cyno had shaken off from your grasp and dashed forward to destroy those orbs using his spear to pierce through, which are successfully destroyed.

Giving it a paralyzing state, its whole body slammed upon the ground. Lying there as if it was lifeless, you summoned two sets of your chakram and hurl them toward the body, giving a wave of a hit. With the colliding elements of remains of electro and dendro, it gave the quickened effects, which gives off a great deal of damage.

Acknowledge this reaction, you and Cyno keep repeating the same movements till the creature's carcass dissipates into flecks of cessation.

A large sigh escapes both of your lips after your last strike, and your muscles were feeling weak. The exhaustion was evident in the way you were leaning to the chakram you were holding and the way you breathed out as if you were taking in a big dose of oxygen.

And yet, somehow, despite all these symptoms, there was still some life left to you that wasn't completely consumed by fatigue and exhaustion.

"Are you alright...[Name]?" The General questioned, watching you carefully.

"I go by the name of my current alias, but, how did you know my name?" You ask, slowly standing up straight once you felt your bones would stop quivering. Even though the adrenaline hasn't quite settled down yet, the shock has faded. You still feel tired, but a little more rested.

Your name was long forgotten to the sand of times, and no longer was it worth remembering. It's just another nickname the people gave to you. But it never failed to give you comfort in moments like this, where your body would tremble with exhaustion and fear.

His smile faltered a little at your question before he answered with, "It's a long story."

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

After the Setekh Wenut incident, General Cyno and the rest of the Corps of Thirty returned to the Caravan Ribat for a brief respite, along with the unconscious missing scholar, who apparently was stupid enough not to bring someone like a mercenary to accompany them on their expedition.

The traveler and Paimon had already obtained what they required and were teleported back to the capital to collect their compensations. They said they need these "Primos" to wish upon a star, which you were confused by the concept but didn't fully engrossed by it and rather wanted to retreat back to your home with the rest of your comrades.

Not long ago, the white-haired general paid you a visit in the late hours of the night, and you were basking in the comfort of an oasis, its brine reflecting the starry skies above it, bathing you in its golden glow.

The moon shines down on this nirvana, and the stars dance around the light falling from the sky.

A gentle breeze blows from behind you, gently caressing your neck and hair that flows over your shoulder, giving you a more comfortable feeling. The grass and trees encircle you, the air is cool and moist and smells pleasant, and there is no one else here except you and the silent presence you've grown accustomed to.

When you open your eyes, you see the general had removed his headdress and placed it on a rock beside you, along with a white bandage on your cheek.

"Do you still feel drained from the events?" he asks, his voice low, almost whispering. You don't respond and instead stare into his carmine eyes.

It's an unusual sight, but in a pleasant way. The moonlight makes the general's skin shine beautifully like a sublime statue of a god. You think to yourself, he's a really interesting person. You tell yourself again and again, trying to calm the fluttering butterflies in your stomach.

A wave of familiarity washes over you, as if you'd seen this man somewhere before but honestly don't remember where. Something about him drew you towards him and kept drawing you closer to him until you found yourself sitting under the gentle breezes of the night, watching the stars slowly twinkle above you.

⏤🥀⏤

Several curious stares follow you and Cyno as you converse in front of a house. Your stern gaze can make anyone quicker in fear, but not the General Mahamatra. He stared at you unamused and unfazed by your glare, which he thought of it as adorable. But that's not the point of the scene, currently, he was scolding you.

You pouted as you realized he was unbothered by your provocations.

Arms crossed, you shut your mouth before a bolt of lightning could bellow at you.

"[Name], what is one thing I told you not to do?" The General asked with no mercy. It wasn't a question, more like an order.

You gulped. "...burn the house down?"

He sighed heavily, a fleck of disappointment lingering in his eyes. "And what did you do?"

"Made our dinner? You said you wanted a feast tonight. This should be enough to celebrate." You said as if you didn’t burn down half of the town. Not even your best efforts could stop this from happening anyway.

The General looked at you skeptically. "Did you think I'd be happy eating something burnt to a crisp?"

ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: The ending has updated⏤

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What are three (among your) favorite fantasy weapons/tools? If you fell into a Dive to the Heart, which one would you Wield to gain its Powers and which would you Sacrifice to augment your stats/build?

ohhh man this is a tough one. favoured Fantasy Weapon for me kinda depends on context… i love to be contrarian so in a game thats primarily melee i wanna do ranged and vice versa, for instance. in a game thats all swords, if theres One axe or mace or an option to use fists, thats the one im attracted to.

if i free myself from the chains of Context… ok i think im gonna have a REALLY hard time picking three so im just gonna list some weapons/tools used in fantasy stuff that i think are cool (not strictly Fantasy Weapons because some of this shit is real But Not How THEY Use It!)

shields: not a weapon but so cool. i love shields. you can use them to attack if you want and there's so many styles.

chakram: i didn't really think much about these until playing dancer in ffxiv and now i'm really chakram pilled. also if you play the xena: warrior princess game for psx you can throw a flying chakram that you then directly control in near-first-person and explore the entire level using it. which i think i would be able to do also

staves: magic ones. not a boring bo staff. but also i want to use it like a bo staff & not just as a Spell Focus. fact: i was really excited for palutena in smash 4 because the idea of a staff+shield moveset was REALLY exciting to me but she barely swings the staff around at all… wasteful!

maces, flails: i'm a cleric at heart so i always feel warmed to see one of these guys. it's unfair to bundle these together because they're vastly different technique wise but whatever

kanabo: this is like, a little bit from column Staff, a little bit from column Mace. (ok you dont use a staff like youd use one of these but maybe i would.) its like a giant baseball bat from demon's hell. awesome toy

katars: these are more of a childhood fav but my very first 2nd class in ragnarok online was Assassin because i was obsessed with those cool hand blades. when i was a kid i asked for a katar (real) for my birthday and got one. & it sucked ass

pickaxe: just a cool shape

Just Throwing Shit: im always enchanted by this option when it's present. i love the idea of specializing in just Throwing stuff. Any stuff. the little bouncy hammer you can throw around in destiny 2 as a solar titan is a favorite example of this but many rpgs have "thrown weapon" specializations that dont necessarily correspond to any one weapon Shape. its awesome.

bows: i think they are cool. not much else to say

OK and if i fell into a dive to the heart and i had like a whole armory waiting for me ummmmmm i would… probably pick Staff and sacrifice Sword. this Literally matches what i did in my kh playthru stream which makes it sound kind of boring but, whatever! if magic exists im gonna wanna use it!!! if it doesnt im still gonna have a cool long stick!!!! cant lose!!! actually though if magic DOESNT exist i want a kanabo or chakrams. Thank you!

Honourable Mention: in ultima online there's a weapon called "Hammer Pick" thats like a normal claw hammer with an inordinately long handle. i always thought this was cool. food for thought

#chess ask

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