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september event

September Event
Welcome to Teyvat - a vast magical world of adventure.
Before we depart for our next destination, it seems Forneus has arranged a treasure hunt for everyone... on the beach?

A compass-shaped device nearby allows for the summoning of Waverider boats. These boats are piloted by slotting one's Vision into a slot near the steering wheel. There's a catch, though - if a Waverider is nearby, the device will not summon another. Meaning if you are traveling with a friend, there will only be one boat. Better decide who's going to drive.

Minnacious Isle seems to hold a ruin that's upside down. Investigating the monuments and various puzzles might tell you why. Forneus has left various Golden Apples hidden in chests around the islands - find them, and he promises a reward for you. Better get out there and turn over some stones!
State of the World
The Travelers' next destination is the nation of the Electro Archon. However, Forneus needs time to figure out a way to smuggle everyone in - Inazuma is under a Sakoku Decree, preventing anyone from going in and out without express authorization. However, he says he has a contact within Inazuma who can facilitate everyone's permits... but it takes time. For now, he hopes you'll enjoy your time on the islands. The oppressive atmosphere of Inazuma means relaxation won't be on the schedule for quite some time.
Questions about this event can be asked below!
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Though he catches sight of the bird once or twice, he doesn't take mind of it - not until it passes by his deaf side with a whip of feathers to snatch a shell near where he treads the line between the sand and dirt. He doesn't hear, but the sudden flash in his peripheral gets him to jump, trip, and tumble unceremoniously into the sand.
It only takes him 2 seconds to see red.
August can have fun watching some angry one-handed teenager with a scarred face full of sand chasing Julian with a loaded gun.]
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Leave my fucking bird alone, asshole!
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It also means he doesn't catch the bolt hitting the sand at his feet until the sand is flying with a crack. He chokes in a breath, throwing his hand out on reflex to counteract with Pyro and gain some distance --
-- which... sort of works, given that it immediately causes an explosion and sends the redhead launching backwards, blowing the wind out of him as his back hits the sandbar and he tumbles head-over-heels to a stop, the front of him still smoking. Ow.
His gun has gone flying off into who knows where, so at least Julius is safe for now!]
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That's what you get.
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[Hello, he is still here prone on the sand, looking like he has 1) pain and 2) regrets, probably due to the pain. The second August opens his mouth, though, Lutha's face draws together with an incredulous glare -- or the best he can manage, looking practically sideways at the dude from his position on the ground.]
W-what I get? What I get for what??
For fuck's sake--- Are you the jackass that shot at me??
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It's an animal -- if you fucking cared about what happens to it then train it better instead of having it fucking jump out at people and maybe it won't end up as someone's meal. [Goddammit, where is his gun, though... he swore he just had it.]
Have you heard about using your goddamn mouth? You could have fucking killed me!
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[How dare you insult Julian by calling him an animal?]
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As much as Lutha would love to think he is subtle, it will be very easy to tell August has hit a nerve, mostly because the redhead is now immediately trying to push himself out of his prone state like he would be up in August's face if he were not very thoroughly on the ground.]
If he belongs to you then take some fucking responsibility!
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I can handle him just fuckin' fine, when there's not a fucking lunatic with a fucking gun running around! What is your problem?
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[Doesn't matter that the problem was that Lutha got startled and then got hurt and then got embarrassed and decided shooting the bird down was the easiest way to solve all of that in one fell swoop.]
If you can't even bother with that then you're part of the fucking problem.
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Yeah, because yelling at a lunatic with a gun isn't a great way to get shot or anything. I didn't even hit you--you did that all on your own. The only problem I see here is the guy who thinks running around with a fucking gun is a good idea.
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And it's my goddamn weapon. Are you an idiot? We keep running into enough shit out here as it is.
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Keep it out of people's way and maybe it won't end up as food.
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It's a bird. Birds are edible. [Lots of things are edible if you don't think about it but at least birds are a decent sort of edible.] If you care that fucking much about it and don't care about your fucking food, then actually keep it away from other people or give it a fucking tag or something.
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If I shot at everything that pissed me off, you'd have been on the ground five minutes ago.
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(Julian, meanwhile, has flown off. He's either getting the hell out of dodge or getting an adult.)]
Then shoot me. C'mon, you weren't afraid to go after my bird, so come after me.
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So that's exactly what he tries to do. It doesn't matter that he only has one hand, that he's thin as a rail, or that the front of his outfit is still scorched. He beelines directly for August with the intent to slam a closed fist straight up into his jaw.]
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And try to get an elbow in Lutha's chest, because fuck you.]
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It won't stop him from blindly groping for a hold on August with that hand that missed his hair before. His clothes, his other arm, his stupid face- anything, he doesn't care, so long as he can pin August still for a half second. Damn this glove, it's hard to dig his nails in like this.]
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