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I've gotten a lot better with my drinks, thank you kindly! I think sticking to one type helps keep my pranking fingers at bay. Jeez, I'm actually pretty long overdue for a good pranking... maybe Master Diluc ... maybe Miss Lisa...

Gah! Now you have me thinking of pranks, stop that.

[ He's trying to be good! Although, Zhongli may find it more bothersome to think back on spilled drinks, isn't that just life? A bunch of spilled drinks? They had a good laugh, even if Venti ran for his life in the process of it.

Even now... he thinks of it from time to time. ]

My timing is as it needs to be. I'll arrive promptly at the outskirts of Mondstadt's east gate and give you the best tour. The history, the gossip, and the best company you can expect. Just... let's avoid the church, eh? The sisters have been a bit agitated lately.

[ Funny enough, Venti's already taking down notes in a small leather notebook – all key points of his city and the people he'd introduce Zhongli to. Little stars and hearts around important bullet items line the paper, but... he stops between messages to soak it in. It's funny how the tables have turned...

Morax is not dead. That news brought him such joy, just as Venti's awakening must have done the same to the geo archon. The bard can't help but smile a bit wider. ]

There's just a few rules you have to follow. Ready to hear them?

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[ give Barbatos an inch and he takes a mile. what should he expect? this is the way it's always been. it had been close to half a century since he last heard his voice, and this is a welcome change from those prior frightful circumstances.

there's a tilt of his head as he looks him over, golden eyes flickering over the expressive Anemo Archon with a look of stone. ]

You've five hundred years to catch up on if you wish to rival those who now believe they have insight to the Geo Archon. Even if stone weathers the elements, all things change in time.

[ Barbatos had been gone and he had stood as resilient as a rock in Liyue from the time of the Cataclysm until his – well, much exaggerated – passing as the Geo Archon. that hadn't made it less lonely, and perhaps the years as such had softened to the point of admitting it. ]

Though that's certainly what makes them exciting. Perhaps you should look for new material if you want to embarrass me properly.

[ take that. ]

[ So many people fall victim to Venti's own ... charm. He sneaks away from such dialogues that offer little, but assists when he can (or wishes to). Yet, here he remains. Rooted to a chair, opposite of an old... friend? Companion? The definition feels blurry, so he just... stays. For once, he's still. ]

Wouldn't you be the one best suited to ensuring I'm up to speed, I wonder? Every little rumor and secret about a topic still sore on the hearts of Liyue's most loyal. Perhaps that is your mission in life now.

[ To..... use against him. Venti can see the optics – that Morax was not a fearsome foe nor the ally he needed to be in battle. They were something else now. Two catalyst for a future they truly had little say in. Their faith had aligned: in their people. Venti waves off to the local grocer girl, insisting on something else. A small shot, one that was fragrant as it was powerful. Some swill that didn't catch Venti's mind often, merely to celebrate. ]

Show me what's changed about Rex Lapis in his final days. For the Rex Lapis I heard of would not have been bested by a mere assassin. [ He air quotes mockingly, as if trying to still play as if they were undercover. Play... that certainly was one of Venti's favorite pass times.] You never confirmed, by the by!

[ The glasses are set – one in front of Zhongli and one in front of Venti. He takes it, holding it high to the sky. ]

I have 500 years to make up for forming an opinion of you. You best make sure it's a good one, hmm?

The Rex Lapis you know of wasn't bested by an assassin, you know that well enough. Even if you hadn't, I'd expect more creativity.

[ isn't that the important part?

the words aren't as cutting as he could make them – Morax had a way of being cruel when a sense of judgement or responsibility crossed his mind. instead, there's some warmth to it, as if something Venti said hundreds of years ago had sunk in. ]

Perhaps the Exuvia had cracked like stone, and something else was born of rock that day that meant to live among the mortals.

[ it wouldn't be too far from what Venti is now doing, would it? ]

It's a tantalizing alternative.

The Rex Lapis I know shall never return. That little scene ensured it.

[ Both in mentality and form. The sad truth of the matter was word spread like fire through Mondstadt at the Archon's apparent assassination – like a game of gossip, details get muddied. It wasn't until a busy Traveler provided Venti with more insight, the kind that brings them together here and now. ]

Creatively? Hmmm... Perhaps a giant sea monster dragged Rex Lapis down to the fathoms below the Harbor! All their squirmy little tendrils snuffing out the breath from the Exuvia and –

[ He erupts in laughter, clearly painting a picture that was more joking instead of meaning to be alarming. Insensitive, at his worst. Venti was mischief as much as he was the wind, child-like with how at times he doesn't dance around odd subjects. ]

Tantalizing... So if something new is born, you must earn my admiration, no? To rely on old times in this new life... seems a bit unfair. [ Curiously, he isn't wrong. Venti had cast aside shackles that Celestia placed upon him in a sense – with denying his form as Barbatos and the loss of his Gnosi. Yet... For Zhongli, it's different, isn't it? It still calls for him – Liyue, he means. ] Perhaps we should get to know each other. Just as we are now.

[ just when he believed that he had the upperhand, Venti shifted the conversation and once again, surprises him. it causes him to pause for the moment, stein gingerly between his gloved hands as if it were a delicate porcelain cup. he hovers over the drink with a look that seems pleasantly taken aback. it's an expression of touche that lasts a barest of moments in his golden eyes before he takes a sip. ]

... the story could do without the sea creature.

[ and as if in response, he makes it a long sip before setting the stein back on the table. he needs to drown out that memory. ]

Absence does not cause history to cease, but memories don't have to be tethers, either.

[ Zhongli was built for loneliness, but Venti was susceptible to his own sensitivities. while the Geo Archon could stand another five hundred, even a thousand years of loss, he knows that there are times that the grief comes from no where, and Barbatos is already at the edge of the precipice. ]

You've already invited me for an evening in Mondstadt to get reacquainted, unless you had something else in mind.

[ he knows Barbatos isn't as innocent as he likes to come off.

(also he still can't tell if this is a date. ah, well.) ]

Aw, but it's so dramatic...

[ He huffs under his breath, trying his best not to let such a notion linger. Is it the same as throwing a cat in the fray? Their preferences aside, a little careful ribbing was something fiercely still offered for them. That would never change.

How Venti looks at Zhongli now did. His eyes never settle. From mapping the cut of his jaw, comparing if his eyes were the same color as he remembers, and desperately searching for twitches of amusement. Venti was more sensitive than he lets on, but shoulders a burden as difficult as old Morax. While erosion doesn't tie him from experiencing life... perhaps his own loss insists he lives without apology. Recklessly, more accurately. ]

Huh? [ Snapped from his own musing, as if the bard always had his attention divided, Venti can feel the red rush to his features. They spread like fire as he looks away – waving for the girl tending to them to pick up his now empty glasses. ] I had quite a bit prepared, you know.

[ The words linger and he reaches to the small, weathered notebook tucked at his waist under his cape. He hadn't forgotten and truthfully, it's as vulnerable as he can be. It's laid between them, closed but still calling. ]

However, we're in a bit of a pickle! For everything written in this notebook was prepared for an old friend – not a new one! [ He has to ham this up because, yeah... what even is right now? The call to leave and experience the free city was there but... this was nice. Being idle, across from Zhongli with a view that he's beginning to truly soak in. His eyes linger too long, he clears his throat and opens the book with a glance downwards. ] Perhaps I can salvage a few things...

[ From Zhongli's perspective, he'd see quite a few pages have been ripped away, leaving the aftermath at the spine. Finally, ink stains on paper visible, but Venti defensively tilts the book away to hide as he scans it, humming all the way. ]

[ Zhongli is enjoying another long sip of wine, savoring it in the way that he does most pleasures in his retirement. Venti fondles the bound book between his fingers, and Zhongli opens a single golden eye to glance over at him, it's enough to catch the distinctive script of the Anemo Archon's penmanship, but little else.

when Venti leans away, Zhongli goes back to his drink. ]

At your leisure, of course. It's not as if I have much to do in my retirement but enjoy the scenery.

[ even if it's a gentle quip, he doesn't mind waiting for Venti in the least. the breeze is nice, the wine is sweet, and the bustle around them is lively enough to relax him. ]

Perhaps I can serve as some inspiration.

[ So many ideas had been written, some that were fiercely scribbled out that not even an attentive eye could make out the original content. Had he been drunk? Wrote something embarrassing? Even he can't quite remember, but it mattered not.

His thumb roams down the lines, finally settling on one: bring Zhongli to the only place that outwords him. ]

Have you ventured into Mondstadt's library, ever? Miss Lisa is a beautiful soul with enough electricity to put an old friend of ours to shame. Admirable as she runs the place, she is known for enjoying her strolls around this time.

[ As with the change of the guard... ]

There are a few things I wish to show you. Something you can bring back to Liyue to remember me fondly by!

[ For this wasn't merely a wine and dine, it was now entering espionage territory. Stealth missions that didn't involve the church? Consider Venti as playful as he was devoted to ensuring Zhongli remembers his time. ]

We'll be alone, I'm sure of it.

[ to Zhongli, he figures that it's both: Venti was drunk and written something embarrassing. yet, to Venti's credit, it's not as if he let much embarrass him, especially not in his own drunken stupor. it was strangely admirable, and something that Zhongli, despite all of his petty barbs, quite liked about him. ]

Admittedly this is the first that I've set foot back in Mondstadt since the unfortunate events of the past.

[ it's been a while: since Barbatos went to sleep, and since the darkness that engulfed Liyue. there was a lot to unpack there, but he doesn't go further into it.

to Barbatos, Mondstadt was fine to discover its own freedoms without him; to Morax, Mondstadt was a business transaction without Barbatos. ]

I know that the Knights of Favonius are quite diligent in their pursuit of the expansion of their collections. The current Grand Master has made some rare requests of Wanwen Bookhouse. I suppose even his title of Titan does not limit him, as there's interest of knowledge to pursue and a library to expand. Of course, the acting Grand Master has also made her share of requests.

[ there's a partial hint of a smile on his face as he crosses his legs elegantly at the knee. ]

That said, if there's something you wish to show me, I'd be inclined to oblige.

[ That answers one question. Selfishly, Venti wondered if he enjoyed Mondstadt for what it provides without him. A strange, jealous streak was there — childish, as much as his own view seemed to be on other matters. He didn’t ask to go jumping in puddles or climb the tree in Windrise, Venti invited Zhongli to something he truly believed he would enjoy. ]

Ah, the Knights and Grand Master have their own affairs. Some stray from traditional rules, some… marching to the beat of their own drum.

[ Venti thinks of someone, his mouth feels sour. Only a moment before he forced a wincing smile in his face. The thoughts of a Cavalry Captain walking a line Venti cannot interfere with... it was uncomfortable at best. ]

I am sure all of their requests are more… tame, but the Library is quite something! I think you would enjoy it and I, the one who had helped some of the stories in the very pages of those books, feel responsible to curate the masses for your own amusement.

[ They both know the state of what happened in Mondstadt, of the ups and downs– even songs were not immune to being spread about such rocky waves. Thus is Liyue. Thus is Inazuma. Thus is the lands beyond. Here and now, Venti fortunately uses his last bit of favor to clear their tab and up he goes, snatching the book up with a dramatic thump. ]

Join me, then. I assure you will not be bored.

[ five-hundred years had passed, and Barbatos was still the same in many ways. selfish in his own right, but giving in others. it was the way of the Anemo Archon to catch himself in whatever way the wind took him. connecting again after so long feels as if they had just parted ways yesterday, like the time from one moment to another had been a hours rather than hundreds and hundreds of years.

perhaps that was also because of Barbatos. ]

Very well. [ the glass goes to the table for a final time. ] I'll consider that a promise.

[ some things about the Lord of Geo never change, as much as other parts had.

when it comes to the matter of payment, Zhongli clears his throat and tells Sara to bill it to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. it's not as if he didn't have mora, but more like he didn't think of bringing it on this little excursion (which meant, of course, that he didn't have any mora). there's not much for Sara to do, and by the time she accepts, Zhongli is already strolling up the stone pathway to the Knights' Headquarters.

the day has come to life, and Mondstadt bustles around him in gossip, laughter and bright colors. it puts him at ease, much like the way that Liyue Harbor does. people are people, no matter where he goes, Liyue and Mondstadt are no different. ]

It seems that you've already made yourself acquainted with Mondstadt's new band of knights. [ he's a little curious. ] There has been turnover since you've last roused from your last slumber.

[ What did they say wind was?

It came and went.

Five-hundred years was here and gone, but when Venti looks across to Zhongli it feels as if he has much catching up to do. Eager to do so, more than he'd readily admit to himself, they end up calling it quits for a calm chat out in the life of the city. It wasn't as if they didn't talk – or at least, feel the reality and gravity that their old age and status brought them together once more.

Venti isn't going to argue with payments nor how they are quick to leave but – the city was still unraveling to the visitor. Shops opening up or calling out to passerbys and children run in the streets. Venti is left stopping every so often – catching a fly ball with a tiny gust of wind before chucking it back.

This was as normal as they could get. Venti wasn't going to ignore he checks Zhongli's attention – seeing where his eyes drift, wondering what thoughts fill his mind. When they arrive up the stairs to the Headquarters, he rocks back and forth idly as he lags behind. ]

As with time, such a thing is unavoidable. I hear there's a woman leading quite the tight ship over in the Harbor too. I... do feel good about this one, though! Acting Grand Master Jean has proven herself kind and just, she reminds me of...

[ Vennessa, but the name is all but caught on his tongue. ]

a leader. Which, we truly do need here! Damn that Barbatos for slacking off.

[ Zhongli is as steady in his sway as he is in his nature. his golden eyes don't stray much from their destination, only momentarily distracted by fine architecture or well-crafted goods. each step has intention, even from the short distance between the main square and the Knights' Headquarters. Zhongli is a difficult person to deter, especially once his mind has been set on a destination.

Venti plays along the way, and Zhongli can feel the slight kiss of the breeze on his cheek as the wind flutters and the ball is returned, ruffling Venti's cape in soft billows of fabric. the Anemo Archon is both to-and-fro, occasionally in front of him or lagging behind. Zhongli keeps his pace consistent. ]

Many. She has corresponded with the Tianquan and the the Yuheng, as well as the Millelith depending on the circumstances at the border. She seems quite the capable commander, not unlike those fashioned for the position the past.

[ he caught that, Barbatos. ]

Perhaps your absence inspires action. After all, the Knights of Favonius has quite the longevity for an institution conceived in the concept of freedom.

[ when they reach the top of the steps the stairs, both Wood and Wyratt give the pair a curious glance as they pause in front of the stone building. ]

[ Venti has to time this perfectly, to prepare every lie and fib to get inside the library. While, he himself, did have right to such a space – Venti does not. The place would be secluded and perhaps he'll curate the best selections of books for Zhongli to take back to Liyue with... or Venti would just continue to enjoy a fond, old feeling with his friend. Something that strangely felt more exciting than he'd like to admit.

For the most part, Venti does pay attention when Zhongli speaks – nodding and humming with amusement. The mortals always provided such interesting interweaving stories, sometimes it was hard to keep up. ]

Hmph. Capable as she is good-natured. [ It seems both of their nations were in good hands. Venti skips ahead of Zhongli, spinning on his heels. ] If my absence lessens an iron-tight grip, let the flowers of freedom breathe and blossom!

[ He's able to get that giddy, childish suggestion out before winking – turning to the two in front. ]

Hello, hello! [ From his booklet, he pulls out a ... very curious letter. Adorned in gold, inked with purple, the letter was handed off and given to Wyratt with an innocent smile. ] Miss Lisa has asked for me to provide a quick tour of the library in her absence. Our friend from Liyue, Mr. Zhongli of the drop-dead amazing funeral parlor of yore, has requested a few books on Mondstadt's original funeral processions for clients. I am his guide!

[ Wyratt hums, looking through – tilted gaze between the two archons and then down to the letter. He flips it, where Zhongli can see Lisa's signature at the bottom and assumingly the text mirroring the same explanation. ]

Eh? Do you question our Librarian?

[ He has to turn the heat up a little... ]

[ there's Barbatos, always so dramatic. a sigh comes from his lips — as if he knew what he was getting into and was resigned to it – as he takes a long stride behind him. they pause outside the Knights Headquarters, and Zhongli falls quiet for the moment to watch Barbatos work. there's something fascinating about the way that he causes mischief to get what he wants, like little gears inside of his head turning in directions that no one would expect. hundreds of years ago he wouldn't have appreciated it, but now he does.

his expression remains level as Wyratt takes the paper into his hand for examination. from what Zhongli can tell from the brief anxiety on the man's face is that no one wishes to cross this librarian. when the young knight opens his mouth to ask another question, Zhongli interjects. ]

The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has served the people of Liyue since the time of the Archon War, and has existed for the last seventy-seven generations. They proceeded over the Rite of Passage of Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon, and conduct various Adepti funeral rooted heavily in Liyue's own traditions. Ms. Lisa has been grateful enough to allow me the leisure of searching her tomes.

[ and he speaks with enough authority to quiet him as he looks between the letter and Zhongli. ]

As the passing of the Geo Archon is recent, I mean to further my own knowledge to compliment the traditions of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You may consider me a type of envoy.

[ Wood is the one who seems more composed. he regards Zhongli and then looks directly at Venti. Why would you be chosen for his guide?

he's seen him around at the bar.

Zhongli says, deadpan: ]

He does almost anything for a drink.

[ IS THAT A JOKE.... ]

[ Venti is rarely entrusted with anything these days. A reputation of an Archon means little to the wisp playing his role as 'bard' to heart. He can't simply get away with much – even since he learned his lessons from the witty sisters who refuse his claim as Barbatos. He tries, in his mischief, to provide a story worth telling. Their alibi relied on it.

With the letter taken and Zhongli beginning to discuss and rant. Venti's eyes glaze over, his patience tested but truthfully... there's something trusting about the Geo's words. Succulent and true, with no ferocious bite akin to Morax – it was different in a way.

However, Venti slumps forward at the notion for a drink. Way to call him a whore!?!

His loafer slams down to Zhongli's foot in rebellion, laughing and trying to cover his own little joke. ]

The jokesters in Liyue, I tell you...! Ms. Lisa asked me, specifically, for I know the stories and rhymes lost in time. My bardly knowledge is vast and my keen eye so surpassed...

[ Yes, he's rhyming. Charm earns him a performance where both part to the front entrance reluctantly. ]

And our neighbors must be able to learn as much as their knowledge yearns. This quest of wisdom and rites starts here and Ms. Lisa is too terribly overworked and a bit cranky, I have been tasked to lessen her burden.

[ A glance to Zhongli, nervously with a small smirk.

...Are they let in? :/ ]

[ as if he were a statue, Zhongli stands admirably with a stony posture as Venti slams down on his foot as if he they were have a misstep amid a dance. it makes him look official (more official than he actually is, but about as official as he likes to believe he may be).

he clears his throat. ]

Unless you'd like to take it up with her, then by all means we will wait for you to do so. Of course, we have the afternoon to our leisure, and she may well not.

[ Zhongli does not know this Ms. Lisa, but from the way Venti is mischievously dropping hints, he doubts that these two would wish to deal with her at her crankiest. he sees the two Knights glance between each other and then Wood cast a glance that says do you want to test this? and of course, Wryatt does not.

so, they let them pass, all with Zhongli striding forward like the belongs there. ]

[ Such is any story: there must be a threat. As utterly beautiful Lisa is, she is quite scary. The hair on the back of Venti's neck raises as if electro already fills the air. The pathway was revealed and the door cracked open. Zhongli takes lead and Venti scrambles with a tilt of his cap to follow.

Ask no questions, keep your eyes straight. ]

Since when were you a gambler?! I think you like playing pretend just as much as I do, ehehe.

[ The entranceway was silent and Venti takes lead – nudging the man as he passes with his elbow. The library calls their name behind large, sturdy doors. Perhaps, in a way, the most guarded in the entire building. The hinges cry as Venti pushes the door open and the empty, expanse of tomes and books were as far as the eye can see. ]

Ah... I do love the smell of history and stories.

I know when a hand is in my favor.

[ there was a lot he gambled his little stunt on when he faked his own death. perhaps he's learned over the decades in Barbatos' absence that there's a place for trickery. or maybe seeing Barbatos again has stroked that mischievous side of his.

he steps into a little bit of history when he's in Mondstadt's famed library, his shoes clicking against the tiles as he sways past Venti and the short shelves that line the interior of the top floor. with a long stride he slips his hands behind his back and begins to pace the outside of the walls, looking very much like he belongs in a place like this, Liyue or Mondstadt.

the room weaves into a thought-out layout of mazes of books, sometimes ending in a dead end with a chair and table, other times leading to another maze of books.

for the moment, Zhongli is quiet. ]

Uh huh. Suuuuure. Go, enjoy yourself like some child in a candy store.

[ Truthfully, there were only a few books Venti would suggest now to Zhongli. Not ones of history, of Mondstadt's rebellion, or the old fairy tales mothers tell their children before bed. Perhaps they were books of poems or songs that he created, collected by a ghost writer. Venti, of course, was a little arrogant like that.

However, as there is silence... so silence remains. Venti doesn't bother him for some time. A soft thud of a book being pulled from its tightly-fit shelf or a squeak of his shoes, sure, but he lets Zhongli roam.

It feels lonely already, but this was for him. Venti allows these moments of peace for a small bit.

But, of course, mischief does return. As Zhongli passes by a row of shelves in the middle of the room, a soft pssst was visible and a book rumbles, as if begging to be pulled out of the slot it was tucked away into.

Does Zhongli go along with this? ]

[ the little bard may be arrogant, but Zhongli has always enjoyed Venti's poetry and songs. now that he's become more involved in the arts and writings of Liyue, he appreciates Venti's talents even more.

but he does have to make Venti work for the appreciation.

when the book tilts out toward him he almost walks past it as if he were on a separate mission. however, he stops at the last moment, taking a long step backward in stride to examine the spine of the exposed book. he grabs it past the spine (he's done this before), examines the title then with a long, gloved finger, pushes it back in.

despite the semi-cheeky little look of victory on his face, he does linger near where the book presented itself to him, curious to see if it does so again. ]

[ With the book pushed back in, it's immediately sent flying forward – shooting across to the opposite row. There could be a hundred reasons for why a book would move on its own. It could be haunted! There could be a precise librarian moving a misplaced book. But, no. An ex-Archon peers through the opening left behind on the other side.

Pouting like an absolute child with brows furrowed down.

If Zhongli was to look.

If he doesn't, certainly, something else happens... ]

[ vroom.

there it goes, buzzing past his hips and causing the fake Vision to jingle at his rear. with slight pivot of his heels and a few steps of his long legs, he goes to gather the book carefully.

Venti gets humored, and Zhongli, with book in hand, leans down just slightly, bending at his hip, to peer a golden eye through the empty space where the book at once been. ]

[ By the time his tall form doubles down and his features were visible on the other side, he'd feel nothing but a rough gust of air blow in his face. Not enough force to push him back or such, just tussle his hair.

When he looks, Venti is peering on the other side with the faint glow of cyan braids lighting his face. ]

Find anything to take home to Liyue?

[ somehow, Zhongli retains his dignity while the bookshelf farts in his face. he raises and his hair falls back into place, brushing against his cheeks as he sighs and looks over the cover of the book that all but forced itself into his hand. ]

Rather, something has found me. [ with one arm crossed over the other, he lifts the book with his wrist, giving Venti a good view of its cover. ] Does this look familiar to you?

[ somehow – somehow – he doubts it. ]

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