Salt and sand [The sound of the ocean isn't alarming to Dan Heng when he wakes. In all honesty, it's actually quite comforting, being rocked by the waves in as he dozes. Except he shouldn't be, and it's that alarming realization that has him splashing awake in the surf, staring dumbfounded.] ...This isn't the Luofu.
[And it wasn't a dream, apparently. The smell of cooking food nearby draws his eyes to the festival setting up, curiosity clear in his gaze. Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to mind the seawater and sand soaking every inch of him, for someone in such ornate clothing. He pushes himself up to his feet, glancing around for anyone nearby who might be willing to offer answers to a few questions.]
Festival of the Sun [Somewhere in between his arrival and now, Dan Heng has somehow managed to acquire a pad of paper and writing tools. He'd bartered help at one of the booths, because while his phone was useful, it had no service here. And he'd always had something of a preference for written notes.
Which is how he can be found making quiet notes about the variety of shells he's collected for the seashell hunt, as well as taking notes on whatever sea life he sees. He's currently observing a tiny ambystoma with open fascination.
He's... got quiet a bit of information written down, in fact. Not just on the wildlife, but what little information he'd been able to get from the locals.
Also how did he get a shell quite that big? It looks fresh from the ocean floor, actually.]
This is Ecology [After finally managing to rest and find some time in which to change his appearance to something a little less eye-catching, Dan Heng sets out to explore. The answers to his questions are unfortunately few, but maybe exploring the environment more will offer some more idea of the kind of place this is, and hopefully a place where he can manage to contact the Express. The lack of communication service continues to be a frustration.
At the very least, last he saw everyone... they seemed alright. None of his friends had been badly hurt. The general had been the worst for wear, but even he seemed mostly exhausted. That knowledge was something of a comfort, right now.
The variety of fauna on this planet was making that difficult, though.
He's had to cut through more clinging vines than he'd really like to with his spear, grimacing as he wipes muck off the weapon. Unfortunately, that means he also ends up stumbling into a flower patch while his eyes are focused on trying to find vines.
A few breaths of pollen is all it takes for his vision to darken. The vines creep closer.] ... I was too careless.
[OOC: In the first two prompts, Dan Heng is in his original form (spoilers for 1.2), featured in the first link. In the last prompt he's rested up and returned to a more mundane looking form to better fit in, because he's Weird Like That and dislikes attracting attention. He's coming fresh from the end of 1.2, but I will keep spoilers to a minimum if asked!]
Dan Heng | Honkai: Star Rail (spoilers for patch 1.2!)
[The sound of the ocean isn't alarming to Dan Heng when he wakes. In all honesty, it's actually quite comforting, being rocked by the waves in as he dozes.
Except he shouldn't be, and it's that alarming realization that has him splashing awake in the surf, staring dumbfounded.] ...This isn't the Luofu.
[And it wasn't a dream, apparently. The smell of cooking food nearby draws his eyes to the festival setting up, curiosity clear in his gaze. Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to mind the seawater and sand soaking every inch of him, for someone in such ornate clothing. He pushes himself up to his feet, glancing around for anyone nearby who might be willing to offer answers to a few questions.]
Festival of the Sun
[Somewhere in between his arrival and now, Dan Heng has somehow managed to acquire a pad of paper and writing tools. He'd bartered help at one of the booths, because while his phone was useful, it had no service here. And he'd always had something of a preference for written notes.
Which is how he can be found making quiet notes about the variety of shells he's collected for the seashell hunt, as well as taking notes on whatever sea life he sees. He's currently observing a tiny ambystoma with open fascination.
He's... got quiet a bit of information written down, in fact. Not just on the wildlife, but what little information he'd been able to get from the locals.
Also how did he get a shell quite that big? It looks fresh from the ocean floor, actually.]
This is Ecology
[After finally managing to rest and find some time in which to change his appearance to something a little less eye-catching, Dan Heng sets out to explore. The answers to his questions are unfortunately few, but maybe exploring the environment more will offer some more idea of the kind of place this is, and hopefully a place where he can manage to contact the Express. The lack of communication service continues to be a frustration.
At the very least, last he saw everyone... they seemed alright. None of his friends had been badly hurt. The general had been the worst for wear, but even he seemed mostly exhausted. That knowledge was something of a comfort, right now.
The variety of fauna on this planet was making that difficult, though.
He's had to cut through more clinging vines than he'd really like to with his spear, grimacing as he wipes muck off the weapon. Unfortunately, that means he also ends up stumbling into a flower patch while his eyes are focused on trying to find vines.
A few breaths of pollen is all it takes for his vision to darken. The vines creep closer.] ... I was too careless.
[OOC: In the first two prompts, Dan Heng is in his original form (spoilers for 1.2), featured in the first link. In the last prompt he's rested up and returned to a more mundane looking form to better fit in, because he's Weird Like That and dislikes attracting attention. He's coming fresh from the end of 1.2, but I will keep spoilers to a minimum if asked!]