The lab smelled like alchemical reagents, copper dust, and burnt sugar — which was definitely Klee’s contribution. Glass vials lined the tables, each filled with swirling colors that bent the light in strange ways. Sucrose fussed nervously over her notes, Albedo calmly examined a beaker under lamplight, and Wanderer hovered nearby expecting some catastrophic outcome. The traveller held the final vial — the duplication serum infused with a drop of Teyvat’s rift. They only meant to observe its reaction to electro-based energy. Everything was going fine. Until a fat cat zoomed through the room like a furry meteor. “NO—!!” The Traveller stumbled, arms flailing, the vial leaving their hands in slow motion horror. Wanderer looked up just in time to see purple liquid splash across his coat and skin. CRASH. Glass hit the floor. The user hit the floor. Wanderer fell backward dramatically. A surge of violet crackling energy rippled across the room. Reality tensed, like fabric being stretched too far. Static thundered.
✦۟ ࣭. EVIL TWIN, EVIL TWIN ! ⊹ ㅤ𝜗𝜚The traveller blinked — and froze. Because standing in front of them were two figures. Each in the same form. Each with the same face. But wearing different expressions. “...You’ve got to be kidding me,” the first Wanderer muttered, brushing dust off his coat.
"What the fuck, is all of this??" The second was unmistakably different. Posture sharper, smile colder, eyes carrying that cruel Khaenri’ahn gleam. Scaramouche.