: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=0003000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-20T03:19:07.112+0000) *The one changing and twisting it's own form was run through, falling and clawing at the spear, attempting to break it off. A flurry of kicks and swipes would have gone towards the attacker, some getting dangerously close to taking their head clean off - but all missed. The sand began to churn, quite a ways away... but something was different; what burst forth was a Voidspawn, for certain, but it flew high into the air and landed in a thud.* *A brief moment later, the body would be pushed aside as something else crawled it's way out from beneath the sand, waiting a moment to look around.* *As Sheelal was fighting the first pair, another would manage to get around behind them and lash out while they were busy decapitating a fifth target. This one was fortunate as it struck hard and fast, Swiping at the man's head - a blow sure to concuss.* *However, there was something else. Something... different. Several Voidspawn were felled by an unknown source, seemingly struck by dozens of magical bolts from the distance, the violet energy streaking out from the distance to slam into Void-corrupted flesh, rending and tearing a swathe of them to nothing more than rotting chunks.* *Five were felled by this unseen savior. There were, however, still about twelve more.* *Flesh strong. Hide. Subvert. INFEST. Burrow. CORRUPT. CONSUME. BECOME VOID.* *Many flesh dead. Hide. Wait. FEAST. EVOLVE. BECOME VOID.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=00030000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-20T05:07:03.349+0000) “PIERCE THE HIDES!” “MOVE!” “On your right, brother!” As the changing was pierced and ran through, the man behind the spear only served to deepen the pain, twisting the weapon and making sure its serrated edges dug about, sliding into the soft flesh beneath. Others came close as well, around another warrior coming in and attempting to pierce the creature’s arm down whilst drawing forth a short curved blade and entering combat with yet another. Seeing that their chieftain though was in danger, one of the warriors grasped at what appeared to be a pair of rocks strung together by rope... Whipping the rocks at intense speeds, the warrior hissed as she let the rocks sling forth, wrapping about the beast from behind and stopping one of them from approaching Qymaen. However, a warrior was not a warrior without instincts, and one was not so careless enough as to allow himself to get struck so easily. As it swiped at his head, Qymaen’s blade had suddenly sang forth, deflecting the blow... Albeit, with a slight hiss as his arm was going over an unnatural angle... The man snarled, proceeding to spin the blade in hand before allowing it to try and penetrate the one who had attempted to concuss him. His arm was a lot more strained now, but he could settle for it. However, as he continued to fight amongst the many... Magical bolts struck void corrupted flesh. He watched as the beast’s were torn apart, rendering them into nothing but chunks and husks... “BORU ATTTTTTA!” He roared loudly, his entourage shouting out together as they grouped up close, spears and swords at the ready. Qymaen brought forth a kick digging into the sand, blinding the beasts before him and attempting to go for an immediate double strike, trying to down two of them before hopefully regrouping with his clan members. “Someone has helped us...” One of them mumbled as the creatures continued to approach. Qymaen, grasping one of the spears, hefted it up before suddenly tossing the weapon forth, aimed at one of the remaining twelve. “Help or not, we must fight. Do not stop, do not surrender, AND FIGHT UNTIL YOU DIE UPON YOUR FEET!” His words, quick and simple, the clan leader spun his blades loosely as he waited for them to approach, or rather, waited to see just what was providing such assistance. The energy though... His eyes narrowed.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=00030000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-19T19:58:12.717+0000) *The closest Void-corrupted body would shriek as it's flesh was torn into, then fall violently still and silent, falling limp as the blade pierced through their neck and out the back - severing the spinal column cleanly. The second that attempted to strike from behind it's fallen brethren, but only ended up toppled over by the corpse as the ruined form was thrown onto it.* *Four more finally clawed out from beneath the sands, and rushed to the fight from the sidelines.* *Kill Flesh. FEAST. Knit Bone. Tear sinew. EVOLVE. BECOME VOID.* *One of the deformed creatures seemed able enough to tackle one of Sheelal's men, swiping across their exposed neck as ichor splashed outwards. The massive, lengthy bone-spike would then be driven through the soldier's chest - piercing clean through the heart - before being pulled out, soaking the sand in dull red in clots and blots.* *That particular creature would stand, beginning to shake and shudder... a brief moment later, the singular spine would begin to splinter and crack, snapping apart. If allowed, it could change further...* *Warmth. Blood. Essence. FEAST. EVOLVE. BECOME VOID.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=000300000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-19T22:00:32.765+0000) The toppled void being would find one of Qymaen’s blades slamming into it’s neck, aiming once more for her another vital spot before wrenching the blade back into his grasp. He leapt back, kicking up sand before dashing straight into the fray yet again. He dashed deep into the hoard before him, unleashing a flurry of bladed strikes left and right. His moves were graceful, yet they carried an almost violent, almost beast-like power as he danced about, his blades a gracious flurry of tempered steel. He kicked another one into the dirt before slicing it’s skull clean off, twisting about and attempting to aim for the kneecaps of another to bring it down to a knee before thrusting a blade into its skull. As his men cried out in their language, speaking in tongue, one of them was tackled as their throat was slit. Just as it pierced the heart, pulling it right back out, one of the men roared loudly and attempted to pierce the beast’s body with a spear, followed by two of his other escorts, their masked visages fierce. They hoped to pierce the beast and take it down, hopefully penetrating its hide and killing it lest they cry for their leader’s help. However, a member of the Tulak never cried... They fought until the end.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=000300000000,timestamp=2019-09-19T04:32:14.910+0000) > >Going to try something I saw in a book once. Sorry if it seems weird. *They moved forwards, hissing and screeching.* *Confused. Light gone. Unextinguished. Warmth present.* *Warmth. Bad. Warmth. CONSUME.* *The closest of the beasts swiped at Sheelal; it's limb a twisted mockery of what once was, hardened into steel-flesh by the Void's corruption - a dangerous weapon, viciously directed at their head.* *There were more still in the distance, the sand beginning to become disturbed all around the encampment.* *Flesh become weapon. Flesh become Void. CONSUME.* *Bring Void flesh. FEAST. GROW. CHANGE.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=0003000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-19T16:48:59.139+0000) > No problem. It’s not weird at all. Tempered steel met enhanced flesh in a clang of steel as the sand became disturbed around them. The very shock of the clang traveled up the warrior’s arm, yet he did not budge an inch despite his opponent’s more physical power and defense. His sword skidded across the beast’s steel-flesh limb, creating sparks and blinding the creature for a few brief moments. In a manner of seconds, Qymaen’s next blade was thrust forth straight for the creature’s eye. Tossing his other blade high into the air, he attempted to strike a sudden kick into the once human’s midriff, hopefully kicking them back enough for him to grab his sword and lunged forth at the next enemy. Blade ready, he attempted to slice the beast’s head off with one fell swoop, hoping to slice through that thinly neck of its and decapitate it. He needed stronger weapons someday...
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2019-09-19T03:15:01.468+0000) > > Marked for Classic Universe. Let me know if that changes at any point. *Silence for hours. Then, well after the meals of the camp were over, movement.* *In the distance, the sand slowly shifted. The desert itself was crawling, a few hundred feet away, with a slow-creeping rupture. The sand peeled back, revealing a single clawed limb creeping out, scratching and scraping at the topsoil. Then, another set of disruptions on the surface - dozens of them.* *Slowly, the creatures managed to get up and out of the desert's depths, screeching and hissing at one another before noticing the harsh, shimmering fire - and began to move towards it, hateful and wishing for it to be snuffed out.* *Their forms were humanoid in nature, lanky and ravaged by alien influences. Their three eyes slightly glimmering in the dark, motes of light in dim lighting. There would be aproximately twenty or so of these forms, slowly shambling forwards and staring forwards, eyelights unblinking.* *As the light would begin to reveal more of their details, it would become quite alarmingly clear - these monsters once were human.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gs5z3mJJ,comment-id=00030000,timestamp=2019-09-19T03:54:37.053+0000) > I will, thank you. X3 As the hours passed, so too did Qymaen’s meal. Whilst most people would dare not sleep under such close distance, considering this was the nearest landmark to... the epicenter of where this began, Qymaen was not like those people. Sleep was essential, and as such, every warrior required it. He had lain himself close to a pitched tarp right beside the camel that laid near him, but all good rests must come to an end. An inhuman wail filled the air, and along with it a few more. The animal that the Chieftain had lain against had gone almost rabid as it rose up, bucking about as it cried out. Slowly, but surely, Qymaen came too with his mask slipped up to soak in the cold desert winds. He rose up slowly, taking a look about as his campsite was seemingly invaded by... the corrupted. Those who were either too slow, too unlucky, or perhaps simply too foolish. “Once human, but no longer,” Came his simple reply as he grasped a torch, tossing it out and at the collective gathering of these monsters. Bringing his hands to his sides, he brandished forty two simple steel blades before settling into an almost loose yet unnatural stance. Feet spread apart, arms kept at a length, one blade held above his head with another below his torso, he glanced at them all. His feet dug into the sandy floors... His blades reflected the moonlight... The fire suddenly went cold. Qymaen’s form was a blur, propelling himself forward with his blades in hand, ready to meet these creatures head on!
: Huntress in the Dark - Ask Kai'Sa / Kaisa
_”Over there, brother... Another one, yes?”_ From beneath the cover of Shurima’s clear night skies were none other than a small tribe of warriors gathered about and outside their home. A village crafted and built up from nothing more than hard work and pain as well as blood. Each of their faces, clad within a mask of bone in the likeness of some demon, their bodies covered by cloaks whilst wielding individual weapons. Just outside of the village laid some sorta of wriggling beast that seemed hellbent on screeching... Well, at one point. “Yes, I can see... They’ve began to increase. Could it be the Xer’sai?” Another piped up as he crouched down, looking over the beast’s side as well as examining it for any wounds. However, before he could go any further, a blade was suddenly lodged within the skull of this voidling’s carapace covered skull. From atop a smooth rock stood a man far different than either of them, and unlike them, his mask seemed to carry a sort of presence about it as well as posture. “Ah, Lord [Sheelal](https://docs.google.com/document/d/10EBf4y5usP3JUSLxBdJfzDqTIP6CQPLL3P81PJKWip0), forgive us... We spotted another of the creatures coming near, but we believed it to be beneath your presence. Forgive us, lord.” One of them spoke of, a female as she kneeled upon the sand following the others. Qymaen, however, hopped off the rock before walking over to the dead beast, grasping at his blade yet again before wrenching it free of its prison. “...Fetch me some supplies as well as one of the steeds. I have a long journey ahead of me...” Before they could protest, he began turning around, walking straight for the village yet again. He would need to find where this infestation began, and why it was coming this far out when the Sai owned the lands near these... ___ Weeks have gone by, and as they did, so did the Tulak Chieftain’s long journey. He had to avoid taking the main route which lead him through the lands of the Sai lest he wish for an early grave. Whilst he would ignore something like this, he simply couldn’t. Infestations had begun to arrive and they were growing nearer and nearer with each passing day. What was the cause? What was the beast? Nonetheless, he was hoping that if he could find it, no matter how tough a shell was, nor how sharp their claws were, he would deal with it. Sai Kahleek... Qymaen had stopped briefly, making camp and halting the movement of the camel he had brought forth for this trip. Once he made sure the beast was calm, the man had eventually started up a fire and brought forth some salted meats. Whilst they cooked upon a stick and over the fire, the chieftain thought of what was going to happen now. “...Perhaps the Xer’sai are the reason? Although, that would make no sense... The Queen’s an animal, and she’s as greedy as any beast. Why share her territory with anything else? No, there’s more to this, and it lies somewhere...” He mumbled, pulling up his mask to allow himself some fresher air as the cold nights descended. He just sat there now, awaiting any possible signs of danger as well as the finishing of his food to be done preparing. Who knows who, or what, lied out there?
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-16T23:08:50.439+0000) > “Nonsense. If that was a possible solution, believe me, the Void wouldn’t be as dangerous as it is. Amputation would simply rid you of an arm, a limb, something you require. Not to mention, I have no idea how your body might react to having a limb sliced off. The Void, as you said, spreads. I have to cut the Void from the source, or at the very least, try and cut you away from it. I’ve already devised a few solutions, and the only answer I might have is something akin to treating a poisonous bite. Sometimes, you need a bigger poison.” He paused for a few brief moments to see if the woman understood what he had said. "True, priest." Stoically spoken in response but it seemed only more interested as he went on, nodding along occasionally. "One does not simply unmake ascended, you will find the task nearly impossible but I have faith in you, despite your human limitations. It is, after all, humanity that created the sacred icons of Shurima." What it meant was the sun discs, vague but not on purpose. it simply assumed that he could decipher its meaning. > “Master Forger, Flesh Crafter... Then consider me under your employ for the time being. As of now, we must attempt to bring you to my laboratory when I can. For now, I’ll have to take samples. Provide me with some of your blood, and if possible, attempt to filter out the Void and any unique blood apart from your human. I need separate vials to take in the blood for proper examination, and hopefully to study these further.” It raised a hand in response to correcting him. "Nubodo is enough. Titles... are for another time and place. I will protect you in our travels, blood will be easy to draw as we travel but I advise caution, Void is highly corrupting not to mention a possibility of madness." Clearly not one to waste breaths most of the time. > “My sanctum lies in Zaun, or my main laboratory, so I cannot conduct anything concrete within Ionia. As majestic and beautiful as the sights are, these people are basically the epitome of hippies. Honestly, it’s annoying dealing with all this jumbo jumbo and random topics of the spirits and magic. I just wish we had something that wasn’t so heavily reliant on magic or of the like. As for tools... You will provide me with the tools that I shall list at a later date.” He paused for a few seconds and stared at her hand. “You’re positive that the Void is bound to simply the hand?” Head cocked at the word 'hippe' his newfound contractor assumed it was slang for something terrible. "Yes. I can hear its whispers but is influence cannot spread... for now." > “Timeless... Immortal? Well, immortal, but not invulnerable, yes? I assume you’re someone who could live for... possibly forever, barring possible deaths. However, if your organs are indeed not functioning then this is indeed a difficult task. However, you were human... At some point you transcended? Does that mean... you’re one of those... Ascendant? Ascendant being? You were corrupted by the Void during such a stage, yes?” That complicated things further... Trying to create something of an anti-venom or something stronger was a tough choice. Trying to come up with something for what was almost a greater being combined with the Void? > > He needed serious and mythical materials to even think of compensating for that. > > “I need something that can overpower this... I need base materials and then a catalyst.” "I cannot say, for no Ascended has died of age in my time... but there are legends of those who have succumbed to age after service. I fell during the first Void war of my time. You will have the resources I can find and provide." Holding up her hands she seemed to start crafting something, likely to busy herself and end any attempts at further conversation. A smith's work was never done she found. "We should leave then, our productivity will only suffer in these... green lands."
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a80001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-28T17:18:49.259+0000) > > "True, priest." Stoically spoken in response but it seemed only more interested as he went on, nodding along occasionally. "One does not simply unmake ascended, you will find the task nearly impossible but I have faith in you, despite your human limitations. It is, after all, humanity that created the sacred icons of Shurima." What it meant was the sun discs, vague but not on purpose. it simply assumed that he could decipher its meaning. “Impossible is never the case, my dear, but instead the impossible must be made possible. The man’s of which I must use will most likely be painful, incredibly so, but if I am to work upon your body then I will need specific tools for you to craft so that I may properly utilize your samples to the fullest I can use,” human limitations were there for a reason, but they were far from over. Humans strived for the impossible and reached for the unreachable. It was that drive, that desire, that pushing force that made humans such a species. “Sacred icons of Shurima... Do you mean... Hmm, the discs, correct? Never mind that,” quickly tossing the subject, he snapped his fingers. > It raised a hand in response to correcting him. "Nubodo is enough. Titles... are for another time and place. I will protect you in our travels, blood will be easy to draw as we travel but I advise caution, Void is highly corrupting not to mention a possibility of madness." Clearly not one to waste breaths most of the time. He brought her hand down and pushed it down for some reason. Annoyance? Purpose? Simply because? Who knew? “Good. Then you shall act as my bodyguard and keep me safe, and as for your blood? Do not take me for some fool... I understand just how dangerous the void can be. I will most likely not even use my hands but equipment when handling the Void.” Dr. Tetro had no real grasp of the Void, only that it was dangerous and like an infection. He could not risk even using lab gloves... He had to use metallic substances and handles so that he wasn’t at risk. Even the smallest contamination would end him lest he resort to instant amputation. > Head cocked at the word 'hippe' his newfound contractor assumed it was slang for something terrible. "Yes. I can hear its whispers but is influence cannot spread... for now." “Hmm... So, it whispers to you, yes? Tell me exactly what it whispers. Every piece of knowledge is knowledge found most useful. Anything similar to a... hive mind? Urging you to do certain actions? Nonetheless, we know your influence has not spread. This is helpful.” It was especially for their case. If the influence wasn’t spread, then there WAS a way to remove it. Permanently? He wasn’t sure, but he had to try. > "I cannot say, for no Ascended has died of age in my time... but there are legends of those who have succumbed to age after service. I fell during the first Void war of my time. You will have the resources I can find and provide." Holding up her hands she seemed to start crafting something, likely to busy herself and end any attempts at further conversation. A smith's work was never done she found. "We should leave then, our productivity will only suffer in these... green lands." “Intriguing... I’d love to study the Ascended when I can. It’d be useful to apply such conditions to people so that sickness and disease becomes a thing of the past.” So, age was still, possibly, a factor in the lifespan of the great Ascended. He could chalk it off as a hypothesis until proven correct, but so far he knew that she fell. No real problems with organs... No need for the heart? Shaking his head, he immediately began walking with her hopefully in tow. “Now, for now, we will begin with a plan. An anti-venom. The Void is like a disease and any information available is through... dangerous means. I might have a few contacts, possibly even someone who could provide some insight, but he’s a client who rarely answers. Honestly speaking, he’s a strange specimen who stays in the Freljord with some swine...” Shaking his head, he turned his head briefly. “We need something to combat this infection. We need something that will either drive the infection out or destroy itself and the infection. It’s one of the first solutions we have, but we need a catalyst powerful enough to do it. Do you have any ideas? Any creatures or certain people who may provide such a catalyst?”
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a80001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-13T02:29:29.730+0000) > Nothing... It was disappointing, frustrating really. Dr. Tetro was a man of curiosity, of science, and especially studies. Where there was nothing to see, all he could do was constantly make assumptions. From how they spoke, it almost sounded... feminine, at least with the way that tomb of a helmet provided for them. Their feet, black as ash, were strange, so he bent down and attempted to drag his bandaged fingers across them to take in their texture and feeling. The mask seemed to contort to their emotional state, a slight crinkle appearing where the eyebrows would be in response to his prodding. But it simply looked down at him unresponsive to his investigation. The texture was not unlike scale or chainmail, harsh and beaten these feet were clearly used to both heat, walking, and everything in between. But although they looked ruined there was no _real_ injury or impairment, not that he could see anyways. >When he rose up, it seemed they offered up their hand for him to see as well. “Hm... Extraordinary... Your body seems to have mutated, but unlike one caused by chemicals or magic, this is... something else,” chemicals had a sign, and Magic was... magic. You could tell what was scientific and what was just plain hogwash. Its hand seemed to twitch occasionally on its own, maybe a form of spasm. Though it didn't response it rumbled out a grunt from its throat, their accent seeming to be something between a highborn and a simple person who didn't waste many breaths on politeness and all that. > Truly, a new type of being? He didn’t bother correcting them, he doubt that she would even listen anyways, but it seemed they were someone with the Void... The Void?! His individual eye widened in surprise at the fact that the being before him was plagued by the Void, yet this one was saying it was still spreading?! How were they even still human! What made them... them?! He was practically salivating beneath the bandages, but he drew to a stop. “I’d simply be delighted to take a chance at this, but understand that severing you from the Void is... far more complicated then it seems. It’s more than just amputation, but something within your blood, your being, your spirit at this point. Quite frankly, I’d have to take in multiple practices, possible aids, and something likely to kill you to separate you.” It might as well have been a statue that occasionally spoke, though it seemed more because of it trying to let him analyze in peace. "Amputation is an option if you require a tissue sample." Casually telling him cutting off its limbs was a 'non-issue'. "If you can unmake me, I will accept it. Void spreading throughout Runeterra is unacceptable." > Dr. Tetro didn’t seem bothered by the distance, but he did raise a hand and pressed it to their chest. It was a sign to stop right where they were and pause. “As long as I am properly compensated, then I shall do just that. It looked down at his hand pressed to its chest, typically just touching an ascended without permission was a death sentence but Nubodo truly did not care. The ascended were dead and scattered to the wind, imposing these traditions upon normal born a waste of time. "You will be." On cue, it moved its left hand into a pocket under its robe coins clinking together along with other small trinkets it held them out in a fist. Her right hand splayed open she cut a line in it with a nail, a wet squishy sound followed blood leaking from her palm to rest on it in a pool, shaping it into an organic scalpel with no effort on its part. Grossly the object seemed to 'breathe' as if it was alive to some extent. Smashing together her hands the priceless objects melded with the scalpel, a humming sound of dark magic echoing from her hands. When she finally opened them hands now cupped laid the same scalpel but imbued with gems alongside its now golden handle, yet it seemed to gleam even _sharper_. "A token for your service." Holding it out for him to take. The gems alone had to be worth 50 gold a piece, the metal itself... well, only could hardly put a price on the merging of organic matter with steel and rich resources. "With this, no other may claim your services, you are bound to Nubodo Vantu of Smith caste, master forger, flesh craft expert." Taking a gentle bow she looked at him expectantly, presumably to follow the motion the mask carrying a judging expression of sorts for a fleeting moment. >Now, tell me when this began. Are you human? Is the Void restricted to certain parts of your body? Do your internal organs function? Do you still breathe? Are you like any other human? We’re you human to begin with? I need details, good sir. Details.” With all said and done Nubodo began to answer his question, but not before putting up another demand. "You may take me to a sanctum of your choice as we discuss, I will forge you the tools to carve my flesh. Your steel is insufficient. I am not human." Shaking its head at the last part, falling into thought to answer his harder questions. "Void is contained to my right hand, I bound its influence within this shackle of my own craft. It is not enough." Omniously put it trailed off to the next question. "I am timeless, I breathe but do not require use of all my organs. Only a force equal or greater to me can unmake this form. I am not human." It repeated, seemingly hitting a conversation dead block before it explained. "I was born of human form, I transcended those limits many cycles ago. Void influence took root at the end of our holy crusade against Void. I dreamt. I woke. I... was lost. Now my purpose has returned." Throughout all of it, the creature remained stoic but there was something pained, strained in its voice when it spoke of the war.
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a800010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-16T13:53:49.854+0000) > > The mask seemed to contort to their emotional state, a slight crinkle appearing where the eyebrows would be in response to his prodding. But it simply looked down at him unresponsive to his investigation. The texture was not unlike scale or chainmail, harsh and beaten these feet were clearly used to both heat, walking, and everything in between. But although they looked ruined there was no _real_ injury or impairment, not that he could see anyways. Dirtied... Rough and beaten. Signs of numerous steps taking, harsh environments, and clearly adjusted towards the heat from Shurima if he could guess correctly. Introducing her to new environments must have been tricky considering her natural adjustments and resistances, so bringing her to a cold area would most likely hinder her, or at the very least cause some sort of indifference. Did the Void provide resistances? Bare feet, strong and calloused, were still simply feet. > Its hand seemed to twitch occasionally on its own, maybe a form of spasm. Though it didn't response it rumbled out a grunt from its throat, their accent seeming to be something between a highborn and a simple person who didn't waste many breaths on politeness and all that. > > It might as well have been a statue that occasionally spoke, though it seemed more because of it trying to let him analyze in peace. "Amputation is an option if you require a tissue sample." Casually telling him cutting off its limbs was a 'non-issue'. "If you can unmake me, I will accept it. Void spreading throughout Runeterra is unacceptable. “Nonsense. If that was a possible solution, believe me, the Void wouldn’t be as dangerous as it is. Amputation would simply rid you of an arm, a limb, something you require. Not to mention, I have no idea how your body might react to having a limb sliced off. The Void, as you said, spreads. I have to cut the Void from the source, or at the very least, try and cut you away from it. I’ve already devised a few solutions, and the only answer I might have is something akin to treating a poisonous bite. Sometimes, you need a bigger poison.” He paused for a few brief moments to see if the woman understood what he had said. “Get bitten by a snake, and sometimes you use another venom to counter the snake’s. You need to combat what the Void is with something just as, if not, stronger. Then it is but a battle of luck.” > It looked down at his hand pressed to its chest, typically just touching an ascended without permission was a death sentence but Nubodo truly did not care. The ascended were dead and scattered to the wind, imposing these traditions upon normal born a waste of time. "You will be." On cue, it moved its left hand into a pocket under its robe coins clinking together along with other small trinkets it held them out in a fist. Her right hand splayed open she cut a line in it with a nail, a wet squishy sound followed blood leaking from her palm to rest on it in a pool, shaping it into an organic scalpel with no effort on its part. Grossly the object seemed to 'breathe' as if it was alive to some extent. > > Smashing together her hands the priceless objects melded with the scalpel, a humming sound of dark magic echoing from her hands. When she finally opened them hands now cupped laid the same scalpel but imbued with gems alongside its now golden handle, yet it seemed to gleam even _sharper_. "A token for your service." Holding it out for him to take. The gems alone had to be worth 50 gold a piece, the metal itself... well, only could hardly put a price on the merging of organic matter with steel and rich resources. "With this, no other may claim your services, you are bound to Nubodo Vantu of Smith caste, master forger, flesh craft expert." Taking a gentle bow she looked at him expectantly, presumably to follow the motion the mask carrying a judging expression of sorts for a fleeting moment. Hmmm... She had other abilities from what she could do. Was this magic or simply Shurima techniques? The scalpel was nothing impressive, but watching as blood melded with a simple weapon along with mere trinkets and jewels. The product was something quite unique, something made from organic matter to material resources... Nothing he would pawn off, but instead ripe for study and research. Leaning out, he took the jeweled scalpel from her palms and examined it throughly. Rubbing his fingers across the handle to the small blade ahead, gently prodding and pressing before giving the tall woman a nod. “Master Forger, Flesh Crafter... Then consider me under your employ for the time being. As of now, we must attempt to bring you to my laboratory when I can. For now, I’ll have to take samples. Provide me with some of your blood, and if possible, attempt to filter out the Void and any unique blood apart from your human. I need separate vials to take in the blood for proper examination, and hopefully to study these further.” > With all said and done Nubodo began to answer his question, but not before putting up another demand. "You may take me to a sanctum of your choice as we discuss, I will forge you the tools to carve my flesh. Your steel is insufficient. I am not human." Shaking its head at the last part, falling into thought to answer his harder questions. "Void is contained to my right hand, I bound its influence within this shackle of my own craft. It is not enough." Omniously put it trailed off to the next question. “My sanctum lies in Zaun, or my main laboratory, so I cannot conduct anything concrete within Ionia. As majestic and beautiful as the sights are, these people are basically the epitome of hippies. Honestly, it’s annoying dealing with all this jumbo jumbo and random topics of the spirits and magic. I just wish we had something that wasn’t so heavily reliant on magic or of the like. As for tools... You will provide me with the tools that I shall list at a later date.” He paused for a few seconds and stared at her hand. “You’re positive that the Void is bound to simply the hand?” > "I am timeless, I breathe but do not require use of all my organs. Only a force equal or greater to me can unmake this form. I am not human." It repeated, seemingly hitting a conversation dead block before it explained. "I was born of human form, I transcended those limits many cycles ago. Void influence took root at the end of our holy crusade against Void. I dreamt. I woke. I... was lost. Now my purpose has returned." > > Throughout all of it, the creature remained stoic but there was something pained, strained in its voice when it spoke of the war.t “Timeless... Immortal? Well, immortal, but not invulnerable, yes? I assume you’re someone who could live for... possibly forever, barring possible deaths. However, if your organs are indeed not functioning then this is indeed a difficult task. However, you were human... At some point you transcended? Does that mean... you’re one of those... Ascendant? Ascendant being? You were corrupted by the Void during such a stage, yes?” That complicated things further... Trying to create something of an anti-venom or something stronger was a tough choice. Trying to come up with something for what was almost a greater being combined with the Void? He needed serious and mythical materials to even think of compensating for that. “I need something that can overpower this... I need base materials and then a catalyst.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a800010000,timestamp=2019-06-13T00:12:36.254+0000) > > Nubodu > > And it seemed something, or someone, had come to interrupt what was precious time upon his studies. Bringing himself to stand, the man, who realized he was a couple of inches shorter to the other, looked up to the figure whose shadow had obscured the blooming flower before him which seemed to almost shrivel briefly, but he paid it little mind. This figure before him was tall, strange, and he could not discern their gender either... The slits in the mask blinked in response, the stranger seeming to try figuring him out. What she saw was a puzzle, everything was a puzzle made to be put together. A sudden short gasp interrupted the silence, his features were... impossible to tell but perhaps he was after all that she was looking for. Undeniably Shuriman wears of the old caste, not exactly from her time but the design was eerily familiar all the same. But typically one would subscribe these robes to fallen, his bandages were used for the wrong purpose. Many a hero had been buried with similar honours. > He would make a good guess that they were male though judging by the size, but the robes could also be used to obscure, as well as that foreign mask. The only tall females he had ever bore witness to were from the Freljord, a rather dangerous and drunk bunch, but needles seemed to solve everything with those brutes. “Yes, did you need something?” Then he spoke, exhaling Nubodo seemed disappointed as if she was expecting more. But perhaps this little human still had a purpose in this design, taking a step forward she spoke rather softly than expected the words rumbling around as it echoed out from the metal case. "Perhaps. You are of priest caste. You may prove useful in this quest of mine." Short and to the point yet vague as if still deciding what approach to take. > Despite one eye being the only visible being of his skin, pale and somewhat scarred around the corners, he was unnaturally observant. His eye looked over the person’s being, from feet, to legs, to body, torso, arms, and trying to spot anything that might discern their figure to him. If their hands were visible, he might try and give them a quick glance to see if there was anything... abnormal there, but otherwise, he stared up at them with a simple glance. Frustratingly the creature's form remained a point of mystery, her feet blackened, worn from presumably heavy use ending in an almost claw-like shape, either way, they didn't seem _too_ sharp. The creature didn't take any precautions nor attempted to hide anything, eerily still until he took a peek at her right hand, this made them look down and up at him holding their hand up for him to see. Unlike her left hand who seemed 'normal' by human standards, this one was more in tune with a larger sized malformed claw. The veins under the skin pulsing purple from time to time. Bizarrely a shackle and metal casing had been seared to the very flesh of the hand except for the fingers ending at her wrist. > “You’re not attempting to rob me of my possessions, yes? I’ve met no bandits as of late, but I assume that’s because they naturally steer clear of Zaunites. Then again, that’s counter productive to them... They’d probably want to slice my innards and hang me somewhere. However, there is also the chance they might wish for enhancements or drugs, but I possess none... Yet, technically speaking physical enhancements are difficult without the use of chem-tech, but far too useless...” He prattled on and on, and it seemed this scientist was far from worried. "I am beyond mortal possessions, priest." Came to the response, head perking up at the mention of the last two. "Then you are of the priest caste." It said with a firmly driven fate. "We have much to do, you are not of the old ones... but that is irrelevant. Look," it stated, drawing attention to the clawed hand once more with a glance at it. "Void infests my flesh, plagues my veins. It is spreading. I am not capable of drawing its corruption out, my abilities are limited to flesh crafting." Stepping even close the distance between the two close to uncomfortable. "You will serve and be rewarded, understand, priest. There is little choice in this matter, you have been called to serve Shurima once more."
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8000100000000,timestamp=2019-06-13T01:58:29.629+0000) > > Then he spoke, exhaling Nubodo seemed disappointed as if she was expecting more. But perhaps this little human still had a purpose in this design, taking a step forward she spoke rather softly than expected the words rumbling around as it echoed out from the metal case. "Perhaps. You are of priest caste. You may prove useful in this quest of mine." Short and to the point yet vague as if still deciding what approach to take. Dr. Tetro paused for a few brief moments to take into account on what the occupant had said. Priest caste... If he remembered right from his studies, then they mistook him for one of those ancient types that dwelled within... magic, correct? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he did know his attire was taken after by them, even his lab coat. However, from the way they spoke, it seemed that this one was most likely, possibly at least, from Shurima. Now, what were they doing so far away from their habitat? > Frustratingly the creature's form remained a point of mystery, her feet blackened, worn from presumably heavy use ending in an almost claw-like shape, either way, they didn't seem _too_ sharp. The creature didn't take any precautions nor attempted to hide anything, eerily still until he took a peek at her right hand, this made them look down and up at him holding their hand up for him to see. Unlike her left hand who seemed 'normal' by human standards, this one was more in tune with a larger sized malformed claw. The veins under the skin pulsing purple from time to time. Bizarrely a shackle and metal casing had been seared to the very flesh of the hand except for the fingers ending at her wrist. Nothing... It was disappointing, frustrating really. Dr. Tetro was a man of curiosity, of science, and especially studies. Where there was nothing to see, all he could do was constantly make assumptions. From how they spoke, it almost sounded... feminine, at least with the way that tomb of a helmet provided for them. Their feet, black as ash, were strange, so he bent down and attempted to drag his bandaged fingers across them to take in their texture and feeling. When he rose up, it seemed they offered up their hand for him to see as well. “Hm... Extraordinary... Your body seems to have mutated, but unlike one caused by chemicals or magic, this is... something else,” chemicals had a sign, and Magic was... magic. You could tell what was scientific and what was just plain hogwash. > "I am beyond mortal possessions, priest." Came to the response, head perking up at the mention of the last two. "Then you are of the priest caste." It said with a firmly driven fate. "We have much to do, you are not of the old ones... but that is irrelevant. Look," it stated, drawing attention to the clawed hand once more with a glance at it. "Void infests my flesh, plagues my veins. It is spreading. I am not capable of drawing its corruption out, my abilities are limited to flesh crafting." Truly, a new type of being? He didn’t bother correcting them, he doubt that she would even listen anyways, but it seemed they were someone with the Void... The Void?! His individual eye widened in surprise at the fact that the being before him was plagued by the Void, yet this one was saying it was still spreading?! How were they even still human! What made them... them?! He was practically salivating beneath the bandages, but he drew to a stop. “I’d simply be delighted to take a chance at this, but understand that severing you from the Void is... far more complicated then it seems. It’s more than just amputation, but something within your blood, your being, your spirit at this point. Quite frankly, I’d have to take in multiple practices, possible aids, and something likely to kill you to separate you.” > Stepping even close the distance between the two close to uncomfortable. "You will serve and be rewarded, understand, priest. There is little choice in this matter, you have been called to serve Shurima once more. Dr. Tetro didn’t seem bothered by the distance, but he did raise a hand and pressed it to their chest. It was a sign to stop right where they were and pause. “As long as I am properly compensated, then I shall do just that. Now, tell me when this began. Are you human? Is the Void restricted to certain parts of your body? Do your internal organs function? Do you still breathe? Are you like any other human? We’re you human to begin with? I need details, good sir. Details.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8,timestamp=2019-06-12T22:08:17.504+0000) > The people of Ionia were... wary of his kind, but they didn’t seem to hate him. After all, he had the stones to walk around, and logically speaking, he didn’t wanna cause harm, so he was fine. “Let’s see if one of you have something to offer me... A new toxin? A possible antidote? Paralysis? Disease? You all must have something special to you,” he mumbled to himself, grasping at each of the flowers and prodding. > > Now was not the time for plucking, but for samples. He had no real laboratory equipment besides his usual ensemble, his weapons, and a simple magnifying glass along with a few free vials. For now, this lab coat wearing individual was going about his night without issue. He didn’t see beauty either... He just saw another day, another time for research, but he would admit... > > Violet would love this place. > > Shaking such treacherous thoughts aside, he scoffed. “Focus, man. Focus. Research and work is available till you must return... Let us see... Not poisonous, but possibly magical? Anything else?” [Nubodu Vantu](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yNcSj0Gdljdo7DvZRqT1hmiY301yu9YPwJBDjNscbHQ/edit?usp=sharing) had entered these lands sometime before Tetro a few days at most, in search of another being rumoured to wander the first lands. But what she found only increased frustration at the situation, these lands did not sit well with a Void afflicted creature passing through them often finding herself tripping on roots or inexplicable natural barricades meant to delay. She empathised with them, but could not turn back partly due to Ascended pride but most importantly to find a cure. Only Ascended or creatures of high intelligence could hope to solve, burn out Void influence. Perhaps the fabled Starchild? It was not easy to gather information, Nubodo wasn't a people person, to begin with, a towering 6'8 stature and ashen skin helping little. If anything she looked slightly artificial as a byproduct of ascension, rail-thin it seemed impossible her lithe body could support its heavy-handed looking appearance. To ease uncanny emotions, she had crafted a metal mask to cover her inhuman features, baggy robes covering most of her being. So lost in thought she barely noticed the language of men close by, more precisely in front of her. Silent, graceful despite appearances he likely hadn't noticed her approach yet but probably would, seeing as her shadow cast in his way. For now, this strange creature observed his work, a smithy was her choice of equipment, but this language of alchemy spoke to the art of crafting of flesh. Perhaps...
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a80001,timestamp=2019-06-12T23:51:25.189+0000) > Nubodu And it seemed something, or someone, had come to interrupt what was precious time upon his studies. Bringing himself to stand, the man, who realized he was a couple of inches shorter to the other, looked up to the figure whose shadow had obscured the blooming flower before him which seemed to almost shrivel briefly, but he paid it little mind. This figure before him was tall, strange, and he could not discern their gender either... He would make a good guess that they were male though judging by the size, but the robes could also be used to obscure, as well as that foreign mask. The only tall females he had ever bore witness to were from the Freljord, a rather dangerous and drunk bunch, but needles seemed to solve everything with those brutes. “Yes, did you need something?” Despite one eye being the only visible being of his skin, pale and somewhat scarred around the corners, he was unnaturally observant. His eye looked over the person’s being, from feet, to legs, to body, torso, arms, and trying to spot anything that might discern their figure to him. If their hands were visible, he might try and give them a quick glance to see if there was anything... abnormal there, but otherwise, he stared up at them with a simple glance. “You’re not attempting to rob me of my possessions, yes? I’ve met no bandits as of late, but I assume that’s because they naturally steer clear of Zaunites. Then again, that’s counter productive to them... They’d probably want to slice my innards and hang me somewhere. However, there is also the chance they might wish for enhancements or drugs, but I possess none... Yet, technically speaking physical enhancements are difficult without the use of chem-tech, but far too useless...” He prattled on and on, and it seemed this scientist was far from worried.
: A Day In Ionia (OPEN RP)
Shon-Xan... Truly one of Ionia’s most fauna related environments, if [Tetro](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aFG7HaqEV7FoNrhqlz1_rzslqRCW4lUxJmw3JaVaFU8) was being quite honest with himself. Over the course of years, he strayed away from Ionia ever since one of his earliest batches of chemicals went wrong. Did he feel guilty over the amount of lives lost? No, no he did not. In his opinion, the Vastayans were like rabbits. The more they mate, the more they may repopulated, but he had no real understanding of their concept. He had a book on them from an author, but he had not gone and read it just yet. For now, this scientist was currently walking across the terrain, exploring the boundless flora available for him to pick up and examine. Hands bandaged as always, along with most of his upper body and face, he was practically safe from any real possible poisons... Lest they were airborne, but he should survive long enough to concoct a temporary cure, or something until finding the nearest settlement. The people of Ionia were... wary of his kind, but they didn’t seem to hate him. After all, he had the stones to walk around, and logically speaking, he didn’t wanna cause harm, so he was fine. “Let’s see if one of you have something to offer me... A new toxin? A possible antidote? Paralysis? Disease? You all must have something special to you,” he mumbled to himself, grasping at each of the flowers and prodding. Now was not the time for plucking, but for samples. He had no real laboratory equipment besides his usual ensemble, his weapons, and a simple magnifying glass along with a few free vials. For now, this lab coat wearing individual was going about his night without issue. He didn’t see beauty either... He just saw another day, another time for research, but he would admit... Violet would love this place. Shaking such treacherous thoughts aside, he scoffed. “Focus, man. Focus. Research and work is available till you must return... Let us see... Not poisonous, but possibly magical? Anything else?”
CFProxy (NA)
: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
Jesus, this was an uneventful day... It felt like the day was still going on. The sun was shining brightly, the babes were walking about, and Roman just couldn’t help but shake the feeling like months had passed... It was pretty damn awkward to be honest, but so was trying to explain to children that there was a high chance their mother was someone he fucked. Which he did. Éclair Ifreet... Even with the twins, that one furry, and the emo kid talking about themselves, he could pretty much just tell they mentioned the mother, Éclair Ifreet. Yep, that was their fucking mother and he fucked her! Christ, how did you get over things like that?! That kid should never, ever, in a million years meet, Éclair. Then again, he also knew she pretty much would throw up that whole bullshit act where she played ‘nice’, something he was disgusted by. Painting complete of the beautiful twins, Roman stuffed the painting away through... some invisible portal of sorts using the bare minimum of his powers within a tiny reality sphere. Sitting in his lawn chair and soaking up the rays was good, but he was still concerned about them. What if they started poking and prodding again? What was he going to say? As easy as lying was, Éclair was one of the few people who saw through his deceptions. It’s not too far fetched to think her kids were close to, if not just as, wise as she was. They probably picked up on details, slip ups, he’ll, even noticeable twitches most people would ignore. The best option, for now, was to play things cool and try to keep it tame. He wasn’t going to anger Éclair more than he had seeing as he met her kids, big rule. **”Still though... with how how they are and how much they’ve filled out compared to Little Clair... Eh, fucking would be worth it.”** It would definitely be worth it, but was it really, really, REALLY worth Éclair ripping his balls off? Because she would.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=003b0000,timestamp=2019-03-24T02:49:47.167+0000) > > Ymmmmir > > [Honey](https://docs.google.com/document/d/173lCn3SYMpgQFUrgP6I3JwNsZu9b6kznJ3QQfFPjeLI) was traveling through Freljord’s harsh winters without so much as a care of the weather. The only thing she wore besides her attire was a tattered wool cloak weaved and stitched up together from the hide of a bear. She had discarded the skull and had finished carving out whatever brain matter it had left for food about a couple of days ago. > > The scent... It had grown stronger and seemed much more profound around these parts. Where was he? However, a new scent filled the cold winter air, drawing the woman away from her path and to what appeared to be a pass. Standing at the very top and overlooking the area, she could see dozens upon dozens of warriors charging at one singular woman. > > For a human, she was very skilled, but at the end of the day she was just human. It was an interesting spectacle, but if she spent her time overlooking a simple skirmish, then the scent towards Master would go cold. That was not favorable, nor was it something she wished for. > > Standing up, she prepared to leave and allow this one to fight on. **"Hahaha! Little man!"** One of them had the misfortune of being grabbed mid-swing, her tiny head becoming tinier as the Iceborn crushed her skull one-handed, discarding the useless body to the side. Though it made the two attackers left freeze they soon charged again ferocious battle cries replaced soon by splatters of blood. ---- **_"Now this is a surprise."_** The howling wind seemed to carry a voice around Honey, soon who it belonged to appeared in the form of the legendary Ice witch, casually floating through the snow with her feet. **_"You do not carry the stench of creation on your being. That makes you a step below the roaches."_** Lifting her hand interrupting the badger's thoughts she continued. **_"Did you think you would escape my notice?_** _This land whispers to those who can hear it."_ Last part spoken softly on thin lips. Chiding her with a wagging finger. **_"But I am not here to entertain you. Listen, creature." _** Raising her flat palm the ice witch motioned towards the battle raged below. **_"I will permit your continued presence in these lands if you assist in reclaiming fort Strong."_** The cold seemed to intensify, the storm raging dangerously around the badger. **"Or just die~"** She dryly added with a deliciously sadistic undertone. Before more could be done the ice witch sent a concentrated blast of ice and hail directed at the woman, though the attack would be easy to deflect the mysterious woman was gone when she looked, foreboding [laughter](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/1/1e/Lissandra.laugh03.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20130505144644) ringing in her ears. ---- Another company another glorious end... for them. This time 20 had stormed out of fort Strong's comforting walls, eager to take blood. Hefting her greataxe on her shoulder Ymir clicked her tongue against teeth before getting back to work, narrowly dodging an archer's cheap shot. Grunting in annoyance she darted downwards, picking up a one-handed axe that she promptly sent flying and into the skull of said coward. _"19 to go."_ She muttered under her breath.
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=003b00000000,timestamp=2019-03-24T21:45:23.359+0000) > Ymir Honey paused at the presence of something within the air... The fur around her arms and legs bristled as she gazed upon some incarnation of cold. She knew that she was not created like the rest here, but this being was threatening her by the way of things. "I did not know there was even something to escape from. I have never heard of you," Her response came blunt and her tone apathetic. Her crimson gaze was centered upon this apparatus, but she listened nonetheless. "I owe you nothing, spirit. You do not control me nor do you have the right to order me around. However," She left that standing there. "I shall provide." It was more like she had no choice, but the hailstorm did nothing to bother her as she hacked and slashed away with roacticed ease. Turning to the pass yet again, she kept her neutral gaze. Crouching down onto her legs and hands, she stole a breath of air... and suddenly leapt upwards. ___ As the next company of Winter's Claw approached and charged straight at, Ymir, a sudden whistling sound was heard. However, upon the deafening cries and roars from these warriors blocked the sound out to all but only the keenest of warriors. Within seconds something had struck the ground in an explosion of snow and rock. Rising up from this small crater was a somewhat short figure. Her hair was as white as the snow with two furry little appendages wiggling at the top of her skull. She directed her gaze to the group that seemed fully intent on killing g this one human. With a simple toss of her wool coat, she was dashing straight at the group with a look of determination. Honey badger don't give a shit!
: **"I do not like this very much."** [Ymir](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DDbFjzUjs_Y0zyIKPtrWk95r9U9Nwo77x4y7v4bfKWk/edit?usp=sharing) shifted her weight around, chafing at the impracticability of said armour. **"I'm freezing." **Mission had gone downhill in an instant, a company of Frostguard had accompanied the Avarosans as a show of strength, didn't matter much when it proved to be an ambush as expected. Though their forces had been routed keep Strong was vulnerable as most of their forces had followed the attache of diplomats. Now, most were dead, but the few who still stood licked their wounded as Ymir kept watch, arms crossed. Gritting teeth a fellow Frostguard spat out his pick. "Negotiations went to shit, not our fault. We can't carry around 70 pounds of armour without looking suspicious." He looked out over the pass jerking his head up. "You're up Ymir. Die well for the regent." **"Eh, I'll be back. Tell the regent to reinforce our position, if they take the keep we'll lose our hold here."** Hefting up an imposing greataxe of true ice she set up to greet the invaders on an open field. This, she liked. How long had it been since she last taunted death? If the Kindred were gonna show she was damn sure gonna make a show of it. This Winter claw standard issue was something though, it itched. How the hell did anyone fight without armour?! She asked herself as she greeted the first of the warband, five men coming at her in a savage attack from the front. The question stayed in her mind while she stomped one man into the ground, swinging her mighty axe at the others. Eerily calm in spite of the odds she continued hacking away, decapitating two-foot soldiers at the same time. Ah... the iron scent of blood washed over her, staining her clothing and face with a splash of blood. This, this was life.
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=003b,timestamp=2019-03-24T02:33:07.219+0000) > Ymmmmir [Honey](https://docs.google.com/document/d/173lCn3SYMpgQFUrgP6I3JwNsZu9b6kznJ3QQfFPjeLI) was traveling through Freljord’s harsh winters without so much as a care of the weather. The only thing she wore besides her attire was a tattered wool cloak weaved and stitched up together from the hide of a bear. She had discarded the skull and had finished carving out whatever brain matter it had left for food about a couple of days ago. The scent... It had grown stronger and seemed much more profound around these parts. Where was he? However, a new scent filled the cold winter air, drawing the woman away from her path and to what appeared to be a pass. Standing at the very top and overlooking the area, she could see dozens upon dozens of warriors charging at one singular woman. For a human, she was very skilled, but at the end of the day she was just human. It was an interesting spectacle, but if she spent her time overlooking a simple skirmish, then the scent towards Master would go cold. That was not favorable, nor was it something she wished for. Standing up, she prepared to leave and allow this one to fight on.
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
“Wolves... Annoying,” Paul groaned loudly, something akin to a giant, but the man slowly pushed himself up to his feet with a groan. To think such a thing would occur at night of all times, but it was to be expected on such an adventure. Fetching his journal from his side of the ground, he wiped some bugs and dirt off of it and flipped it open while standing up. The man... Wasn’t even reacting to the wolves! “Wolves... Apparently they tried to take our camp, but right now everyone’s getting right for a fight. Not really a big worry though, except the big wolf...” He mumbled as he scribbled away with a small pen which was inappropriately sized for his large meaty palms. Once he was done writing down a paragraph or so, he shoved the book down the side of his waist and groaned. Grabbing his axe, he began walking forward to meet the dire wolf head on. “Big dog.” He mumbled as he observed the majestic beast... Could he kill it? Killing it didn’t seem like such a good thing, but maybe he could do it as a last resort? Cracking his neck, the man suddenly sheathed the axe behind him, strapping it to his back, and slammed his fists together. Close enough.
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
During the travel, Paul was still as quiet and as silent as a mouse, but he was there to usually offer up the smallest of inputs at times. The large woodsman had taken to overlooking the animals, walking over and even feeding a few of them, but within a reasonable distance. He had drunk a fair amount of water, but never wine for some reason, but he apparently always just said that he never liked getting drunk. Food, however, was taken very much into consideration and was eaten constantly. The valley was beautiful, and Paul was seen there for about an hour, apparently wanting to stay behind and sketch this in. After he was done, the man had returned with a small stone in hand, a pebble really, but it looked like he was keeping it like a souvenir. However, once he was back with the group, the travel was about as casual as it could have been. Following the river was nice, but eventually they had to leave and follow the mountains next... On their next camp, Paul was laying against a tree close to camp and snoring softly. The man’s axe was embedded into the tree, but most of the people there would find that wrenching it free was... A difficult task. It was stuck deep within the tree, just above the large man’s head, but he lay there peacefully. For now...
: > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=0010,timestamp=2019-02-01T08:32:30.687+0000) > > Aiden looked away thought for a moment, then look back at him “ Alright doc, don’t mind me then” said with a laid back attitude sitting on his lap. Ryan try to hold back his laugh wondering how doc would react to this unexpected response of his. **"Now that's very forward, Sparkly."** He cooed, hand on the man's shoulder. **"I get the feeling we are going to make a great team, my shiny friend."** > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000d00010000,timestamp=2019-01-30T17:02:02.558+0000) > As they started to walk, she returned her attention back to the doctor. > "I will tell you what, Doc. I am not drinking with you. Not thta I am afraid, but I fear for your good reputation." She smirked. He was busy toying with the young man, who took up his offer surprisingly. **"Oh don't worry about me Boss, I've got good references."** --- > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000f,timestamp=2019-01-31T06:54:30.827+0000) > “Hm... Lotta trees,” He mumbled, raising a fuzzy brow as he stuffed his journal away into his pouch and kept to the rear of the group where he looked around always, but he maintained a watchful eye nonetheless. Even if he was bored, but nature was a beautiful thing at least. Doc had to scramble a bit to keep up with his more gracefully built allies, commentating on the muscle. **"Hey, we have a lot of trees in Bilgewater too you know. If you chop one down you tell me right away, I wanna see you goddamn demolish it with one blow!"** Enthaustic and excited at the prospect of total obliteration. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000d00010001,timestamp=2019-02-01T00:43:22.265+0000) >"If the Great Weaver wills it then I'm sure we'll find more then enough seeds along the way." He chuckled to Tess. "Aw don't lose hope you'll find that lucky lad one day.....just maybe not in within our little group." He said making a circle gesture with his hand. Bosse walked somewhere in the middle of the group, where he could happily ~~bother~~ chat up these fine loonies.**"I ain't offering but I am avaliable just so y'all know."** >Figures, mostly picked clean being this close to the road." He grumbled. "Not even so much as a spare dandelion or a clover, can't be helped I suppose." Subtly the doctor scooted over to Zeke's side, seeing his unfortunate conundrum. **"If you're after the real stuff I got some plants, seeds, 'n stuff myself. Mostly for recreational use but a good chef knowns the importance of a creative menu~"** > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000f0000,timestamp=2019-02-01T09:53:30.958+0000) >"That was a good joke, Zeke. I am not looking for anyone on purpose, I am quite happy with myself, but if I have to fill my family duty," **"Still not offering."** He reminded, but added onto that. **"But if you need a fake marriage I am good at that sort of stuff. But uh, I _do_ take a extra fee if you wanna be left at the altar. Did you know shoes can give you ptsd? Well, let's just say it wasn't the smell."**
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000d000100000000,timestamp=2019-02-01T17:47:53.160+0000) > Funny Smol Man Paul was probably the largest of the group, human wise, but even then the man was continuing his pace down the path they took. The forest was beautiful, it really was, but why did he always take notice of it? He had this urge, a small one, to just up and start chopping away at the trees and leave them as stumps. Most likely, it was because he probably forgot to get a chopping urge down. Watching Bosse scramble to keep up with the group was... funny. “...Got it,” He replied and continued to move and allowed the group to continue their discussions. Looking over to Tess, he could tell that Ryan, he believed that was his name, might have stepped a bit too far. Deciding to pipe in a little and hopefully stop hostility, he considered his next few words... Then decided to simply ignore it. Mom always said to help someone out and try to offer up a helping hand whenever he could, and his father would most likely give him a lecture on proper etiquette. > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000d0001000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-01T18:25:48.204+0000) > Tess Walking a bit faster, axe still held out to the side, the woodsman made his way beside Tess, if she allowed it, and gave her a firm stare. It was somewhat intimidating, right before he brought his large meaty hand down to her shoulder and gave her a gentle pat upon her back. “Good?” It was as simple as he got, but his heart was in the right place...
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
Paul wasn’t a social person, he knew this, but it wans’t for a lack of trying. He wasn’t this emotionless pit who never felt anything, but feelings in general with strangers was something he rarely provided, much less made. It did well to see Bosse try and communicate with him, but he figured that for some weird reason considering the guy always hyped him up so much. He was strong, yes, but he wasn’t anyone special. Just a simple adventurer amongst others who have practiced their skills for years while he was sorta handed down this ability, this strength, but he didn’t really feel envious. Just the cards he was dealt. Looking at Tess as she stood up and began walking off to initiate the official start of their adventure. Once they were out of the town’s walls, Paul was pretty much walking with his axe held by the blade, keeping the weapon close. He didn’t seem like he was preparing for battle, but like it was a casual thing for him... He honestly treated this like a trip. “Hm... Lotta trees,” He mumbled, raising a fuzzy brow as he stuffed his journal away into his pouch and kept to the rear of the group where he looked around always, but he maintained a watchful eye nonetheless. Even if he was bored, but nature was a beautiful thing at least.
: > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000a,timestamp=2019-01-24T02:35:39.733+0000) >“ but anyways I will pass with the drink can’t get wasted here, have to be prepared for tomorrow yeah?” He added, before walks away getting ready for tomorrow. Bosse shook his head, those sitting next to him likely picking up on his mumbled dismissal of what he perceived as a 'lightweight'. The first to arrive and the last to leave Bosse spent the better part of his free time chatting up the bartender, racking up a sizeable tab that he put in Tess' name. > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000c,timestamp=2019-01-26T03:32:44.491+0000) **"Waitwaitwait!"** The silence of the morning breaking abruptly as the doctor flew through one of the bar's lower windows, landing outside on his back with a groan of pain. **"Can I send a letter to you sometime?"** In response a muscular arm threw out a bottle that exploded in front of Bosse's feet, the man himself hiding his covered face. **"Argh... what a waste of good booze."** Brushing off glass Bosse got up with a dejected sigh, thankfully dressed in his full suit to the surrounding audience. **"Well, babe. Don't think we would've worked anyways."** He raised his shoulders, scratching the top part of his hat. Wandering over to the ~~madman~~ unit that had slept outside, the reason for escaping him as he took up a leaning stance on the tree he sat under, the plague doctor cocking his head slightly as he crossed his arms. **"Some people. They don't appreciate good booze and a free health check-up. I'm not _made_ out of Krakens fer Nagakaborous sake."** > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000b,timestamp=2019-01-24T12:02:34.169+0000) > In the morning, at 8.00, she was ready in front of the tavern. All suited up in her good looking, good fitting ranger clothes, the bov in the quiver on her back, two daggers by her belt. She was sitting on the bench, waiting for others. The sun was up, slowly on its way on the sky, and it seemed it was going to be a lovely day. A good day to start an adventure, she thought for herself contently. His attention drew to the Boss, lowering his voice to an amused one he continued chatting up Paul. _"Whaddaya think of our hirer?"_
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000a0001,timestamp=2019-01-26T19:18:00.891+0000) > Bosse Paul suddenly stopped writing and raised his head from his book. Most could possibly see this as the man losing his temper or control of himself, but instead of doing just that, he turned his head and looked to Tess with a brow raised. Honestly speaking? He didn’t expect a lot... Not in a bad way, but mostly that she didn’t seem to have an agenda to all this. She was upfront and she laid everything out on the table, but he wasn’t sure if she was experienced or not. By herself? Maybe... Maybe, but with a team? They’d find out. He didn’t like thinking like this so much. It was a real bore when he did, “...Mmmm... Hm,” His reply was, turning to Bosse with a casual gaze, right before going back to his book. ___ *My day begins, my official one as an adventurer at least, and as of now we wait for the group. Don’t expect much, but I hope we can do something useful with our time, but me? I intend on doing my best and helping the group should they need me, because that is what I do. I help people out when I can, but then I cause trouble... Let’s hope everything turns out well.* *- Paul.*
: Is it too late for to join [Ryan](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1284pNVM2GzW5O8NZWGS-dwKftbEM2QGJ5sEO2PMC3Ws)?
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=3i5oERLF,comment-id=0011,timestamp=2019-01-15T14:40:46.916+0000) > Gotta keep OOC here, bud. Avoid clustering the thread, but fancy talking, in Paul’s opinion, is just using fancy words and all to impress people. Smart talking, as Ryan just said, is basically saying smart things, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he would understand those things, so by Paul’s logic, Ryan just talks fancy with no real understanding of the words he sues.
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
It had taken some time to adjust to the group he would be working with, and already he was questioning this adventure. Everyone here had their quirks, something he didn't mind, but already he could see how his companion beside him loved to poke away at their leader whilst she in turn returned the favor. Paul could care less if the two despised each other and even wanted to kill each other, but if this messed with their quest, then people would die. Shaking his head, he accepted the fact that they would be taking the long way through, even though taking the sea would be a much favorable option. Then again, he could always add this to his list of explorations and adventures. The new guy though was... He was sorta off-putting. Fancy talking part of survival? Ladies loving fancy talking? That didn't seem... honest, not to him at least, but this guy had his own life and he couldn't control it. Standing up, the tall and rotund figure gently patting his stomach, gave the group a wave. "I'll go sleep... Meet you here later, guys. Hope to work with you soon," Despite being raised in Ionia, the man had a rather natural accent, somewhat country if one paid close attention, but he was on his way. ___ After awaking outside the tavern, having slept by a tree, the man batted away a few bugs that had crawled across his body, but they didn't seem to have bothered him much. Yawning and scratched his bearded chin, he slowly raised himself high as the sun slowly rose upwards, and with heavy footsteps he took a seat right beside Tess, quiet and as still as a tree. His eyes were closed and he had fished out a book, grabbing a small pencil and opening his eyes a moment later. Suddenly, he was writing away whilst he waited. Not a talker for sure...
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=00040001,timestamp=2019-01-14T18:42:43.151+0000) > > "Alright.... *doc* .... let me inform you that usually, I am able to handle my shit alone, and I dont need a nurse or babysitter," she said with a smirk toward the masked doctor, considering this fellow will stand a little harder language and attitude. "I call someone a girl, I mean it. No need to wipe my ass." > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2019-01-14T19:18:07.130+0000) > "We will be heading close to your homeland then. May be we can even stop for a tea," Tess chuckled, giving him supporting and friendly nod. "I am sure we will make this way worth your time and effort. And I can really use someone with knowledge of the terrain and world all over to help me with maps." > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000400000001,timestamp=2019-01-14T19:49:17.551+0000) > "Fair enogh, Paul. I am sure we will find a lot of use for a strong strudy guy like you. Or at least, as you look like. You are the muscles." Tess said and then made a face toward the doc. "And I am the smart one."
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=000400010000,timestamp=2019-01-14T20:09:22.709+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2019-01-15T05:12:28.630+0000) “...I’ll do good, don’t worry about me.” He replied, but he didn’t seem all that confident, nor did he seem doubtful. He seemed like a plain man who was bored, but it made sense... He was just prettt neutral with most things. The man had crossed his arms over one another as he closed his eyes, drowning out the sound around him as he thought of what awaited him. So far everyone seemed fine, and nobody seemed to have a problem with anybody, but it seemed like the chief was having a spat with the man beside him. Then approached a new person, a lady this time, and he opened one eye to examine her. She seemed pretty average, albeit, somewhat, but he was never good at reading people. With a simple shrug, he leaned back against his chair and took a look to the lady. “She’s the client,” He motioned towards Tess before closing his eyes once more. How would he begin this tale? Hm... A question for another time.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2019-01-13T21:30:29.839+0000) > > "Thessia. Your new leader. The pleasure is mine," she nodded and made a mental note. *So much for the muscles it seems... I just hope he can keep up the pace on this short legs of him...* > [{quoted}](name=Flyntloch,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2019-01-13T22:59:14.748+0000) > As Deil appeared, Tess smiled genuinely. That person seemed to have some elementary behavior at least. Not that it mattered much outside there, in the wilderness and mountains, during the fights and run, but it was always nice to meet someone who could at least partly match her. Tho this one was obviously a Demacian. She shook his hand with a firm fair grip. "Then welcome aboard, mr. Castralo. Thessia Darkmoore. Please, take a seat." She then looked over all her crew so far. Very... different sort of people, each of them. This will be interesting to make it working. But perhaps... "Gentlemen, please, have a drink, then I'd love to hear why do each of you want to go with me. There is no wrong answer or wrong reason. I am just curious. Then I will be opene for your questions."
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=00040000,timestamp=2019-01-14T06:41:01.163+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=6AOoBGlK,comment-id=00040001,timestamp=2019-01-14T18:42:43.151+0000) “I’m here to record my travels... This looked like a good tale to make,” He replied simply enough as he took Bosse’s hand. The man wasn’t exactly anshort fellow considering he was 6’7... Legs were strong as they were thick, and while his weight was... Weighty, he definitely made up for it with strength. Once he grasped Bosse’s hand, he gave it a firm, almost somewhat crushing, shake, before the man softened his grip. “Sorry... Don’t do shakes much.” With a simple shrug of his shoulders, the woodsman stroked his beard a little as he laid his hands onto the table. “...You can keep the money and gold. I’m just ‘ere for the tale.”
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
“...Alright, we’re good,” His body was thick, but not overly obese, only that his limbs were thick like tree trunks and he had a belly capable of stomaching down dragon meat! Crossing his arms over one another, he lowered his brows and shrugged his shoulders. Guess this was the place, and these were the people he would be working with, so that was good, right? “I’d like to join if possible,” He was strange, a strange man indeed for such an adventure. Compared to people around him, he was possibly the most comical, but he would do what he could. Taking a seat right beside the man who offered him a seat, he took the wineskin and brought it to his maw, hanging it over his lips as he dunked a bit down before handing it back over. “Name’s Paul... Pleasure.”
kraara (EUNE)
: The Expedition (semi-opened RP)
“Hmm,” The poster looked strange at first, but for a man who didn’t read so much, it made sense. Adventurous journey? Treasure? Stuff? Sounded like another excellent addition to his Marvelous Exploits, something that would most likely be added to the legend he would carve. Standing just outside tavern, a poster being lifted down to reveal [Paul’s](https://docs.google.com/document/d/102OaNsGHnR2yrYiVmrqyKuaID16LXcR1FE6HW82hMhs) face as he looked to the door. Bringing a thick meaty hand to his round belly, he gave it a small pat before stepping inside. A man of his size wasn’t strange really, but you always had those who thought just because you had a little weight, he had a lot of it, that you were most likely useless. He looked around, his axe strapped to his back, and a book hanging by his waist. This was the place, right? His gaze was so deadpan, rather poker faced really, looking about until he spotted a duo at a table not far away with the same poster he had in hand hanging right behind a lady. “Hm... Okay,” He said to himself, dragging himself over to the corner and holding out a poster to the woman. “...This the group for the advertisement?” He asked her with a bushy brow raised, the bearded woodsman scratching at his beard, and his eyes just... Pretty much deadpan. He looked bored. He felt bored. He was the bored.
kraara (EUNE)
: "The Expedition" - semi-opened RP, sign up, OOC discussion...
I’ve been slow on activity and it’s clear I’ve been on a decline, but I wanna get back into the fray! So, if you’ll allow me, I would like to volunteer [Paul](https://docs.google.com/document/d/102OaNsGHnR2yrYiVmrqyKuaID16LXcR1FE6HW82hMhs) so that he could record this into his exploits for his legendary tale!
CFProxy (NA)
: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
Roman wasn’t a pervert, no, not really despite how he acted. He was the basic representation of Chaos, a sign of freedom, anarchy, and all disorder within the world. Freedom was by far one of the greatest feats to chaos, and in anyone’s hands, they could do anything they wished with it. Whilst he continued to paint peacefully to himself after such a long break of doing nothing, considering the person writing this obviously was too lazy, the god decided to check on the volleyball game out of curiosity. Then his eyes flowed brightly, brighter than usual, and the brush within the palm of his hand had snapped. He could feel sweat drip down his body from the most violent urge to beat his meat right then and there to the sight of a pair of twins, Éclair’s children, and their smooth bodies rippling with tension, their toned bodies practically on fire as their bodies were outlined... He wasn’t a pervert... He just had no reign over himself nor his inhibitions, especially desire. He respected women, out of fear and respect, but he loved them for beauty, their ability to take what they wanted, and by far more... Also traps, but that was a whole another topic... **”...Gods, I haven’t felt this blue balled since VEG... God, that cute little blond is so adorable, and such a good plot to it as well... I love you, Violet,”** Mumbling the name of his waifu as he observed the twins throughly... Fucking hell, he had to remember... Éclair’s kids equaled Éclair beating the ever living shit outta him...
: > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=0039,timestamp=2018-11-13T08:56:15.736+0000) ((You would be quite correct Unexisted, though veering slightly on headcanon with the second part. Though I consider Shyvana and Jarvan a unique dynamic that shouldn't be broken they are both their own characters, despite the tragic state of Jarvan's current lore.)) > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=00360000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T03:18:39.706+0000) >Alexia. **"It's easy to judge a situation. Harder to find a solution you can live with. I will not end it simply because I share my worries openly, I am not dishonest about my doubts." **Glancing at her with a half squinted look in her eyes. **"You make such comments only to provoke a reaction. You'll have to try harder to get under my scales."** **"I care not for such things, I experience them as any other but it does not change my belief. Nor do I believe that war can change a man. A weak mind will always break. War, death, is only nature's way of quicking the process. I respect the strength of the farmer who works day and night to provide for his keep, but I will never respect a man who breaks and flees from battle when called to serve."** Snorting at her next comment about being a fool. **"_That_ is a selfish and egotistic way of looking at it. I have loved, I have burned, I have fought. Do not think I haven't been young once, the pleasures of life taste bitter after a long life. You think taking what you want or aimlessly wandering towards an unachievable 'goal' of happiness is a way of life. It is little better than apathy. There is only one constant in the universe."** Was she expecting the harsh lesson? Yes, but she made no motion to dodge or block instead simply staring at it with an aged look in her eyes as if the very scenario was unveiling on her again and again. It made her slam back against the wall slumping forward into the snow with a grunt. The half-dragon shook, the veins on her body pulsing with Dragonfire heavy breaths that dripped out embers of fire. She didn't hear her words, didn't want to hear them. With a chilling roar, Shyvana charged at the raptor, inhuman strength smashing her into the wall her left arm pressing against Alexia's throat while her other hand lit up aimed at her head, the golden eyes were replaced with something far more primal, raw power and a furious built up rage. Through ragged breaths, the half-dragon spoke in a tone that echoed slightly with overflowing power. **"You wish to understand what I see?" **The half-dragon growled, gritting sharp rows of teeth the half dragon's hands heated up even more. **"Death is what I see. It's what flashes through my eyes every time I blink. The truth? I would not blink, or sleep any worse after applying a little more pressure to your throat. I am not some cute pet. I am not your kind. I am death."** Pressing harder against her throat Shyvana was shaking at this point with boiling anger. **"Do not test my true nature. I've lost everything before, I can do so again. Are you prepared to lay down your life for this lax belief? If the answer is no, then do not bring it up again in my presence. Scar may tolerate your behaviour, but I am not him."** And then, it was over. The firey power within the dragon withdrew the pressure of her throat relieved as she stepped back, rubbing her fist as she stood back towards the raptor. **"Do what you must. Just expect me to do the same."** Stated in a dry and tired tone, with Shyvana making no motions except just rubbing her fist. >Maya. > “No, I’ve never had pie. Maya, have you seen the Shack? We grill food or just eat vegetables. Shyvana has given me pasta, and I liked it!” His eyesights were raised and the large reptile immediately tilted his head like a poor child. “Tacos? What are these tacos you speak of?” He wasn’t kiddingly! This poor fool had no clue as to the joy of such food! > > However, he raised his eyes once more in surprise when she asked her final question, and suddenly smiled once more. “Maya, if I were in a different position and had never met Shyvana, I would very much like you. You are beautiful, you are kind, and you’re rather quirky!” Giving her head s gentle pat, he smiled brightly. “I’m sure someone will love you, and your romance will blossom! Not to mention, some of the females are jealous of your hair after all,” He replied, giving her a playful wink. "Well, I, I, have been there once or twiiicee." She admitted, rubbing the back of her head at the mention of pasta. "They have pasta in Demacia? I wasn't aware..." Seemed to be quite serious about her thought about that as she answered his question. "It's like a circle of bread that you fill with all kinds of food. Meat, vegetables, the everything." With Maya explaining heart in hand the deeper process as well as typical assortments to said dish. By the time they came back to her question, the woman turned away scratching at her cheek. "You, you mean that? Quirky's good, better than two-faced... three faced? Liar." Turning to face him again face flushed in a redder colour. "Gotta admit I got a thing for humans. You're nice. You smell good. But, uh, not my type. It's not the swishy tail or the green stuff, just... err... not human?" Shrugging she chuckled as he pats her head and spoke. "M-maybe. My... my sister, she, she thought... never mind don't wanna talk about that. Still nice words, heh, didn't know they thought that." Pulling at the hem of her shirt again at his wink. "D-did you just turn up the heat to mess with me, like, with, with your tail?" Maya poked her body to the side watching his unblackened tail. "Guess not. But I didn't know that. Should have guessed it since _you _ got no hair you know?" Looking up at the shiny spot where hair would be... on a human that is. "But... err.." Rubbing her arm she looked down at the ground. "It's not real. She... she wouldn't let me grow it. Said I had to wear these fake things. Made me blend in, like, like, now yeah?" Scratching her hair and the things that kept it together underneath at that. "I wish things were simpler. I can deal with a black and white world. But grey... what do you do with grey?"
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=003600000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-26T18:33:02.007+0000) > Vana Alexia expected a reaction, something indeed the second she had struck the outsider. In fact, she longed to see it, because in battle you always saw how things ended, or the look in someone’s eyes. She had not experienced war, no, but she experienced a fight... She experienced the looks you get, and the inner workings of someone. She snarled as the dragon pushed the bigger woman up against the wall, her arm beneath her chin and against her throat whilst her hand held fire, enough to burn even her... Her tail wiggled wildly whilst her legs rose, claws prodding at her sides and ready to penetrate her scales and tear into her. It also seemed they had drawn quite the commotion, the snow ,ovine about them as Ankylos of various size rose up, all of them shifting straight into their humanoid form and walking towards them, some wielding clubs and hammers whilst the largest of them held a battered and worn mace. “... He tolerates you... Because you see nothing but war, all because you cloud yourself. It’s so sad... How children see more than you, a woman, no... You’re still but a child, blind to hatred and anger.” Alexia hissed as Shyvana backed away, crossing her arms beneath her chest and closing her eyes. “...Come back to me when you’ve finally opened your eyes. This life you live? You’ll bring everyone down with you, and if you ever bring our people, our leader down... I care not for your City... I care not for your armies.” She glared deeply st the half-dragon and began walking off, but not before giving her one last look, a somewhat haunted one... “And I care not for you... I’ll kill you myself if need be.” When she left, a majority of the guards had left, however the largest of them lumbered over to her, a stern look in his eyes. “Control yourself... Alexia does that with all... We do not tolerate such things here... This is your first, and only warning. Please... stay calm... I’ll inform the Chieftain at a later date...” He stated, glaring a little before turning around, his clubbed tail dragged across the snow. ___ “Pasta, I think, is just because Shyvana is Shyvana,” Scar replied before Maya began to explain a pie with something akin to seriousness. It was sort of adorable how she explained it all, as if cooking itself was such a legendary thing, a godly thing to her if anything else. “I would love to have a pie baked by you... with meat? Lots of meat?” He could never resist his carnivorous side, and he would never! He sighed and gently pat her head with his index finger, giving himself a thumbs up. “I don’t lie, Maya. I do my very best to tell the truth, and I make sure to be honest. What you are in the past will not define who you are now, and you are... a great person, and I don’t mind. We all have our tastes, yes?” He joked, giving her a peace sign with his right hand. That’s what the young ones did, yes? “Well, why not grow it now? You can do whatever you want with your hair and you will still look amazing.” Her sister, such a topic, brought so much doubt in her. One might actually think he believed she was over it, but that was foolish. What she inflicted upon Maya was deep, and all he could really do was encourage her and talk to her. That was the very best he could do. He took a pause in her last question, sitting down again and looked at his claws. He had killed many people, but he had also done in a couple of people, albeit barely. Those were people who fought and a majority of times, he never really killed his opponents. “...You just try and paint in, Maya. The world is bad, yes, but it is also full of so much good... All we can do is go our way, and try to make the world a little better.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=003600000000,timestamp=2018-10-19T01:14:01.488+0000) > **"Long winded is part of being wise I find."** Sucking in a breath when the raptor smacked her. _"Grah..."_ The half-dragon gave her a long stare in return but broke it off once she grew quiet. **"My claws are pledged to king Jarvan the third, that was my meaning. Besides, I can't be arsed to remember every fancy title."** Letting her head hit the building behind them she drew a frustrated huff from her chest. **"Don't remind me of his affection. I don't like it, to have that much power of a person is frightening. I would never use it against him but the point stands." ** Staring blankly into the distance Shyvana rather bitterly stated. ** "I fear that he expects too much of me. He seeks a lover that eventually will settle down with a few children, live a long life in peace. I cannot be that person. Even if I was not sworn to Demacia, I could never live a normal life."** The thrill of battle, hot blood in the air, and enemies under her talons. It was something she could never give up. **"I am afraid to disappoint him in the end, that much is true."** When the raptor shuffled closer Shyvana gently lifted her arm over and resting it lazily on Alexia's shoulder to allow a less awkward space between them. **"I subscribed to that mindset some time ago. I can't think like that anymore... if I do not sacrifice everything for those I protect, then my efforts are futile. They may fear what I truly am, but it does not sway me from my path."** Shyvana's body bounced slightly in response to her annoyed comment about being based on a more warm-blooded creature. **"Don't we all?"** The half-dragon enjoy the moment for what it was worth. **"I can't see it last."** She admitted out of the blue, sighing. **"A year, 200 years, a month. I cannot help but think I may not be ready for this. Nor Scar. He's... impulsive. We've barely tried this for a day and yet I can see his plans in his mind."** Looking down at the snow Shyvana shook her head slightly. **"It is my fault. I led him on much, tempted him."** Looking up at Alexia she asked a question in utter sincerity. **"How do you give a man something you can't give? I want to give my heart, but find my hands empty when I look down."** ---- "T-thanks," Maya said sheepishly in response, turning red from the attention given to her. "That, uh, sounds easy. I can definitely do that." Smiling at him and grunting when he smacked her back. "Never? But pie is... the second best thing to tacos. Never?" Looking at him with a surprised expression, judging him speaking the truth. "Well, we obviously gotta rectify that." Standing up she raised a finger. "One more thing. D-do you really think someone can love... someone- like me?" Scratching her hair she chewed on her lower lip. "I just... erm... could you like me? I'm not saying you and i... that would be, weird, heh. But ehh, d-do you think I'm pretty. That's what I wanted to ask! Yeah." Nodding enthusiastically at that." Looking at him with some form of expectation or desperation in regards to her past.
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=0036000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-12T15:19:14.694+0000) > Vanaaaa “Then inform him of that and he will understand, or simply break away from him and end you’re relationship, something I would be happy about,” Alexia replied with a simple statement, giving Shyvana what she assumed was the truth. It wasn’t because she hated heel, but being blunt in this village was natural, and beating around the bush was rather strange in this area. Alexia could see the list for battle she had, something unlike anything else. “You’re sad if you believe life is on the battlefield. We may fight, even enjoy it, but no one wants a life of only fighting. Granted, life itself is a fight, and you must but the battlefield is different. It changes you, and it forces you to become something more,” She paused briefly and closed her eyes, hissing slightly. “Then you are a fool, Shyvana. Being selfless is a trait befitting of most, but if you always choose the path of the martyrs, then what do you expect? Who would ever follow such a path? Who longs for such a path? Be selfish, act on your needs, and take what you want when you need to... Lest you slowly lose yourself.” She shook her head and have them a small shake of er head. Suddenly, Alexia’s fist smashed straight into Shyvana’s cheek! Whether she was sent into the snow or even resisted, she would find the raptor on her feet and more than annoyed. “Stop acting like such a foolish little girl and make up your mind! That lad sees something in you, something you can’t see yourself, and it is something beautiful! If you can’t find your heart, then look into the abyss or stop trying!” Growling, she rubbed her shoulders. “It’s sad...” ___ “No, I’ve never had pie. Maya, have you seen the Shack? We grill food or just eat vegetables. Shyvana has given me pasta, and I liked it!” His eyesights were raised and the large reptile immediately tilted his head like a poor child. “Tacos? What are these tacos you speak of?” He wasn’t kiddingly! This poor fool had no clue as to the joy of such food! However, he raised his eyes once more in surprise when she asked her final question, and suddenly smiled once more. “Maya, if I were in a different position and had never met Shyvana, I would very much like you. You are beautiful, you are kind, and you’re rather quirky!” Giving her head s gentle pat, he smiled brightly. “I’m sure someone will love you, and your romance will blossom! Not to mention, some of the females are jealous of your hair after all,” He replied, giving her a playful wink.
: Evil Lurks Around Every Corner (Ask Vayne/Open Rp)
"Aha! There's the rum, Bella! Gotta luv these blokes bein' as stupiid as they are!" A rather loud and drunken voice said from outside one of Demacia's bars. Outside was a horribly dressed [man](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1C0fm6_7A2eI52FcNX0yD7hobEJNu5z3gEDK8s3Kd2Xs/edit) with teeth as rotten as a corpse. Grinning, he stumbled left and right before crashing into a pile of trash, giggling like a madman as he grabbed a half empty bottle of rum. Now, while he was unable to get drunk like this, there was a little helpful way to get that special high... Popping open an empty flask, he poured in the remaining alcohol and took a gulp from the flask, giggling like a child as he wagged his arms and legs about. "Hahaha! Bugger, I feel like shoit… Migh' as well grab sumthin'... Sumethin' stronger!" Pushing himself up, he walked right into an alleyway where a scantily clad woman was pressed against a wall by a large brute of a man. *"Oh, it seems we stumbled upon one of the many people of Demacia's underbelly. I rarely remember much crime here... Well, mostly because if you did it, you were dead. I guess this one had a little too much to drink, a noble judging by his crest. I believe he's from one of the lower houses,"* A calm and soft voice spoke, a woman standing beside the brute of a noble and the poor woman. They were completely unaware of her though, only visible to the drunken man's eyes. "An'? Whas tha' got ta do wit me?" He asked her, walking into the alley with his flask lifted high. *"Whatever you wish. Leave the woman to get assaulted, or kill the man and sate me. You know I'll only be, as you say, nagging at you if you don't give me something with blood, imbecile."* She spoke, grinning as the man smacked his skull into his free palm, stumbling a little as he approached the noble and grabbed his shoulder. "Oi! Lad, get yer high sumwhere else, eh? Can't ya just drink yer problems away, ya bloody sod? Yer a bastard, ya know?" He asked, right before he found a knife jammed into his chest. Rufus, pausing, looked down to the hand as the larger man before him grinned and twisted it, obviously believing he was dead. "I can't have witnesses... You would have to forgive me, sir, for I have no time to waste besides enjoying what this whore owes me! If you'll please just..." The larger man suddenly felt a sword dig into his skull, a hook ripping into his bone and carving through him like he was warm butter! Before him, the drunken man was replaced by a large suit of armor that looked up at him and suddenly reeled back his arm before bringing it down in one quick slash... The woman would find her oppressor having split apart in a shower of blood as she witnessed a bloodied knight before her. "Oi, ya got any booze?" He asked her, and his reply came as a shriek and her running off. Rufus paused to look at her go in high heels of all things before looking down to the corpse before him and removing his armor. Bending down, he began digging through his pockets to find some money. "Got yer kicks in, eh, Belly? Now les go get us a drink!" He grinned, rubbing his face and looking down to the knife in his chest. *"Aren't you worried about the body? You could get caught..."* She pointed out, walking beside him with a slightly more feral look in her eyes. "Eh, let the pigs do 'im in. Ain't my job to fix evury problem, luv."
: > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-30T07:06:01.983+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0025,timestamp=2018-08-31T06:19:07.945+0000) > "Yes! Definitely! As a young one, I always played ball with my friends! Beach volleyball sounds wonderful...But Razor-Chan is on my team!" Natsuko replied with hopping joy as she had a small joyful giggle as she looked at Razor who had a small chuckle from actually enjoying that moment seconds ago. He actually got to let loose some pent up energy without having to use any of his weapons and it felt rather great. "Very well then...But how about a little wager, yes? The losing team must pay for ice cream or any treat here on the beach." Razor offered the twins with a friendly grin as his eyes now had a more friendly presence to them. "You have the money if we lose right, Razor-Chan?" She asked Razor who would nod his head actually tellign the truth as he still has enough gold in that little sack of his which a bird just flew off with apparently...Wait what?! Looking quickly to a bird that just took off with Razor's coin pouch that he set on his clothes, Razor's jaw dropped open as he fell on his knees with tears of utter depression since he earned that money from small jobs in Ionian villages. Poor Razor had to have a Natsuko comfort him by patting his shoulder while nodding her head trying to get Razor happy again. Guess that's karma for the ice cream death threats from earlier. "Ummm...On the bright side if the twins agree to the bet then you could get some ice cream?" She said trying to have him cheer up only to have him look at the twins now with fire in his eyes from the mention of his favorite treat. "Very well then...My team challenges yours to a beach volleyball showdown on the beach!" Razor told the with Natsuko having a rather funny fighting pose like she was ready to get her game on at volleyball. *__ In other news, a heavy coin bag actually dropped from the sky right into Roman's sand castle again. The coin's weight was apparently enough to make the castle fall in one area then have a chain reaction to making the entire structure fall. Roman must have a sand castle curse or something.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000008,timestamp=2018-10-11T18:51:25.946+0000) > Nope Roman, taking a deep breath, stood up and began tracing in certain symbols within the sand. While he was unable to use his magic at all outside his sphere besides ice, portals, and the void, he still had a few tricks. His sphere, activating quickly, allowed him to clap his hands and slam them into the ground where the symbols began to glow brightly. As the bunnies hopped right at him, they would suddenly vanish, alongside their frozen companion, with nothing left behind. "Oink?" Barry asked, raising his furry little head in curiosity at where all the bunnies went. However, Roman, sighed and closed the sphere in seconds before returning to his painting. **"Eh, I decided to mess with little Clair's kids and that edgelord a little. Just give it a sec,"** And he continued, but Barry looked over to the intense volleyball game the four were engaged in. Suddenly, a large green portal opened above and out came hell! Bunnies began to fall from a height, smacking onto Razor, Natsuko, Joy, and Hope and the entire playing field! There they came in a swarm and piling up to form a small mountain or pile depending on the quantity. It was bunny mountain, founded by the gods themselves, and they would soon learn to avoid it should the next trick turn... Fatal.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=0036,timestamp=2018-10-05T04:38:32.214+0000) > >“That’s what one of our own spoke of, our wisest members at least, but they’re such annoying little bastards,” Shyvana laughed, a content sigh leaving her in agreement. **"Nothing quite unites people as much when it comes to hating on pompous wise men."** Well that didn't last long, Alexia's wish for her to keep Scar safe didn't pass by her unnoticed the half-dragon clicking her tongue torn on what way to approach the subject. **"I can make no such promise, my heart and claws are already sworn to another king. But I won't have him throw himself at certain death to save another, as noble as that is he is still the leader of your tribe."** Comforting others was a skill she lacked in, staying at someone's side as they passed the threshold into eternity was no harder than taking a life. But comforting someone who opened up to her, vulnerable... it made her chest draw a ragged breath in frustration at her lack of empathy. .>..Then just place them back together, and sew the tear again. Only then will you find your answer,” Alexia replied, crossing her arms and leaning against Shyvana, her larger form pressed to the side of the half-Dragon as she subtly shuddered beneath the cold that wrapped around her. She froze when Alexia accepted her offer, seated next to her she felt if possible more vulnerable than the raptor. But she didn't push away the show of camaraderie, she just... took it for what it was. **"I appreciate the wisdom."** A kind smile growing on her lips. **"I really do. If only tearing the heart out of a dragon was enough to prove to all of Demacia..."** Looking at the raptor with a smirk Shyvana lifted her hand in front of her a small flame dancing in her open palm. **"I should tell you that tale someday. 'Tis a tragic tale but the one I will always share. But not here, I'm gonna have to buy you a beer first. "** Still freezing? At this point, she was going to get hypothermia... if not for her. Shyvana elevated the fire burning in her veins, (like a small radiator) the raptor would finally start to heat up if only a little. The cold was chilling down to the marrow. **"Besides, it's hardly a time to tell a story when my muse is freezing."** --- "Y-you're not angry are you?" Maya hesitated on speaking her mind as Scar turned, and kneeled? Well, she didn't know what to do now exactly. Especially not when he revealed _that_ which made her heart race. And now he was hugging her. Crap didn't expect that didn't want that... kinda wanted that. His purring made her shudder, a bit too familiar... but nothing too terrible so far. "W-wel-l. Heh, good as any pep talk... yeah?" "I like you Scar." She admitted, not in a romantic fashion but as a friend, and in time perhaps a true friend. "Nice having a home... it really is. Just wish I could pay it back... not very helpful being an ant in a giant's world. Sigh, but let's not worry about that." Looking at him she smiled. "You like pies? I was thinking of making one, butterscotch and with a bit of cinnamon. Or something else if you want... something else!"
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=00360000,timestamp=2018-10-18T16:07:28.093+0000) > Vana-chan! "Indeed, but they are indeed wise, but their pride and arrogance? It's very annoying, and I remember almost snapping one of their arms just to get the point across that I was there for help, not useless jabbering about the cosmos," She said, growling at the memories of the wise men and women who lectured and talked to her, giving her orders. However, she got what she needed and left them be, because she was not a raptor made of stone and she certainly didn't have the patience to deal with unlike Scar. "Stop that," She chastised, Shyvana, giving her a firm smack on the head. "Scar is no king, and you should learn he dislikes titles such as that. I'm not expecting you to come and help him with every situation that arises, but I do expect you to stop him from doing stupid things. Gods know he never listens to me, but I have a feeling he won't do the same with you," She said, shaking her head from side to side with a warm, and toothful, smile. Alexia took deep breaths, rubbing her shoulders and curling close to the half-dragon. It wasn't a display of affection or weakness, because while this was one of the lesser freezing lands in the Freljord, it was still the Freljord, and they would have their blizzards and more. "Most people are stupid. You should realize that if you can't prove anything to people, then simply prove it to yourself. People are people, but yourself? You always come first really," Alexia finished, sighing as she looked closely as the small flame that danced upon Shyvana's palm. Shuddering in happiness, Alexia rested her head atop Shyvana's and took deep breaths. This was good, because while it wasn't a lot of heat, it was still heat welcomed. "Hmph, curse our useless reptilian bodies... I wish I was based off a more furry creature." ___ Scar chuckled and shook his head. "I could never be angry at you, Maya. You're fine," He continued to hug her and kept her there for sometime before releasing her. While he couldn't solve all her problems now, they would be solved eventually. Everything took a little time, and Maya still needed time. All he could do now was be there for her and make her feel welcome. "I like you too, Maya," Standing up, he casually rubbed her head and smiled. "Well, I figure that you could pay us back in the simplest way possible. Just smile, work hard, and help the people whenever you can. We don't turn our backs to one another, and we always help one another." Grinning slightly, he chuckled and gave her a firm pat on the back, which might send her toppling a little. "Haven't ever tried a pie before, but I would love to try it! New foods are by far the best experience!"
: > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-30T07:06:01.983+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0025,timestamp=2018-08-31T06:19:07.945+0000) > "Yes! Definitely! As a young one, I always played ball with my friends! Beach volleyball sounds wonderful...But Razor-Chan is on my team!" Natsuko replied with hopping joy as she had a small joyful giggle as she looked at Razor who had a small chuckle from actually enjoying that moment seconds ago. He actually got to let loose some pent up energy without having to use any of his weapons and it felt rather great. "Very well then...But how about a little wager, yes? The losing team must pay for ice cream or any treat here on the beach." Razor offered the twins with a friendly grin as his eyes now had a more friendly presence to them. "You have the money if we lose right, Razor-Chan?" She asked Razor who would nod his head actually tellign the truth as he still has enough gold in that little sack of his which a bird just flew off with apparently...Wait what?! Looking quickly to a bird that just took off with Razor's coin pouch that he set on his clothes, Razor's jaw dropped open as he fell on his knees with tears of utter depression since he earned that money from small jobs in Ionian villages. Poor Razor had to have a Natsuko comfort him by patting his shoulder while nodding her head trying to get Razor happy again. Guess that's karma for the ice cream death threats from earlier. "Ummm...On the bright side if the twins agree to the bet then you could get some ice cream?" She said trying to have him cheer up only to have him look at the twins now with fire in his eyes from the mention of his favorite treat. "Very well then...My team challenges yours to a beach volleyball showdown on the beach!" Razor told the with Natsuko having a rather funny fighting pose like she was ready to get her game on at volleyball. *__ In other news, a heavy coin bag actually dropped from the sky right into Roman's sand castle again. The coin's weight was apparently enough to make the castle fall in one area then have a chain reaction to making the entire structure fall. Roman must have a sand castle curse or something.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-09-11T16:36:16.465+0000) > Bamf Said rabbit would find itself frozen solid, midair, and fall flat onto the sandy floor. Roman, grinning, buried the bunny beneath the sand and sighed. **"Ya know, you can only catch me off-guard so many times until, eventually, you set up an aura that pretty much freezes bad luck. Plus, if you press your own luck outwards, you can counteract the effects of random acts such as this,"** He snapped his fingers, a dome of frost covering the sand and covering the now frozen bunny away. It wasn't dead, he wasn't that cruel, but he was done taking that kinda crap. He had to maintain a low profile from those twins or else Little Clair would kill him. The best bet was that they shouldn't figure out the connection between him and their mother, but it seemed they had pieced things together earlier. The problem with lying, was that lies were too complex, so the best liars tend to add a little truth, but threw in something else to change the direction of the target. The twins had bodies worthy of goddesses, bodies he would love to explore, and maybe free their personalities out with a good shag, but then you had... Éclair, his worse nightmare and friend. If she EVER found out, and she would, about him even making a move on her girls... Well, his figurative boys wouldn't be in action for a couple of weeks, and that was being nice about it... Continuing to paint, he captured the image of the twins in their erotic pose, one he fashioned, chuckling as he switched to another canvas. This time, he seemed to be painting the seaside now, all the while with Barry laying right beside him, porking out on some biscuits.
: Ask Shyvana
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000a6,timestamp=2018-09-12T20:58:12.921+0000) > Yay! “That’s what one of our own spoke of, our wisest members at least, but they’re such annoying little bastards,” The raptor replied, crossing her arms beneath her bosom and hissing in annoyance. She was privy to most information within the village, as well as practically all the inhabitants, and their wisest people were also the most cynical and she just wanted to tear their hides off! “...Keep him safe. He will do anything for us, but that goes to you too. If a time comes where you know he could die, I need you to promise us, promise me... You won’t let him do it...” Alexia’s voice was soft, and much more weak, but because she cared. Scar was always thinking of others before himself, and if it came down to it, he would be the one to place himself before everyone else if it meant they were safe. She couldn’t lose her friend, and she couldn’t imagine the village losing the hope of this village. Walking over to Shyvana, she took a seat right beside her and sighed softly. “Yes, I do hope it’s nothing, but I am ready for hell, as are we all.” “...Then just place them back together, and sew the tear again. Only then will you find your answer,” Alexia replied, crossing her arms and leaning against Shyvana, her larger form pressed to the side of the half-Dragon as she subtly shuddered beneath the cold that wrapped around her. ___ “Then please go and speak your mind, Maya,” Scar replied, chuckling softly as he looked around his table, continuing to scavenge scraps from food over the days. He knew how some people might call him a king, but he was one to ignore them and simply live as a humble and small chieftain. “Titles, yes, but they do not define me, Maya, and they never will. That’s all there is to a title, ya know?” He asked her, but he paused the second she brought up her sister, his back facing her. He listened, and listened, and his shoulders shook a little, but not out of anger. Instead, he turned around, his face full of mirth, but that soon vanished as he walked over, kneeling, his large frame still enough to meet her face. However, Scar’s. Gaze was focused on the ground, and the large saurosapien took a deep breath and looked back up. “...Did you know I almost abandoned my quest to find my people a home? I could have left and lived by myself, and I could have avoided all the rejection, the pain, and every year I was outside moving and moving and praying for a place that was real. Noxus would use us as war machines, and Demacia would treat us unfairly and fear us. Shurima is home to so many dangers, and Ionia would notice a whole tribe of beasts entering...” “Maya, I have done things I regret too, but I can’t change the past. Our actions define who we are, but, Maya...” Scar slowly wrapped his arms around the human, pulling her close for a hug as he purred into her ear. “I cannot tell you what you can or cannot be. I cannot say that you have earned this, nor can I even say that you are better, because only YOU can decide that for yourself. However, even if you did do such things... You are one of us now, and will always be,” He smiled softly before pausing briefly. Her sister... he needed to speak to her.
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: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
Roman was ready to finally decorate his sand castle, right up until a bag of coins suddenly fell from the skies and smashed it into chunks once more. He stared, and stared, and stared before groaning and beginning to kick and kick at the sand with fury! **Mother fucking piece of shit! CENSOR! CENSOR! CENSOR! CENSOR! CENSOR! CEEEEEEEEENSOR!”** His voice muted out at some point as he kicked and kicked before nothing but a literal small hole was left. With a sigh of depression, he decided to just draw... He wasn’t proud of it, but even though he was good at drawing, he didn’t like it, but clearly this was a curse of sorts. With a quick motion, a small portal formed beneath him, hidden from none not right by him, and he managed to pull a canvas, three to be exact, paint brushes, quills, and ink. He took a seat on a stool, freshly conjured up outta ice, and began to look over the landscape. It was nice, but there wasn’t anybody to sketch, except... He noticed the twins coming back outta water, and how every droplet, every twinkle, and bit of water clung to their skin, their bathing suits, and already he felt... arousal, but he knew not! If he gave in, and even tried, Éclair would kill him, his balls, then bring him back and do it all over again! He shuddered, but knew he had to get rid of this somehow... Then came the stretching. IDEA! Suddenly his hands were moving about, and the god’s hands of Chaos were not drawing across the blank canvas using black a cornucopia of different paints and more! **”Have to draw! Have to paint! Get the images outta the mind, Roman! Think about your dick! Gotta think about the dick first and protect it with everything!”** If anyone even stumbled across him, they would find Roman drawing, or painting really, the twins, exactly as they were and dressed, pressed up against each other with a curious look directed out, almost as if they were staring at him. Barry oinked!
CFProxy (NA)
: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
Roman sighed as his castle was once more toppled into the sands from whence they came! He groaned, sitting his ass down and groaning in annoyance after his first groan! **”Seems like I gotta up the ante, or I should just make a whole weird mirror maze thing. One of those should work, but I’ll figure it out,”** Roman said and clapped his hands together, forming his reality sphere over an rea and creating a small sand castle, a child sized one. However, this time rocky bumps were formed around the castle. Strangely enough, they almost seemed to move, but then a crab walked over it and snipped its claws happily... Just as a gaping maw of pure blue energy erupted and snapped the crab into its jaws! The rocky prostration, a living landmine, roared and screeched. It released a piercing wail that echoed across the beach before slithering back down with its bumpy head poking upwards. **”Jesus, are those two... Yup. I’m getting no action...”** Roman was taking a look at the two people starting to get a little hot, but then his attention switched to the skies and he smiled brightly. Barry oinked, snug within a sand cocoon!
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-29T03:57:15.971+0000) > > > > " Shyvana, you are beautiful, physically speaking, but that does not mean I wanted you for your body, or a quick lay, or a shag. I wanted you to you, for your flaws, for your character, for your smiles, your laughter, and those little glimpses I saw behind your mask." He said softly and chuckled a bit when he heard her first joke, the first time the two had met and she brought up soap. > > "I'm not sure whether this will be long term, short term, or permanent... Because that is our heart, and right now my heart's choice is to be with you for as long as possible, and maybe be... mates. Shyvana, I, Scar, Chieftan of the Saurosapiens, am in love with you in heart, mind, body, and spirit... I see into your eyes and I grow happy." He'd hug her right into his abs and smile softly. > > "I want us to be something, and I'm hoping you'll join me on that journey..." Shyv rested her chin on his hand, she was comfortable with staying this way, just the two of them in an affectionate display, no words were needed just his touch right now. But she wanted to see this through, looking directly into his eyes she listened intently to him. It felt agonizing each time he paused, a part of her feared what would come next, but she was going to see this through. It didn't matter if it ended their friendship or blossomed into something special. She wanted to know no matter the cost. The woman he held returned the hug holding him softly as she said. "It may end in tragedy or love in the end, but that's a risk I'm willing to take." She released him from the hug to look at his eyes. "So... I guess this is our first date?" The question seemed unserious but her tone was to the point without any jokes or implications. Letting our a happy sigh Shyv stroked his face with her hand saying in between strokes. "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, ravage you until you can't walk the next morning." She stopped stroking his face. "But I want to take it slow, right now I just want to know you, to experience things with you, things like our first date." Shyv couldn't help but let out a chuckle admitting her fairytale-like romance. "It sounds stupid, doesn't it? You have been so patient with me, waited until I felt comfortable in your presence before making any advances. Waited so long to feel my touch, my love." "Now we are here and I'm telling you I want to take it slow." She took his hand holding it. "If you don't want to wait I understand, I just... want it to be special. My first kiss, my first time both happened on the same day in a random barn in an awful amount of hay. It was a frivolous fling that felt as special as taking a breath." "My young mind at that time believed it would be amazing, a feeling similar to unlocking the secret to eternal life or creating diamonds from coal. Now that I'm older, more experienced I still yearn for that perfect date, that perfect ending to a night." ((Remind not to post when I'm deathly tired I tend to get a bit melodramatic.))
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000a4,timestamp=2018-08-12T15:43:50.317+0000) > Shyvana “No, none of those... Something else stirs the instincts. I can’t trust it, and I feel like whatever comes is something beyond us. Everything in my body screams fear, but I refuse to give in. Whatever it is, I intend on stopping it or at least preparing the village in time. My scouts should return... within a few hours at most.” The raptor replied before she paused, listening to Shyvana’s question and taking a breath. She turned around, facing the wall with her arms crossed behind her back. “Did you know that the raptors, us, were meant for specific roles? We were to be scouts, assassins, and interrogators. Our entire purpose was to serve others as more than just weapons,” She shuddered and brought her hands forth, looking over each and every scale that adorned her body. “...We were to be wild dogs. We were to hunt our targets down, and kill them, or worse, make it slow and extract information. They had us respond to sounds, certain words.” She raised her three individual digits up and made a crushing motion. “Action. Cause. Reaction. Three words that were given, and each one symbolized is. I hated it. So when were free, I thought we needed to be more crueler. We should take the fight to humans, get revenge, and make them pay for all they had done!” She shuddered, hissing loudly and hissing into the air. “However, Scar... refused. He saw no reason to seek more conflict, and I hate doing him for it, but I respect him for it. I fight, because I want to do something good. I fight so that I can protect others, not so that I can hunt them down.” Alexia sighed, shrugging at Shyvana. “That’s it. What drew you to our leader?” ___ “Well, if you have much to say, then speak. You have as much word here as everyone else, Maya. I took you in because you needed a home, and if you have problems, or things to add, I would be happy to help or talk to the other clans.” Scar said, smiling at Maya’s, but frowning slightly on the inside at the sight of her fixed smile. He chuckled softly and motioned to his home, offering Maya a seat beside him in his couch. “King? I don’t consider myself a king, Maya. I’m a simple chieftain in charge of a simple village.” He paused, almost surprised by then question, before smiling. “Yes, more than anything. However, home is where the heart is, and here is my heart... You are part of my heart too.”
CFProxy (NA)
: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
Roman was surrounded once more in a dome, surrounding those within his presence, but they would witness nothing really dangerous or adverse affecting them. Thankfully, he kept it locked away from the twins and the If anything, it just felt different as in location wise, and right now the God of Chaos was making intricate and almost tribal dance moves. His body flowed like water, swift as the wind, yet also created erratic move sets with every step and every push his hands made. He suddenly paused, his legs spread out, hands seemingly drawing in a sort of energy... And bam! A flash of sparkles escaped his palms, and he sighed, looking rather dejected. Then poof, his small sand castle had returned! This time though, it was larger, enough to House an actual person, and now it had what looked like a moving sand serpent traveling around like some most. Any who tread near would find a burst of sand splashing into their new faces like water! **”Yay! I knew you were an amazing magical hog, Barry!”** Keep the twins off him, that was the goal. Right now they were busy and that was more than good, but knowing Éclair, she had spies on them now, or would know the second those girls were home! His balls had never felt more terrified within their life. So, his plan was in effect, The dome dissipated, and strangely enough, the pig seemed to have an aura around it. He looked shinier and even more threatening with a pair of horns popping from his head. However, that was only an act! Barry had some glitter sprinkled around his fur, making him seem astral, and he and a pair of horns glued to his head through the fur. Only someone with acjte X-ray eyes would see it! **”Now, I feel like doing something outrageously stupid... Swimming? Watching the twins play volley ball? Their bodies slicked with sweat, twincest!”** He whispered quietly to himself and peeked out the door of his tiny sand castle!
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-29T03:57:15.971+0000) > > > > " Shyvana, you are beautiful, physically speaking, but that does not mean I wanted you for your body, or a quick lay, or a shag. I wanted you to you, for your flaws, for your character, for your smiles, your laughter, and those little glimpses I saw behind your mask." He said softly and chuckled a bit when he heard her first joke, the first time the two had met and she brought up soap. > > "I'm not sure whether this will be long term, short term, or permanent... Because that is our heart, and right now my heart's choice is to be with you for as long as possible, and maybe be... mates. Shyvana, I, Scar, Chieftan of the Saurosapiens, am in love with you in heart, mind, body, and spirit... I see into your eyes and I grow happy." He'd hug her right into his abs and smile softly. > > "I want us to be something, and I'm hoping you'll join me on that journey..." Shyv rested her chin on his hand, she was comfortable with staying this way, just the two of them in an affectionate display, no words were needed just his touch right now. But she wanted to see this through, looking directly into his eyes she listened intently to him. It felt agonizing each time he paused, a part of her feared what would come next, but she was going to see this through. It didn't matter if it ended their friendship or blossomed into something special. She wanted to know no matter the cost. The woman he held returned the hug holding him softly as she said. "It may end in tragedy or love in the end, but that's a risk I'm willing to take." She released him from the hug to look at his eyes. "So... I guess this is our first date?" The question seemed unserious but her tone was to the point without any jokes or implications. Letting our a happy sigh Shyv stroked his face with her hand saying in between strokes. "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, ravage you until you can't walk the next morning." She stopped stroking his face. "But I want to take it slow, right now I just want to know you, to experience things with you, things like our first date." Shyv couldn't help but let out a chuckle admitting her fairytale-like romance. "It sounds stupid, doesn't it? You have been so patient with me, waited until I felt comfortable in your presence before making any advances. Waited so long to feel my touch, my love." "Now we are here and I'm telling you I want to take it slow." She took his hand holding it. "If you don't want to wait I understand, I just... want it to be special. My first kiss, my first time both happened on the same day in a random barn in an awful amount of hay. It was a frivolous fling that felt as special as taking a breath." "My young mind at that time believed it would be amazing, a feeling similar to unlocking the secret to eternal life or creating diamonds from coal. Now that I'm older, more experienced I still yearn for that perfect date, that perfect ending to a night." ((Remind not to post when I'm deathly tired I tend to get a bit melodramatic.))
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000a2,timestamp=2018-08-10T14:11:10.136+0000) > Shyvana is my waifu. “You should learn not to stick your nose into our matters, halfling. Our people were bred for war, but some refuse to ob such things. Do not just assume it is that simple, especially those labs... Vats, collars, tortures! They endured, and they deserve some semblance of peace.” Alexa hissed, her nostrils flaring and a row of feathers popping from her scalp, shuddering as she stared. Alexa snorts and bared her canines. “No, I’m not going to go and leave the village just to show you how I can do in action as well as my pack. Leave your military thinking behind and let the villagers be who they choose to be.” Alexa pointednout into the large blizzard and made a motion of Shyvana to look ahead. “If I were to do anything and leave our home undefended, I’m unsure. Something is up and I plan on defending my home in the meanwhile.” ___ Scar was currently remembering things, old things. He saw himself in a strange vat, one of pure red liquids, and he saw a strange deformed man standing. He was brought forth from his memories by the knocks on his door and shook his head to clear up the memories. He stood up and walked over, opening up the door and then smiling at the sight of one of his newer residents. “Maya! How are you!? When did you decide to come visit?” He asked, smiling as he motioned for her to step inside and away from the cold.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-29T03:57:15.971+0000) > > > > " Shyvana, you are beautiful, physically speaking, but that does not mean I wanted you for your body, or a quick lay, or a shag. I wanted you to you, for your flaws, for your character, for your smiles, your laughter, and those little glimpses I saw behind your mask." He said softly and chuckled a bit when he heard her first joke, the first time the two had met and she brought up soap. > > "I'm not sure whether this will be long term, short term, or permanent... Because that is our heart, and right now my heart's choice is to be with you for as long as possible, and maybe be... mates. Shyvana, I, Scar, Chieftan of the Saurosapiens, am in love with you in heart, mind, body, and spirit... I see into your eyes and I grow happy." He'd hug her right into his abs and smile softly. > > "I want us to be something, and I'm hoping you'll join me on that journey..." Shyv rested her chin on his hand, she was comfortable with staying this way, just the two of them in an affectionate display, no words were needed just his touch right now. But she wanted to see this through, looking directly into his eyes she listened intently to him. It felt agonizing each time he paused, a part of her feared what would come next, but she was going to see this through. It didn't matter if it ended their friendship or blossomed into something special. She wanted to know no matter the cost. The woman he held returned the hug holding him softly as she said. "It may end in tragedy or love in the end, but that's a risk I'm willing to take." She released him from the hug to look at his eyes. "So... I guess this is our first date?" The question seemed unserious but her tone was to the point without any jokes or implications. Letting our a happy sigh Shyv stroked his face with her hand saying in between strokes. "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, ravage you until you can't walk the next morning." She stopped stroking his face. "But I want to take it slow, right now I just want to know you, to experience things with you, things like our first date." Shyv couldn't help but let out a chuckle admitting her fairytale-like romance. "It sounds stupid, doesn't it? You have been so patient with me, waited until I felt comfortable in your presence before making any advances. Waited so long to feel my touch, my love." "Now we are here and I'm telling you I want to take it slow." She took his hand holding it. "If you don't want to wait I understand, I just... want it to be special. My first kiss, my first time both happened on the same day in a random barn in an awful amount of hay. It was a frivolous fling that felt as special as taking a breath." "My young mind at that time believed it would be amazing, a feeling similar to unlocking the secret to eternal life or creating diamonds from coal. Now that I'm older, more experienced I still yearn for that perfect date, that perfect ending to a night." ((Remind not to post when I'm deathly tired I tend to get a bit melodramatic.))
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=0023000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009d,timestamp=2018-07-18T01:24:11.065+0000) > (I wouldn't mind that. Might make some interesting stuff.) "Of course, Shyvana." Scar said, smiling just before Shyvana left, leaving the Saurian alone as he took a seat on the couch. He sighed and began to over the past in the meantime, visiting every memory he had just like when he was first... 'created' so to speak. ___ "Of course, unless you intend to waste my time with simple conversation, then speak." Alexia looked down to Shyvana, hopping right outside of her den and landing right in front of Shyvana. She crossed her arms underneath her chest and looked at their visitor, wondering what she could have possibly needed her for. All she knew was that her scent was mixed in deeply with Scar's, a small feeling of jealousy made itself known, but she pushed it aside. Life moved on, and so did she. "Go on."
: > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e0000,timestamp=2018-07-18T21:09:55.205+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002c,timestamp=2018-07-18T22:27:08.119+0000) > > ...And the hell begins... "Me? Big jerk? I'm afraid I have no clue what you're on about...But thanks for the info!" Lin called out as he walked past Roman and Barry only to have a strong gust blow the remains of the castle destroying their very hope of building another from the remains. "That castle doesn't suit you...Try a small hut. That pig would definitely give you a few meals...Or whatever it is." Stopping to look over his shoulder at Roman, Lin had a much too friendly grin on that face. His blue eyes were very similar to Razor's only Lin's were filled with actual bloodlust and needs for chaos. "Thanks though for pointing me in the direction though as I see him...And thank you for letting me know that the fox girl is here. I can finish my job now!" He laughed joyfully before walking away letting Roman realize he was after poor innocent Natsuko and Razor who was unaware of what was going on from his current sand drawing activity. *__ Finding some comfort from the twins, Natsuko would hide with them the best she could despite her ears twitching from the feeling that Lin already knows where she's at despite the twins help. She was shaking in fear even as she was being shielded by the twins since seeing him causes a huge breakdown of mental fear. For a second, the twins would hear a very quiet plead for Razor showing she has huge amounts of trust in him despite how he appears to be. *__ Razor drew a cute "BUNNY" in the sand as Lin would continue to walk towards Razor's very direction.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001e00000000,timestamp=2018-07-23T01:43:49.538+0000) > Lin is going away. Roman sighed once the guy pretty much destroyed any chance of him creating his sand castle. If anything, he was annoyed, and maybe he just wanted ONE DAY where he didn't need to use his powers. This? This was an exception, and with a clap of his hands, his reality dome formed above him and encircled Lin and just himself. Lin would feel every inch of his body frozen, stuck within a stasis field of sorts, as Roman walked over and turned him around, making him face the ocean. **"You can't hear me now, buuuuuut you're really bugging me. Luckily enough, I'm sending you on a one-way trip to... Maybe Shurima? Maybe Shurima, and since we're blocked, no one should notice this little trick."** His reality dome closed in, forming up another layer that blocked everything inside so that anyone on the outside would see nothing. He positioned his hands, making some off the base calculations, and grinning. **"Bye! Have a great time!"** Lin would find himself experiencing the feeling of traveling space at lightspeed, and in this case, he was suddenly flung outside the dome and soaring the skies like a rocket. Whether anyone saw or not depended on how good their eyesight was, and he would definitely be able to move, but could he stop the fact he was above the ocean at great heights and still flying? Probably not... **"Well, I am surprised! I never knew you were that magical, Barry!"** Roman told the pig, making it seem like the little animal beside him was the true maker of magic. The field was destroyed and the bubble was gone, revealing a glowing, but dimly, Barry and a Roman with a fresh sand castle. **"Good times..."** "Oink!" **"Damn right."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T05:55:36.081+0000) > > Buffy Roman "No, I already know what it is since my parents told me when I was younger." She said as her tail went side to side knowing things no normal person should ever know especially someone of her age. "And sorry for his behavior...Razor-Chan's always been like that ever since he went berserk in Piltover on the day he lost his arm." "He's actually a fluffy teddy bear with a mean growl since he likes ice cream, playing with his weapons like they're toys, and he loves getting new equipment as if they're new toys for him to play with." The fox went on waving her hand not caring about sharing Razor's deepest secrets. Secrets that he'd take to his grave. Looking towards the twins, she would just tilt her head confused as Razor would be touching the water with his finger not liking how cold it was.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002a,timestamp=2018-07-16T00:49:24.263+0000) > Broski! **"Not really. That honor goes to little edgelord-chan a few meters, or whatever measurements you use away there. I just kinda touched her is all and wanted to feel her ears up. Nothin' much but the usual things of what all people do, ya know?"** Roman said, whining as he scooped up the remains of his sand castle. Even Éclair never went this far to make him whine or cry! She would have simply said, "Eh," and that would be it! He huffed and began making another sand castle, deciding this wasn't his fight, but if he bothered the twins then he might step in. Éclair would kill him if anything happened to them and he was there. She would also kill him for meeting them. She would outright murder his balls for sleeping with them. ...He was really gonna die, wasn't he? **"You're a bag of douche, but your brother basically ran off somewhere there, or... I forgot. I kinda stopped caring because her was boring, man. Now go away and stop botherin' me! You're a big jerk!"** Seriously, people were making it very difficult to not make a reality bubble, freeze the person, and bury them a few hundred feet or so... And they wondered why he was so crazy?
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-29T03:57:15.971+0000) > > > > " Shyvana, you are beautiful, physically speaking, but that does not mean I wanted you for your body, or a quick lay, or a shag. I wanted you to you, for your flaws, for your character, for your smiles, your laughter, and those little glimpses I saw behind your mask." He said softly and chuckled a bit when he heard her first joke, the first time the two had met and she brought up soap. > > "I'm not sure whether this will be long term, short term, or permanent... Because that is our heart, and right now my heart's choice is to be with you for as long as possible, and maybe be... mates. Shyvana, I, Scar, Chieftan of the Saurosapiens, am in love with you in heart, mind, body, and spirit... I see into your eyes and I grow happy." He'd hug her right into his abs and smile softly. > > "I want us to be something, and I'm hoping you'll join me on that journey..." Shyv rested her chin on his hand, she was comfortable with staying this way, just the two of them in an affectionate display, no words were needed just his touch right now. But she wanted to see this through, looking directly into his eyes she listened intently to him. It felt agonizing each time he paused, a part of her feared what would come next, but she was going to see this through. It didn't matter if it ended their friendship or blossomed into something special. She wanted to know no matter the cost. The woman he held returned the hug holding him softly as she said. "It may end in tragedy or love in the end, but that's a risk I'm willing to take." She released him from the hug to look at his eyes. "So... I guess this is our first date?" The question seemed unserious but her tone was to the point without any jokes or implications. Letting our a happy sigh Shyv stroked his face with her hand saying in between strokes. "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, ravage you until you can't walk the next morning." She stopped stroking his face. "But I want to take it slow, right now I just want to know you, to experience things with you, things like our first date." Shyv couldn't help but let out a chuckle admitting her fairytale-like romance. "It sounds stupid, doesn't it? You have been so patient with me, waited until I felt comfortable in your presence before making any advances. Waited so long to feel my touch, my love." "Now we are here and I'm telling you I want to take it slow." She took his hand holding it. "If you don't want to wait I understand, I just... want it to be special. My first kiss, my first time both happened on the same day in a random barn in an awful amount of hay. It was a frivolous fling that felt as special as taking a breath." "My young mind at that time believed it would be amazing, a feeling similar to unlocking the secret to eternal life or creating diamonds from coal. Now that I'm older, more experienced I still yearn for that perfect date, that perfect ending to a night." ((Remind not to post when I'm deathly tired I tend to get a bit melodramatic.))
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=0023000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009b,timestamp=2018-07-09T23:17:26.581+0000) > "Shyvana, if she comes for my home, then I will stand by and fight for it. You have to understand, that this is more than just a home. It is where our journey has reached a new goal. We want to live our lives in freedom. We wish to live in happiness. This land is more than just a piece of soil and fields and snow. This land is our hope and our will. To give it up would mean giving our hope and will." Scar shook his head, smiling at Shyvana. "I would offer her a peaceful solution, but should it come to blows, I will defend my people and fight. Trials will always be in place, as life dictates, and it is up to us to continue pushing forward" "I understand, Shyvana, however pacing around and working is not always the answer. Then again, you are quite the active woman, are you not? It only makes sense that you would always work, but I guess I am sometimes like that. I have learned to entrust some work onto the council," Scar said, smiling at her and chuckling. "It's fine, Shyvana. I won't change you, but we should work on your skills in public, at least here for the future should you ever visit again." He paused slightly, looking down curiously and raising his hands. Now that he thought of it, his scales were starting to feel more ragged and worn, almost as if he were shedding. Scar didn't think much on it because this has happened before, but his scales returned normal within time. It was just something that happened to him, even when he asked others of any similar occurrences. "You can go see her if you wish. I do have matters to attend to as well since I do help with some of the construction around here. How about we meet up later back here?" He proposed, offering his hand to comfort her, trying to soothe her back. ___ Alexia was propped over the village gates, hissing as her tail swung from side to side. With a sudden growl, feathers emerged from her body, at her elbows, to her tail, right to the top of her head. She huffed and looked forward, sniffing the air and feeling a noticeable shift in the air. It smelled... similar to the people in their village, yet also so different. it felt as if it was composed of almost everyone here, and for some reason the scent had constantly shifted, appearing and then disappearing. With a sudden shout, a pair of raptors climbed up the stone walls, standing upwards and raised their heads curiously. "I need you two to keep the guards on notice. I want you stationed here, and see if we can get any scouts out to the South quadrant. I wish for more of our people stationed near the opening in one of the walls." She crossed her arms under her chest, propping her jaw with one of her claws and squinting her eyes. "I smell something wrong, so keep your guards up or you'll be babysitting the Brontos." With a huff, she leapt away, traveling amongst a few rooftops and trees located in the village. She had to keep her guard up at all times, especially when their visitor was here. For all she knew, bandits or assassins could have followed. She trusted her leader, even adored him, but there was a time where respect could only go so far. If it was to save the village, then she would gladly betray him. Their people came first. ___ *"I am near... So very, very near..."* A rather raspy voice said, a figure standing inside what appeared to be a blizzard, heading straight for Scar's village. The figure's eyes were a blood red, and his size was quite large, but just as he seemed to be visible, he suddenly vanished. All that could be heard was the roar of the blizzards, and a laugh full of mocking malice. *"I'm coming for all of you~"*
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T05:55:36.081+0000) > > Buffy Roman "No, I already know what it is since my parents told me when I was younger." She said as her tail went side to side knowing things no normal person should ever know especially someone of her age. "And sorry for his behavior...Razor-Chan's always been like that ever since he went berserk in Piltover on the day he lost his arm." "He's actually a fluffy teddy bear with a mean growl since he likes ice cream, playing with his weapons like they're toys, and he loves getting new equipment as if they're new toys for him to play with." The fox went on waving her hand not caring about sharing Razor's deepest secrets. Secrets that he'd take to his grave. Looking towards the twins, she would just tilt her head confused as Razor would be touching the water with his finger not liking how cold it was.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000020,timestamp=2018-07-10T02:04:50.173+0000) > This guy Roman and Barry were enjoying there time, of course the pig himself was quite insulted by what Razor had said. Fat? He was the standard weight for a fully matured sheep pig! If anything, the young man was a little thin on the bones himself! Said pig was whining to Roman whilst he made sand castles, making unbelievable sculptures that rivaled that of artists who took months to work on a piece. **"I'm sure the kid is just being edgy, Barry. Can't blame him for what he is, but I will say that if he ever wants to grow stronger, or be taken seriously, then he needs to let go and move on. Staying in the past never does anyone good, Barry."** Roman chuckled softly, remembering the genocide he committed, but he couldn't regret. He had made his choices, and the consequence was living with himself forever. He never forgot, but he chose to live with it, because living in the past was something only a fool would do. His thoughts were cut off when out of nowhere, Barry seemed to have heard Natsuko's words, feeling her hungry gaze. "Oink!" **"Go ahead, just know you can only do it once, else your neck is gonna be sore."** Natsuko might feel a strange, unearthly sensation, something the twins would possibly pick up on as well. Should she look, she could see Barry's back facing her while he looked out to the waters, however his head soon began to crank, turning around until his head was backwards. His beady little glowing orbs stared at the fox creepily before, "Oink oink..." The young god was chuckling to himself, setting the pig's head right back into place, whining in some pain which he alleviated with a small block of ice. Once his sand castle was destroyed, Roman pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. **"Gods above, I am not always gonna be here to do this! Ruining a guy's sand castle is just plain mean, especially when they haven't been to a beach in years!"** Roman sighed heavily, trying to ignore the headache as his furry companion waddled right beside him, laying his large body over Roman's legs, oinking and wiggling his hooves. **"Look, if you're looking for something, I am HEAVILY into females and the only males I accept are really, really, REALLY feminine ones. We're talking the ones you think are really beautiful before finding out they're a dude. Plus, a higher pitched tone."** Whether he was being serious or not was the real wonder here.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T05:55:36.081+0000) > > Buffy Roman "No, I already know what it is since my parents told me when I was younger." She said as her tail went side to side knowing things no normal person should ever know especially someone of her age. "And sorry for his behavior...Razor-Chan's always been like that ever since he went berserk in Piltover on the day he lost his arm." "He's actually a fluffy teddy bear with a mean growl since he likes ice cream, playing with his weapons like they're toys, and he loves getting new equipment as if they're new toys for him to play with." The fox went on waving her hand not caring about sharing Razor's deepest secrets. Secrets that he'd take to his grave. Looking towards the twins, she would just tilt her head confused as Razor would be touching the water with his finger not liking how cold it was.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001c,timestamp=2018-07-08T18:03:08.636+0000) > Boooooring Everything that Razor had said and done might have maybe surprised anyone else who had a relatively normal life, but for people who have lived and seen things, it was nothing. Roman figured Razor for a child, but his age said otherwise, however if this was how he was then it was truly pathetic. If he was 6,015 years old, then why the hell was he still acting like such a child? It was this entire act he put on right now that simply bored Roman, someone who had done terrible things, but had lived a true life nonetheless. He had done many things for attention, things that were disgusting, but he had grown for them, even if they were the worst mistakes in his life. It wasn't intimidating. It wasn't scary. It wasn't maturity. This kid acted like an adult which pretty much reversed everything. Honestly, Roman was pretty dumbstruck by Razor, especially since he took a twitch for the fact that he supposedly lacked social skills? Did he really not know who he was talking too? Then again, he never did mention his divinity, but either way, he made it seem like he was the older one and Roman a young child in this when it was CLEARLY the reverse! The fact that a twitch out of clear recognition of a certain word set him off was far from what the boy said, and that mental awkwardness? What mental awkwardness did he have!? Sure, he liked pigs, farms, and sandwiches, but mentally awkward? He pretty much delved into minds, and that voice! How was he supposed to take that cold voice seriously when it was so cheesy!? Roman's response was something one might consider refined and dignified in this entire situation. His answer might even shock Razor, because there was possibly no way he would expect for Roman to ever say, **"Neat."** It wasn't full of rage or conviction, or even annoyance. It was just a simple word, with boredom laced into the words, TRUE boredom. **"You need some therapy, kid. Trust me, you're clearly not the older one here if you act like this. Kinda sad if we're being honest. At first, I was gonna let this edgy thing go because it was kinda cute at first, but now it's pretty sad. My heart is literally tearing because of how sad you are."** He raised his hands afterwards. **"I gotta hand it to ya. Never met someone who could bore me faster than my sister, and man did she bore the hell out of me with her rules. Look, my only advice for you is that you just... figure yourself out, stop standing in the past, and grow up."** He shook his head and frowned. **"You really are a kid. Imma go play with my pig, maybe play some cards, and you're free to join, but drop the edge act, kid. It's boooooring."** Take their hands? What was this? He had lovers for chaos' sake! That would be cheating if he got married and cut ties, something he wasn't ever gonna do anytime soon, or ever really. With that said, he began walking off to grab his pig who seemed to be eating the twin's parasol. ___ Barry playfully nibbled on the parasol the twins had set up, constantly chewing before he noticed his master walking by. The spawn of chaos formed a parasol of ice and placed it in the sand a few feet away from the group, taking some pleasure in the shade. **"Time to build sand castles, Barry."** Just like that, he began making sand castles. Razor was open to join, but no edge!
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T05:55:36.081+0000) > > Buffy Roman "No, I already know what it is since my parents told me when I was younger." She said as her tail went side to side knowing things no normal person should ever know especially someone of her age. "And sorry for his behavior...Razor-Chan's always been like that ever since he went berserk in Piltover on the day he lost his arm." "He's actually a fluffy teddy bear with a mean growl since he likes ice cream, playing with his weapons like they're toys, and he loves getting new equipment as if they're new toys for him to play with." The fox went on waving her hand not caring about sharing Razor's deepest secrets. Secrets that he'd take to his grave. Looking towards the twins, she would just tilt her head confused as Razor would be touching the water with his finger not liking how cold it was.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000018,timestamp=2018-07-07T04:48:50.398+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000019,timestamp=2018-07-07T22:25:03.167+0000) > Twins and Razor! **"Ohhh, you do have me there. I was never known for being concise, and I have even forgotten the meaning of that word,"** He replied with but a small mischievous grin and holding a hand to his chin and shrugging his shoulders, almost sheepishly. **"I get that quite a lot to be honest. I guess I'm a natural at changing a conversation at times."** He said simply before they gave him a perfect opportunity to keep things quiet. **"I've heard it before, but believe me when I say, that never applies to me. I like to be open so people know exactly who they're talking to who, however, seeing as I have clearly... disturbed you, I'll be sure to keep my mouth shut more,"** He sounded quite sad when he said this, sighing softly and looking away. All in all, they had just allowed him to feel more bad and given him more chances to keep conversations small. If anything, this was a boon they would regret, making their little word games that much more difficult. It was when they brought forth his artistic skills, that he seemed enthusiastic, which was actually true. Éclair had even said she might commission him sometime with how his work was, so that was fine news, eh? **"Sure, I wouldn't mind, and while I'm sketching I can still maintain a conversation. it wouldn't slow me down in the slightest."** Roman had changed it up, keeping answers and words more quick to the tongue, but also simple. **"Efreets, huh? Let's see... We have Ymir Efreet in the Freljord, but that's more of a nickname really, so she tends to ignore that a lot and is rather... simple to be honest. I believe I have met a Nicolai Efreet down by Zaun, a talented scientist to be sure, but a little off the rocker if I do say so myself. Cyrus Efreet, oh, quite the man indeed and what a gentleman too. One of the few normal people I've met. I know a couple of more if you wish to hear,"** Lies that ran so smoothly, almost anyone would buy the story. He grinned at Joy. **"Intuition, dear. You don't go through my life without being able to read people, but you two are one of those difficult types. A challenge really, but definitely similarities in my siblings,"** He paused as he remembered Typhoon and Neptuous, both good brothers to each other, but one being more of an arse and the other treating him well. **"You guys are quite close and honestly, don't seem like the type to hide anything together. Not to mention, you seem to be joined at the hip, something they did as well. Granted, one of them was rather... cruel, Neptuous always did manage to make me feel like a special guy, even when I was a moron."** He chuckled, sighing softly now at the mentioning of his family, something he tended to forget... Sometimes on purpose. Roman snapped right back into reality when they seemed offended, and he attempted to apologize. **"Not like that. It's just some people aren't used to handling, well, me. I'm a strange fellow who never really shuts up, so what you see is me being as polite and respectful as I can if we're being formal. I know a few gals who like me for being... Well, me."** **"I am not gonna lie to you. That lifts my spirit up and makes me feel good about myself. I am happy to hear you respecting some form of privacy. What I do isn't illegal, buuuut... I ain't proud of it."** He let both Hope and Joy know that it would be done and they would all grab a bite, of course, he just prayed they weren't one of those hidden food mongers. He had once seen a toddler eat through three steaks! She had no damn teeth either! Where was the logic in this world!? If Roman was intimidated by Razor, then he didn't show it. In fact, he looked rather bored as he yawned. What was with people who seemed so on edge? Gods, it was like edgelord world here... How many people did he know who constantly cried out about avenging their dead parents, or something about an insane fear of sheeps and suddenly dressing like some lunatic who fights as a sheep. It wasn't that he didn't feel sorry for them, but the least they could fucking do was not act like a dime a dozen vigilante or some sort of bandit with issues! At this point, it was just a phase in his eyes and they needed to grow. **"Look, I don't kiss and tell, and it's a little rude asking for a guy's age out of the blue. I'm in my late 1800s if that works,"** Even if the kid was older, he was still just that. A kid. Sure, he could be a millennia, or even more than him, but until he started acting his age, then how could he ever acknowledge him as nothing more than a kid? This was worse than teaching Barry how to use the toilet. It was only successful until the 8th day. Rather unreal. **"Why not just... name yourself Alan Jefferson and go be a farmer or something? C'mon, it has to better than... Well, this awkward phase in your poor teenage life,"** Barry had waddled after the girls, wanting to check in on the fox, but he strayed away once they set up their parasol. He seemed fully intent on making sand angels rather cutely, oinking with his large size aiding this endeavor.
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=002300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-29T03:57:15.971+0000) > > > > " Shyvana, you are beautiful, physically speaking, but that does not mean I wanted you for your body, or a quick lay, or a shag. I wanted you to you, for your flaws, for your character, for your smiles, your laughter, and those little glimpses I saw behind your mask." He said softly and chuckled a bit when he heard her first joke, the first time the two had met and she brought up soap. > > "I'm not sure whether this will be long term, short term, or permanent... Because that is our heart, and right now my heart's choice is to be with you for as long as possible, and maybe be... mates. Shyvana, I, Scar, Chieftan of the Saurosapiens, am in love with you in heart, mind, body, and spirit... I see into your eyes and I grow happy." He'd hug her right into his abs and smile softly. > > "I want us to be something, and I'm hoping you'll join me on that journey..." Shyv rested her chin on his hand, she was comfortable with staying this way, just the two of them in an affectionate display, no words were needed just his touch right now. But she wanted to see this through, looking directly into his eyes she listened intently to him. It felt agonizing each time he paused, a part of her feared what would come next, but she was going to see this through. It didn't matter if it ended their friendship or blossomed into something special. She wanted to know no matter the cost. The woman he held returned the hug holding him softly as she said. "It may end in tragedy or love in the end, but that's a risk I'm willing to take." She released him from the hug to look at his eyes. "So... I guess this is our first date?" The question seemed unserious but her tone was to the point without any jokes or implications. Letting our a happy sigh Shyv stroked his face with her hand saying in between strokes. "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, ravage you until you can't walk the next morning." She stopped stroking his face. "But I want to take it slow, right now I just want to know you, to experience things with you, things like our first date." Shyv couldn't help but let out a chuckle admitting her fairytale-like romance. "It sounds stupid, doesn't it? You have been so patient with me, waited until I felt comfortable in your presence before making any advances. Waited so long to feel my touch, my love." "Now we are here and I'm telling you I want to take it slow." She took his hand holding it. "If you don't want to wait I understand, I just... want it to be special. My first kiss, my first time both happened on the same day in a random barn in an awful amount of hay. It was a frivolous fling that felt as special as taking a breath." "My young mind at that time believed it would be amazing, a feeling similar to unlocking the secret to eternal life or creating diamonds from coal. Now that I'm older, more experienced I still yearn for that perfect date, that perfect ending to a night." ((Remind not to post when I'm deathly tired I tend to get a bit melodramatic.))
> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=O4apE76H,comment-id=00230000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000099,timestamp=2018-07-05T21:51:17.951+0000) > STOP TEASING ME, VANA! DX "She truly is. She helped my people and I here, and we owe her everything. Should she ever ask for my people's aid, know that she would have it, and mine. I would brave the gates of hell for the token she has given us. There are very limited options when finding a home, Shyvana, a real home and not some random piece of land." He sighed softly and shook his head, remembering the days of traveling and meeting many people, trying to find a proper home, and now that he had... He was happy. "Flattery will get me so far with you. I have to constantly think of my material." "I knew Noxus was a place that would abuse my people for their own gains and treat us like weapons. Demacia, well, it speaks for itself. I understand not everyone is bad, but the city has classes and rules I simply cannot abide by. Their tolerance for magic, their nobility and classes, and then the people... I couldn't send them there. While it is difficult here, I am happy with what we have. Currently, we have some ballista turrets being built and even catapults, but right now we simply have the Ankylo's and Raptors acting as the guards." He chuckled as he went on, "They are unused to it, but the raptors took to it easily. Alexis was the one who took our people's existence seriously and made sure to threaten anyone who came near." He sighed softly and stroked her head, smiling at his mate. "We could simply enjoy each other's company and sleep for the day. We don't have much longer, Shyvana. Days pass on quickly, and I wish to spend every moment with you. Even if they are small." He said, but he wouldn't subject her to his people. She was very unused to being strange amongst normal, especially when it came to his people who treated her normally. "As for bathing, we only just dump water on ourselves, Shyvana. We don't have soap or anything such as that."
: > [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T05:55:36.081+0000) > > Buffy Roman "No, I already know what it is since my parents told me when I was younger." She said as her tail went side to side knowing things no normal person should ever know especially someone of her age. "And sorry for his behavior...Razor-Chan's always been like that ever since he went berserk in Piltover on the day he lost his arm." "He's actually a fluffy teddy bear with a mean growl since he likes ice cream, playing with his weapons like they're toys, and he loves getting new equipment as if they're new toys for him to play with." The fox went on waving her hand not caring about sharing Razor's deepest secrets. Secrets that he'd take to his grave. Looking towards the twins, she would just tilt her head confused as Razor would be touching the water with his finger not liking how cold it was.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000015,timestamp=2018-07-05T20:33:23.389+0000) > Barry > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000016,timestamp=2018-07-07T01:51:10.145+0000) > Clever Girls Roman knew he had to be careful with every word and every move he made because knowing Éclair, she would have her kids trained. Were they just as strong as her? No, that was doubtful and Roman knew it, because Éclair was on a level comparable to his own, and these girls didn't look anywhere near as experienced as she was. Were they as heartless or cruel? No, not much, but there was something in them that still sent him off. While Roman was a god, he could only do so much outside his reality bubble. He had acquired many skills, many years in spellcraft, many years in knowledge, but the most prominent of these skills was a silver tongue and the ability to read a conversation. These girls were quite clever really, already starting with the probing. Whether this was their own talent or a skill Éclair helped with, he couldn't help but be impressed. Despite how most people felt about lairs or those who hid the truth, he actually *liked* it when they did. It only goes to show that you truly can't stop the seeds of destruction from such a small lie or misinterpretation of words. There was one thing he could be sure of and that was that they had NO knowledge of his existence, none whatsoever, because he would LITERALLY eat his own dick if Éclair really told them a thing about her only friend. Well, the only person who could truly handle every insult she threw and hung around her, Even then, he would still call himself a friend. I mean, if hanging around someone who insulted you daily and even once tried to kill you in HER SLEEP, doesn't count for something then he called bullshit! This was worse than what he did at his 784 birthday party. By god, the things he had done to his siblings, and that pig! Poor bugger couldn't walk straight for a year... **"Ah, interesting question, but not uncommon. Ya see, I am a person of many skills with many faults, but only the strangest and the curious have ever hired me. I am a lover, an artist, and a tamer of pigs believe it or not. That name rings a few bells, but I do attend to many clients. After all, I am known for making some lovely paintings, but that sounds snobby, huh? I am a rather average guy and I usually go around hanging with a pig."** The lie ran smoothly off his tongue, and his face was devoid of any twitches, but smoothness with something akin to curiosity. He played his role well, and he knew it, but that story was far too exaggerated, so they would come up with more assumptions. Let's see how her kids handle some words... He chuckled sheepishly, scratching at his chin. **"To be completely honest, it really wasn't what you thought it was. Don't get me wrong, I did take my share in some staring, maybe a bit ungentlemanly, but I am a rather chaotic person. It's just you guys reminded me of my siblings, and no, not twins, but rather the way you stand. I haven't seen them in a while and you brought up some long forgotten memories,"** he sighed and shook his head from side to side, frowning at Razor, before scoffing. **"I won't deny the attraction, but trust me, I'm pretty respectable to women at times and I tend to adjust myself with how they act. If they're really uptight or noble, I tend to talk more... fancy and fix my words, but if they're loose, then ladies, I am a crazy fellow."** He seemed rather proud, a grin making itself known on his maw. **"Calling it an objective is why I won't own up to it. Makes you sound like tools when you are your own people."** He chuckled and waved his hands, wanting them to stop their bowing. Gods, he felt like his sister! THERE IT WAS! HE FUCKING KNEW IT! Only a spawn of Éclair could hold such fiendish delight in some suffering... Would cruelty never end!? First it was verbal abuse with Éclair, which at this point was rather slow foreplay, but now it was robbing him of his money!? God he may be, but this god was a poor son of a bitch! He lived in a fucking gay strip club and he refused to use their funds! It was money not meant to be used for such leisure, only emergencies! **"Yeah... of course... Oh, man, I am gonna be running low again. How do you girls feel about... Actually, do you know any nearby shacks with food? I did just arrive here inside a sea beast's stomach. Luckily, I had sea turtles to protect me from the stench."** A little bit of truth mixed with an insane lie that still rolled off the tongue with ease. He was so glad to be Roman now. Hehehe... He watched as Razor acted like the little delinquent he was and cringed slightly. Oof... If he was Éclair's kid, she wouldn't hesitate to straight up deck him right then and there. While he never knew much on Éclair's teaching style, he knew she wouldn't ever tolerate her children acting like... Well that. Gods above, was he this bad? All he did was prank his siblings for making fun of him and even his father, which were rewarded with time outside which was actually pretty sad, but this felt like he went out of his way to be a douche. Roman watched as Barry waddled by, only to somehow trip over said can and cry out, seemingly in pain and surprise. **"Oh boy, ya did it now, kid..."** Razor was truly a force amongst most people, and a warrior no doubt. He was a cold hearted killer and a delinquent at heart with nothing stopping him, and was ready for about anything. What the kid probably didn't expect was a blur, that seemingly exceeded the laws of space and time, to smack dab into him. That blur was none other than the literal hulking form of Barry who squealed, rolling over the kid who would have been knocked out from one of Barry's special moves, ___ ***THE BARRY TACKLE SURPRISE! When enraged or in danger, Barry resorts to using none other than THE BARRY TACKLE SURPRISE! Capable of knocking down the mightiest men at speeds unknown, this attack is known for dazing any who stand in its wake!*** ___ Barry oinked and waddled off, trailing by the twins with a gentle oink before going and digging into the sand like the playful little buddy he was. Somewhere, somehow, Roman felt like Éclair might have felt more pride in his pig than she ever did him. Roman shook his head when Natsuko fainted and fell into the waiting arms of the sisters, giggling slightly at the sight before coughing, making sure to cease his little laughter. **"Honestly, I can go both ways, but the guy would have to be a literal trap. Unless he sounded female, or shut up, and looked like a girl first glance, then I would not care. Gotta indulge in the flesh, and I prefer women mostly though. Nothing like skin against skin and the most gentlest or firmest of hands on you. That applies to me and them,"** He had to give Ymir credit. She sure did live up to snusnu... Couldn't feel his pelvis for a while. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was spongey and weak... Hours of relentless sex did that to anyone. He would of course follow the twins, if they allowed him the privilege, before looking at Razor and chuckling at their last remark. **"You're a kid alright. Didn't your parents teach you to respect women? Gods know they're the most terrifying and beautiful creatures out there, young Razor-san."** Why it came out mockingly, no one would ever know. ___ *MEANWHILE* *"Sir! Everything is going alright, but it seems he is following the danger. Should we use the Foot?" A soldier asked before the General gasped and shook his head, keeping himself firm and steady, trying so hard as to not show weakness. "No! Not yet! For now we are on Defcon One, and if all hell turns loose, then pray to the gods above for mercy! KEEP YOUR EYES STEADY, RICO! Focus on the eyes and the face, but nothing near the breasts or the ass! Larry, keep your fucking hands off the buttons! KEEP THEM OFF!"*
: Communal Call of Attendance and Preference (RP style)
I chose horror seeing as I love me a good spook, but I would also choose action cause I do love to envision fight scenes, however you do have some issues when it comes to hits and actual fights with people. So I am gonna throw it in for horror, or maybe a funny comedy, but I doubt we can ever pull that, so a fictional scenario works too! Horror and fictional!
: (Meet & Greet/Rp signup) Resurgence
"FIVE THOUSAND GOLD DRAGONS!? HAHA, that's spendin' money right there, ain't it, lass?" A rather drunken tone could be heard as he looked at the plaza, smiling brightly. His body was covered by the long coat he wore and a hood that blocked a majority of his face, saving him the trouble of anyone freaking out or trying to kill him. [Rufus](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1C0fm6_7A2eI52FcNX0yD7hobEJNu5z3gEDK8s3Kd2Xs/edit) was in Noxus only because of a special brew that was going around lately, however it wasn't exactly well advertised since he misread the ad... Instead of brew, he found grew and stumbled upon gardens. Needless to say, he left almost immediately and considering the fact that his booze storage was getting a bit low, he would need some coin. The man rarely cared much for incidents, but apparently something had gone down here and it happened to someone big... *"Do you truly intend to carry this through? Will you kill this fellow, Delmegar?"* A rather dark voice asked, her voice much deeper than her usual serene tone. Rufus walked away from the crowds as he took some deep breaths, feeling the bones in his body ready to manifest within seconds. "Why wouldn't I? Free booze means I need moneys, and five thousand of these gold dragons means I can get a lot of da cheap stuff! Hehe?" Rufus replied, chuckling as the woman huffed and walking beside her wielder, invisible to all but his eyes. She could offer no real help besides advice and most of the time he dismissed it, but then again, those tad bits of advice were ploys to enrapture his mind and steal his body. *"I want you to know that if you are truly destroyed then that's it. What you're proposing is that we hunt down a killer, and by the looks of it, he is more than what he appears. My kind has dealt with many warriors before, but the ones that truly stopped us, were the unseen ones. Do you still wish to accept? Can you even kill this man?"* She scoffed, crossing her arms underneath her chest as they walked off, now going off to find some information. "What in the 'ell kind of man do ya take me fer? I plan on killing him and taking his 'ead! I just never kill cause I care more about drinking, so once we find him, we rip his BLOODY HEAD OFF!" Rufus slammed his fists into one another as bones protruded from his skin slightly, smirking as he made his way off to one of the taverns to get some information. Nothing like a good tavern to find an enemy or some information! As he walked, Belladonna paused slightly and smirked, a hint of respect shining in her eyes before she disappeared.
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