: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00110000,timestamp=2019-08-02T21:05:04.759+0000) > > She blinked. A man of a familiar accent. Though, the last time she had heard this accent had been on a personal occasion months ago... > > She pursed her lips. A Freljordian. When was the last time she ever spoke to one? Truly, this was an interesting scenario, and the wolf itself looked tame and enthusiastic enough to greet her. She had no complaints, mostly just slight confusion and interest. > > She nodded in reply to this man, gesturing him toward the house. As usual, the interior was clean and ready for housing any guest, no matter the magnitude of surprise they brought with them. *the man followed lightly, the wolf sitting down outside the door sona would hear a voice in her head **"ill stay out here i shed a lot and would not like to ruin your floors or rugs"** "dont worry about the voice in your head thats him" *the man points to the wolf* "he also makes a great watchdog" *the man then continued following sona*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=001100000000,timestamp=2019-08-02T22:01:57.268+0000) > Sona blinked, surprised by the voice in her head, then realizing that life was probably going to pit this telepathy many more times to her. She sighed. She remembered the times in which people would probably kill her if she was discovered to be the source of any telepathic communication. How those change. She decided to firstly lead him to a kitchen, raising a hand toward her pantry. She was curious to know if the man wanted anything to eat. _________________ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2019-08-16T09:36:41.103+0000) Sona stopped once she was given such a message, her music halting as if the environment lost a part of itself. She stared at Kayn, with a gaze uncertain, intrigued...And frankly, nervous. Once again, she had next-to-no awareness of what she was doing, nor did she imagine she would be given any. For one, she was threatened. For two, he was watching her. In terms of pondering, she imagined that her music would likely bolster this man's powers and lead into some power-hungry raze that she would be unable to stop or even survive. Fortunately for her, it seemed such a path was veered away, but what was going to happen then? "..." She didn't want to approach him, for fear that something might pop out and reap her. She stared at Kayn, hands still on her instrument and unsure what he would do next.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Bwaaaah! Would like to reclaim Sona if possible: [Link is still the same.](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/Z7KB2kPB-the-silent-string-maven-ask-sona)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-06T11:51:14.377+0000) > > //4th of July craziness. Sorry!! (( Considering how patient you are with me, I really don't mind a bit. )) Sona eyed Kayn quietly, hesitant under this dilemma of whether to continue her song that raised the entombed's emotions or to listen to the beast's command to halt the man's intents. Was this good or bad intentions? She couldn't figure it out-- She had literally no say. Such an act of salvation may as well be a cult's attempts to conceal ill-wills with charity. Perhaps she was right on one or more notes that he planned to devour these "feelings," though in a different manner than she had expected. What was her gut telling her? Was it right to keep going? Was it wrong? Do these souls feel anything? She bit her lip before finally settling. She continued her piece, crescendoing further and further up to a dramatic rise to persuade the raising of more emotions than ever. Whether or not these souls were truly gaining strength by wrapping around the hands of a monster was something the Silent Maven couldn't answer. However, she made her decision to keep going. ________ > [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0010,timestamp=2019-07-18T00:44:32.580+0000) _Hm._ That was the first thing Sona thought. Usually they rang the doorbell. Ah well, it was no different than calling a room bigger on the inside a room that was smaller on the outside. Headway toward the door she went. The door, she would open. Who would she be greeting with a polite smile and a wave?
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-03T05:27:26.158+0000) > > // Hey there! I think I saw Sona was released due to inactivity. I would recommend reclaiming her just by lposting in the compendium :) AH ))
: *sona would see an older looking gentleman, and a large white wolf sitting on its haunches, who waved back at her and removed his cloak's hood, which would reveal an middle aged face with smile lines and pure white eyes, with faint scars on his neck* "hello songstress i have heard much about you" *the man's voice had a freijord tilt to it.*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0011,timestamp=2019-07-22T01:28:44.266+0000) > She blinked. A man of a familiar accent. Though, the last time she had heard this accent had been on a personal occasion months ago... She pursed her lips. A Freljordian. When was the last time she ever spoke to one? Truly, this was an interesting scenario, and the wolf itself looked tame and enthusiastic enough to greet her. She had no complaints, mostly just slight confusion and interest. She nodded in reply to this man, gesturing him toward the house. As usual, the interior was clean and ready for housing any guest, no matter the magnitude of surprise they brought with them.
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-22T02:42:31.192+0000) > > > She glanced toward Kayn, an eyebrow raised and a hesitant face through the mysterious intents Kayn had about this entire endeavor. To what point would lifting a piece of music be useful for the dead emotions? Were they planning to devour these feelings whole? > > Sona had no plans to escape from the means nor the results-- She saw it as a benefit for both sides: a finale for anguished souls and a nutrition for the man who had requested such. So she continued playing, with no plans to change her instruments nor her music, save for a couple of new patterns and sequences to keep herself interested. > > The real question is if the environment would be angered by her musical callings and she would become a victim rather than just a medium. //4th of July craziness. Sorry!! He melody gently stirred the souls of the dead, the hearts, the forgotten memories, the pain. Each one of them awakened like blooms in the darkness. Everywhere, around them, alive. It was almost as if the mystical melody of the etwahl could stiill reach them despite the mists that surrounded the restless. Kayn merely watched as much as Rhaast did, lips stretched into a quiet smirk, pleased. The rumors of the instrument were true, or perhaps pale compared to the magic that unfolded before them. _If it can manipulate the souls of the dead, imagine what it could do to you_ , Rhaast mocked, an edge in his voice did not hide the lingering cruelty. "Foolish", Kayn sneered confidently as his fist twirled the blade and slowly started walking toward the concentration of souls. His human hand rose, palm up into the heavens as the shadows coalesced around them, like a torrent of wispy ink that dragged the glowing blue souls into it. The peace that had touched the ruins was obliterated as the spirits were absorbed until the shadows and then into Rhaast. The darkin's consciousness shivered disgusted by the feeling rather than pleased. This wasn't the red violence he needed. _KAYN!_He growled, loud enough for even Sona to listen. _STOP, WOMAN!_ "Continue, Maven, this is an act of salvation. May in death they find the strength they didn't in life!"
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-06T11:51:14.377+0000) > > //4th of July craziness. Sorry!! (( Considering how patient you are with me, I really don't mind a bit. )) Sona eyed Kayn quietly, hesitant under this dilemma of whether to continue her song that raised the entombed's emotions or to listen to the beast's command to halt the man's intents. Was this good or bad intentions? She couldn't figure it out-- She had literally no say. Such an act of salvation may as well be a cult's attempts to conceal ill-wills with charity. Perhaps she was right on one or more notes that he planned to devour these "feelings," though in a different manner than she had expected. What was her gut telling her? Was it right to keep going? Was it wrong? Do these souls feel anything? She bit her lip before finally settling. She continued her piece, crescendoing further and further up to a dramatic rise to persuade the raising of more emotions than ever. Whether or not these souls were truly gaining strength by wrapping around the hands of a monster was something the Silent Maven couldn't answer. However, she made her decision to keep going. ________ > [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0010,timestamp=2019-07-18T00:44:32.580+0000) _Hm._ That was the first thing Sona thought. Usually they rang the doorbell. Ah well, it was no different than calling a room bigger on the inside a room that was smaller on the outside. Headway toward the door she went. The door, she would open. Who would she be greeting with a polite smile and a wave?
: The Silent String Maven (Ask Sona)
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-09T12:45:56.907+0000) > Though their faces were behind ever inscrutable masks and their eyes empty blue voids, Sona could imagines Kindred smiling. Wolf even seemed like he was wagging his tail, or maybe he would be if he had manifested a form that had one. Lamb was ever stoic and merely listened. It seemed that Sona was finally out of her own head, which satisfied Kindred. Eventually, Kindred's forms would appear less and less solid. The process happened so slowly that Sona would barely notice as she played her jaunty tune. Eventually Kindred disappeared entirely, and a pair of masks matching theirs would clatter to the floor. Each mask was in perfect condition and felt heavier than expected, a reminder that would last the rest of Sona's life.
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:26:51.939+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:26:51.939+0000) > Sona wasn't quite sure when she finished her song, but she also wasn't sure when was the last time she had this amount of enjoyment in her own room. It was a fresh new wave of inspiration. It was only up to the point of the masks hitting the ground that she realized that her audience had disappeared. The Maven took a glance at the ground, her hands leaving the etwahl and a discordant strum trailing behind. _Their masks._ She pondered whether she should even touch the accessories at all. She exhaled, deciding quickly to set it against on a shelf or towards her wall. Sona would never comprehend the reasoning behind the reapers, but she determined that this visit was much more impactful than she had expected. A glance returned to the etwahl. She smiled, a finger tapping her cheek. _No more time to waste._ ________________ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-06-21T09:41:03.017+0000) > She glanced toward Kayn, an eyebrow raised and a hesitant face through the mysterious intents Kayn had about this entire endeavor. To what point would lifting a piece of music be useful for the dead emotions? Were they planning to devour these feelings whole? Sona had no plans to escape from the means nor the results-- She saw it as a benefit for both sides: a finale for anguished souls and a nutrition for the man who had requested such. So she continued playing, with no plans to change her instruments nor her music, save for a couple of new patterns and sequences to keep herself interested. The real question is if the environment would be angered by her musical callings and she would become a victim rather than just a medium.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-25T13:35:27.029+0000) > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) Lamb watched patiently to see what Sona would do after the pause. The Maven plucked the strings of her instrument and woke Wolf back up. He looked around before turning and watching Sona's performance intently. Her frantic strumming had more of an effect on the spirit than she perhaps expected. Wolf was still, though his blue eyes looked at her as dangerously as ever. "Play your heartstrings out for us Sona," Lamb encouraged. "We know the music you can make. Don't play a song for us, rather, play one for yourself. We know that you do not know what we like. That isn't what we want to hear." "We can hear your heart," Wolf growled. "We can tell that you won't run like this. A runner would have fled by now and I would have taken him." Lamb gently hummed a gentle melody that deliberately clashed with Sona frantically banging and plucking her etwahl. Her voice was overpowering and soothing. "We know the song you want to play, Sona," she aired. "Save the drama for your final moments. It isn't time to play that song. We want to hear the melody of your life. We want to hear music that we can't make ourselves."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000003,timestamp=2019-05-25T23:56:46.270+0000) ((oops)) Her eyes gazed at the stranger in question, the wielder of a scythe that she could only call unsightly. She was being given a history lesson by a man of, frankly, a demon. Then again, Sona was the one who accepted the request at all: who was she to speak up on that matter? What a joke. Her hands continued, fingers individually plucking strings and simulating that of another instrument in this two-handed ensemble. It sounded like a harmony, a guitar of sorts. In all honesty, her way of utilizing magic could be used on _any_ song she so desired. She could pull out the most destructive piece in a piano and everything else on the opposite end of her spectrum. Her magic didn't judge, she did. And here, her piece was: a violin, a drum, and a guitar-- Creating a strange melody via string, a heartbeat by drum, and a connecting strum from a guitar. Though, her music was one thing. Magic was another: what was he planning to do? > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-31T06:27:46.638+0000) > > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) > Sona couldn't help but let out a silent laugh as a wave of Lamb's melody pierced right through the Maven's "masterpiece", cutting her song short. It seemed like the Kindred had their own expectations, which was a reminder to Sona's own. she wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she was going to have to comply either way. Very well then. She decided to keep the fast rhythm. High beats per minute meant a faster rhythm, and a bit more upbeatness in her room. She didn't want to go with too gentle a melody, so she went with something catchy-- A sequence of notes that didn't quite loop the way a normal listener would expect. It went through the whole range of pitches but never going down and up an octave. It kind of sounded like the piano one would hear in a swing jazz piece.
: > [{quoted}](name=3blendee,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000,timestamp=2019-05-16T13:03:49.033+0000) > >Hello. Goodbye. > >It was good fun while it lasted, m'dear. > >Hello. Goodbye.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000,timestamp=2019-05-16T16:50:09.581+0000) > (( :D )) __________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000001,timestamp=2019-05-19T23:30:44.328+0000) > She jumped, her hands brushing over the strings in such a manner that only discordant frays of her surprise would sound outward, guitar strings snapping and piano keys that didn't match any song. She rubbed the back of her neck, the Maven silent in both ear and mind. _"I was never accustomed to fast. I tended to go through life one day at a time,"_ She nervously said. _"Let me try again."_ Sona stretched her fingers. Maybe she was thinking about this way too hard. Music, of all things, was something that took as little time as a book session or took as much time as a lifeline. Her job wasn't to create a masterpiece: she was just making a bit of music. So. Just have fun with it. No one was judging. She changed her song around, fist knocking the edge of her etwahl at breakneck speed. A constant percussive _bang_ that decided the rhythm of her song; with a beat per minute in the third digits, she had herself the beginning of a fast-paced song. She hadn't tried to change the instrument-style of her etwahl, though that mainly had to do with the subjective mindset that people would find strangeness if her etwahl were to play something that was not sounding similar to a harp. Sona quickly stroked the opposite edge of her etwahl, the strings vibrating and emitting the same sound of that of a bard. The strum was louder than the actual banging itself, and she used that moment to pull a melody straight from improv. It wasn't even a melody, it was a sequence of notes followed by the same strum. She would hit a few notes, than immediately retain the strum. Her idea was to make it dramatic. She stopped using her fist to generate the banging and instead used a finger, like her etwahl's strings were linked to certain sounds. Her other fingers rubbed strings below and above, creating a sound like that of a guitar. _______________ > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000002,timestamp=2019-05-20T02:50:30.419+0000) > Well, > > I live in Ionia. Do what you may wish with that information, but I'm always available. > > -Sona
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d,timestamp=2019-04-05T22:21:40.105+0000) > _______________________ > > The irony of arriving here was the fact that Sona was never the kind of person to accept an invitation from the person who had every right and intention to go after her head. She found it difficult to imagine who else would even have the right mind to agree to this letter's request, save for the threat. She imagined this to be a situation that would require her alive, and she can't see how she'd get any more out of such pensmanship. > > She's heard stories. She's heard rumors. She didn't plan on keeping herself open to conversation this time around. Here she was now, going to a battlefield she had no place in. What would she do here? It was a decaying memoir now. Would she too, turn into one of these? Another life touched upon by the roots of the ground? Looks like she'd find out. > > Her etwahl's strings glowed softly against the incandescence of the moonlight. Maybe she had no memories here, but she had something to do, and it would have to do with that man over there. _Monster_, as they say. > > With that, she plucked a singular note. Deep and vibrating at such a pace that one could probably feel it like a wind pushing against them. > > _Hello._ The presence felt luminous in the sad darkness of the night. It provoked the shadows to coil and church but remain strangely peaceful as the Maven arrived. Both, Kayn and Rhaast could sense her, like a melody, gentle, merciful. He immediately turned, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her. Though his expression changed, dangerously surprised as he felt the voice echo in his mind as her lips remained shut. **_Her mind can reach us even against your will, Kayn. What will you do?_** The boy's lips stretched into a confident smile as he looked up. His face exposed to the dim moonlight, human, sharp, one yellow eye...and another covered by a thick metallic taint. The red eye of a demon or a monster. "Your courage is a rare blessing, Maven of the Strings." Regardless of his words, he didn't turn, instead, he looked at the icy moon above them, the irregular shapes of the ruins adorning the eerie landscape. "Tell me. What do your senses reveal about these ruins? Can you hear the anguish of the dead and play a requiem for them?" **_What is this nonsense?_** Rhaast's voice sounded more confused than angered. Somehow, this time he couldn't read Kayn's mind.
((This actually goes for everyone, I'll leave some contact info uptop, brethren, for future reminding of my dumdum brain.)) > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-20T23:16:36.174+0000) > She smiled, before she took her etwahl without hesitance. She liked the idea of performing for a new audience like this. Now, really, the problem was the looming factor of the occupations, but she decided to treat the audience as it is; people looking for a new music to guide them for the betterment of the future...Or something like that. Sona wasn't one to judge on the basis of her people. She noted the boredom of the wolf-portion of the Kindred, quick to spring up any musical pieces she could perform. She decided on something like that of a drone and a hum, her fingers rubbing across the vibrating strings. It was similar to a singular throb of a heart being slowed into a note. Her other hand softly pressed on the strings, releasing a harp-like sound that shadowed the droning and low humming. One might describe it like being put in suspense or succumbing to something much greater than them...Either the case, it was nothing happy and it was slow, but had a buildup going. _____ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0001,timestamp=2019-04-24T06:29:06.209+0000) > She put her hand over her mouth, her shoulders and head shaking to mimic a laughter but without any noise to be heard. Typical for her. _"To visit Ionia would be something like a dream...However, I have a job to do here, Miss Meitro. I'm sure you understand. I'd like to at least let myself be known a bit more around before I head back...I 'd rather not any planted seeds go to decay, if you understand."_ ______ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002,timestamp=2019-04-29T09:28:41.985+0000) > Quite the look, she only thought. He certainly had the intimidating appearance, but her times with fear had long since passed. Action was the priority these days, and she knew herself that backing down meant going against what she witnessed and hardly understood. She crossed her arms, glancing his figure, from the sharpened eye to the bravado-like smile until the point of his statement. She hardly gave much more reply than a simple nod, her hands rubbing over across the etwahl, letting out a loose distribution of vibrating strings that sounded like the whisper of a harp. It seemed the request was simple enough, on paper. Play a song for the buried. However, even she herself could not speak to the dead. How could she possibly depict the losses of people within the graveyard, a person who simply played music? No matter. She would accomplish this mission with the confidence that she had the capabilities of doing so. She raised her hands, fingers stiffening before she took to the etwahl. A vibrating thump. The pattern was a vibrating thump with a slow rise of patterns. It went one, then two, then three vibrating thumps. She would go a bit faster, mimicking her believed amount of heartbeats that must've been resonating across this area. She'd keep going, thumps turning into that of war-drums. She then struck the strings of her etwahl, releasing a crescendo sounding similar to a violin. It finally extended to a two-person orchestra, one hand sliding across the string to mimic a violin while another was a palm hitting the etwahl to mimick a drum, what had originally been a heartbeat becoming more like a living breathing person, patterns unorthodox and rhythm almost-discordant had it not matched with the violin itself. _______________ > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000e,timestamp=2019-04-29T15:12:04.986+0000) > She let out a soft cough as she read this letter, before shrugging. It was times like these she was happy she didn't need to do anything flashy. >Dear Jamie, > >I do. > >-Buvelle
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d,timestamp=2019-04-05T22:21:40.105+0000) > > Sona wasn't sure if she was conversing or if she was being given a lecture. Was she really someone special enough to be talked to by the reapers? Not like she could provide her own input either, considering their differentiating roles. > > She wondered what they thought about what humans did. > > _"What do you think of music?"_ She curiously asked. Wolf answered quickly and excitedly. Were he to have a tail, he would be wagging it like a puppy that had just been rewarded for doing a trick. "We love music," he barked happily. "But sometimes the songs Lamb sings are boring..." Lamb looked at Wolf a tiny bit stung by his comment. She sighed, "I suppose that answer was to be expected. Why do you ask?" She slumped a little in her chair and relaxed as Wolf looked excitedly at Sona.
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0000,timestamp=2019-04-06T17:28:35.527+0000) > (( I apologize for the wait. I have a tendency to forget to check. If you'd like, we can share contact info for the sake of reminding me. ~~Wew discord when~~)) Sona hummed silently to herself, her head swaying toward an imaginary melody like that of a wind among the breeze. "_Well, I'm persuaded to offer a duet. This is hardly little less than fate, so I think a good time will be had if I try to pipe in some music of my own. Would you agree?"_
: The Silent String Maven (Ask Sona)
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001d,timestamp=2019-03-26T18:09:04.699+0000) _"Well, if you need my help, I'll do my best to provide any."_ She glanced at the window, staring out into what could be seen of the sky. Still broad daylight, she observed. She glanced back at the acquainted stranger. _"How would I contact you if I were to meet you again, Miss Meitro?"_ ______________________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001e,timestamp=2019-03-27T17:40:23.369+0000) Sona wasn't sure if she was conversing or if she was being given a lecture. Was she really someone special enough to be talked to by the reapers? Not like she could provide her own input either, considering their differentiating roles. She wondered what they thought about what humans did. _"What do you think of music?"_ She curiously asked. _______________________ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001f,timestamp=2019-04-03T08:51:04.943+0000) The irony of arriving here was the fact that Sona was never the kind of person to accept an invitation from the person who had every right and intention to go after her head. She found it difficult to imagine who else would even have the right mind to agree to this letter's request, save for the threat. She imagined this to be a situation that would require her alive, and she can't see how she'd get any more out of such pensmanship. She's heard stories. She's heard rumors. She didn't plan on keeping herself open to conversation this time around. Here she was now, going to a battlefield she had no place in. What would she do here? It was a decaying memoir now. Would she too, turn into one of these? Another life touched upon by the roots of the ground? Looks like she'd find out. Her etwahl's strings glowed softly against the incandescence of the moonlight. Maybe she had no memories here, but she had something to do, and it would have to do with that man over there. _Monster_, as they say. With that, she plucked a singular note. Deep and vibrating at such a pace that one could probably feel it like a wind pushing against them. _Hello._
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001a,timestamp=2019-03-18T03:33:24.198+0000) > Sona pressed her palms against her lap, unsure how to respond to such words. She hardly had a mindset to contribute towards this perspective...And who was she to try to pretend she knew what this meant? She undoubtedly was a human. A fragile entity living among a cacophony of blood and risks. Always at the grasp of death, as they might say. Chance and anarchy. That's what life was. The lady exhaled, her eyes resting to the ground. The silence was deafening. "_Who am I to you?_" _________________ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001b,timestamp=2019-03-18T03:57:38.077+0000) > Hm. "_And there's no way to...Recover this part of his self?_" Would she ever meet the person Meitro described? Probably not. However, offering services was the best investment for Sona, both to better herself and to become something greater. She wanted to help. ____________________ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000c,timestamp=2019-03-20T15:28:37.752+0000) > ((I pressed CTRL+A on accident and almost erased everything I had. If I had done so, I might've broken something. Maybe scream in the middle of the night. Probably ask a killer like yourself to murder me.)) An new scenario, nothing short of intimidating. Sona had found it strange to be living in her home in such..."Bliss." To think her thoughts would be walled by the introduction of an anomaly in what was a regularly-peaceful routine. Signs that she herself was slacking on her own works. She recognized the face of a messenger like his, which caused her not to press at all and only seizing the scroll in question. Whoever she was responding to, her sights would be sharpened. A _shadow_. A _scythe_. A _monster_. If what he said was to be of _those_ rumors... Never mind that, she thought. The message. A handwriting that pricked the back-end of her head. It has been a well-passed time since she used time and efforts to match this style of penmanship. A Noxian site, and hardly a popular one. To think that she would additionally be required for her skills, as well. She expected that the magic in question would be undoubtedly...Not intended for the right thing. She glanced back at her home. She was the only one here. She never liked the idea of having herself servants. She preferred working for herself. She pressed the scroll on her counter-top. Her eyes closed, taking in the atmosphere of her home. Silence. Deafening. A rest that lasted too long. _It seems I am getting used to this silence._ Never a good sign. She let out a sigh. She would be finding herself in some dangerous circumstances. ...She opened her eyes again. Would she really be fine leaving this message? ...No. She wouldn't. It seemed she had an old scene to prepare a trip for. With quarter time.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000017,timestamp=2019-03-01T04:35:13.425+0000) > Sona nodded, staying quiet as she watched Meitro tinker with the strange instrument. _"It seems frankly surprising that one would admit to such acts, but...I'd rather not judge." _ She sighed once again, before idly thinking, _"I will say, it's been quite a pleasure talking with you. I'm glad to have met you, considering your circumstances. Do you need anything from in me in particular? I know I've been quite a silent one._ She chuckled, though only a swift streak of hot air being let out. _________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000018,timestamp=2019-03-03T13:44:46.665+0000) > (( short post D: )) _"Oh..."_, She thought, looking fairly disappointed. It was nice company, she had to admit. However, her intimidated-state was still bolstered due to the Wolf. Lamb seemed like a lady. Sona could imagine herself getting tricked by one or the other in some form or fashion. _"You both are very kind people to speak with me for this long. Do you have plans to speak to other Demacians or just people in general?"_
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
(( My screams of the undying are echoing across my very room. )) > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000013,timestamp=2019-02-16T23:15:32.007+0000) > Sona's eyes blinked at the sudden change in Meitro, her wonder piqued and her motivation to question further raised. _"It's quite fascinating how much Hextech can do for us...I often think too negatively about many things, like the weapon you so discovered. There are many times I can't even recognize that something is useful. I recall when the Explorer nearly caused his apartment to implode because of a new relic he had found in the ruins of Shurima. As far as I remember, he even seeks to try to build an underwater vessel to find more of the unknown. ...I'm not a fan of the clothing myself. My roots always lie in Ionia, I guess."_ She sighed, a sound about as loud as expected from the Maven. _"It's always about weapons. The direction we head to doesn't matter, both magic and technology lead to the weapons we're not exactly dissuading ourselves from. I feel at this point, there's no point in a place like Demacia prohibiting it to begin with. They all want the same things, so the reasoning is futile."_ _"What do you think of the weapons? Would you make one yourself for the sake of killing?"_ ____________ > [{quoted}](name=SyndraAboveAll,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000014,timestamp=2019-02-17T06:39:10.945+0000) > _Yes, you would. I saw you from my window._ Sona was tempted to voice out, but was quick to zip her imaginary mouth and just closed the door as Syndra would enter. It wasn't the first time Sona would be granted a rude-like gesture. She was used to the love and the hate alike. She followed Syndra, careful to give the Sovereign space, before moving to a separate couch where Sona could still look at Syndra. _Well._ Already, the secrets to her magic, and in such a tone and voice as well. It was no surprise that someone would be here to desire the... Did Syndra blush? Were her eyes deceiving her? The Dark Sovereign, in Sona's abode, garnering embarrassment. Sona was immediate to open the doors of her mind and try not to wall herself off. Perhaps Syndra wouldn't try to take her hostage and Sona could stay optimistically careful. Well, she had no reason to try to play her etwahl aside from good practice but the verbal telepathy was much easier to maintain. _"Hello, Sovereign. I am Sona."_ Yes, yes, with class. Perfect. _"To answer your vague question is quite a problem for me. Do you think you can be more specific?"_ Yes, yes, almost sounding rude but quite not. Perfect. It was truth as well, as Sona wasn't quite sure how she was going to describe the "secrets" when she wasn't even sure what part of her magic was "secret." Maybe it would help if she had a bit more elaboration into the question. _________________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000015,timestamp=2019-02-19T05:11:21.507+0000) > Sona was not the greatest deep thinker. If anyone, she'd describe herself as the kind of person who hardly had answers for anything that considered the identity of humans and all entities alike on a spiritual level. Perhaps people would disagree, but she's firm on the idea that if she cannot answer the questions that the deep mires of the human mind have provided, then what kind of deep thinker would she be? _"With a tale as broad as yours, I can expect not much more than ambiguous themes. Perhaps it is a criticism on my mind. I had thought personally it to be a message about my two selves; the one you speak to, and the one that is known of. Me, a person who can hardly trust in herself and her own abilities compared to the person trying to become a leader in a nation that would shun that very person's said abilities."_ _"It's a wonder that I have come to notice you. Or perhaps you're just amusing yourselves, I'm not sure. However, maybe you're trying to entertain me for the sake of your own benefit and gathering information about me. I'm not sure if that is something you would do, yes?"_ Bold question, Sona, but nothing hostile. She sounded pretty curious.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000010,timestamp=2019-02-03T04:38:55.229+0000) > _"The wonders of technology sure are depressing,"_ Sona commented with a silent sigh, a breath fitting for the Maven. _"Comrades are little and few for the likes of me. Of course, there are people who would prioritize using me as one of their connections, which I never took advantage of..."_ Her elbow planted itself on the desk, her head resting on her palm. _"I wonder if that makes me a loner at heart. I don't want to come off as a leader or some sort of liberator who hardly has her own companions behind the scenes. Madam Meitro, does that make me a loner?"_ ______ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000011,timestamp=2019-02-06T17:50:25.791+0000) > Ah...She wasn't one to typically judge a story by the amount of words it had so it was unsurprising that the story was meant to match the attention span of a child- a wolf, but she wasn't going to tell them that. Hopefully, that'd stay in her grave. Truth hurts. Reality hurts. It wasn't the kind of pain that'd constantly loom over here like it'd be her inevitable downfall, but it was a mosquito bite that picked at her, sluggishly draining her life in exchange for the short-term satisfaction of trying to scratch it. It sucked, literally and figuratively, but perhaps she'd find a point of peace talking to the reapers that would eventually claim her. _"I'm not sure. I think you were just telling a story for the sake of entertaining me, a story which was nice. I do feel out of place, as my only way of speaking is hindered by the very nation that supports me. I don't like to imagine I'm by myself, but...It always seems a little lonely out here. Perhaps I'm just too different."_ _"What do you imagine people would react to this kind of story?"_ ______ > [{quoted}](name=SyndraAboveAll,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000b,timestamp=2019-02-16T04:04:02.354+0000) **Sniff.** The scent of another magic user. The permeation of what was considered raw power was resonating into the air...A force just barely within the Maven's understanding. Whatever this presence was, the Silent Voice must identify with quickening haste, as... She looked out her window. _Ah. It's that woman._ A strange sighting, Sona immediately thought without any tone of negativity. Was that not the Dark Sovereign, who usually kept herself within the confines of her establishment? Sona never saw this lady as a lady who would actively come to visit homes. The stigmas were starting to come to Sona; maybe Sona herself was about to be used for information or something. It was best not to open the door with cautiousness in mind, lest she ends up putting off a bad impression and turning an entrance into a breaking and entering. She moved downstairs, to the doorway she'd walk with a quickening pace, picking up her signature instrument in the process. Best not to let a lady like her wait, Sona imagined. The door would open and introduce a politely smiling Sona towards what would probably be an angry-looking Syndra. Syndra always seemed a little angry in Sona's mind. She firstly gave a wave towards the woman as a greeting, before moving to her etwahl for a signature greeting, playing a quick chirpy tune to brighten up the day and gesture Syndra inside. _"Come in,"_ it seemed to say. Sona even waved her arm towards the living room for extra effect.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000d,timestamp=2019-01-30T18:16:39.674+0000) > She wasn't about to open up a debate about whether or not the laws should exist or not. After all, if she didn't approve of the laws, she _could_ just leave. Even if she had quite the reputation, not many would try to stop her from doing what she felt like, save for magic. That was the biggest disappointment of this entire region if she could be honest. Wow. She, of course, was happy that someone like Meitro at least kept herself held up with others. She wasn't sure when was the last time she intimately spoke to someone. If life could sigh, she'd be the outer rim of the breath, moving towards the atmosphere and never to be seen again. _"Well...My condolences, first of all. However, it's nice that you have your own comrades. I don't often get to see my own, so it's a lonely time around the clock. What sort of faces do you remember?"_ Know each other's faces, huh? She wanted to test that while simultaneously seeing a perspective on who Meitro's comrades were. _____________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000e,timestamp=2019-01-31T16:58:37.753+0000) > Whatever she was expecting...Well...It was an interesting arc, to say the least. It didn't make her think beyond her little bubble, it didn't make her cry, it was...A story, she could say. A story with a theme, a story connected to its very teller escorted by a theme that she thought she wouldn't quite understand. For what would the split even symbolize? Split personality disorder? Um... _"I can't really say I'm panicking,"_ Sona replied. _"I feel as though you are suggesting something about me personally."_ _"Am I perhaps being shunned and I am unaware of it? Or am I perhaps overthinking it and the man with the axe is more related towards you two?"_ This story felt short, so perhaps there was a deeper telling or some sort of perspective she wasn't seeing from. It wouldn't be so surprising that such a simplistic story could carry heavy symbols.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000a,timestamp=2019-01-19T19:56:42.197+0000) > Sona stared at the Wolf with a confused tilt of her head. She glanced in her room. Was there another ghost in here? She suddenly had an intruding thought to buy some eyeglasses. At least this very reaper was encouraging her to relax. The Maven was not one to panic so often and being told to chill by this Kindred was...Well, a surprise. _"I would like to hear a story, yes."_ She presumed the story was going to come from Lamb and not from Wolf. Whatever the tale must be, maybe she'd be just as entertained as Wolf was. _______________________ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2019-01-20T04:03:03.504+0000) > Ahh...Emptiness. Sona was always thinking about her step forward, but took few chances to enjoy the moment and the way she lived. It made her wonder how she would be spending her life without the etwahl, or even just a bold motivation like being a leader. Maybe she'd live more peacefully this way, and yet be so undeniably ignorant of what was behind the scenes. She didn't like that deal. _"I live alone. It would be a pain for my friends if people knew they lived with me, as you might know. Are you comfortable with living with friends, or would you rather be alone?"_
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000007,timestamp=2019-01-10T07:57:03.385+0000) > Sona blinked. She can't speak. Can't she just write it down or something? An angry letter? She can't speak with magic for all her life now, can she? The Maven stared with a gleaming eye at this panel. Whatever could this be? What sort of pleasant surprise would Meitro pull out- She reared back in surprise, covering her ears instinctively from the sound. A terrible noise, she thought loudly to herself, was she going to be tortured?! She slowly lowered her hands, fairly certain her ears would not be suffering a loss in permanent hearing. For now, she lives in a sea of opportunity for another day. _"It seems like you shouldn't be trying to use it at all...For what reason are you bringing it now?"_ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000008,timestamp=2019-01-11T07:00:21.936+0000) > Sona just managed to slide by in her life knowing that she wasn't about to die today, and now the implications were returning once again in that cerebrum she worked so hard to develop. Wolf was a scary one. In all honesty, these statements were all scary. It was like prickly thorns poking at the ends of her brain, constantly conveying death threats It'd be selfish to ask for some more quiet time to herself, but...Can't she have a bit more quiet time to herself? _"I...Perhaps I just simply wasn't paying attention sooner. I have my own times of distress and perhaps is an obstacle that keeps me away from the forest that is your territory. I believe I don't seem like someone to ask when it comes to loneliness."_ Sure, she was lonely, but she knew she had it far better than most. She had a home, a reason to live, a place in a city, and a goal to accomplish. In these cases, being lonely wasn't the issue, but perhaps reaching her objective was. What would happen once she did what she wanted? What would she do if she failed? Questions she knew she wouldn't be answer until she had a firsthand experience.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004,timestamp=2019-01-01T05:09:05.954+0000) > (( Oh, my mistake. I meant to say that the form of art was strange_to_ Sona, not that the art _of_ Sona was strange. I must work better to rush perfection. )) Sona nodded quietly, staring at this painting. Indeed, Meitro carried a hefty amount of truth in that one statement, cash was nothing but a necessity if a traveler wanted to enter and live any city. She didn't like it. She preferred spending it on more important things on her path, but money was everything in this world, wasn't it? She had no idea how this device worked. No clue. _"Well, I won't tell anyone of your thievery, and yes, I do."_ It happens too often, she irritably thought to herself. Luckily, she had the art of the deal...And embarrassingly, a persuasive appearance. She'd rather not think about that. _"Your painting is honestly nothing I've ever seen. It's a refresher, Miss. I wish I could draw like...Well, any part of you that does it. How do you make these paintings?"_ ________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-01-03T07:19:35.582+0000) > Hey, don't tease her brain in her brain. It's brainteasing. Sona took a deep breath, thinking to herself. Wait, hold on, stop thinking. _"I see."_ This Wolf and Lamb were quite the interesting people, the Maven eventually thought to herself. The way these two talked shared quite a chemistry, and she could only imagine the amount of time they spent together. Well, her time wasn't up yet, and it didn't seem like Sona could ask anything that would cause it to go down, save for the use of time just talking to the Kindred. _"What brings you to my home? Asking me if I'm lonely and...Introducing yourself._
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-12-29T20:51:16.777+0000) > (( You know what they say about Fortuna! :D )) She pursed her lips, thinking to herself as she observed this new form of art. It was an interesting way to paint a picture of Sona, reminding her of just how close the future was to the Maven. Perhaps she'd take on a new instrument someday, take her etwahl on display while she played something like a guitar. _"The Wrath of Zaun...I hear many things about him. You carry interesting stories, Miss Meitro. It's fortunate to be here in Demacia, but Piltover truly is a place for some opportunity. I'd much rather be here than this spot with...Some awfully-pompous strangers. Much too confident in their own nation, I'd think."_ She let out a breath, perhaps another sigh to collect her thoughts. _"It is a sad tale, but there's nothing else we can do. Perhaps I could...Write something out of it as tribute or a reference."_ She grabbed a notebook, already scribbling. As she did so, she asked, _"Do you eat anything that I might be able to provide? Do you perhaps draw? Tell me more about your device as well, it's an interesting possession you carry."_ _______ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2018-12-30T22:55:51.515+0000) > Sona nearly fell out of her seat, now that she was in full eye-to-eye contact (or the closest that she could be) with this strange entity and company. Mysteries clouded the Maven's observations, while curiosity struck her head like lightning bolts. She glanced at Wolf in particular, wondering if he was about to leave a mark. As long as it wasn't on her notebooks, she was perfectly okay yet a little anxious. That bow. The String Maven was left in the dark as to what it was, but it was quite beautiful in ways that she never learned how to describe. She'd compliment it if she wasn't wary. Creepy. Sona wasn't looking forward to hear all of her mistakes and shortcomings right now if they knew how long she had been silent in her little comfort zone she called her world. She'd rather keep moving forward instead of listening to the Kindred in front of her. Maybe that in itself was a message for the Maven. She had no clue, but she wondered how long this conversation would keep going. Maybe the Kindred would surprise her with something. Yeah? Her heart? It was beating. She'd _personally_ like to keep it that way, but she wasn't expecting any favors for her. It seemed as though Sona wasn't quite in the right spot for dying yet, which she found herself relieved. At the very least, she could continue what she's been striving to do. Her chance was still there. _She_ still had an opportunity to move to. _"I imagine you have experience with beating hearts..."_ Sona softly replied, glancing at Wolf in particular. Sona, a mute musician living in a two-story house, making small talk with the entities who are supposed to kill her when the time is right. If she, in her childhood, knew she was going to do this, she'd likely faint.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T17:23:59.753+0000) > (( Another day arises when I have a job! The future is bright, thanks to the hard work of a glinty mucker! ~~The way you use mucker reminds me of Warframe's Fortuna.~~ )) (( I could go for a drink right now. I'm tired. )) She nodded, a face that shined with understanding of Meitro's situation. Sure, it may not have applied to her, but if she didn't know how to empathize, how would people ever follow her? Very much seemed as if Sona had ever bit of reason to side along with Meitro. If she couldn't write... She returned her gaze to the notebook. _Well. Meitro wasn't a Demacian._ She sighed, a breath without a word leaving her open mouth as she softly closed the notebook. While Sona's palms were moving toward her own knee caps, she glanced at Meitro. _"Try not to be too surprised,"_ Sona's voice echoed similar to a source being within the ending confines of a cave. It was a tingling sensation at first, before adjusting to a feeling of neutrality. Sona was now just present, and she had a voice that no one else would hear. _"And do keep it a secret from the Demacians."_ _"Like you, I don't remember my family and I was born in Ionia with no memory of who had given me birth. I don't like being known as a member of the noble family that had adopted me. The Buvelle House is respected, but..."_ She turned her gaze to the etwahl. She had set it down earlier so it wasn't very far, but her eyes made it look as if the instrument was on the opposite side of the world. _"I feel fake, doing what it is I do. I like this house more than anything else and I like the music I've written, because of how much of my investment came into it. With this etwahl, sometimes I wonder if all I'm doing to practice or to play well...It's just simple talent with no trade of my blood, sweat, and time."_ Sona went silent, glancing at the house's walls in particular. _"I didn't actually leave the noble house with a funding by my side. I wanted to work for myself and become a face of a people that didn't care if the other was Demacian or other. I didn't want to...Represent some sort of 'virtuous anthem of justice' that Demacia would likely want from me. I didn't want to be 'that Ionian that became a noble.' Being able to trade my time and my efforts to get me this far is a satisfaction. Something to stand by and say, '**I** made it here. **I** did this.' You know?"_ She wondered if Meitro understood how open Sona was being. Somewhere, in the back of Sona's mind, she was paranoid. She was anxious about Meitro's opinion, nervous about whatever criticism she may receive. However, she was confident about her statements and she wanted to let it be known that _this_ was basically her mission statement. It was an irony. It was an irony that Sona didn't mind having. If she had never seen a bent line, how would she know if it was straight? ________________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-12-24T02:18:02.679+0000) Who was she talking to? It certainly couldn't be that Wrath of Zaun. Demacia would probably cease everything it was doing. Whose growl was it? How did they know her? Was she just stupid and didn't know what a stalker was? _...Wolf...And Lamb,"_ Sona repeated quietly in her head. _"You seem like extremely...Mystical beings..."_ Hunts...chases... _"Are you a duo of reapers or similar?"_ She asked. There was a hint of curiosity alongside the growing intimidation in the back of her head. The ironic part was that even if this "Wolf" and "Lamb" would eventually be the final thing Sona would ever see in her dying light, she wouldn't really care all too much as long as she could do what she wanted to accomplish.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-12T04:41:37.619+0000) > > 'Percussive Maintenance' > Fucking love it dude. Goddamn top kek of the year right there lol > Also, not sure why I've not upvoted you yet... *solved!* "Well, I come from the Big Z - which... ain't the best place to be, ya see. Got crazy muckers runnin' about in the vents trying to get 'is grubby little robo-hand on our headcases in the lower places, and then you've got the glinty buggers in Piltie - some ofem real nasty too. Just let the glinty shine right into their braincase and rattle the whole thin' up." *Meitro placed the somewhat splendidly painted plating of the Mandichorda on the nearby table, several different colors blatantly visible on them. The pattern was very odd and somewhat nonsensical; it looked like parts of a face, except exaggerated and somewhat... degrading; dark lines around the eyes, which were giant yellow cogs, and the mouth was open, spilling forth text - specifically, numbers - followed by more white or yellow or orange cogs.* *Cogs are a common form of money in Piltover.* *The artwork was made in the sense of saying the only thing man cared for there was money, money, and more money - and it looked damn cartoony while doing so.* "Other than that, ain't got no real biological family - only a 'logical one. If you be a senseable mucker that ain't too glinty, you're in - 'specially if you can make the glass that glows green crack and shatt'r like it's a candle bein' snuff'd out by the Grey." *After that, it was only the occasional clicking of Meitro's tuning tool, and a wayward hand-shaking as she accidentally pinched her finger on an edge she always forgets is there.* *Given how the skin where the pinch happened was fairly tough, she's clearly had the same pinch happen frequently.* "But yeah," *she said, breaking the silence.* "Tha's basically me. You?"
Forgive my delay. )) > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-13T06:53:18.445+0000) > Zaun? She's pretty sure that's the only place she knows that starts with a Z. Was it big? She's never really gone that far in Zaun...It's intimidating in its own unique way. At least she was used to the "glinty buggers" in Piltover. She stared at the patterns, observing them closely. Analyzing was part of her hobbies and job as a music creator, so she wondered implictly to herself whether or not this unorthodox set of moving lights, er...The illusion of moving lights would spark some life into her inspirational fuse. Chances are, she wouldn't. She wasn't entirely sure what the cogs meant, but she concluded shortly that it must've been a form of currency. She wasn't really weirded out by that idea, since currency arose from an object and its value. If people valued the cogs, she understood why. At the same time, she didn't like this artwork. She respected its intended opinon and its efforts used to create it, but she didn't like this narrow-minded theme that it gave off. Then again, she wasn't an artist. Maybe she needed to learn more about life. Ah, so Sona could be part of this person's family. An interesting thought, and not one she took the time to think about. ...Glass that glows green crack...That part was too cryptic for Sona. She'd need to ask it later, but being open was more important on her mind. She collected herself some small notebooks, opening up the pages. The sounds of the pages accompanied the clicking of her guest's items as she found an empty page. The first pages looked like sketches, notes, and disorganized messes of observation studies, if one could even call them that. What was likely the most interesting page would be the actual notes about her etwahl and its linkage with her. It's hard to notice, but it seems as if Sona took an intense amount of time self-teaching how to create sentences through her etwahl from the subtle uses of her magic. She began scribbling. Then she held up the notebook. "I was adopted by a noble Demacian...I'm not quite like you in the way that you don't have a family, but I don't remember mine at all. I think personally, it would be better to have no family at all then to not remember." She immediately put the notebook down, crossing a line at the last sentence. She looked guilty as she scribbled again. One might've guessed she made a grammar error, but it probably stemmed from a deeper level. She had something more to say. "~~I think personally, it would be better to have no family at all then to not remember.~~ There isn't much to say about my adopted family. The Buvelle family is a respected noble family, but as are many others. I don't want to associate myself with nobility, for it makes me seem...Fake. This etwahl doesn't..." She put her hand on her cheek, turning the notebook to her as she skimmed over the words again. She started scribbling again. "It's the same reason I have this house...However, I don't mean any offense, if you know what I'm saying. It's just that being able to work by myself is something I can have pride for. Something I can stand by and say, 'I made it up here.' You know?" __________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0009,timestamp=2018-12-18T01:22:34.473+0000) > Communication. Faint, but it caught Sona's mind, and the fact that she didn't hear it in her ears garnered enough attention to listen immediately. It was not enough to put up a defensive stance, but enough to pique her interest. Someone wanted to use magic to talk to her, so she saw no need to use her etwahl this time around. It's an old familiar feeling to use this form of speaking, Sona realized. She wondered if her voice would crack in her mind. The embarrassment would be unimaginable, since it'd be almost an improbability. So, how to respond? Was she lonely? Did she want a companion? Best not to overthink it. Yes, or no. _"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"_ __________________ > [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000a,timestamp=2018-12-18T08:04:18.765+0000) > > *a letter would arrive at mavens home with a few curious symbols and scuff marks and a bright red wax seal* > (this is a letter from darius but if you dont want to get involved with noxus i will simply say nothing) ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.))
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-08T05:47:38.830+0000) *The moment Sona made the half-muffled noise with her throat, Meitro realized her mistake, and her facial expression matched the fact she knew she screwed up.* "Sorry, I didn't... mean... to..." *That was about when Sona was writing down the note, and as it was raised for Meitro to read, she just simply stared at it, looked at Sona, and shrugged.* "Words ain't my strong suit. *Musics*, though - tha's something I can talk with." *Seemingly out of nowhere, the device began sparking and glowing brightly - making Meitro spit out a curse or two as she casually grabbed the nearest metal object that wasn't the Ethwal and smacked the Somaticorda a few times, still yelling at it;* "BLOODY STUPID... FRACKING.... **STOP YOU PILE OF CRAP!**" *Four or five solid smashes later, it stopped sparking, but was dimly glowing still.* "Damn thing... still don't know why it does that sometimes. Sorry you had to hear all of that... usually I can keep it under control, but honestly, that just was bad timing for it to decide to bleed sparks."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-08T18:52:56.714+0000) > Sona blinked, confusion beaming on her face like a photo turned viral. She wasn't sure what Meitro had to apologize about, but her message would likely pull through anyway. This would work out for her, she could feel it! Literally! Her optimism melted away and was replaced with the chilling liquids of panic, nearly freezing her as she stared wildly at the device, which was now looking similar to a bomb about to go off in her home. Good thing Meitro had found herself a solid spoon to fulfill her destiny, that destiny being to destroy the impurities found in the Somaticorda. Percussive maintenance was a surefire way to get your things working for a shorter amount of time in exchange for temporary reliability. Sona knew from personal experience. She calmed down at the sight of stability, but wasn't sure if she'd be forced to do the same thing in the future with her etwahl.Her fingers moved to the etwahl, flinging some cheerful notes to uplift the mood a bit. Not hard to play, and it sounded like a sped-up lullaby compressed into a multitude of seconds. _"It's okay! Tell me about yourself!"_ Vague, but Sona understood. She wanted to know more about Meitro, and often was the case that she didn't know where to start. She decided to be best to almost test Meitro in a way-- See how she operates under a vague prompt. Sona liked doing it sometimes, but she hoped she wouldn't be coming off as snarky in some way. She just wanted to know more about Meitro, and even something as small as clarification to the question told the Maven many things.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-04T23:42:31.544+0000) "Lill' ole me, of course!" *Meitro had, in fact, followed Sona inside and was now sitting crosslegged on a (presumably existing) couch, playing with the device. It was now missing most of it's painted plating, showing the incredibly intricate internals... that also looked like a mess of Ionian foods in a bowl - something called 'stirfry,' or 'ramen.'* *Not only had the young child taken extremely kindly to Sona's willingness to allow her in, she also had a smile plastered to her face - both from the fact the day was looking up for them, and the fact they'd just discovered a note frequency they've not used before, both of which were reason aplenty on their own to be a cheery little mucker.* "How'd'ya do that anyways? Talk with'ch'a instrument, I mean. Can't you just, like... talk normally?" *As for Meitro's lingo, 'mucker' is meaning person or friend, depending on context. Glinty generally refers to those with extensive pocketbooks, and is more often than not an insult. However, in the context of a 'glinty mucker, but a good one at that,' this is saying you're not perfect, but you're still not an absolute ass about the fact that you have money.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-06T09:53:18.433+0000) > Sona watched carefully, eyeing the strange contraption that Meitro was interacting with. Of course, she didn't understand a dang lick of it, but it was weird to see such a device. Here she was, questioning on its properties rather than actually treating her guest. She quickly shrugged off the waves of guilt she was about to feel and prioritized on actually pushing a conversation. One that would perhaps be interesting, she hoped. She cleared her throat, or...She unnecessarily "cleared" her throat, despite not making much of a sound. She would do well as a mime. She went back to her instrument. She was debating carefully to herself about the idea of expressing the secrets to her newly-found verbosity within the confines of her music. Sona was paranoid about discussing this sort of thing, as places like Demacia...Wouldn't like the idea of her use of magic within her songs, and any word of such an idea would quickly evolve into rumor and even possibly mass hysteria. She decided staying positive was a better standing. She started with some notes on her etwahl, strumming softly. Gloomy, just a little, with a mix of neutral background-like music. She had an extremely "adequate" melody followed by a harmony like that of a slow piano solo. _"I can't speak."_ She wasn't sure how quite to voice out her reasonings, which was a definitive problem. Sure, she could talk, but it didn't help when she lacked the ability to speak her "why's" and "how's." Instead, she stopped short of her small song, grabbing the nearest sheet of paper and a pen, scribbling on it. Quick, easy to read, and somewhat fancy. She held up the paper for Meitro to read. "I got a little help due to that problem, which I still am happy for to this day. My dearest apologies if I happen to take so long." She smiled nicely, an endearing expression that welcomed Meitro's presence as best as the Maven could muster.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-30T14:32:25.241+0000) "Y'know, now tha I think abouttit, ya look like a glinty mucker - but the good kind." *Meitro smiled at Sona, and happily took a few steps in through the door.* "Not like the fraggin' Pilties. They're just glinty, and let it go right to the braincase - every last oneofem." *She would slowly walk through the hallway and into a main room of sorts - living room? - and begin to unstrap the Somaticorda from the forearm mount to adjust it, quietly humming a little tune that the people she lived near sang quite oft.* "Than's for lettin' me in, though. Nobody's been willin' ta for a week out 'ere." *Now that the device was removed from her arm, the internal components could be seen - including a glowing set of crystals at three metal containers, clearly magic-based technology at it's core.* "Nottin' like the big Z, though. Ain't gotta hide from the real dangerous muckers in the vents - no real dangerous muckers to begin wifth." *A small tuning fork was used inside the device as Meitro twisted one of the internal rods, and the bass suddenly dropped in a heavy... how should I describe it...* ***BVVVVRRRRRRWWWWWRRRRRR*** >Just think BFG Division guitar drop before the actual drop. "Okaaay then..." *She now had a wicked smile plastered to her face, realizing what tuning she'd done;* "*THAT* is one I've gotta remember at some point, completely friggn' trail-'n-bomb right there..." *The statement, however odd, was just followed with maddened cackling for the next few seconds.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-30T15:41:51.576+0000) > (( After school time, the stress of trying to find a job, and my wifi going out and forcing me to use a phone, I now just prosecute a short post for you. )) A glinty mucker? Whatever that meant...What kind of insult is it? Sona was tempted to ask for further information, but if it was good, then it was a compliment and she could at least thank the stranger for saying that at least. ... Oh! She wondered if the stranger was calling Piltoverians arrogant. This seemed like a likely chance and Sona went along with it with no comment. She didn't want to let out any information about that sort of thing. She frowned as Meitro spoke. She didn't like the way this person was being treated. She quickened her pace, guiding politely toward Sona's magnum opus of living rooms. It didn't look like anything special, unfortunately, it looked more like a regular living space. There was a door to one side that supposedly led somewhere which had a red dull bulb above it with a sign that said "RECORDING" on it. Sona glanced at Meitro, watching not-so-closely at what she was doing to herself. _I wonder if this changes the music she has playing._ She nearly hopped back several feet from the sudden drop in bass, her face filled with fright and...Surprise, not really terror. She pointed at Meitro to attempt to garner Meitro's attention, before plucking at the etwahl again. Distraught, slightly chaotic notes arranged in a pattern that sounded little more than that of someone who was getting frustrated trying to make a melody. She was confused as to what it was, that drop in bass, and wanted to know more. In the back of her head, she was praying to something that Meitro wouldn't playing something high-pitched or some things would break. _"What was that?"_
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000,timestamp=2018-11-27T05:00:38.336+0000) > >Zalie's is a store in Piltover - Ezreal used it in his short story that proved his ~~dipshittery~~ willingness to spelunk the living fuck out of caves and the like. >~~...and also prove he's a massive asshole now.~~ *The music had halted - at least, it was quiet enough to not be distracting, though the bass was deep enough to make anyone who was within, say, ten feet - just Sona and Meitro would have felt it - as the young child spoke.* "Hoy there... not sure why, but I think we might 'ave some good things in common. Mind if I stop in 'an hang for a while?" *The feathers slowly bobbed side-to-side as Meitro's head dipped and rose periodically, staying perfectly in sync with her produced music. Oddly, it had it's own barbaric and hard-wired striking sounds to it, but it was clearly a form of music.* *A unique one, for sure, but a form of music.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000,timestamp=2018-11-28T01:31:54.891+0000) (( An unfortunate discord, I had enjoyed my time with Ezreal before his voice had changed. )) (( And my punctuality becomes my procrastination. )) (( How tall is your person? I'd imagine my String Mistress would be looking down at Meitro, but it's an uncertainty for how much. )) An accent! Sona wasn't sure why she was surprised, she "talked" to people before. Maybe it's been a while. She could feel the bass, an low-intense thump beating under her feet like that of reverbed drums. She didn't have much of a protest against it, but she wondered if she'd get a headache over time just due to the noise. Speaking of noise, now this String Mistress was hearing hard-hitting noises, reminding her of very intense tones. An interesting way to compose music, and certainly one she hadn't heard. She didn't respond for a moment, clearly focusing on the noises her guest was making. She didn't look any-bit irritated, she was simply thinking about the sounds. Eventually, she took her etwahl inhand, the light going through the door shining against the strings like a blade under the sun. She plucked the strings, slowly and articulating. She was picking out her voice. _I'm just a hypocrite, aren't I?_ Sona thought to herself. She couldn't help it, she really wanted to practice now. A upbeat series of sounds, like that of bells. It then transitioned to another upbeat pattern of noises, varying in pitches to resemble that of a notification or a reminder-like sound. _Yes, you may. Hello, miss._ One step closer to mastering her voice, Sona thought to herself. The Maven then gestured Meitro inside with her hand, briefly pointing at the door to ask her to close it beforehand. They could talk probably...The living room where there weren't any windows. The kitchen had a back door, but she didn't think that glass could handle the sounds.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=,timestamp=2018-11-11T05:01:49.529+0000) > >I'll do a bit of work on the musical instrument, but the sound will be very rough and scrappy for the most part. >...also, Sona hopefully soundproofed her china and glassware cabinets. Just sayin'. *If the streets were so quiet, Meitro would have very much made them* un*quiet. She would have been a little younger than seventeen, wore very poor clothes - at least, in terms of repair and quality of material; her outfit was that of a torn pair of slacks she'd picked out from a load of spares from the worker crews of her hometown, where the shirt and ruined leather jacket were supposedly from the backyard trash of Zalie's in Piltover.* *How did she make the streets so unquiet, one might ask? Quite simply put, her own invention - part Hextech and part acoustical magics, called the Somaticorda - was making several rooms in nearby houses quake and vibrate from the lowest tones, whilst the glass windows and drinking-flasks quivver and crack from the highest notes.* *The most flamboyant part of her outfit was easily the hat; it had six long, silvery-white feathers from some exotic animal that bounced as she moved to her own rhythm. The stepping of feet were in time with the bass, sway of the hips moving with the melody, and her head bobbing to the scratches and flip of the sound of someone's voice, but terribly distorted and warped.* *She continued down this road, and eventually turned it down after a few local guards asked her to do so. Eventually, Meitro would end up staring at a two-story home, to which she had no idea why but something felt like a second home away from the vents back in the big Z - like she was going to end up adding someone to her logical fam in less than a heartbeat.* *So, with this in mind, she casually knocked on the door, and waited.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008,timestamp=2018-11-25T05:30:48.422+0000) > (( Forgive my lack of punctuality. No worries, she's a person of wood and tile. The windows? _Flips coin._ Well, do what you wish. )) Music. How many times had she heard that word? How many times would she keep hearing it? How long until she goes numb to it? It interested her in a way. She had these goals to look forward to, goals whose naivety she recognized, but she herself was little more than a Demacia or an Ionian. Sure, she could be unique from everyone else, but what different did that make if her most distinct features could be waved away from higher authority? What did having a louder voice mean to her, to _them_, to any of the people that listened to her? She needed an answer. Any question left unanswered may as well been dribble with the Maven. If there was anything about putting up a show that she learned, it was that deadlines were the most important thing to meet. Impressions, encounters, interactions, were key to leadership-- The lack of verbosity wouldn't stop her from meeting her endgoal. She stared at her etwahl. She might forget why she wanted to be a leader, but this instrument was the key to regaining her literate leverage. She just had to figure out how to improve, rise to a new level with her chords. Her attention was pulled in by the unsilence. Dissonance, she first thought. They were affecting the very floor she sat on. She then thought further from that conclusion, thinking perhaps that maybe this was a message. Perhaps she'd find her answer through the source of the noise-- This source being the very source that looks for her welcome, she suspected. Impressions came first, however. She approached the door, worried about the windows upstairs shattering. She could fix them later, but it'd be a startling surprise. There was mostly wood and marble that took up the material form of her living space, and little a window to be seen downstairs. With these sounds, she thought it better than to try communicating with her instrument. She was paranoid it would be similar to talking in the midst of loud noises. The maven opened the door, glancing almost instantly at the shirt of this stranger. Impressions counted, but she herself had some thoughts about what kind of person this stranger was. Sona tried to return her gaze to eye-contact, but caught herself toward the hat. Strange, but charming in its own way. She was curious about it, but decided better than to start off the conversation by pointing at the animal. Sona bowed her head softly, her hair flowing softly over her shoulders like that of a cascading collection of flowers against gravity. She looked delighted to see a new guest, and one of such distinctness. She wanted to know more about this person, but she first offered a proposal of entrance, her hand smoothly gesturing the person over to her home, while hoping in the back of her head that this person wouldn't destroy some of her prized possessions. > [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000700000000,timestamp=2018-11-25T01:47:10.354+0000) > Baddabing. )) Sona blinked, wondering what exactly defined itself as "cool." She had some awards, she guessed, but Annie wouldn't seem like a child who'd stare at the Maven's achievements. That was more narcissism than Sona would most certainly disapprove of. She wasn't really satisfied with the information about the shopkeeper, but she was charmed by Annie's mannerisms and etiquette. Sona hadn't been sure what to expect from this child, but she half-wondered how much anger she was channeling from her to her bear. Then again, the bear could also be its own live animal that Annie really happened to befriend. _Short is insulting?_ Sona thought to herself. She wondered if she's accidentally received negative opinions simply because of her literally looking down on people. She quietly apologizes to them in her thoughts and heart. There was a truth to what Annie was saying, and Sona could say for herself that it applied just as well as it did for Annie. Just make sure it's within one's principles, obviously. Sona wouldn't want to be a hypocrite. She thought about playing on her etwahl, but she wasn't sure how to ask the question, so she went with a trusted raised eyebrow. There was a curiosity tinged on her face, as if she looked further intrigued and most likely by Annie's statement. She was mostly wondering why Annie would bother coming to her in the first place, going through more trouble than Annie usually did to meet Sona. Surely, it couldn't just be because she was popular. Maybe she sparked inspiration, or some form of motivation. Maybe she said something that stuck to Annie. She wasn't sure, and wanted to know.
: *Annie scratched her head.* "You can't speak?" *she said, though she had not read the rest of the note as the first part was more than just an odd thing.* "Well that isn't good. But it's fine! I'll just talk more... But I would love to see your room." *Annie couldn't relate to Sona's disability, but she could empathize. Annie thought if she couldn't speak it would be really hard to play with Tibbers.* "Hmm... I can tell you how long it took to get here! It all started waaaay back in Noxus. I found a traveling shop keeper or something... He was camping near where I was. I talked to him and he let me look at some of his books. And one of them was from Demac... well here. It talked about some famous people, and you were one of them. I don't think there's any famous musicians in Noxus, but I don't really like to go to the Noxus capital, it's scary there. So I asked the shop keeper how I could get to Demacia." "He told me that I would have to earn some money and buy a carriage to get there, it was too far to walk. So... to keep it short, I helped a farmer for a few weeks. Then I had to go to a small village and to find a carriage driver. I actually stayed with a family there for maybe a month, waiting for someone passing through going here. But I kept waiting, and eventually they came! They were stopping for supplies, a nice family of 5. They let me tag along, and they only made me pay for my share of the supplies, the ride was free!" "But then the rest of the trip was pretty boring... I got here just today. It didn't take me very long to find you. i got help from some people who live here and they even took me here!" *Annie took a deep breath, she wasn't used to speaking this much, actually. But it wasn't too hard.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2018-11-15T22:06:03.243+0000) > Sona listened to every bit of Annie's story with an occasional nod of her head. She wondered briefly if Annie had actually read the entire piece of paper, but she guessed that the excerpt the child extracted would be good enough. It wasn't like she was beating around the bush anyway. Noxus? Already a term that she's been taught as fundamentally evil. However, she wasn't that kind of person to make judgements off the bat...She still had a bias against any of that territory. So what was a child from Noxus doing with Demacian clothing and greeting Sona? The Maven had never seen the Noxus capital with her own eyes, but she imagined it probably was as scary as Annie saw it. She nodded some more, feeling complimented about the idea of traveling from one enemy territory to the other just to meet a person like her. There was a probing question about where the shopkeeper came from and what his appearance was, but she decided not to ask for further information. Annie worked to get here? Even more surprising, Sona immediately thought. Where were the parents? _...Better not to ask,_ She decided. She was impressed, almost admiring the young child for her labors to arrive on her front door. She wished she had that sort of courage when she was young. Maybe then, she would have never become a musician, or at least, the big voice of Demacian she was. Who knew what she could've been. After a moment to comprehend Annie's story, Sona gestured her to follow Sona to the nearest staircase, briefly strumming on her etwahl. It was soft, organ-like, and perhaps similar to that of a hymn. Respectful. _"That was quite a story, I'm glad you're okay. I'm interested to hear more about this shopkeeper you met. Do you wish to follow me? To my room, that is."_
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00050000,timestamp=2018-11-13T02:04:06.891+0000) *Annie smiled brightly when Sona confirmed her appreciation for the wonder that is Tibbers. It made Annie like her just that much more! She didn't place Tibbers back into her backpack, instead just wrapped her arms around him. Annie was not dissapointed that Sona didn't have any food.* "That's okay." *she said to confirm. Annie wasn't very hungry in the first place, and Sona offering just seemed like a nice gesture.* *Annie undersood what Sona meant before grabbing the pen and paper, but she followed her regardless. Was she going to draw something? She seemed able to speak, so she found it a bit odd that she had to write it down. Annie stared at the parchment, and could thankfully read the simple words used on it.* "Ok! Let's take a walk... but can we see more of your house? I'll tell you a lot of things, I promise! But, is it hard to talk like that? You don't move your mouth so I don't really understand. Is that why you wrote it down?"
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000500000000,timestamp=2018-11-13T21:42:43.407+0000) > Sona averted her gaze briefly up and to the right, thinking about her next reply. She moved back to the parchment instead of playing, the sounds of lead scraping against the fibers filling up whatever was left of the audible space. She, at the least, enjoyed Annie's visible higher opinion of Sona. She wanted to please her guests the best she could, and a lack of voice wasn't going to stop her. Now, she had to give a tour... _I never cleaned my room of those airplanes, did I?_ This couldn't be that hard. She could describe her house through a musical...Only without the vocals. She held up the sheet. "I can't speak. I only talk through music and paper, sometimes sign language. Do forgive me if it's troubling to talk." She then placed the sheet down and started plucking some strings on her etwahl, the music coming out one by one in a faint harmony. _"It's hard speaking through music. Would you like to come upstairs to my room?"_ The Maven could possibly show Annie around the soundproofed room, but maybe it was better in her private quarters. She didn't really keep any secrets in her room anyway, aside from tossed away music sheets and doodles-- It was sure to bring more interest than screaming in a room where no one could hear you.
: Dear Sona, Have you been outside of demacia? Like Piltover or Ionia perhaps? -James
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2018-11-13T09:03:01.975+0000) > > Dear Sona, > > > Have you been outside of demacia? Like Piltover or Ionia perhaps? > > -James Another letter, another day to spend. It was true to life that she'd spend the majority of her time finding something to get away from her workload. While, yes, this workload was fun, it became much more like the work she was burdened to carry. She couldn't experiment as forwardly as she wanted to, sometimes only going as far as twisting her original works as not to disappoint. Creative, maybe, but otherwise? She wanted to be some sort of magnum opus for the Demacians, but at the same time, there was a ceiling that she was already hitting. The Maven might be overthinking it, however. The strategy of speeches was to use the very words to implicitly manipulate certain responses-- she in turn, had to use her music and use her own devices to persuade the people. It was just a matter of mastering of turning music into words-- Another form of sound. >James, >I have, both Piltover and Ionia. I've performed at both before, and have spoken to figures there before, like the Explorer and the Gumiho. I have also been and performed at Bandle City, which was very exciting. >-Sona
: Dear Sona, Have you had any crush on anyone before? I can’t believe your still single and not taken. -James
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2018-11-12T18:57:38.029+0000) > > Dear Sona, > > > Have you had any crush on anyone before? I can’t believe your still single and not taken. > > > -James How long has it been? It's been too much...The silence, the loneliness, the isolation...She can't take it anymore! This whole world was becoming more of a monochromatic nightmare, and the vignette was closing in on her like some sort of black hole...It was the equivalent of disappearing, disappearing off the face of the very magic dirt she stood on...And all that stood behind her would be the dissonance of her flaws and fruitless labors. There would be no coming back, no more chances, and no more legacy...All this power, her voice, would stand up to what was a brick wall absorbing every fiber of her capabilities like an absorbent horror. Sona's thinking way too hard over by the living room. Writing music when she's written so much was hard work-- Now there was a pile of paper airplanes sitting in the corner, forming another hill that she'd need to clean up during the week. Terrible prioritization skills, Maven, just terrible. She needed to relieve her stress a little. The music would come, but she can't force creativity and there was no need to be gloomy, she was comfortable and had every amount of time to practice what she desired. She stood up from her couch, sighing as she grabbed the letter left for her to retrieve. Her eyes skimmed over the paper's contents. _The same James, I presume._ This was quite the chain of letters. She was surprised he wanted to know more. She went over to her kitchen table, grabbing the nearest set of parchment and pens and began handwriting her response. > James, Remember, Sona, this was very important. This was practically a window toward her preferences, a small tunnel into the exposure of who she wanted, who she'd enjoy, and who she'd fall in love with. > No, but thank you for the compliment. > -Sona She didn't really want anyone to probe any deeper about her personal relations. It might bring in unwanted trouble. ____ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-12T23:20:48.974+0000) Sona's curiosity rose slightly, her thoughts now questioning the time it took for Annie to get here. Well, she'll question Annie about it later, but now she was left with the mystery about what was in the fridge. She glimpsed at a table near the front door, before realizing Sona had already answered the latest letter. She glanced back toward Annie as the child pulled out her teddy bear. The Maven smiled politely, her hand moving to the etwahl. Some strums and a plucked strings echoed out, bringing some quite happy vibes. _"I like it."_ She then stopped, her free hand moving to her chin as she thought about what to make. Letting go of Annie, She opened up her pantry, glancing at its contents. _...Empty..._ There was enough red on her to bring the impression that Sona might've been on fire. That was kind of a huge bummer for the Maven, she couldn't lie. Hopefully, Annie was behind her and didn't notice her facial expression. Sona, now clearing her head after being hit like an anvil of the discovery of what was a hollowed pantry because she doesn't pay much attention to certain bullet points of her to-do list, reached for her etwahl again and started playing some notes in a panicked motion. A little jumbled, a little quick, and a **little** panicked was the music, but enough to be tangible in words. _"I don't have much food, but we could do something else..."_ Her hand hovered above the strings very briefly before gracefully strumming it once more. The politely happy vibes returned. _"How about we walk around and you can talk to me?"_ It was vague, but it was hard being articulate through her music. Sona wanted to know more about Annie, but...Oh right, there's a set of parchment and pens nearby. She went to the kitchen table, grabbing several sheets of the blank pieces and a pen, then began scribbling. It was a neat and straight-forward handwriting, and surprisingly quick on the job too. It wasn't anything beautiful, but rushing might've been part of her time in the music industry. She showed the piece to Annie. "Let's take a walk, and you can tell me about yourself-- We can get something later." Another brightly polite smile was pointed at the child.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-12T03:04:09.997+0000) *Annie looked beyond Sona as the door swung open. Sona's house seemed pretty normal which was different than Annie's expectation. She turned her eyes back to Sona, getting a decent look at her instrument. Sona appeared to be inviting her inside, so Annie would take the opportunity. Annie nodded quickly and smiled back.* *Annie would take her hand as she offered, regardless of whether or not Sona meant it to be taken, Annie saw it as an invitation. The lack of decorations on the rooms would not be something to catch Annie's eye, she was more likely to notice something interesting on the walls than to have any opinion on a lack of something there.* "Do you live here alone?" *Annie asked, curiously* "This is a pretty big house! I think if I had a house, it would be pretty small... I don't know if I would have too many people to bring with me."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-12T13:48:46.900+0000) > Sona held in a sigh, wondering what Annie was thinking. Her house must look so boring, the Maven thought. Nothing befitting of a fundamental celebrity or even just someone living higher-class. She guided Annie inside, lifting up her etwahl with one hand and pushing the door closed beforehand like it was some sort of stick. Long instruments made for lazy corner-cutting. She nodded once more toward Annie's question, slightly paranoid about the long-term repercussions of letting Annie that information. Like, what if Annie started viewing her as some sort of hermit behind-the-scenes? Sona was no stranger to rumours and gossip, and she could leave a pretty powerful impression on this child depending on what she said. Or...What she didn't say. All jokes aside, she adjusted her etwahl in front of her again, her hand brushing through the strings. Simple notes in a simpler leitmotif. _"I really like the space."_ She blinked, glancing at the etwahl again. She instead played the notes in an improvised sequence rather than a repeated motion, otherwise she'd be repetitive. _I'm happy that you came,_ Then some jumbled notes that didn't say much. She frowned slightly. She was doing so well before she opened the door. She tried again, her notes coming in slowly but as a background-like tune that would've complimented something if her other hand was available. She should've brought a paper and pen with her. _What do you want to eat?_ Soft but to the point, and that was the way Sona preferred it. Hopefully, she had a good variety of foods to pick. She hadn't stocked up her pantry in a while.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-11T23:36:52.998+0000) *Annie's eyes expanded as she saw Sona. Truthfully, she did not even know what Sona looked liked, other than what they described her as in some of the books she read. But as soon as she saw this woman, she knew it had to be her, she just looked way too cool.* *Annie was confused as Sona spoke to her. 'Why is she not moving her mouth to talk? Can someone talk without doing that?' Annie thought to herself.* "Uhh..." *she said, a bit flustered. Annie curtsied for Sona, looking downward. Annie learned that this was a sign of respect... or something like that.* "I am Annie..." *she said as she got back into a normal stance* "Are you Sona?" *Annie was pretty sure she knew the answer, but she just wanted her to confirm it.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-12T01:43:34.708+0000) She opened the door, granting proper visibility of Sona in the flesh alongside the room behind her. It was relatively big living room that covered, yet closed off to a private room beyond. Perhaps it was a stage of sorts, but the living room itself was plain. In all honesty, she didn't like the lack of decoration of her first floor rooms. It looked like a place one would have a therapy session in. First impressions made or broke a musician. She looked slightly amused with this formality Annie brought forward, and yet there was quite a beaming smile on her face. It, her expression, might've been caused just by that sort of surprise that a young child would greet her with respect. It hit Sona in a lot of places that normal formalities wouldn't. Sona politely waved at Annie, nodding her head "yes" toward the child's question. She then crouched down to...Still be above Annie's height, but see eye-to-eye. What was going to be infront of Annie's forward view would probably just be the etwahl itself, shining in its glorious form. Sona offered her hand toward the girl and used her other hand to point at the room next to her living room, the maven's head turning briefly toward the blocked-off room to further emphasize the direction. This was most likely the kitchen, a quite large one filled with fancy utensils and fancier cooking-ware that sat ontop a smooth marble tile colored with beige. It was a major contrast with the brownish-maroon wooden flooring that she had for the rest of the floor. She was inviting Annie to the kitchen. She gazed back at Annie, eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2018-11-11T05:03:29.655+0000) *'I can't believe they're scared of a **little** magic.' Annie thought to herself. The Demacian capital was certainly not welcoming of Annie's unique abilities, but that's not why she was here. Sona, the musician she'd heard about time after time even all the way out in Noxus, was here, and willing to meet her fans! Annie had never heard her music, but she did hear about how cool Sona was.* *Annie received directions from multiple people, eventually having someone bring her right to where she was supposed to go because she was unfamiliar with the area. She stood at the entrance to Sona's abode. If there was someone out there she would ask them to knock, otherwise Annie would knock on the door herself. Annie was wearing a nice dress that she 'bartered' for from a Demacian tailor, complete with traditional Demacian colors and style, and made to fit a child.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00000000,timestamp=2018-11-11T22:28:53.393+0000) > Sona stared at a piece of parchment, sleep beginning to overrule her priorities. It just wasn't right, she thought to herself. It wasn't perfection in the way she wanted all of her music to be. What kind of voice would she have if it cracked in the middle of a speech? She needed to be a leader with her music, and what was written on her parchment was little more than scrambled up notes that a street performer could improve on. There was zilch of masterpiece, and a hundred of discordance. That was her perspective on the music, anyway. Into the trash it went. **Knock knock.** The Maven's attention was caught. Grabbing the etwahl without hesitance, she went for the door. If it was one thing she had learned about her rising popularity, it was that patience was popularity's worst rival. Hold on, was she dressed properly? _Same clothes, same pose._ That answers it. Within a minute, she was now at the entrance of her subtle abode, instrument inhand and ready to go. _"Greetings,"_ She played through the strings of her etwahl, a soft humming like that of a harp passing through the doorway and right into the open area, where the young girl would be awaiting the Maven's presence. She blinked, briefly stopping her playing, the greeting cutting off slightly too quick on the end. _A little too calm. I should be more excited._ _"Greetings!"_ She played again, the humming moving much more to the forefront and acting more of a melody rather than background music, sounding much more like an actual instrument rather than just soft bass. It was enough to catch attention in the way that one might expect from a violin or a brass instrument. It felt much more like a hook than the harmony. Whether or not she hit the excitement level square on the money or she went a little too-high pitched depended on the person's subjective stance. _"To whom do I have the honor of meeting?"_
: Dear sona, What do you think of Xin Zhao? I heard a lot of good things about him and that he’s still single for ladies to mingle. -James
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2018-11-11T08:02:33.032+0000) > > Dear sona, > > > What do you think of Xin Zhao? I heard a lot of good things about him and that he’s still single for ladies to mingle. > > > -James This "James" character sends a lot of letters, Sona thought. Maybe he was just really interested in her thoughts and opinions. She didn't mind though, these sorts of questions weren't all that common and forced her to branch out what she usually thought during the day. When _was_ the last time she thought about dating, right? Some of her music was about love and here she was, sitting in an enclosed room to herself and barely remembering that she had unused makeup sitting in the bathroom. ...Was she talking to some sort of matchmaker? Should she stop sending letters? _That'd be rude._ > James, > He's a respectable man, a person I admire for his bravery and loyalty. Unfortunately, he spends the majority of his time with the Lightshields and on the battlefield. There is awkward communication between us, and I do not see a future with him. Spitting out facts, Sona, calm down. > However, I think if I devoted enough time, we could come to a compromise. Perhaps I'll invite him to dinner one day. > -Sona
: Dear Sona, Thanks for your reply to my letter, also one curious question here, do you prefer younger or older men? Does age matter to you, that’s a hard solid question. -James
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2018-11-11T07:20:18.483+0000) > > Dear Sona, > > > Thanks for your reply to my letter, also one curious question here, do you prefer younger or older men? Does age matter to you, that’s a hard solid question. > > > -James ... Younger or older? Sona racked her head around, unsure what the decision would be. She took a deep breath, trying to meditate over the solid answer for this riddle of a question. At the very least, she was distracted, so she wasn't completely concentrated on the music anymore. In a way, this was a stress reliever for her, which was why she loved the fan letters. Just small little things that she never takes for granted, even if it takes time to see. > James, > Older, which would really just be my age or a little above it. Um...I just don't want to go with someone who might just be doing it on impulse. >-Sona The Maven smiled, wondering what her "guy" might look like. A tinge of red formed on her cheeks as she sent the letter back.
: Dear Sona, What type of guys are you into? Just curious -James
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2018-11-11T05:16:12.104+0000) > > Dear Sona, > > > What type of guys are you into? Just curious > > > -James She nearly coughed at this foreseen question. She wasn't a stranger to looking at guys, yet being asked a question this direct drove her up a wall. Maybe it was just a girl thing. She saw no reason to lie at any point in her response, though, as it was just a question, really. So, she'll answer in the fullest way possible! Pen and paper, parchment and feather, she wasn't sure what to pick. Well, she liked fancy. What sort of writing utensil? Black...Blue... Purple. She liked going out of her comfort zone sometimes. > James, > I'm not quite sure, I never really put thought into that. _This is terrible, now I sound as if I don't care enough to put in a thoughtful reply._ She added a bit more to the letter, tapping her cheek with one end of her writing utensil. >However, if I really took the time, I'd love someone who could help clean up the house with me, and I would like someone I could talk to. It's always nice speaking to someone having the same interests. However, there's always such a thing as love at first sight, so maybe none of it will really matter in the end. I guess I just don't really mind what kind of person they may be, so long as I carry enough reason to protect them more than anything else. I hope this answers your question. > > -Sona ♪ _How awfully vague,_ She thought to herself, wondering what other information she should expend at the price of gossip. She was a bit of a stranger to romantic love, so she hoped this would count for something. She sent the letter. ___________ > [{quoted}](name=4 Step Cadence,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-11-11T05:58:46.061+0000) > > ((https://news-a.akamaihd.net/public/images/wallpapers/champions/promo/jhin-promo-sona-wallpaper-1920x1080.jpg > Hello, my dear.)) Greetings, virtuoso. )
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Boop! Sona has secured parchment on the door for future purposes...Like writing down eventful things like how her day was! _That sounded quite boring..._ (Reserved~)
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> [{quoted}](name=Laughing Fish,realm=NA,application-id=okOuNvuT,discussion-id=IW6M8UJd,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2018-11-10T05:47:03.549+0000) > > Try the [Boards Syncing Tool](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/community-moderation/6JI91pva-boards-profile-syncing-tool) to update your profile. It can sometimes take up to 15 minutes after using to the tool for it to work. > > If 20 mins after using the tool your profile still won't sync, you can make a post in [Discuss the Boards](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/community-moderation), and tell the moderators. Someone there hopefully can help. Alright, well, I did it last night which had no effect; now it doesn't even work :( edit: Time to try posting to mods.
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