laKAUZ
➢ cbbb
laKAUZ
laKAUZ
➢ hi is the rpc still alive
canniluvs
I no longer fear death, rather, I will welcome it when it comes.
laKAUZ
@canniluvs ➢ ᐥ To die and remain besides you for all eternity would be my only wish in life, Revna. (…) What prompted you to say this? 〟
canniluvs
We will meet again in the halls of Valhalla—that is the biggest comfort to my inevitable end.
canniluvs
I can handle my [own] business, Nyx.
laKAUZ
@canniluvs ➢ ᐥ Oh? Touchy subject. You must be lovers, or something of the sort. Alas, I suppose we all have our secrets. I’ll leave it alone. (…) You seem frazzled. He pushed your buttons? 〟
heisaloser
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are you fucking with me?
heisaloser
@laKAUZ [jayce was most certainly irritated. just who was she? and why did the most oddest of situations have to be sprung up on him when he had five screws loose in his head. a pause,] is it? how so, i’m curious.
laKAUZ
@heisaloser ➢ ᐥ Hm (…) No, but you seem to be the man Mel decided to granite with? Interesting. 〟
buryhimgone
you drone on and on about all of this.
buryhimgone
@laKAUZ, [ the irked words bring a smile to his lips, was this meant to dig under his skin? while of course, it has a dry laugh pushing past his throat. the mention of silco having his shoulders tense, ] depends, what do you have to offer? [ vlayd's show lifts, finally settling into the seat behind them. this room was vacant, a hanging light with a desk, a bed, and then a chair now occupied by him. purple, once blue, irises stare at the mage. lips curling up into a subtle sneer, before rolling his eyes. ] it wasn't my idea to get you. fault my peers, but if you really have nothing then by all means, walk out yourself. i won’t stop you.
laKAUZ
⁽ᴵ⁾ ➢ ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧ ╱ S⃨tart Q⃨uote,
ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos cosmic — season ᴵ
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ᐥ I⃨ was never one for your
odd city politics ℨ thirst for
power ℨ control. What’s the
use? At the end of the day,
we’re all masters or slaves to
something. Greed, shimmer,
Silco. Did you see the whole
performance you had to do
just to get me away? We’re
alone, what exactly do you
plan on getting out of me?
Information? Money? Spit it
out. 〟
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ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ | ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ
⟡ 」 WITH A CERTAIN RELUCTANCE, Selene allows herself to be dragged by the arms dealer. There’s a burning sensation in her wrist that lingers from the sole of his boot. Despite the loss of her dagger, the mage keeps a cool head. Following along with his words ℨ actions. IF PUSH COMES TO SHOVE, SHE’LL USE THE ARCANE. Of course, there was no immediate threat so far⸻ Vermillion hues would study her captor, much to her surprise. A chuckle escapes her lips. “Sorry, Selene?” What an odd thing indeed. ┊ @buryhimgone
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@laKAUZ, i don't know. you drive a hard debate, but some reason i can't believe you. [ he tosses aside the other's dagger, letting the edge of it press against his boot as it's tossed to the side. obviously, vlayd didn't pride in hurting others. it's just what came with the job of being an informant, hitman, however you'd label him. the mask hides his smile well, gloved hand gently adjusting it as the sole of his boot lightly presses down onto her wrist. making sure there was no chance of her to flee, it was just extra precautions. ] sorry, selene. ( • • • ) [ ginger tresses fall down his features, maybe this would convince whatever stray eyes were following him. silco's lap dog needed to be kept on a leash, and it's obvious. not that he really meant all of this, he knew she wasn't involved. but watchful eyes have him at gun point, the apology was genuine. hoping that she wouldn't hit him later on, perhaps a few curses would be justified as he ambushed her for good reason. ] fine, it's alright guys. she knows nothing, i'll take her. [ hand grasps her arm, forcing her upright and standing beside his frame. hands squeezing his flesh, pausing, ] let's go. [ and figures from the shadows finally move through, watching vlayd. his own blue irises shift, eyes narrow as they disperse finally. ] /fucking hell/.
laKAUZ
⁽ᴵ⁾ hi cb !! specify the season
blcdeforge
that's something i've never seen before. i'm inclined to ask, what was that you did? ( while usually anything surrounding the arcane or the like, never much peaked her interest due to its dangers— things nearing this category or beyond her knowledge couldn't help but have her intrigued. perhaps even a blade could be strengthened by connections of the like. )
laKAUZ
⁽ᴵ⁾ ➢ ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧ ╱ S⃨tart Q⃨uote,
ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos cosmic — season ᴵ
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ᐥ I⃨t’s a mere artifact. I simply
adjusted it’s usage to how I see
fit. All I need you to do is
restore the pendant to it’s
original state. I was never one
for smithing. Though, it’s a
respectable art. I’m afraid the
blade is dull. 〟
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⟡ 」 THE DAGGER GLOWS IN SELENE’s PALM, it’s covered in ornate designs and jade inlays. Despite its shimmering pulsations, it’s definitely had its fair share of usage. That was evident. The blade is entrusted in the blade-smith’s hands ┊ @blcdeforge
heraldedtech
a . . . friend of heimerdinger’s , you say ? hm . i do not recognize you , though he does have many associates . i’m afraid the professor cannot be disturbed at the moment , but i am his assistant . might i be able to help ?
heraldedtech
a solari sentinel , eh ? mm . [ viktor makes his way over to the table, leaning against it over his crutch. he is careful as he picks up the object, turning it over and over in his hands and smoothing his nimble fingers over its features. a beat passes as he coaxes its joints and fissures.
it is not long before viktor’s lips curve upward in determination, and he gathers his cane back beneath one hand. he gestures vaguely to the room, already limping over to a stash of supplies. ] i believe i know what this needs . please , make yourself comfortable .
* / NOOOOOOO!!! i saw nothing, don’t worry ;)
laKAUZ
⁽ᴵ⁾ ➢ ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧ ╱ S⃨tart Q⃨uote,
ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos cosmic — season ᴵ
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ᐥ W⃨hy, of course. It’s only
right. Now— let me show you
the source of my problems.
It’s this Solari sentinel, a bit
outdated. But, it’s an important
artifact. It stopped working some
time ago. I’m wondering if you
could get it up ℨ running again?
If not, ( … ) I apologize for my
intrusion. 〟
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⟡ 」 IN HER MIRTH, A SOFT LAUGHTER TUMBLES from her lips at the sight of Viktor’s dusted cheekbones. The woman steps further into the grandiose room, placing the object of her concern on a nearby table. The artifact glimmers with a bright luster, golden in color.
THIS WASN’T THE EXACT REASON SHE WAS HERE, OF COURSE. THERE WERE MATTERS MUCH DIRE THAN THIS⸻ UNFORTUNATELY, FATE WASN’T ON HER SIDE FOR THE TIME BEING. ┊ @heraldedtech
heraldedtech
[ pride flushes his face, his cheeks dusting a faint red. he has heard praise before, of course, but he is used to it being directed at jayce. though he’s leaning heavily on his cane, viktor stands a little taller, clearly appreciative. ] that’s — hm . that’s very kind of you to say . thank you .
[ he’s quick to return the gesture with a respectful bow, and he clears his throat softly in an attempt to soothe his own ego. ] i , ah , do not believe that i caught your name .
zaunbats
" I'm sorry , do I have something on the face ... ? Why do you keep staring — "
** Castelvania fc goes hard
laKAUZ
⁽ᴵ⁾ ➢ ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧ ╱ S⃨tart Q⃨uote,
ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos cosmic — season ᴵ
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ᐥ I⃨ didn’t need the full story.
I’ll patch you up all the same ,
( … ) Let’s get you cleaned
up, shall we? There’s a couple
of showers down the hallway
here. Can you stand up? Or
Do you need help? You’re a
mess ⸻ The only thing
you could be running on is
pure adrenaline. Keep talking
to me, alright? 〟
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⟡ 」 FOR ONCE, SELENE IS CONCERNED. Her brows come into a tight bunch, lips curve into a small frown. Pristine fingers are dirtied at the attempts of wiping away the muck ℨ debris left from the remnants of battle. Her towel is caked in dirt ℨ ichor. Such egregious wounds should be treated by Revna, alas. This was impossible at the moment. He’s soaked to the bone, he’d need a change of clothes. Something warmer than what he had on already ┊ @zaunbats
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@laKAUZ Ezra is on his knees , on the floor , he holds the left side side of his body with one of his hands , he looks beated up , there is blood under his nose , a black eye. He denies with his head at the question , he was panicked ? Yeah , of course , barely made it out of the fight with the enforcers , he didn't kill them , never killed an enforcer unlike the other kind of scum he has to fight against , even tho he tries not to, sometimes he is left with no choice. He tries to recover his breath. " I was defending myself," justifies the vigilante . His hood is off , and his face can be seen as clear as day even in the middle of a night storm. The rain made has him soaking wet , besides the wet street he was kneeling on. " I fell off the fucking rooftop — I think the thing of my forearm is what hurts the least right now — " A joke , a dumb joke , trying to look tough while bleeding from his arm , his breathing gets back to a normal rate , but blood still stain his teeth , he got beated pretty well after all , comes with going out to play vigilante in Zaun , nothing new , not the first time , probably won't be the last.