The story of a sword is inked in blood.
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@aaseryo
The story of a sword is inked in blood.
― Yasuo
activity will be slow for maybe the next five weeks. i’ve got a lot on my plate with graduation and moving to another state on top off all this, so i’m overwhelmed. apologies in advance for the time i’ll take for replies from this point on.
( aaseryo. )
❛ geez - you whim A LOT about HONOR - CERTAINLY ; ❜
“Whine----? I assure you it’s anything but whining.”
Luse Forest, Ionia [x]
Impression of a Chinese Feudal Dynasty by artist Houwai Leung.
bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !
feel free to add more.
easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | over sensitive | possessive | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgmental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated | pushy | self-critical | smart-ass | infamy | solemn | erratic | sadistic
Ionia
short.
aaseryo entered the jungle.
Tall folk. Lots of hair (damn. kind of impressive). Samurai sword(?)- Katana(?), I believe. Scent of alcohol- sah-keh (is that how you pronounce it?), perhaps.
And the wind is…abnormally active. It’s slight, but I feel it.
Our intel from Ionia is shaky at best, but I believe this is one of their criminals at large. Time to find out if I’m right.
“Identify yourself, tall folk.”
Teemo called out, walking through the brush, lit up eyes narrowed slightly at the man standing in his jungle. A fuzzy hand rests gently on the bowie knife at his side.
Attention snatched, the ronin glanced earthward once the voice reaches his ears - and his brows furrowed immediately. The little guy walking into sight was just barely up to Yasuo’s knees in height, palming a knife, and looking as if he meant business. In another time perhaps he would’ve found the sight somewhat comical. But, despite not meeting many other Yordles in his time to base a comparison on, this one seemed-- much different. Yasuo didn’t respond immediately; it seemed the distrust was very much mutual. His own hand moves to the polished sheathe of his blade, just as a precaution.
“What’s it matter who I am?”
i’d like to thank guys for accepting me into the group! if anyone’d like a starter or anything - let me know!
aaseryo started following you
“Yasuo-san, –(o-hisashiburi)–. What b r i n g s you to my ...GROVE... ?”
His shoulders rise and fall in a lax shrug. “I suppose I was on a quest to find reasonable people to have some conversation with. There seems to be a lack of that around here lately, and I’ve grown a little bored of talking into empty sake cups.”
“The sword at your back was not company enough, I see. You may have me, though I have little to offer you.”
Words unspoken traveled across the expanse of her helm, accompanied by a few curious notes. Sona was hardly familiar with the swordsman - only having heard his name dance on the tongues of gossiping strangers. Though, his reputation was known far & wide; a framed wanderer with a sword at his hip and the wind at his back.
And he has heard of her through similar means. The musical prodigy, was she? He could admit she was not quite what he’d expected, though whether that was from her futuristic style of dress or her chosen greeting he could not tell. Brows lifted.
“Offering companionship to a criminal?” The stories spun of him were sure to have reached her ears, so he couldn’t help the mild bemusement. “I don’t think most people would recommend that.”
Ω ▬ The Demonblade peered about the bar, finding that most of the men were drunk and would make good targets for her. She could feel her fingers twitching, eager to sink into flesh and satisfy her blood lust. She saw a man with irregular, paint brush like hair. He seemed somewhat familiar, but she was too eager to kill to think about it, walking out and hanging out near the door, waiting for someone to exit so that she could grab them and kill them
The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and buzzing with the chatter of men. Usually, Yasuo tended to avoid places like these, so full of people - but, these were the far, frayed edges of Ionian outskirts. Everyone was a criminal in some way or another, and nobody cared enough about their country to wage its wars themselves. He was only slightly surprised at how well he blended in.Yasuo’s stay, however, was coming to an end. The day was drawing to a close, though his mind was only beginning to hum with the static of the drinks he’d downed. He had another in his hand as he pulled himself away from his seat, not drunk but not entirely clear-headed ( it was a delicate equilibrium he strode for ).The cup was brought to his lips as he shouldered the tavern’s door open.
xperimentor.
... ᴀʟʟ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ_
The visor’s orange light flickered once, twice, before stabilizing into a constant glow. Consciousness. It was encroached immediately with information of all kinds, rushing in like a flood: protocols, statistics, facts, details. All of it was waded through, sorted, and stored with exceptional ease. He looks then - for what he knew to be the first time - at the figure before him. Humanoid, breathing, live, despite various modifications. ... ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ : ʜᴇʀᴀʟᴅ_
He straightens when acknowledgement comes, finding the movement quite satisfactory in its fluidity.
“Creator. Greetings.”
「Riven and Yasuo」
reapersnoreaping.
“Well, there’s more than enough, if you’ve got mind to join me.” He doesn’t look up as the bottle of sake in his hand is lifted into view & shaken lightly in offering.
project: yasu and hh cait WIP! mixed in with raiden’s mask and some personal touches! // im so excited for these two skins and they have a very special meaning to me too! >V<