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@divaofdeception
new boink skin, eh?
Hello.
Happy new year.
I will be setting this page up soon. Those who are interested in plotting (and helping me return to the rp scene) are welcome to my IMs.
Your character sees mine without a shirt on and sees they've got a freshly dressed bandage that is bleeding through.
Send “You’re bleeding.. How did that happen?” for my character’s response.
I may or may not consider returning to this fandom and blog. You have been warned.
Also hello world and hello those who remember me and some of the new faces.
Can we talk about this image from Swain’s rework concept art?
Did you miss me?
I am looking through the people whom I followed back when I first made this blog. It was in the early 2014 I think and I’ve met so many amazing people who are now long gone and moved on with their lives and abandoned the rp community. I remember how sad I was when they left and over time we’ve even lost contact.
But it is nice to see some new faces and still see that the old ones who probably don’t even remember me are still here and going strong.
Haha! Very interesting! I did not expect to remember the password for this blog :p
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—-”Ah, Matron.. you may fool most, yet my gaze can see through your lies, past your trickery and deception. I see you for what you are.”—-
A serial killer with the ability to see through deception and lies… He intrigued her, she had to applaud him for that; the way he was so unpredictable and dangerous made him even far more exciting. “Is that so?” the Matron smiled at the Golden Demon. She did not need to see his face to figure out the aspects of his characteristics, the way he stood, spoke and even inclined his head to the side were the things that spoke for themselves. She loved reading people and that was what made deception even more fun. Not many expected her to know or read details of themselves before it was far too late.
She touched her crimson lips with the tips of her fingers and tapped them gently:
“Is that why you approached me? To point out you can see me through? Oh, please, do indulge me more! What am I to you? How do You, out of all people, manage to gaze through the deception I lay upon other mortals! Did your friends show you any other tricks?”
—-”Tricks? Hardly.”—- He replied. Golden prosthetics sauntered around the Noxian. —-”I know how you think, how you function.”—- A relaxed, musical voice replied. Exotic blue gazed at her from behind his masked visage, observing her, scanning, reading her.
—-”You’re like me. A vile creature, a demon, with the blackest of souls.. we both use others to achieve our goals, different as they are.”—- A few steps closer once more. He looked down upon her, she was considerably shorter than him, yet he knew one thing, never underestimate a Noxian. They’re all bound to do something bold or.. stupid at some point.
—-”How I manage? You’d know how, to you.. people are objects, things that you can study, read easily given enough time, they’re steps for you to climb and shove in the dirt. Certainly, you are not surprised that there are others of your kind?”—-
That was a bold claim. To know how she truly thought and the way she saw the world was to enter her mind and walk a mile in her shoes. And he was not the first one to ever say such things to her, and yet she witnessed all them to be proved wrong. But she made no comment, instead she allowed Jhin to speak and build up his confidence.
She did not move an inch when he closed up on her. Instead, the woman stared back up at him, leaning slightly against her staff.
Evaine understood how he managed to frighten others. While his tone was soft and delicate, like music to her ears, he radiated wickedness and the lack of moral. All he cared for was his art and at this point they had something in common: to him, his art was his life. To her Black Rose was a matter of her whole being.
“Not at all,” she admitted. Obviously there were others who thought like she and had secret organizations running right under the noses of innocent civilians. it was only a matter of time when they all would collide.
But she did not like having a small talk. He approached her for a reason, be it for her or his benefit. “What is it that you want?” Evaine demanded. Nothing in her betrayed both annoyance and curiosity. First due to his act. While she enjoyed putting on a play, she rarely enjoyed when others did so. As for curiosity - his whole being was an enigma. While she knew of him, he too, was unpredictable.
hotheaded ninja nd their frosty bfs
ran out of time for the oce contest, so it doesn’t have as much detail as I wanted it to ; 7 ;
@divaofdeception liked for a starter!
—-”Ah, Matron.. you may fool most, yet my gaze can see through your lies, past your trickery and deception. I see you for what you are.”—-
A serial killer with the ability to see through deception and lies... He intrigued her, she had to applaud him for that; the way he was so unpredictable and dangerous made him even far more exciting. “Is that so?” the Matron smiled at the Golden Demon. She did not need to see his face to figure out the aspects of his characteristics, the way he stood, spoke and even inclined his head to the side were the things that spoke for themselves. She loved reading people and that was what made deception even more fun. Not many expected her to know or read details of themselves before it was far too late.
She touched her crimson lips with the tips of her fingers and tapped them gently:
“Is that why you approached me? To point out you can see me through? Oh, please, do indulge me more! What am I to you? How do You, out of all people, manage to gaze through the deception I lay upon other mortals! Did your friends show you any other tricks?”
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