Vagrancy

[raticide-maniac]

fortisventi is now following you.

—Stop that wind blowing on this insant! I swear I’ll put a bolt in between your head…whichever of those two ones it is!-the rat shrieked confusing yasuo’s ponytail with a second head.

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

    At first the exile wanted to retaliate by refusing to head the rat's meaningless demands. Until her realized that the wind he was creating was just amplifying the god awful smell of the bipedal rodent. Clenching his nose and sheathing his sword, he agreed with the rat.

    "Yeah, yeah I'm done - but can you please take a god damn bath or something?"

[quinscea]

  † — A cold chuckle escaped from the exile. There was no denying it after all. The last thing she wanted was to run into this…man.

Sighing quietly to herself, she stood tall. Riven nodded, listening carefully to his bold, however true, statements. She promised herself to watch her actions, thoughts, and anything else she was capable of. After all, that just adds to her burdens. The past cannot be undone.

"You must know a lot then, Yasuo."

Eugh. His name was poison on her tongue.

[fortisventi-blog]

   ⇀ 神風 ↼

    "You could say that."

    The swordsman kept cautious, poised to make a move if the exile dared to show any sign of aggression or intent to kill. Hand hovering over the metallic hilt of his blade, he narrowed his sight on the ivory haired woman. Of all people it was truly humorous how she was the one to cross his path - however neither obviously found it very funny at the moment.

    "So were both swordsman here - mind explaining where you learned that fancy technique of yours?"

[mike-the-pikachu-blog]

Since it's halloween, reblog if your ask box will be open for trick or treaters

[fortisventi-blog]

HC

Send me ‘HC’ and I will write a headcanon about my muse.

Yasuo and Yone both played the flute when they were younger. Yone was a lot better than Yasuo considering he never practiced and only played when his brother insisted they perform in town. After Yasuo left the  village he was more concerned on staying alive and keeping in shape to fight off assassins instead of playing the flute. When he fought and killed his brother he began to play the flute again to remind him of the happier times when they'd perform together - and as a way to remember Yone.

[purplebuddhaproject]

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.

Lao Tzu (via purplebuddhaproject)

[themillslife]

Send me 'HC' and I will write a headcanon about my muse.

[kaz-i-can-blog]

"Expect the same from me in return." she added with a short glance. "I will walk in front, so follow me. If you begin trailing too close, I will break you." She stated, eyes cast over her shoulder as she began to walk East, perpendicular to the way the large-haired swordsman was going before.

She walked in silence a moment, before thinking she may be taking the long way around. “What is your destination, exactly, swordsman?” she asked, turning around to face him.

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

    Yasuo followed her, remembering to keep his distance in order to avoid an unnecessary conflict. He wasn't exactly in peak physical condition at the moment considering he'd been wandering through the more rural areas of the continent. Feels like ages since he'd seen the last tavern.

    "Wherever the closest bar is, it's been days since I've had a drink." He said, keeping his eyes on the woman. 

[little-miss-death-rocket-deacti]

 —χ→ Jinx yawned and  scratched the back of her head full of blue hair, clearly showing her apathy. Does everyone have to be so serious and mundane? 

“Excuuuse me, Paintbrush Head, but the same goes right back to ya! Without your lame and probably rusty sword, you’d just be a really sad drunk who talks crazy about the wind! And trust me, I’ve seen a few of those..”

Ah, that was an idea. Doing what she did best— Rambling. With or without purpose, X continued on. 

"I mean, have you seen those types of people? Or maybe it was just you.. You just don’t wanna be one of those! You should be a really sad drunk who talks crazy about the wind with a rocket launcher!”

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

     "There's more to a swordsman than just his sword. Can't say the same about a...whatever you are." He said looking her over. What would he consider her. A gunner? A terrorist? A brat? Probably a combination of the three, especially the latter.

     The swordsman stood up, leaving the depleted flask on the table. Upon standing up one could truly see the man's aura. Around him was a field of grief and regret - but also a tinge of serenity. He was no doubt the most placid looking alcoholic she'd laid eyes on. Despite his halcyon disposition he appeared battered; definitely the look of a drifter. Odor wise a slight aroma of alcohol lingered around him.

     "Why would I have any need for a rocket launcher? It's heavy, loud, and most of all ugly - no wonder why you like it." 

[kaz-i-can-blog]

"I cannot allow you to pass this way. If you’d allow me, I can direct you to a separate path up the mountain. But beyond this grove of trees is the last safe haven for me, and my deity. Will you follow me, or must I force you to turn back?" she asked, not a hint of overconfidence or anger in her voice, as it remained flat and tired. Her exhausted body was still resting from her training session, which hadn’t been going so well….

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

     The swordsman gave the strange woman a look of distrust. It did sound kind of odd that she was making him change his course, especially in the name of some deity or whatever. Yasuo didn't much care for any of that religious cult stuff, but regardless he understood the idea of a spot being sacred. With great caution he lowered his head and sighed.

     "Sure, fine. But try and pull anything and I'll cut you down." He said resting his hand on the scabbard of his sword. 

[modelsandmma]

[quinscea]

 † — She glanced up and nodded without a hint of emotion. For just a moment she was lost in thought. She hummed quietly, collecting and forming her words before speaking. 

"Our previous engagement didn’t go so well."

She smiled faintly, forcing herself to remember.

"And I don’t expect this to go well either.”

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

     "If my suspicions are correct." He started, cutting right to the chase. Over the course of his exile he'd had time to reflect on the fateful day of his accusation. On how the elder was killed, the technique - information revealed to him by his late brother. Through observation and hearsay he had his suspicions, though it was nothing to throw his blade at - yet. 

     "Then the battlefield was not the only place where I've observed your work." He said, with an incriminating tone. He had his doubts about this but the evidence did seem quite compelling. Nonetheless, it never hurt to investigate. 

[the-alchemist-of-dark-deactivat]

When Fiddlesticks isn’t home

ask-latrice-the-little-scarecrow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DOqGQgQbKk

[quinscea]

 † — “I..” Refusing to make eye contact, the exile shrugged. Her heart began to sink slowly.

"It’s been a while..Yasuo."

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

     "It has - a lot has changed since we last met. Not sure if that's a good thing or not." He said, hiding his expression behind the collar of his vestments. 

[anarchyreign-a]

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[fortisventi-blog]

really love it how me and a few friends come back into this rp community only to recieve massive BM about something that's not even true. not to mention it was approached in one of the most immature ways. If you think something is stolen or wrong go kindly ask the person, chances are it's a coincidence. 

can't we all be nice to each other or no?

[kaz-i-can-blog]

fortisventi started following you

"The one Lone Wanderer finally wanders to Targon. What do you want, Ionian, or are you too drunk to recognize where you are? You are on hallowed ground, and I suggest you go no further."

fortisventi

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

    "I'm just wandering through - let me pass and there won't be any problems."

[dominusumbrarum]

fortisventi started following you

[dominusumbrarum]

"Such an esteemed samurai, wandering around with little to his name but his sword and his sins.” A chuckle, “How far you’ve fallen.”

Ah, now here was a man whose reputation far exceeded him. Zed had never met Yasuo before, but news of the samurai’s betrayal was one that echoed deep within Ionian ground. Personally, he cared little for it; what his nation’s swordsmen did were of no interest to him, and if anything, he was merely curious behind the motivations that drove Yasuo to turn on his heel and slay the very master that taught him. (How laughable—how familiar.)

[fortisventi-blog]

    ⇀ 神風 ↼

     The swordsman gave Zed a stern look, a disposition that screamed 'what the hell do you want?' For some reason it seemed as though the more trenchant characters of Runeterra just could not leave him alone.

     "Strange, I could say the same for you."

     He said with a slight smile. Likewise, Yasuo had only heard tales of Zed. His betrayal was, and still continues to be, a massive controversy for the entirety of Ionia. Whether his plight for knowledge and strength was justified and whether said pursuit of knowledge was upsetting the natural balance of the country. Though this wasn't the concern of the exile anymore, the Ionian nation had abandoned him long ago.