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[[I cleaned out my drafts and fixed up my links and I just wanted to let it be known that this blog is going to be used as an indie rp blog from now on~
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Sleep headcanon:
Since he’s dead, he doesn’t need sleep. However, when he was still living; he would not sleep very often— laying down for rest sometime after midnight and waking just before sunrise. It wasn’t a personal choice, he was one of the few jailers who could stand such a schedule. Perhaps his lack of decent sleep was part of what lead him to crack and go insane.
Genderbent headcanon:
I like to believe she would remain physically the same, perhaps with a slightly slimmer physique.
Sex headcanon:
Dead men don’t get to have sex. Though I doubt he had any interest in it in the first place.
Cooking headcanon:
He was a pretty decent cook when he was living, he rather liked the taste of fancy and well prepared foods— but he didn’t have anyone to prepare them for him, so he took it upon himself to teach himself.
Drinking/drunk headcanon:
He had a habit of drinking on the job while he was living, whatever he could get his hands on at the time. It helped to pass the time before he lost his mind.
He was an emotionally unstable drunk; anything could cause him to either burst into a sobbing mess or become extremely violent.
Back to the Isles
Ohhh the one thing Karthus hated more than being interupted from his singing.. and that was people TOUCHING HIM. In one fluid motion, The deathsinger dropped his staff and held onto both sides of his book. Swinging it around as hard as he could, slamming it into the Chain Warden’s head “THRESH. You should know damned well that I hate being interupted during a song.. MUCH LESS TOUCHED” he barked as he continued to beat the other with his book.
Once finishing his onslaught of booky fury, Karthus picked up his staff and let out an annoyed huff at Thresh ” I came back because—.. Because..” the lich paused as he turned to look at everything around him “I dont know.. Something is calling me back here. Like I felt incomplete without it.” he sighed softly and shook his head. Turning to look back at the Warden, he lifted a bony brow “..How are you anyways? I see time hasn’t changed you. You are still as ugly as I remembered you”
He should have seen it coming, he knew full well the repercussions of interrupting the Lich-- but he was nothing less than entertained at the reaction. Karthus had hit him with such force that it nearly knocked the wraith from his own body. "I know, I know very well..." Thresh sneered once the attack had finished; he straightened himself out, his head too-- which had been turned at an odd angle thanks to the other's onslaught.
"I see, I understand precisely what you mean," he hummed, annoyance fading as his tone returned to as it was previously. "Aren't you a charmer..." the warden crossed his arms, tapping his upper arm lightly with his fingers. "Fantastic, to answer your question. As well as a dead man can be-- and what of yourself?"
The last sound that you'll hear.
The back of her head smacked into the stone wall as her eyes went wide as he touched her. Instinctively she smack his hand away succeeding not only hurting her hand but scratching her self across the cheek with his own claws, lucky, she almost catching an eye.
“This was a mistake,” she said trying to inch along the wall, trying to get away from him, and closer to the door. She had been a fool, had reasoned herself out of safety…again, the last time…had cost her her sight. “I won’t be summoning you again…” Her voice wavered as she tried again to get away.
"Don't be rude," he hissed, reacting quickly as she moved, "we aren't finished here." He threw his sickle towards her, catching and slinging the chain connected to it around her thin frame. Yanking hard on the chain, he pulled her in close and wrapped an arm around her; placing his hand firmly on the small of her back. "Much better... now, what's this about not summoning me again? Whatever did I do wrong?"
Back to the Isles
Aquiring a ship was simple for the deathsinger. A few chords and a sharp tongue won him the minds of the captain and crew to drag this angry lich upon their ship. Sailing along, karthus stood at the bow of a ship, stared out to horizon ahead of him. Only he knew where they were going, where he was leading these men and their ship, The Shadow Isles.
It had been so many years since karthus had last stepped foot into the isle. The first time he went in, he was alive.. And when he left he was one of the most powerful liches to exist. But something was drawing him back to this dark place, this home for the dead. Maybe he had some odd attachment to it? Or maybe his soul cried for the feeling the Isles gave him. Either way, he needed to go.
Finally after hours of sailing, he made it to his destination. Exiting the boat and wandering off onto its land. While he walked, he broke the trance like hold he had on the ship and its inhabitants. He wanted to be here for a while, so it didnt matter to him if they left or not. Taking a deep, empty, breath Karthus walked along an old path he once took while trying to find his enlightenment.
In the back of the Lich’s mind though, something tugged at it, like he felt like he was being watched by someone, something. Trying not to let it bother him, he just continued on his way, singing out his dirges and his Hymns to himself as he wandered
The Isles had a strange allure to them that often drew the undead back to them—once you had paid your initial visit, you were bound to the shores whether it by your own will or against it. It was no surprise that Thresh would have returned, and even less of a surprise to him when he caught a glimpse of the Lich in his peripheral. Even years could not snuff the desire to return, it seemed.
The wraith eased towards the other and hovered behind him momentarily. “Well, well… what have we here?” he started, making his presence known to the Deathsinger if it hadn’t been obvious before. An armored hand reached out and rested upon his shoulder, digging slightly into the smooth fabric of his stole as he allowed his feet to touch the ground—living or dead, Thresh refused to honor anyone’s personal space. “What brings you back after so long?”
The last sound that you'll hear.
She jumped back, a harsh shutter ripping through her spine the milky orbs deep set in her skull going wide as the brush of sharp steel kissed her cheek, so gentle, like a blade next to your throat, the promise of the slight ever present. She quickly backs away her fear getting the better of her…’shit’ she though when she realized he was between her and the door. She strained to hear, the chains the tall tale sign of his presence. Her breathing was heavy, already starting to mist over in white puffs, for once she was thankful for the thick fabric of her robes. She clenched her jaw hard as she tried to rope in her emotions, she was a summoner, he was a champion, he knew the rules, he knew the consequences…she hoped.
Her senses were straining, the shifting light scraping across her skin, the chains echoing off the walls, the chill that ran up her legs. The cold sweat that started to prickle the back of her neck, fear. “I try to make my appointments…regardless of time.” she tired to sound in control, she felt small in that forever large room..how big did it feel the her…. Six feet deep three feet wide seven feet long…
Oh, this was going to be fun.
He was well aware of the consequences that would come from harming a summoner, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find some sort of gratification in watching her writhe. “What’s the matter, Darling?” he snickered, mirroring her steps—gaining on every inch she put between them, “do I scare you?” This was a rare treat, the terror coursing through her sent shivers of delight through his form; the wispy flames of his anatomy flickering wildly as a result.
“Let’s chat… that’s what you wanted, right?” He cooed as cool metallic fingers found her face again, stroking her cheek and easing into her hair.
Laissez les bons temps rouler!
‘Would this be considered a date?’ The thought made him pause halfway at pulling on his tunic. He had asked Thresh to the carnival and his proposal had been accepted. Yes then, this was a date. Considering how their relationship consisted of either meeting in the library, in his apartment, or on the fields it was a nice change of pace to be going out together. The two would be meeting at the fair grounds entrance, summoners having agreed to create a temporary teleportation platform for staff and champions.
This was what the living considered a date. How peculiar the idea was; that someone would want to waste their idle time with such frivolous things. Thresh stood at the entrance, gazing about the city of Zaun—a carnival in such a place seemed almost wrong. The thought elicited a snicker from the warden as he continued on the train of thought, wondering what sort of ulterior motive was at work. Or at least he wanted to think there was something suspicious behind it all—it made things interesting; more interesting than waiting, anyway.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, casting a curious gaze towards couples and fellow champions who came and passed as he waited. How long had he been waiting now? He couldn’t tell, nor did he really care. Nasus would show, and if not… Thresh could just go and find some other way to entertain himself.
The last sound that you'll hear.
One of the duties, while she was at the Institute, that Ronyo was privy too was the general meeting of the Champions, though many summoners bypassed this, Ronyo was keen to keep up with the old tradition, feeling that understanding your champion outside of the fields bettered your chances on them. Normally she used champions with…biology, disliking the cold feeling of those that have…in all sense of life, left his world. However, today was different, she left her office fully knowing she was in for …a rough few hours. Dawning her normal Summing robes she made her way the the belly of the Institute, cut off and cold from the rest of the structure it was rare for Summoners to venture down here, and rarer still for champions to be seen. With an apprehensive swallowing of air and fear she pushes the door open to a small side room off the main hall. A chill ran down her spine as she encountered the presence of the undead. Her arms crossed holding herself as her ears adjusted to the rattling. “Evening…” Her voice was thin trying fruitlessly to hide her unease.
Thresh would often watch in enjoyment as champions and summoners alike walked off with cuts, bruises, and in the case of the latter, headaches after long matches such as the one he had just finished—how he envied them almost for being able to feel such delightful agony. Victory, defeat... it was all the same in the end for him, unfortunately. The champions of the previous match had dispersed, going off to tend to themselves or in some other cases prepare for yet another round and that left the Warden with little left on his to-do list for the day except meet up with a summoner who had expressed interest in speaking with him.
They had planned to meet deep within the institute, a place the Warden had yet to see himself. From what he gathered, not even summoners frequented the set point of rendezvous. Regardless, he found himself early; Ronyo nowhere in sight. He gazed about the area, humming a soft tune he had heard somewhere once before as he waited with all the patience of a man who cared little for time.
After some time, he heard a door nearby open, followed by a meek greeting from a familiar voice. “Ah… greetings, Summoner,” the wraith murmured with a hint of sickening sweetness in his tone. “About time you showed your face,” in mere seconds he was upon her, pinching her cheek gently (if you could even call it that), “I was beginning to think you weren't coming.”
Chibi Thresh by ~nyaruko
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This is important, and relevant to Thresh only; so rather than posting it to my sideblog, I'm posting it here for all to see.
Thresh Crossing the Alps by ~inkinesss
“I… did not mean to imply that you had to make a choice of only one person to go with.” The pouting in Thresh’s voice made him feel guilty but that he would still choose to go made him happy. It was an irritating conflict of emotions.
"So you didn't ask to have me to yourself?" He was simply teasing, tossing his arms around the curator's neck. "Whatever the case, I've chosen you to escort me-- do not disappoint me."
“You are free to choose who you wish to go with of course.”
"Why must I only have one? I rather do enjoy company," something much like a pout was clear in his voice. "Though if I am only to accompany one individual..." he thought for a moment before leaning towards the curator, "perhaps it should be you."
“Oh my— two requests? Whoever shall I choose…”
“I’d be more fitting.”
"Does that make you a third~? My, my... I'm so popular today," the warden cackles.
"Oh my-- two requests? Whoever shall I choose..."
A Lesson on Torment [Zed]
Two hours precisely.
Thresh didn't seem to be the type bound by the numbers on a clock, and yet he was always on time-- whether anyone else was or not. He stood idly, swinging his lantern back and forth in the darkness as he waited for his pupil to meet up with him. How many subjects would Zed bring him? That was the only question he really had as he waited. He didn't care what the other's motives were, nor did he care who he brought him... just how many, and how many ways he could think of to break them.
He cackled to himself, gazing into the light of the lantern-- nearly shuddering at the thought of how many more souls he'd be able to collect tonight.
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