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halfway between the stars and the earth. // isola affiliated soraka of league of legends, as penned by eden. please read rules and app before interacting.

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dawncrests‌:

Snapped out of her wandering thoughts by the gentle and concerned words of a stranger, Edelgard directed her attention away from the towering church. It was both beautiful and uncomfortably familiar; perhaps it was no Garreg Mach, but the princess found herself captivated by its towering architecture and magnificent stained glass regardless.

In truth, she was more curious about how the church functioned in Spirale. This was not the only church she had come across within Archimedes; it was simply the most impressive and formidable as far as she could tell. And as she attempted to come to understand this city, it was perhaps unsurprising that she of all people fixated on this subject in particular.

“Yes, I’m alright,” she said, offering a smile to this kind stranger. “I apologize if I caused you any concern.” 

“I am just sightseeing, for now. Are you a regular visitor of this church?” Edelgard wondered what purpose a centralized place of worship would serve to a population composed of countless differing beliefs. Did this place truly have its own faith? She supposed Spirale did have native residents — though she hadn’t quite figured out how they differed from people such as her.

❝ ah, good, ❞ she says, glad to hear nothing is amiss. ❝ there’s no need to apologize. ❞

soraka has not taken the time to learn the particulars of the city’s faith, merely using the church grounds as a way to observe the faithful. prayer and rituals dedicated to higher powers again prove themselves commonplace in mortal cultures, even those of such a far-removed plane of space.

she can’t help but wonder how the island’s native citizens feel about the ever-changing population of people from other worlds. do they find it inconvenient? are they angry? do they have an opinion at all?

❝ i visit frequently, yes, but i am not a practitioner. i am merely watching. the amount of people that come and go from here over the course of a day is truly something to behold. ❞

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rexerrat‌:

{ 👑 } KIND, TOO KIND FOR WHAT HE deserves, and his body tenses up, like a deer in the face of a hunter. Foolish, of course, for she’s no hunter, but his tongue tied mouth cares little about such things. THANKFULNESS comes easier without words attached, though the smile of relief that pets his lips seems more a grimace if anything else. Foolish villain that you are!

❝THAT IS SATISFACTORY,❞ HE SAYS AFTER a long pause. Tongue wetting lip, voice raspy and hard. ❝My staff – it can’t heal myself. Isn’t that RIDICULOUS?❞

NOT THAT IT MATTERS MUCH, HE’D use it recklessly and without abandon if he could turn it upon himself. Pull himself to the brink of death over … and over again …

soraka is patient. she nods at his affirmation, and unrolls a length of bandage to bind the wound. with any luck, it wouldn’t reopen. upon finishing, soraka rights herself and stands, returning the bandages to her pack.

❝ yes, i suppose that is a bit unfortunate. ❞

the starchild decides to spare him the lecture about why helping others is more important that healing oneself; he doesn’t appear to be the type that would share her stance. she’s quite incapable of healing herself unless she harms someone or expends a great deal of energy.

❝ can you carry yourself better? if you can continue, be it with or without me near to balance you, perhaps we can find your fountain. ❞

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riteofdawn‌:

mollymauk gives an ostentatious bow, making sure the piercings in his horns jingle as he does so.

❝ thank you, my dear! i am rather proud of the work i put into them. or, i suppose the work i asked other people to do to them. no way i’m trusting myself to drill holes into these bones protruding from my head. ❞

he continues, putting a hand on his hip and waving the other in circles as if to wave off the complications of his own species. ❝ and believe me, i get having a complicated bloodline. bit of a given for my kind, too. were i’m from we have people we call celestial too, and i’m basically the opposite. the infernal opposite. ❞

he’s getting long-winded and he knows it, but it’s rare for him to find someone who didn’t seem like they would be caught off-guard by the details of his existence.

he draws a laugh from soraka rather easily. she has not known many showmen, but any to come now have quite a standard to surpass. 

❝ oh no, that would be dangerous. best to leave it to those that know the craft. the result is wonderful, you have a right to be proud. ❞

well... hers is not so much an issue of bloodline, but the full story would take far too long to tell, and it is not a happy one. this is supposed to be a time for celebration, after all.

❝you are mortal, though, yes? ❞ she asks, with genuine curiosity. ❝ are both the celestial and infernal races mortal in your world? ❞

the idea is new to soraka; both the celestials and the demons of runeterra are more unreachable entities than people you can have a conversation with. it’s part of the reason she shed her place among the stars.

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✧ @dawncrests

soraka is fond of people-watching. she’d forsaken the view from the heavens in favor of walking among mortals, and there is not a day that passes where she regrets it. she knows she made the right choice. 

the entry of the church of onoma is one of the better places to engage in her hobby. many people filter in and out over the course of a day, and even more prefer to simply linger on the outside grounds. whether they come to practice their faith or to admire the architecture, it is all of interest to the starchild. 

from a bench along the footpath she spots a girl. she’s looking up at the rose window, but from a glance soraka can tell that her thoughts are somewhere else entirely.

❝ hello? are you all right? ❞

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rexerrat‌:

{ 👑 } HER KINDNESS BRINGS ABOUT AN UNCOMFORTABLE swell of emotions. Partially, a desire to gag and groan, and partially a strange thankful warmth.

❝I …❞ HESITATION NOT BOTHERED TO BE held back; pride has already been lost the moment she saw him. As pain shoots up his leg once more, he sighs, shrugs it off, and hangs his head low. ❝Well, I SUPPOSE you’re right. F-fine. Give it a look.❞

TRY AS HE MIGHT TO SWALLOW the little bit of dignity that’s left, he feels the lump rest still in his throat. SHARP red eyes flicker over her. If he’s to find a way out of here, he’d best live with help.

❝ very well. i will be quick. ❞

soraka crouches down to assess the wound on the man’s leg. the blood appears to have stopped on its own, thankfully, external injury proven to be minor. the flesh is obviously still inflamed and tender. she is careful not to touch it. the starchild wonders if he has difficulty walking due to an accompanying sprain.

she reaches into her bag, and produces a bandage roll.

❝ there is not much i can do to help your gait at the moment besides offer a shoulder to keep you steady while we walk. i can bandage the cut, however, in case it begins to bleed again. is that alright? ❞

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riteofdawn‌:

of all the new technology molly had been experiencing as of late, the way music had changed was the most staggering. there were so many new types of instruments he had never even heard of, and the style varied so much he would be hard-pressed to find a genre he could even label as a favorite. all of it fascinated him.

and a festival like this was perfect for meeting new people, something only helped by the fact that mollymauk tealeaf stood out like a blaring neon sign no matter where he went. and he accepts every compliment on that, including this one, with a sharp-toothed grin and a sweeping bow.

❝ why, thank you! i love your— ❞ glancing up, he’s met with the equally purple skin, the hooves, the horn, and his grin only grows wider. ❝ well, all of it. it almost feels rude to ask, but what are you? surely not another tiefling. ❞

❝ oh, no, it isn’t rude at all! and you are very welcome, ❞ she says, an earnest nod punctuating her words.

soraka is similarly used to standing out, especially on runeterra; no one looks quite like her. she smiles warmly, her new companion’s energy proving to be somewhat infectious.

❝ i’ve never heard the word tiefling before, so i presume not. i was a celestial, and i came to the mortal realm ages ago to aid people wherever i can. it is a bit complicated, forgive me. ❞

the starchild sways a bit to the rhythm of the music, trying not to think too long on the siblings that cannot find it within themselves to sympathize with the mortal plight. the loss is theirs, and she’s grown so much.

❝ it is amazing that we share similar features, though — your horns are certainly the more impressive ones. ❞

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@riteofdawn

the usually-calm confines of the fox village have been transformed to accommodate an energetic music festival, and it brings soraka joy to see so many people drawn together over the course of the celebration. the whole city seems alight with activity now.

she doesn’t make any dedicated investigation into the day’s lineup of musicians, happy to simply take her place among the audience and enjoy each act as they come out.

a rather loud flash of multicolored fabric in her periphery draws her eye away from the current performance and toward the source: a unique looking individual covered toe to tip in visual noise — jewelry, tattoos, an impressive ensemble of patterned clothes. the sight immediately brings a smile to her face.

❝ excuse me, ❞ soraka says, loud enough that he may hear her over the current performers. ❝ i love your coat! ❞

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rexerrat‌:

{ 👑 } HE DIDN’T NOTICE HER AT FIRST; most like because she seems to have a talent for blending in with the constellations and inky darkness and moonlight. Head swivels around with a SHARP snap; he’s not angry, hateful, disgusted by her presence — — but merely akin to a fearful wild animal. One who could not limp away from a predator even if he tried his BEST.

EYES LIFT, CHIN AS WELL, AND despite the red, hot trickle down his leg, he almost seems a proper king. At first, PRIDE placed before reason, he almost, just nearly tells her off, but the bottom of his foot catches a pebble – ❝Ow, shit … ❞ That plan can only be thrown out the window now.

❝I KNOW THE FEELING. I CAN heal, but not myself -— a bit of a joke, that one.❞ And he laughs, a quiet, RASPY sound, utterly sardonic in quality. ❝I hear that there’s springs here that can do the trick; just haven’t the faintest idea where any of them are.❞

❝ still more than i’m capable of at the moment — besides, it is a good thing. being able to help others, i mean. ❞ 

the way the man tries to carry himself despite his injury is amusing to soraka. he obviously thinks highly of himself, or has some kind of image to maintain. there is no shame in asking for help, but she doesn’t intend to lecture him.

❝ we could search for these springs, if you would like; it may not be wise to keep weight on that leg for too long, however. may i see the wound? ❞

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thesurviiivor‌:

This creature sounded much like that iterator. What was her name? Looks to the Moon? She called her self Big Sister Moon. Would this be what she’d be if not stuck in that room? The Survivor took the rock back, carefully inspecting it and then looking back at Soraka. Hesitation made them survive but they didn’t sense any danger from this one. 

For safe keeping– and no longer dropping it– the slugcat swallowed their rock and dropped from the sign’s pole to stand directly in front of the taller creature! Staring up at her in a way that would tell her that yes, they understood. Perhaps the strange glowing square that flickered above their head meant something.

❝ are you hungry? ❞

soraka offers a hand to the creature, but leaves distance. she doesn’t want to cross its boundaries by petting it. it’s quite the unique little thing.

❝ we could find you something to eat. there are plenty of places here. ❞

she has to hope that they’ll let it inside, wherever they go; she’s not sure if slugcats fall under restaurant policies that bar animal entry.

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skillxhunter‌:

These creatures no matter how strong they were didn’t last long to the Sun and Moon signs he placed on them. His strength and speed had been returned to him which was useful avoiding the more dangerous monsters that roamed these streets and occasionally the sky. Those who got in his way simply… Blew up. He was on a mission to look for someone out of curiosity rather than intending to help those who were stuck on this island like he was. Chrollo would avoid the bigger monsters, figuring other people would deal with them.

He cared very little.

Until the very large, very worm shaped monster quite literally rose from the depths. It happened in his way and he watched it briefly, wondering if it would be quicker to go through it– literally, or just go around. The extras that erupted from the ground gave him really only one option. Perhaps he could shrink it, store it away for later, but at what consequence and could he really capture something of this magnitude? He could find out but that meant time. If this was temporary well…

“Going through it, it is then,” he said out loud, to no one in particular as he advanced on the creature, jumping out of the way of it’s attacks that made it… Difficult to get close enough to for Sun and Moon to take effect. Were the… Slightly smaller worm shaped thing apart of the creature? The size and colors told him it could be or it was just a nest. The big guy in the center commanding smaller ones. He slapped his hand against one (what he assumed a mawed tentacle) like he leap frogged over it, slapping his hands together as it exploded with the impact of a crate of dynamite. It would cause the ground to tremble and the larger creature in the center just made an outraged roar.

Huh… Guess it just had many mouths then. Take out the more annoying bits before closing in on the big thing itself then. Chrollo smiled. He really did enjoy a plan.

she sees the explosion before she hears it, but soon enough the sound of it competes with the noise of the anguished beast. it thrashes about and winds back to spit acid, but soraka arrives in time to silence it before it can do so. a rift to the stars opens at the baron’s base, and the corrosive stream is halted.

this stranger has proven himself quite powerful over the span of mere seconds, but the starchild hails other nearby warriors to aid in the fight; the two of them were not likely to defeat it alone.

❝ you there, ❞ she says quickly, addressing the man before the beast can prepare its next attack. ❝ you must be careful — most of it is still below ground. i cannot know how it will strike, or from where. ❞

it must have more than teeth and spittle to worry about; voidlings always do. some unknown property.

the rift closes, and the creature is no longer limited.

❝ please, shield your eyes for a moment. ❞

soraka calls upon the fantasia magic gifted her, and amplifies it with her own. a flash of impressive size is created, holy power damaging the baron as the bright light disorients it. she hopes it is enough to provide an opening for the others.

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@skillxhunter // fantasia war raid battle.

the island has provided its guests with yet another catastrophe, though this one is taking place on a far grander scale than any that came before. soraka is grateful to the winged woman, that she may yet be of some aid to others. her powers are returned, and at once her veins are alight with the familiar celestial burn.

years after giving up her place among the stars, it still seems as though her mortal flesh has not grown accustomed to the feeling of her magic.

despite her general prowess, soraka performs best when she can help another combatant. she dislikes violence, but it’s evident that in order for the most people to survive, she has to act.

as the battle spreads, she puts her experience in the ionian rebellion to good use. falling stars zone smaller monsters into the waiting blades and spells of others as she provides healing to the front line. as she draws away, she directs them to seek her out should they require further assistance. they clear her a path. she continues.

and then the ground begins to shake.

larger creatures have started to appear, but one towers above most; a great spike-laden beast with three maws and a purple sheen has burst forth from the earth, causing smaller monsters to scatter. it resembles the tales told of void beasts, and it is undoubtedly very dangerous. after an unnatural shriek announces its arrival to the battlefield, it begins attacking anyone and anything around it in its rage.

soraka doesn’t hesitate to run to those fighting it to offer her support; the sooner the monster is felled, the better.

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rexerrat‌:

@lumensis oo1. / s.c.

{ 👑 } IT WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT, if it weren’t for the heavy limp in his leg. Lights brilliant and overwhelming, a CARESS of twinkling pricks in the sky, a scent of pine curling around his sharp, pointed nose. The pain is overwhelming, but at least the mist which strokes his cheek is pleasant and loving, like a loyal companion. Perhaps if it weren’t for the injury, hurt lancing up his leg with every step, he’d find interest in the strange and OTHERWORLDLY QUALITIES possessed by the Mistwood.

INSTEAD, HE’S SIMPLY CURSING HIS OWN horrible luck as he stumbles about not dissimilar to a drunken man.

ONCE THE IRRITATION OF THE INJURY wears off, he’d perhaps CONCEDE to the foolishness of greed, but until that moment arrives, he crawls along, cursing luck and cursing the foul beast that desired to overtake him. He heard that in this wood there was a well of water that grants life, that heals wounds, but instead, he finds naught but trees —- a VERITABLE SCENE of green and brown looking from the mist.

❝WHAT A BLOODY PAIN IN MY ass –❞

away from the lights of the greater city, yesteryear and the mistwood provide the most generous view of the stars. soraka normally isn’t one to pay much mind to more fantastical rumors, but she can still sense the more mystical potential of the forest.

the dense air itself seems to shift in order to accommodate the starchild’s presence, and she is grateful. perhaps the stories have some merit.

the sound of unsteady steps through the undergrowth draws her gaze away from the night sky, and the disgruntled voice more than clarifies the source. soraka turns and sees a man trying to make his way on an injured leg, and concern softens what would have been a defensive response.

❝ hello, ❞ she greets, hoping not to startle the stranger. ❝ do you need help? would that i could heal you myself, but that ability has been taken from me. ❞

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@lordspeaker // fantasia war pt 1

again the city undergoes an upheaval, the disappearance of the monster in the eclipse giving way to warring kingdoms. soraka has little interest in the conflict or their borders, intent on helping those she can before the creature returns.

she hasn’t changed in appearance, but she’s seen others who have. the island’s inhabitants — regardless of affiliation — have become quite fantastical, many resembling what she has seen of ionia’s vastayan tribes.

chief among her worries is determining the well-being of her friends, though she knows they are more than capable of handling themselves. the knowledge alone would put her at ease, so she uses the remainder of her phone charge to filter through her contacts and make calls.

soraka dials aymeric first. after a moment of silence, she thinks perhaps his phone has already died, but then it starts ringing. the starchild perks up further when he answers.

❝ aymeric, hello! are you well? ❞ she pauses.  ❝ this is... truly something, isn’t it? ❞

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@coluberfoxii

soraka had been feeling off lately. nothing that she thinks she can’t fix with a bit of effort, mind you, but she does notice the heaviness in her limbs. the exhaustion at her core. the kind of sadness that comes along with being denied the ability to do much of what she does best.

so she’s retreated to the beach for some contemplation and time to relax.

this, however, comes to an abrupt end when her ear picks up the sound of paws bounding toward her across the sand, a man’s yell in the distance. the dog is large, but courteous enough not to take her to the ground despite its excitement.

❝ well hello, ❞ she says, the hound’s playful energy bringing a smile to her face. she takes its leash in one hand and kneels down to pet it with the other. ❝ you are just wonderful, aren’t you? ❞ soraka asks it, and, as if in response, it gives an eager bark.

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for the duration of THE FANTASIA WAR event, soraka will stay herself and will be aligned with the kingdom of airaisal. already exhibiting physical traits similar to beastfolk, the people are accepting of her. 

she is thrilled to be able to heal people in some capacity, and will aid in any recovery efforts, even going as far as to cross borders to do so.

spells that soraka will have as per the spell list are as follows:

HEAL

RESTORE

BLESSING

ECLIPSE

SILENCE

SLEEP

LIGHT

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mellifluencex‌:

“I can get that; wanting to know why I mean. But honestly, I started feeling a lot less stressed when I stopped questioning every moment. They brought me here, they could send me a way; there’s not really a whole lot I can do about it.”

Nami paused while she was gathering, and her brow furrowed slightly “I guess that must sound a little defeatist, right? I guess I’ve been here too long.” She laughed, but to anyone who knew her it would sound slightly forced.

“Weeeelll.. It’s not so much something I want to know, as something thing I want to ask.” The marai took a bit of a breath, looking from the sand back up to Soraka.

“I’m getting married! Would you like to come? It’s going to be a pretty small thing, but it’d make me super happy if you were there.”

❝ i suppose that is true, ❞ she says. ❝ people do come and go all the time. that eases some of my worries, but not all of them. ❞ 

soraka sighs. perhaps her concern is too great; if she is to be kept here as long as nami has been, she may as well redirect more of her focus to helping others. the starchild crouches down to pick at more shells in the sand.

❝ it doesn’t sound overly defeatist to me. i think it’s a wise outlook. there is no fault in being a bit homesick, though. ❞

her ears perk up at nami’s announcement; the marai had found love!

❝ oh, nami, of course i would — that is wonderful news! i’m so happy for you. do you have a day set yet? ❞