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@malzofthevoidcult
OOC Dropping Malzahar
With the group expanding so quickly and rules now stating 3 characters max I was over that limit with 4. Thought it might be unfair if I kept them all just because the group was smaller when I started. Apologies to all those I owe replies to here, will try and make it up to you all on the other muses! TL;DR - Malzahar is available.
OPEN RP - Whatâs a Good Book?
The Pridestalker has many hobbies. Hunting, sleeping, eating, taking siestas, and such. Reading however, was something Rengar needed to improve. Teaching is all time filling and all, but sometimes its not enough to occupy a personâs mind.Â
Wandering the library, Rengar was in a midst a forest of stories, but what story would most captivate the hunter.Â
Malzahar had been spending a good deal of time in the library, there were a myriad of religions on this world and he was doing his best to be thorough in his research. He spotted a figure this day though that was a completely new sight in the library. The pridestalker himself, well well. this was a turn up for the books - as it were. Heâd become a bit of an expert in the library index lately so he approached Rengar to offer his assistance.
Malzahar was already at his desk, reading a text from a religion of this world. The messages within had been very stirring but too much contradiction had already written it off as a potential truth. Nevermind, he scratched through the name of the work on a long list.
Beeep boopWhatâs this? You awake to find your computer screen aglow, but who could be messaging you at this time of night. Scrambling out of bed you make your way over to the desk, perhaps knocking a shin or two on your journey, and your blurry eyes try to make out the words in the yellow glow. Interesting. He made a note of the time and place of the meet, a haunted house was not perhaps the most ideal of places to discuss eternity. Then again people were more likely to be hiding their true selves in a more ordinary setting like a restaurant, maybe this was for the best. Malzahar also felt a little personal anticipation at who he could possibly be meeting, there were many here that he would like to get to know - outside of his work.
[Malz-Vi-Lulu] Falsely Accused
âIf you donât hand it over Iâm going to have take you down the station-â Viâs voice was cut off, she had been paying little attention the otherâs face, not wishing to stare at the face of some voidling scum for too long. This had been a mistake.
A flash of purple blinded her for a moment before she felt the force knocking her back. Her years of brawling instincts kicked in and she braced herself for the impact but she knew it would still do a number on her shoulder.
She winced as she landed feeling the- Wait. Where was the pain?Â
Looking around her vision was⊠not obscured but certainly hazy. A grey mist surrounded her, a stray butterfly bouncing off her nose making her blink âwhat the fuck?â
Scrambling to her feet, the strange orb following her movements, she raised her fists. This was certainly a lot more than she had been prepared for.
The Fae sorceress giggles, floating down to the ground on her staff from atop a near by building. Upon landing, the bubble around Vi disperses with a distinct -Pop!-.
She skipped a bit closer to Vi, for fear of space aids. She knew that without the league in place to stop, everyone would be far more powerful here. Information she hoped others didnât realised and restricted their full potential unknowingly because of it.
She sneers at Malz, pulling a silly face at him right as the dragon Pix fluttered down to land on her shoulder.
Malzahar glared at the newcomer as all this unfolded. Nothing was ever simple was it. Walking around minding your own business when suddenly a gank from that brutish enforcer and this little pixie. Heâd regained control of himself now and probably just as well. Unleashed rage was fine against a single opponent but two meant that his favoured tactic of void suppression was no longer an option.
Still with the fey-girlâs shield down there might be an opening. Grimacing against the pain in his wounded arm he threw void essence at her. It would spread quickly on a vulnerable target and should at least keep her busy. -Thatâs right, call us, we are nearly here, one more, one more-
The voice distracted him for a moment and he realised heâd taken his eyes off of Vi.
[OpenRP] Malzaharâs Mission
Viâs eyes opened wide, taking in the otherâs appearance now she was no longer in âdetain modeâ. The harlem pants, the hood. It was Malza-something or other. From the.. void..
Getting to her feet she grabbed the scrawny male by the scruff of his neck, dragging him up to face her.Â
âI should have known it would be one of you!â She spat the last word like a curse. She had never been good around his kind, or those from the Shadow Isles, they were evil by nature - not the kind of hooligans she could beat some sense into that ran amok around Piltover. âNow I donât know who the hell Sithis is but in the name of the law I am arresting you for theft!â
As he was lifted bodily off his feet by the gauntleted officer Malzahar felt fear grip him, he knew he wasnât built for this and her anger was quite ferocious. Inside him though there was something else, anger, indignation, rage. The void was always closer just after he awoke and he HAD just been unconscious for a moment. ~Who WAS this, human to dare and challenge the prophet, who was SHE compared to the infinite wisdom and power of the voice~ Outwardly his eyes flashed and swirled as if through his pupils were the very stars themselves. His mask had fallen and he sneered at her. It was beneath him even to speak to this one, what law of men could have authority over the powers he served! The void channeled through him and a flash of purple sent them both hurtling apart. He felt his own flesh tear from the impact, although she had obviously felt the brunt of the blast. One of the risks of being an agent of the void was the blatant disregard for human frailty. ~Very good, nothing can stand in the way of your service to the cause, Call us forth and release us into this place.~
Blood dripped from his arm and a cut on his cheek as he got to his feet and he stood, watching Vi a few feet away waiting for her to make a move. He hoped he was ready for it.
Riven-Malzahar. A chance encounter.
âRiven is fine, because I know you well enough. My students will have to address me as Officer O'Hanlon, however. â Casually leaning against the wall, she looked up at him slightly.
âWhat exactly is your job here, Malzahar?â
âVery well, Riven.â He smiled at her, then as she leant back he considered the question. He found himself looking slightly off into the distance.
âMy task is to learn... and to teach, to those with an open mind and a strong spirit.â His eyes were alight with passion and joy at the thought of his work. âSo, Riven, tell me, you have been here a little longer than I, How are the students? Do they give you any trouble?â
OPEN RP :3
âA dream? I donât think so. I believe this is all very real. We may never know how or why we all ended up here. I just hope the person who runs this establishment knows what theyâre doing.â She chucked dryly. She was only trying to lighten things, though she supposes she should leave that up to Lux *ba dum tss*.Â
âPerhaps we should explore this place a bit. We might find other familiar faces.â Â
First lost in her own thoughts, now she was chuckling to herself about a higher power. Poor girl, sheâd never seemed at peace on the rift, maybe the shift to this place had sent her over the edge. Still it was part of the job to help those with just these sorts of needs, so he laughed politely at her joke. âI agree, I am sure we will discover, many, things as we search this placeâ
As they began to walk together, he thought it worth a shot at conversation. âSo now that weâre away from the rift, what do I call you?â
[OpenRP] Malzaharâs Mission
Viâs pulse raced, her footsteps thudding along the sidewalk as she quickened her pace. This was the most excitement sheâd had since she got here and what was it over? A petty theft. Someone stealing some pockets full of food from the local 7/11.Â
Whatever, sheâd take it.
The call had come in 5 minutes ago and she was already a good mile down the road, her eyes scanning for anyone who could fit the description. âTall, slim build, mask.â How many of those could there be roaming around this quiet town, eh?
Her gaze locked onto a shady looking figure, wrapped in purple, walking along as if he didnât have a care in the world.
Heh, not for long. buddy!
âStop, police!â She hollered, pushing herself further to close the distance between them and crash into the figure full force - sending him to the pavement. âHand it over!â
His head rang from the blow against the pavement, eyes lost focus. He lost consciousness. âWe....draw....closer........prepare...the...way...â
Malzahar opened his eyes to a fine view of an overly aggressive law enforcer pinning him to the ground. He had never enjoyed being ganked and was not about to let such behaviour pass in this new place. âWhat in the name of Sithis do you think you are doing!?â - His outrage apparent even though the womanâs weight took a lot of the force from his voice.
OPEN RP :3
The voice was highly familiar, unmistakably the voice of someone from the Void. It snapped her out of her daydreaming trance. She looked up at him, and nodded.  She was pleased to have someone to talk to. âYes, and Iâm sure thatâs how everyone ended up here. I wonder how everyone got here, and where they all are. Itâs nice to have someone to talk to, especially in such an unfamiliar environment.âÂ
Reaching up he pulled down his mask a little and smiled reassuringly.
âThis place is very strange indeed, yours is the only face I have seen yet that is familiar. I was starting to wonder if this was all a dream of some kind.âÂ
Ofcourse inside, Malzahar knew this place was real, the voiceâs presence was proof enough of that. It was important though to find out what this young warrior felt, after all she had seemed a bit lost in her thoughts when he approached her.
OPEN RP :3
Riven looked around. It wasnât familiar, but it certainly beat wandering around and having to look for sleep under the trees. Everything prior was mostly a blur, except for things she could never forget. She looked around her dorm. âWhere am IâŠ? How did I get here?â She asked herself. âPerhaps there are other champions from the league around here as well.â The Exile set off, exiting her room.
Perhaps this would be a time where sheâd find a familiar face, or at the very least, someone to talk to.
As Malzahar reached the student housing he saw a familiar figure. She had the same hunted look in her eyes that he would recognize anywhere, even without her signature shattered sword there was no mistaking Riven. âGood day, did you find yourself here after a mishap too?â Of all the souls he could have bumped into, this one was always a potential. None he had met was in as sore need of absolution. It was turning into an excellent day. â
[OpenRP] Malzaharâs Mission
It had happened again. Malzahar knew the day would come when the void spoke to him again. He had spent years honing his skills on the Rift but those who inhabited Runeterra were deaf to the teachings of the Void. Here though he stood with a fresh start. He had been given a room assignment and after a brief interview had been enrolled in the Academy as a student of religion. With a new refreshed sense of purpose Malzahar decided to take a walk around the town. The voice spoke to him as he walked. âThis place is new, this place is intriguing, this place is ripeâ A smile spread under his mask as he thought of all the good he could do here.Â
Malzahar |Â irahi
Two Voidlings done and ready to be mailed out!
I havenât drawn in months and I had new brushes to try out.Â
