Rest in Peace

"You don't have the heart for this." (League of Legends roleplay blog for the Institute of War. Message me for the independent roleplay blog. Tag purifyingbulletstorm, I watch it.)

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Yasuo looked away, studying the far wall with a slight frown. He pressed his lips tight.

"I do. An enemy to my country, and to your as well. I just…" he raised an eyebrow and drew a deep sigh. Now that he’d spoken he felt guilty trying to put this on Lucian. It wasn’t the man’s burden. "I suppose I have a choice to make, and it seems as though no matter what I do I will be making the wrong one. But… we’ve all felt this way, huh?" He smiled lopsidedly at the Purifier and shrugged. "I’m sure it will be fine in the end."

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This was cause for some small amount of concern. An enemy to himself was nothing, he had encountered this feeling before. But an enemy that was threatening his new found comrade, that was another thing entirely. "Who is this enemy? If you need my help, I'm always here." As far as your choice, well.." Lucian wasn't really religious, but he followed the gospel some and believed in a god. "Do whatever puts your heart at ease."

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"Hahah! No, I’m afraid you won’t get rid of me that easily. The thing is…" the smile faded from his face and he looked around, "I wonder what would you do if someone who was meant to be your enemy, someone like Thresh, tried to offer you… an alliance? To help you destroy an even greater enemy?" He narrowed his eyes a little in seriousness, "A much greater enemy?

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Just the mere mention of Thresh's name had his casual demeanor melt away for a split second and his golden eyes sharpened their gaze. It was momentary, a brief change in expression, caught almost instantly and tucked away, back where it belonged. "...A greater enemy..." He mulled over the thought. "...You sound like you know a much greater enemy."

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purifyingbulletstorm

Since the purifier wasn’t doing too much of anything, polishing his weapons as he usually did, Yasuo’s request could certainly be fulfilled. He secured the guns, patting himself down. “Sure. What did you need?”

"I uh…" he sat down beside the dark man, "I don’t usually do this but… I wonder if I can burden you with some" he frowned, "sensitive information."

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That phrasing had Lucian tilting his head just slightly. "...Sensitive information? Such as?" He blinked after a moment. "You aren't dying, are you?" People usually confided in others when they felt their death coming on.

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"Lucian, can I talk to you?"

Since the purifier wasn’t doing too much of anything, polishing his weapons as he usually did, Yasuo’s request could certainly be fulfilled. He secured the guns, patting himself down. “Sure. What did you need?”

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  Finding Lucian more-or-less compliant, Yasuo happily walked up to the maid as she leaned against the bar. She didn’t look busy, so he steped in and smiled. “Hello miss.” He bowed slightly, ever Ionian, and pulled his friend up behind him. “Haaave you met Lucian?” As soon as the woman’s eyes moved to Lucian Yasuo disappeared. And thus concluded his most excellent wingmanship.

Indeed, Yasuo knew no more about women or being a wingman than he did about arranging flowers. But at the moment Lucian seemed thoroughly distracted from his solitary brooding, and that was precisely what he meant to do.

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Lucian wasn't nervous, per se, just a little...rusty. It had been years since Senna's death and going out to find someone special again was almost quite literally the last thing on his mind. He wasn't good at flirting really, Senna knew that. It was part of his "charm" that she seemed to like. Never guaranteed that everyone else would like it, though.

So when this woman blinked in confusion at Yasuo's disappearance Lucian shrugged a bit. "Sorry about my friend here..." he started, scratching the back of his head. "He...had something to take care of?" The conversation was already proceeding a bit awkwardly.

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  Just to see the blood rise in the man’s face was reward enough. Yasuo laughed again, and shook his head. He didn’t think he could bear to pry any further into Lucian’s intimate life. “Hahah purifier indeed. If you’re this pure after marriage I wonder what you were like before. But enough of that, we’ve got work to do! Come, let’s meet one.” He proffered Lucian towards the bar maid. “Don’t worry just stand beside me.” The scruffy ronin winked, “I make you look really good.”

//just edited it to avoid making Yas look like a perv XD //

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"Work? W-Wait a second!" But by then, Yasuo was already pulling-- more like dragging, really-- the poor hunter towards the bar maid. Stand behind him? He had that idea from the moment this plan apparently became a thing. "So what, you're going to be my wingman or something?" The pink was slowly leaving his cheeks. "...Alright, I guess."

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Yasuo laughed, “No worries my friend, we’ll find a more appropriate approach. Though I must say I’m sure you have more experience than me, or… most of us, actually. You could probably teach any woman in the League a few tricks, right?”

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"Ex...perience?" The marksman managed a small blush, eyes immediately looking everywhere but Yasuo's direction. The conversation took a turn for the awkward, but Lucian didn't seem to stop him just yet. In fact, he seemed more as if he were trying to legitimately answer his questions. After all, Yasuo was someone he considered a friend, strange as that wording seemed in his head.

"I couldn't teach anyone anything new." Not that his previous...intimate life, for lack of better words, was boring. Certainly wasn't that. "I think there are more people here with more experience..." Lucian couldn't even believe he was having this conversation.

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  Her fingers plucked at the strings effortlessly, her eyes closing slowly as the soft, sweet melodies infiltrated her mind, letting only the tune of the music play on. Her lips, curled up in a smile as her shoulders relaxed, truly at peace when she could play for others. When their attention was on her.

Upon hearing Lucian sigh to himself, Sona let herself open her eyes - only for an instant - to see what sort of sigh he had released and to her own pleasure, he himself had been enjoying the performance.

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Lucian seemed to hesitate in speaking, evident by the way his mouth quickly shut as soon as it had opened. Why ruin such lovely notes and melodies with his words? Certainly only silence was an appropriate reaction. His body language clearly showed just how much he enjoyed this music. Though his curiosity got the better of him eventually and he could hold his tongue no longer.

"Where did you learn to play like this?" Was she self taught? She had to be. If not, that would mean there were two people on this planet that could play such wonderful songs and the marksman refused to believe that. "Sounds like you've been playing since you were young." A half attempt to spark some form of conversation, if any. Lucian was never good at small talk.

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Slowly, her expression shifted to that of light happiness. She had always enjoyed playing music for others, it also made her feel like she was wanted, desired in a manner of words.

Looking over her shoulder for a moment she looked to see if anyone else was around before tuning her Etwahl, plucking a couple of strings to make sure that each string was the preferred note. With a smile her fingers then began to pluck and strum at the instrument, allowing certain notes to ring out. Playing a song for him purely memorized.

It certainly was nice noticing her expression change like it did. The suggestion came from nowhere, but Lucian was glad she would play. Taking a seat against a nearby wall, he crossed his legs having been used to this position. The trips to the bar with Yasuo seemed to be the culprit of that.

As soon as Sona's melodies gently made their way into his ears, Lucian relaxed. The very fact that she could play such songs without the aid of sheet music was impressive, but Lucian seemed to be more focused on how wonderful the music sounded, a relaxed sigh freed from his lips.

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  “Oh Lucian," Yasuo rolled his eyes. The man rose and walked by the his companion’s chair. As he passed he deftly leaned the chair back and pivoted it along with him, to directly face the delicately bending form of one form of one of the bustiest bar maids Valoran had to offer.  The open, supportive shape of her uniform left no question as to where one’s eyes were meant to be drawn. Yasuo then leaned on the back of Lucian’s chair. “Do you see what qualities I’m referring to?” He raised an eyebrow with a smile and couldn’t’ resist adding, “Or would you prefer a hands-on demonstration?”

Years ago Yasuo had enjoyed teasing his serious brother in a similar way. Yone must have gotten the wildest impressions of his mischievous brother at times, though to be honest they were mostly bluff.

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He would protest the motion if he had the time to, hands gripping the underside of his chair, making sure he wouldn't fall. His gaze met the woman, face growing a bit redder. Ah. Yes. Those. While Lucian certainly wasn't staring, he couldn't help but look, almost innocently so. "I-I think I understand what you mean now." Don't be a pervert, Lucian.

"I don't need a hands on demonstration." Mostly because surely that woman would smack him into next week if he so much as approached her on the subject.

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Mildly surprised that Lucian even gave a straight answer, Yasuo nodded at the man’s selection. “Aah, I’d have to say that’s good taste. You got a thing for Ionians, my friend? Or is it, eh…” he raised a hand, seeming to grasp for words, “other… qualities?” Well, how was he supposed to help if he didn’t have accurate information?

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The hand motion had Lucian tilt his head some, almost awaiting clarification. From his angle, it looked less like grasping for words and more like...well, the grasping was still there, right? "Other..." The marksman seemed a bit embarrassed at what that could even mean, beginning stages of red peeking on his cheeks. "I...don't think I know what you're talking about."

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{deeply personal questions meme :D} "Okay Lucian. What I need from you is context." Yasuo leveled a serious gaze at the Demacian. He once again had the man sat down in front of him at the Champ's Reprieve tavern with a drink in his hands. Also a drink in his own hands, of course. "Tell me about the women you've been with before." Admittedly Yasuo didn't know shit about women or how to be a wingman. But he was Yasuo. And his friend was clearly in need of a distraction and he was HELPING.

(cont.) Oh hell wait ononononono. Backpedal, backpedal. Drawing Lucian’s thoughts back to the past was precisely what he did NOT want to do. “I mean—what I mean to say is… what kind of women are you attracted to?” He continued his serious, business-like tone. “Which of the lady champs would you choose right now if you could?”

He found himself at this bar with Yasuo once again which made this place one of the first bars he had visited more than once. It wasn’t that he had high standards, that wasn’t the case at all. Lucian just wasn’t quite a drinker. However, he seemed to be pretty comfortable around Yasuo, a feat no one's been able to really accomplish since Senna.

As per usual, the drink Lucian held in his hand wasn’t strong just yet. He’d work his way up to it. He took a small sip before nearly choking at the request. Tell him about… To be perfectly honest, the hunter wasn’t quite a ladies man. He didn’t seek relationships, in fact, the start of his with Senna was a bit rocky.

Before he could answer, the Ionian before him seemed to change the question. Yes. He felt a little more comfortable answering that, though only slightly. “Choose?” Humor him, Lucian, it’s just a question, right?

"…Karma’s pretty." he remarked rather awkwardly, immediately downing his drink. Alcohol was a must in this situation. "So is… Sona, I suppose." He rather liked laning with her when he could.

[inboxideas]

Your character has full access to all of my character's memories. Which memory does your character force my character to recall?

submitted by quitealovelywallflower.

[theriotleague]

undead Lucian by Pollo-Pillo

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"I’m scared of the thunder, ok?" She held the board up to the marksman, her brows lowered as she shrunk back into herself. With a light shiver, she let her eyes fall back upon him.

The marksman read the board carefully. Afraid of thunder? Well, loud noises could spook anyone, really. A quiet hum of thought sounded as he thought of ways to maybe distract her, keep her mind off of the storms. “Can you play me a song? I’d much rather hear your melodies than the harsh weather outside.” His expression was calm, almost uncharacteristically so.

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*confusion* "Lucian, the League gave me a paycheck. I don't know what to do with it. What should I do?"

"Well…what do you normally do with money?" While Lucian wasn’t quite poor, he wasn’t exactly rich either. Most of his gold went to room and board through his travels along with food. "…Unless you spend it all on alcohol."

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ff+ urgot //oopsie, failed the previous one\\

"Absolutely not." Not only was Urgot’s monstrous appearance less than savory to look at for good reason, his moral alignment was definitely way off from Lucian’s. There’s absolutely no way.

"Who thinks up this garbage?" He’s concerned for the mental state of the writer.