Even death trembles in my presence

"Tell me a short joke, I dare you" Veigar/154 years (25 Human years)/Independent writer Afflicated with Institute-of-legends!

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The yordle’s eyes would visibly squint from underneath the hat, turning to glowing slits. “What’s it to you?”. His behaviour towards the so called ‘emperor of shurima’ was hostile, but showed no signs of aggressiveness. Tsk, he should mind his own business.

He was about to go back to the shelves, when he had fully realized the situation. The emperor of shurima, stuck in a candy store? Okay, that was hilarious. Letting out the smallest chuckle he could muster, he let his eyes fall on the bird-like shuriman again. “Heheh, like a bird in his cage.”

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Azir glared at Veigar at his comment as he took a step forward towards the tiny yordle. The power of shifting sand allowed him to glided to ward the tiny master of evil at a quick pace, as the emperor bent over so he could be eye level with him as he spoke. “Mind your tongue naive, as I would recommend not putting yourself at the sharp end of my spear, the wrath of a ruler is not to be taken likely.” He threatened as he sized up the small yordle, it was true Veigar had immense power but Azir was confident if this meating should turn sour he could dispose of the small creature quite easily.

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“Well in here there’s not much you can be a ruler over. What are you going to rule, the gum balls?” Threats often didn’t make much impact on the yordle, especially not when the one that had threatened him was stuck in the exact same candy store as he was. 

“Hey, how did YOU get in here? Flew through the window?” He completely ignored the respect the emperor asked of him, he simply didn’t care. Of course, he could send any of his abilities at Azir to shut him up for the night if he got annoying, but not yet. In a way, the big bird’s appearance was a good thing, he didn’t think through how he was going to last the night alone.

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Vel’Koz turned around, almost looking a little startled. He searched where the voice came from, in which he found himself looking down. “Anything. Not a thing gets away if I set my eyes on it. Would you like me to demonstrate? Give me your hand, small one.” . He reached out his tentacle.

“Ech, keep those to yourself.” He poked the tentacle away with his staff, hoping to ward it off. “You try anything, I’ll blow them right off.” Well, maybe not the smartest thing to threaten a voidling, but Veigar often didn’t think clearly before speaking. 

knowledge--seeker

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“This world…” Kalista frowned. “Isn’t good for killing and taking revenge. The present circumstances make it quite complicated for me to kill another individual.” She struggled for words to get her point across.

“And I’m not sure about other Shadow Islanders, but you can ask them.” Her arms swung around freely as she gestured behind her. “Ask away.”

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“Must be very stressful to hear all of them getting away, isn’t it?” He wasn’t being sympathetic, the yordle was simply putting emphasis on the fact that she had been rendered useless in this world. 

“Hey, you’re just going to send me away? Rude.” He’d put on a fake, insulted face. If it was even seen below his hat and the dark magic that shielded his face from the outer world. 

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Veigar would not usually stoop as low as to sneak into a candy store at night to get the sugary stuff, but with his current lack of money, he had no other choice. Times like these were one of the only ones where his size did not bother him, as it meant he would be overlooked easily by any taller people, giving him a larger chance of pulling off things like this.

However, the joy of his success of his plan quickly faded as he heard a voice call out to him, ears drooping underneath his hat. Dangit, had someone else thought of the same plan as him? Was it a guard? Only one way to find out, he guessed. Poking his head around the corner of one of the shelves, he noticed the golden, bird-like shuriman standing by the entrance of the shop.

Phew, false alarm azir-shurimas-dawn

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Azir was bit surprised at to who it was that came around the corner, the self-proclaimed master of evil stuck inside a candy shop, he chose to ignore the irony of also being locked in. The emperor looked Veigar up and down with a small smirk. “Might I ask what it is that you’re doing here?” He questioned with a bemused expression, with a flick of his wrist he summoned a second solider to help the first with trying to pry the door open.

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The yordle’s eyes would visibly squint from underneath the hat, turning to glowing slits. “What’s it to you?”. His behaviour towards the so called ‘emperor of shurima’ was hostile, but showed no signs of aggressiveness. Tsk, he should mind his own business.

He was about to go back to the shelves, when he had fully realized the situation. The emperor of shurima, stuck in a candy store? Okay, that was hilarious. Letting out the smallest chuckle he could muster, he let his eyes fall on the bird-like shuriman again. “Heheh, like a bird in his cage.”

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Veigar had never gotten to know the so called ‘Lady of vengeance’ very well. For all he knew, she had been fairly new to the league before they had gone to this strange world…He thought, time wasn’t really a thing he kept track of anymore. But now, he had run in on her in one of the many streets in the small town. Deciding he had nothing better to do, he approached the specter. “So, how’s your ‘work’ going now that you’re stuck here?” Well, that wasn’t a very good greeting, but it was good enough. He knew enough of her from other people he overheard talking to be able what her purpose was, her reason of creation, as to say. kal-ra

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Kalista stared. Who was this, again? She knew the name started with a V, because she’d overheard other champions talking him before. “I’m sorry, was your name Veigar?” She tried not to snap at him.

She had never fought with Veigar according to her memory, but it sometimes failed her, so she stopped trying to remember if she’d ever fought him in the League. “And work is fine. Training humans and some champions are hard, but fun at the end once you push them to what they can actually do.”

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“Of course it is!” The yordle answered, voice squeaky as ever. “What else would it be?” He had never actually...spoken, to the specter before. And while he’d rather admit he liked being alone, he was still a yordle, and asked for quite a bit of attention. Negative or positive.

“Ah, yes I see. But-...Wait, Kalista right?” He fell silent for a moment, seeming to wait for a response only to continue his question again. “How’s the whole ‘killing’ thing working out for you? I mean, that’s what most shadow islers do, right? Can you still do THAT job from over in this world?” Okay, maybe the question he had asked was a little too deep, whatever. “I’ve been wondering...”

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AH I’M HERE TO RP HI))

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Who’s still active in here? I barely see any activity on my dash ;3;))

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Veigar had never gotten to know the so called 'Lady of vengeance' very well. For all he knew, she had been fairly new to the league before they had gone to this strange world...He thought, time wasn't really a thing he kept track of anymore. But now, he had run in on her in one of the many streets in the small town. Deciding he had nothing better to do, he approached the specter. “So, how’s your ‘work’ going now that you’re stuck here?” Well, that wasn’t a very good greeting, but it was good enough. He knew enough of her from other people he overheard talking to be able what her purpose was, her reason of creation, as to say. kal-ra

[raposaselada]

Send me a character's name and I'll talk about them!

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Azir squawked in frustration as he yanked on the door from the inside, trying to pry it open. “Blast this cursed place.” He complained backing up as he conjured a sand solider to do the pulling for him, he paused when he heard movement throughout the store, it was clear he was not the only one in this store. “Reveal yourself, or suffer the consequence.” He warned.

Veigar would not usually stoop as low as to sneak into a candy store at night to get the sugary stuff, but with his current lack of money, he had no other choice. Times like these were one of the only ones where his size did not bother him, as it meant he would be overlooked easily by any taller people, giving him a larger chance of pulling off things like this.

However, the joy of his success of his plan quickly faded as he heard a voice call out to him, ears drooping underneath his hat. Dangit, had someone else thought of the same plan as him? Was it a guard? Only one way to find out, he guessed. Poking his head around the corner of one of the shelves, he noticed the golden, bird-like shuriman standing by the entrance of the shop.

Phew, false alarm azir-shurimas-dawn

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Fatal Flaw: "Lighten up, Veigar! How are you supposed to conquer the world without any loyal subjects?"

“Subjects? Followers? Come on, I don’t need those. They’d only mess up, anyways!”

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Tell my muse their fatal flaw in your muse's eye.

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Rp with Wifestealquints

It had been a long time since Veigar had met various fellow champions since his arrival in this strange place. The yordle had locked him up for several days after he woke up here, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Wandering out in the streets, the yordle stumbled upon someone...Quite taller. Dressed in a long coat adorned with eerie green hues..Well, eerie? It didn’t impress him that much. Overall, it had the whole ‘Shadow Isles’ vibe coming off of it. Thresh? Yes, without a doubt. Catching up to the taller man, much taller man, he slowed down his pace next to him, figuring that he had probably not seem him yet from all the way up there. “Hey!” His loud and squeaky voice sounded, loud enough to be able to be heard from across the street. He couldn’t help it, it was just how his vocals were shaped to be.

wifestealquints

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Online!

YO sorry for not being on the past few days, I lost some inspiration but I’m good now. so...Like this post if you want a starter from me, maybe? ;u;))

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Like this if I owe you a reply

I got a lil chaotic so AAA. You can also like this if you want a starter or something :’) ))

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RA Open

Veigar had made his way to the library, browsing through the numerous of books located in the rather large place. It was astonishing how many books they had managed to sneak into this place, them ranging from actual intellectual pieces of art to...Children’s tales...Ehh. 

A messy pile of books was left behind on the table behind him, trying to sort out which ones he was actually going to read and which ones he was going to leave to be covered in dust. The pile was pretty much taller than himself. He’d put them all back later...Yes.

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∅

“Kalista, a strong opponent indeed. As stated before, the shadow isles are beyond my knowledge, but...Your purpose here, is it just to punish traitors? It seems like a boring and repetitive life, to me.”