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@chaosmultiverse - Continued Ask

There wasn't an ounce of good in her hands, her head, her heart. Vi tried to be better, tried to be good. What made it difficult is that every time she meant someone, she could care less what they thought, and even less if they lived or died. Yet Caitlyn, Caitlyn made Vi want to be better, she wanted to see her smile and laugh. Though after that explosion, Vi feared that Caitlyn would no longer see her as anything more then that monster's sister.

Not to mention how Stillwater beat her heart and made her a monster. Camille slowly crafted her into a creature of her own making. If Caitlyn hadn't broken Vi out of prison, she would still be under her control, slowly taking away piece by piece until she was nothing more then a robotic creature just as Camille was.

"Did you know I wanted to massacre the council when they rejected every word I said?" Vi questioned, sitting in the Kiramman garden and staring at the water. "I wanted to rip out their throats, I wanted to hear them scream as I clawed their spines and snapped bones," Vi whispered as she closed her eyes. "I didn't, cause this is your world, and I wouldn't do that to your mother. What kind of person wants to do that, Cait?? Who thinks that?? And now…" Now her sister had done it for her. Vi's hands waved up in the air before pressing up against her head.

"I wanted you to have better, to be happy… be safe. Away from people like me. I should have stayed in Stillwater, and… none of this would have happened. People like me… I should have died a long time ago, I should have died in those explosions. I'm not good person Caitlyn, I'm… no better then my sister,"

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@shrineshadow - Continued ask

Jinx had always been better at stalking prey then Vi. Its not that Vi couldn't do it, but her instinct was to pounce, hit, and drag away. Both Tiger and Fox within her did not care for the slow stalk. Vi slowly moved on top of the building, her eyes narrowed upon the thief. Lowering down, her hands pressed against the ground, watching from above. Her silver blue eyes narrowed, and her left metal arm tensed.

In truth, Vi didn't care that the man stole; no doubt doing base instinct needs. She had stolen before, everyone in Zaun did. Opportunistic hunting for food, for money, for anything they could get their hands on.

However, the reason Vi chose him was quite literally the need to attack. Her eyes narrowed on him as she visualize her hands crushing his throat. Perhaps Warwick needed something to eat as well, the wolf had been quiet for some time. Her fangs bared as the itch intensified and it became harder to ignore. Moments like this, Vi knew she had to act. Better to do it in Zaun where the laws were not about killing but survival. If the Thief managed to survive to see another day then he would. But Vi's apex predator nature knew that was a slim chance. Her honed instincts and skills made it where she was the king of these streets. What did the books call the giant creature from prehistoric times? The Tyrant Lizard? She prized herself as the Hellhound, Kere, the death spirit. The tyrant who commanded fear and authority from her killer instincts and deathly punch.

Just as Vi found the perfect place to slam down her fist from above, something attacked first. Vi hissed in annoyed turning her eyes to the side to see some kind of heavy object flying forward as the thief ran. "Dammit!!!" Vi shouted as she jumped down and started to chase after the thief. Beside her came along a smaller woman, lithe and deep purple hair. Her sunkissed skintone and attire screamed Ionia though she looked ancient.

Weaving and twisted, one of her object flew forward, and caused Vi to skid to a stop so not to get hit in the process. The hunt ended and Vi threw her hands up, pacing back and forth.

Maybe she just fed this purple hair woman to Warwick instead!

"With your small bare feet and no tail?" Vi laughed and rolled her eyes. "You couldn't catch a mouse in Zaun much less a thief. Where you raised in Piltover?" Vi crouched down and pressed her hands against her head with a grumbling annoyance. Her metal hand pressed against the bridge of her nose, taking a few deep breathes.

What did Caitlyn say? Now she couldn't remember as she shook her head. Her sleek fox tail thrashed around a few times before standing back up. "Whatever… I'll find someone else," She said before turning to look at Yunara and raising a brow.

"Hold on, why are you in Zaun anyway? Its clear you don't know our ways. What… exactly are you doing? Got a death wish?"

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@carmencxgni "I think evil is a choice. I do not believe in inherent goodness any more than inherent evil. I think, anyone can be evil. It is after all, a very effective means of accomplishing ones goals and consolidating power and control. I also think, that pushed into a corner and ground down, anyone will bite back. And many, just benefit from it, actively or passively. " Jericho speaks plainly, philosophy and morality is still a topic which intrigues him to speak about, a son of a patrician house oration and philosophy were equally as important as knowing how to hold a sword.

"I know what actions I've willingly taken, I would label myself as evil quite readily. Though I can justify all of it, and rationalize every ruthless cruelty. Perhaps that is worse?" He continues, Swain may be self aware but it did not promote any consideration or guilt.

"Certainly, there are creatures we define as evil, but they are often motivated by more base things, and perhaps that is less evil- than knowing better and rationalizing it after. A demon is just hungry..A man wants power and control."

Mel quietly weaved her way back into Noxus; just as she did Piltover. Little marks here and there, establishing her role as the Medarda clan Leader. To find her way up the ladder, meeting with house and clan leaders, developing her twisting web of knowledge as she seeks to take back what she knew had to be done.

Death's daughter listened to the man as he spoke. Her magic dwelled against her chest, listening to him speak. A mirror of energy, seeing into the depth if he spoke truth or not. Each word held honesty, what he truly believed. "How quaint," Mel mused as she stood there with a glass of red wine. Her bold red eyes glancing over at the man who spoke on a topic that he held interest in. "Its seems you taken quite a bit of thought into these ideals. Such a philosophical discussion that has so many pathways to explore,"

"So how would you define evil? As you say, if you were to define yourself as evil because you rationalize such ideas to your motives and actions. Would you find that evil is the absence of good, or is it rooted in ignorance, or intentional malice? Does evil make you a monster, or is monster a relatively term to try and denote something that cannot be understood?" Mel lightly prodded at the man's psyche, as she lifted the glass to her lips.

[visceralserendipity]

week 6??

alright now that im gonna work on replies might as well make a proper thing:

public

n/a (feel free to ask)

private

n/a

continuing

sora

aideen

rhiannon

kuma (fuck me i forogt to write the starter)

if i forgot any let me know

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;; week five

public

Sora

private

Kaya (pre-event)

(con’t.) Rhiannon (more like week four actually,)

unlisted

Aideen

still need to do that kuma private thread . hell

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;; week three

;; public

Kuma (brief)

Date

;; private

Yori (?)

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;; tracker

Public

Natsumi (?)

????

Private

Siyu

(continuing) Aideen