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[ionianwanderer]

CAUGHT: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be. / from @accursedsword for odyssey verse. there better not be a ragtag crew in one of the crime lord's off-world bases he's at today... and they Better not be up to no good...

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Surely this extraction wouldn’t be a bust? Surely. It’s what Yasuo repeated in his mind as he traversed the dark halls of the base. You’d think he’d learn by now not to pick fights with entities that had about five times the fire power than the crew of the Morning Star but the pay out for the shipment of weapons traced back to this base was TOO good to pass up. But he quickly figured out the second they were close enough to pick up the base’s signal on their radars. But it wasn’t like Aatrox would be here today, of all days, right? If Yasuo just kept telling himself that, it’d be true! And it would also definitely quell the rising urgency to try to mask Malphite’s steps as he tried to slink within the shadows close behind his Captain.

“Malph, I’m begging you to be a little quieter,” he whispers anxiously while throwing a hand behind him to get the mountain of a crewmate to pause his approach. Yasuo held Malphite at arms length while staking out the storage bay, his other hand gripping the pommel of Song like it’d soothe anything about this situation. He figured, at the very least, leaving Jinx on their ship would be a good idea as long as she could hightail them out of any potential… extracurriculars Yasuo wasn’t keen on participating in. “Okay, I think the coast is clear. In and out, just like we practiced—”

Yasuo suddenly feels a grip around his forearm (...Malphite’s hand is not that big), before being yanked backwards roughly dragging out a strangled noise from the Captain. Dazed by the sudden jerk, it takes far too long for him to realize he’s being lifted up off the ground too.

The moment the shock dissipates, Yasuo can see Malphite being dragged off to who knows where by a trio of shadowy figures, with great struggle on their part. Thne his gaze shifting and focusing on the being holding him at their face level. Maybe he didn’t repeat his mantra enough—

“Oh— Aatrox...!” He’s off to a great start here, a smile feigning surprise spreading across his lips as his brow creases in a panic. “—Is this your base? My apologies, something must have gotten mixed up along the way,” Yasuo starts to trail gesturing with his hand as he speaks before pointing beyond the Crime Lord’s shoulder, “We’ll get out of your… Uh… We’ll just head out as soon as you let me down and return my crew mate to me.”

[prtector]

❝  bold  to  come  back  to  the  realm  of  the  aspects  ;  solari  are  just  the  tip  of  the  spear  ,  not  quite  too  fond  of  your  kind  .  don’t  be  so  obtuse  ,  accursed  darkin  ,  it  doesn’t  become  you  ,  ❞  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  warned  ,  his  grip  upon  his  starlight  sweltering  mace  more  affirmed  as  he  tailgates  the  massive  iron  weapon  annexed  to  his  hamstring  .  ❝  granted  ,  how  far  you’ve  come  &  managed  to  have  hid  from  the  golden  sister  is  impressive  …  but  why  show  yourself  to  me  ?  aren’t  i  not  your  enemy  ?  so  besotted  to  destroy  the  statute  of  undying  crave  of  your  own  demise  ?  ❞

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  briefly  was  disclosed  on  the  darkin  birthed  by  the  deepest  pits  from  their  horrors  sprung  by  the  war  against  the  void  .  something  similarly  akin  to  what  he  is  subjected  to  in  the  current  worldwide  crisis  .  some  self  -  inflicted  .  trapped  in  organic  pulsating  weapons  ,  veins  encroaching  across  girthy  sinew  &  horrifying  pink  worts  .  it  pulsates  like  it  breathed  —  all  one  unsanctioned  dissatisfaction  .  the  fallen  shurima  being  among  the  greatest  catalysts  of  cataclysmic  self  -  destruction  .

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  felt  far  too  naive  .  he  had  the  mental  bearings  of  the  hailing  protector  ;  its  memories  merged  with  his  own  .  as  if  he  had  lived  through  undocumented  centuries  he  can’t  recall  being  within  his  own  star  speckled  hands  .  the  balance  of  planets  &  the  cosmos  under  supervision  .  what  worried  him  most  was  what  drove  among  the  most  spoken  to  have  come  to  targon  ?  why  come  &  speak  to  him  ?

at  truth  —  it  was  the  CRY  .  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  could  hear  it  .  so  distinct  that  it  cut  through  his  ears  like  fine  wine  .  even  the  stars  could  hear  it  .  the  cries  that  so  pelted  the  unsavory  butchery  of  aatrox’s  words  .  tried  as  he  might  ,  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  couldn’t  ignore  it  .  a  cry  of  help  wasn’t  it  —  but  it  was  wanting  to  be  let  freed  .

the  protector  lowered  his  mace  further  ,  the  crackling  of  kinetic  starlight  still  splitting  &  combusting  within  the  extended  limbs  of  the  weapon  .  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  cocked  his  head  ,  brows  furrowed  .  a  mixture  of  confusion  &  concern  discerned  on  the  aspect’s  statuesque  face  .  ❝  what  say  you  ,  god  killer  ?  you  speak  to  the  protector  ,  that  begets  the  beginning  of  all  things  .  ❞

❛ i am the end of all things; i have drunk the blood of kings. ❜ - @accursedsword