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[tantibus-aeternam]

*Hands over a full caramel turtle ice cream cake.

Tonight is a good night.

[hero-of-heights]

“I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.”

“I don’t see how people can think that far.”

[tantibus-aeternam]

"Hear you like cats, ever think of getting a pet displacer beast? They're pretty much the you of cats."

I don’t know what that is.  Show me.

[mythic-cassiopeia]

//So she'd be a ferret?

(( Yeah... except she probably won’t stick like one... So, that’s a plus! ))

[noxiankarra-blog]

//Weapon master. Kusarigama.

Send “Weaponmaster” and a Weapon  –  My muse will analyze that weapon and say what they like/dislike about it and if they’d use it or not.

 She appears at least a little visibly excited as she recognizes the type of weapon, a smile spreading across her face. “A... Kusarigama, right?” pronouncing the name slowly as she tried to remember when she last heard of such a weapon.

  “Leo uses one of these, last I remember. Interesting to see it come to my table.” A faint air of sorrow tinges her mood- when was the last time she saw Leo? Shaking off the thought, she moves on to pick up the weapon, assessing it and trying to dredge up what knowledge she held on their use.

  “Personally, I quite like the idea of the Kusarigama, and in trained hands it is a fully capable, deadly weapon,” she remarks. “My hands are not among that category,” she jokes, grinning as she returns the weapon to the table, hands moving a little reverently, with respect for the weapon and the associated memory. “Bonus points for being kinda flashy. Fancy ninja weapons and such.”

“I can’t think of something I dislike about Kusarigama off the top of my head, exactly.”

“As for if I’d ever use one? In my current state of training on the matter, no, I would likely cause more harm than help. If we speak as if I had received training in their use... probably still not. I have great respect for the weapon and its users, but it is not really my style.”

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[hero-of-heights]

17

17:their ambitions

To open her shop and be able to sell weapons and enchantments to anyone, doesn’t matter if they are Noxian or Demacian. Also to not forever be trapped in the ways of Demacian society.

[hero-of-heights]

"Is there any real food here? Tiny bits of things on platters just isn't cutting it."

“Nope,” Evette whispered walking up to him. “This is suppose to be the finest of foods in Demacia.” She shook her head, “Not really, but the grey stuff is delicious.”

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