#ask-vlady-chan

[noxianguillotinedarius]

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Of all the people to expect to find waiting for him, Vlad was certainly not one of them. Much less in as an uninvited guest in his home eating cereal. If she was even waiting for him at all and not just intruding because she could. He supposed, with her particular brand of magic, it would be easy enough to get in. Crossing his arms, Darius cleared his throat loudly to attract her attention. “What are you doing?”

[sion-the-undead-juggernaut]

"Sion, I need to speak to you...."

“Hmm... What is it, Blood Mage?” The juggernaut probed for information.

Were they running low on Lightshield blood? It would be a shame if he had to kill a royal to get more. Was it about the shop that was destroyed overnight? Sion had plausible deniability, he was locked in his cage all night. Was it that his locked cage was now broken? That kind of thing just tends to happen from time to time...

[the-evolution-comes]

“How long have you been sick?”

“Almost a month now, but I have dealt with it.”

[sion-the-undead-juggernaut]

"5 more minutes"

Send me "5 more minutes" to see how my character would wake yours up

Sion stood in Vlady’s bedroom, staring at the clock hanging adjacent to the window. He allowed himself to be mesmerized by the rhythmic swaying of the pendulum, feeling every tick and tock ripple through his eardrums. He made a deal with himself to wait until seven o’clock. 

The time read six fifty-three.

Tick tock, six fifty-three and fifty-four seconds; fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven. He would wait..

Six fifty-four. He had waited long enough. With his thumb and forefinger he moved the hour hand to the seven o’clock position and the minute hand to the twelve o’clock position.

He turned around. The unsuspecting victim lay swaddled in a nest of fine silk fabrics worthy of her status as a Noxian noble. His large meaty hands wrapped themselves in the bed sheets at the edge of the bed, locking them into an iron grip.

“WAKE UP!” He pulled back her covers with such force that Vlady’s body made a brief pirouette midair before reuniting with the plush mattress. “THE SUN HAS RISEN AND SO SHALL YOU!” 

[sion-the-undead-juggernaut]

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Send me a ⌘ to hear what my muse’s last words to yours would be.

“Hmmgrmm...” Sion groaned as he looked through his left eye.

His vision was blurry, unable to see much farther than 3 feet away from his own face. Despite this he could make out a particular arrangement of red and white.

“Blood mage...” He lifted his hand and placed it atop Vlady’s head. “Here to put me to rest?”

The brute chuckled before taking a wheezing inhale.

“Swain and the high command will want to put me together one more time... 

“Don’t... let... them... I knew it this time, that this would be my last. My joints resist my every motion, my muscles have lost their strength. I can fight no longer.”

Taking his hand from her hair, he pulled the dagger from his cranium. With an open hand he presented it to her.

“Keep it, destroy it, throw it in the depths of the ocean; just keep it from Swain. With this and everything you have done for me, you have earned your citizenship again...

“Stand strong, Noxian. Stay strong, Vlady...”

[judgementcxt]

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☂ Preferred weather

“Rain..enough that most people will stay inside.  It means that no one will come and bother me...but it also gives a stillness to the land that I find peaceful.”  

[stormwind-footman]

[text] You’re late! What’s taking so long?

[text] Five more minutes. You did something weird to My blood flow thingy shit. Can’t get My dick to go down atm.

[deathrocket]

// What would you think Jinx's reaction to either Caitlyn or Vi's death would be? I mean I know they're rivals by lore etc however, do you think she would feel anything towards such an event?

[ gosh this is so heavy.

as for caitlyn, whatever, she's just a dumb boring hatlady and now she's out of the way! now she can have more fun with fatty! she can have vi aaaaall to herself and not have to worry about that smelly bitch taking her away.

but if vi were to die, and it were by some cause other than her own hands (since i have addressed that before, oooo), she would still lose it.

in my jinx's background (which, after a year of roleplaying, i have finally decided on), vi and jinx were friends once. they were both stolen away as newborn babies (literally stolen from the hospital in piltover) and given to experimentation labs in zaun. their parents (two separate sets of parents, btw) were told that they were stillborns and things like that. there were tons of kids stolen for this purpose. vi and jinx just managed to make friends while in the labs. best friends, actually.

vi managed to escape one year when she was still a kid, but jinx wasn't made aware of it. it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing and vi wasn't able to get jinx in on it. years later, the lab started to tell jinx that her dead and precious friend had left her all alone, that she could have brought her but she didn't want to, that she left her behind on purpose because she hated her. and jinx slowly developed a hatred for vi and deeply, deeply wanted revenge. they basically conditioned her and experimented on her to the point of multiple psychotic breaks.

HUFF HUFF. that being said!!!

jinx wanted revenge on vi, jinx wanted to be the one to deliver it, jinx wanted to be able to make vi feel as alone as possible in that moment--or even in the days, weeks, months prior to her death. this was something that she herself wanted to claim, and it was ripped from her.

considering her mental state, my jinx would snap. horribly. she would destroy anything and everything around her without caring how fun it was, without caring about what she was destroying, about the dumb robots, lametover... she wouldn't care. she'd just demolish everything and, arguably, end up dying in the process. if she didn't die in the middle of her own destruction, she would go elsewhere, leaving a trail of desolation in her wake, and break anything else she could.

:) ]