#assistant of evil

[hold-onto-existence]

Decision

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It is time to face reality and take a definitive decision. Walking on the line inbetween the unknown past and future is no more acceptable. Mimi is aware of it, and she's ready to make her move.

Soundtrack: stRE:0ings Promare OST - Hiroyuki Sawano

Characters: Mimi (Mirabelle Simon) | assistant-of-evil / remember-no-more Blis | the-flame-bringer​ Veigar | independently portrayed by the-primordialburst

[oldyordleveigar]

Closed starter, (@assistant-of-evil)

After a bit of dilemma, standing at the mouth of the cave. The freezing torrents of wind caressing his face, he teleported away. He didn't bring his staff, instead he brought a Ukulele. To his surprise, he's performed at bars in front of audiences. Casting a disguising spell before doing so, changing his attire as well, to not fit the category of 'Mage' instead as a civilian.

He sits at the top of a tree, near wherever she was apparently located. And started playing, something tells him deja vu, but ignores it completely. Believed firmly he was too high for her ears to pick up his strumming, wondering what to say to her after not visiting her after a long time.

Peeking through the clustered leaves, trying to figure out what she was doing currently.

[ruined-shaper]

♫

God is an Astronaut - Deafening Distance

//A slow start, a surge, and a steady beat leading to the climax; ending not because the cycle cannot repeat, but that time is short.

The cosmic vibe of GIAA and the general tone really seem to fit with the limitless potential and wild power. Pausing and withdrawing to learn more through study and education only heightens the possibilities. All accompanied by steady drums, symbolism for unwavering loyalty.

[ruined-shaper]

Spirit of (X)! (Can I have one too? Either for this universe, or linked to the new one, or... however you think it could fit even if she was involved in the events already...?)

Mirabelle, Follower of Veigar

Unknown years after the Dawngate opened.

Not so long ago, in the world we knew then, a great shaper lived. Eidolus, his name. A western shaper, a grand engineer, brilliant mind, and hopeless lover for his mate, Imanna. It was said her beauty was-

“C’MON, SKIP AHEAD.”

“Writing is a process. It must be detailed! You can’t simply leave out details. What if the audience-”

“THE AUDIENCE DOESN’T MATTER, I MATTER, AND I SAY, SKIP AHEAD.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

-Imanna was pretty, she died, Eidolus got sad, and built the Dawngate to blow himself up.

However, our story takes place with the thieving-

“I prefer… opportunistic.”

“You hEARD THE LADY.”

“Can you please be quiet?”

However, our story takes place with the thieving opportunistic duo: a soon to be powerful master of the universe,

“GOOD!”

-and his sane, intelligent, stunningly beautiful associate.

“BAD!”

“Sorry, she’s the one paying me.”

“Don’t worry about it, Veigar.”

“ANGRY! RAGE!”

Now, these two cunning individuals were made aware of the circumstances they were about to encounter thanks to some interesting experiments-

“He glued a stick to a rock.”

“A STAFF TO A FOCUS. I spent YEARS on that!”

- and a rare anomaly: True communication with the spirits. Words of wisdom from the Spirit of Insight itself.

“It says hello, by the way.”

“It says whatnow-”

“Just, ignore him. Keep writing.”

As such,

“I WILL NOT BE IGNORED-”

“Please, Quiet!”

As such, prepared for the new age of shaping to approach, the spirit realm exploded forth from the gate, and the world would be changed forever. Of course, they were absolutely prepared for anything…

1 minute after the Dawngate opened

“I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT PREPARED FOR THIS.”

Mimi, in a bit of a panic as the worlds collided in the nearby gate, the spiritual energy shaking the ground and air thick with a searing heat. Laying still nearby, a cheshire grin spread wide on his sleeping form, Veigar had fallen.

“SPIRITS, BE ALIVE. JUST, BE ALIVE, YOU BASTARD. I SPENT TOO MANY YEARS OUT OF SCHOOL TO BE A PART-TIME ASSISTANT WITH A DEAD BOSS-”

Anxious, full-fledged screaming echoed through the night.

“Can- Can we, skip this part? He was asleep for this anyway.”

“Wait, why?… WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME IN MY SLEEP-”

“Nothing, Veigar.”

“..Oh.”

“What’s ‘oh’?”

“What, I don’t look irresistibly handsome and you DIDN’T take advantage of the situation? I TAUGHT YOU BETTER.”

“Spirits help me.”

“…Wuzzat, Insight?… It says no. And agrees that I’m deserving of a modelling career.”

“Can we FOCUS, please?!”

Careful so as not to raise alarm, Mirabelle carried the newly born-again shaper back to a hostel at the edge of the world’s heart. Passing in secret away from the prying eyes of pilgrims, paladins, and animals, the duo rested. While awaiting the rise of her unconscious-

“HEY, YOU ALREADY USED UNCONSCIOUS. YOU CALL YOURSELF A WRITER?”

“That’s not an issue here-”

“I DEMAND CHANGES!”

“By Grace, you are NOT worth the money…”

  While awaiting the rise of her unconscious-non-consensually sleeping companion, another miracle glistened in the window, out of view of the masses seeking refuge from the Gate.

A simple, small being. A spirit of unknown nature. It seemed to be waiting, watching Mirabelle. For what purpose, she was unsure. Such things were unheard of. Veigar had performed what no one had done before by summoning a spirit to his bidding-

“Actually, it’s more of a bargain-sorta deal. You know, all-powerful beings have to respect each other.”

And yet, here was another. And it was calling. To her.

How was she supposed to respond? What if it was a ploy? A trick of the light? Perhaps she was hallucinating, maybe the blast had killed her and this was some odd state of purgatory leading a similar scenario.

“Mimi, what the HELL were you on about?!”

“I was stressed. It’s normal to be stressed in that situation.”

2 hours after the Dawngate opened

“ThIS IS AN ABNORMAL AMOUNT OF STRESS FOR THIS SITUATION-” She yelled aloud. Covering her mouth and pacing the room, she cursed herself for the outburst.

“This is fine! It’s, fine. Really. No problem. Just going to… touch it? But what if it burns me? What if I burn IT? Is that even possible- THINK, Mirabelle, THINK, DAMN YOU.”

A moment of pause.

“Sweet Grace, I’m starting to sound like him.”

You are not him. You are better.

“Gee, thanks brain… wait… that wasn’t me.”

It was a shock. Though it could not truly speak, there was another conversing with her in a language she could replicate, but could clearly understand. It respected her.

She was a more suiting candidate, in its eyes, for the incredible power contained within Veigar. She must have it. She WOULD HAVE IT-

“-No. NO! I-I’m not thinking this…. It’s YOU.”

Trust in me, girl. No one else… only in me. I can give you power. Purpose. What has he done to deserve this? Nothing.

Kill him. Take his power. His energy. IT IS YOURS. TAKE IT.

“No! You’re… NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

TAKE IT! TAKE IT. TAKE IT TAKEIT TAKEITTAKEITTAKEITTAKEIT

“-AGHAGH- PAIN, AGONY, AND POWER- power… Uhhh… Mimi, what are you screaming about? YOU WOKE ME FROM MY POWER NAP.”

It was his voice that caused the screaming in her mind to stop. A sense of clarity, and calm. Steadying herself, she looked to him, then to the window. The creature was gone.

“Ahhh, I feel… AMAZING! Like I could take on the world! LIKE I COULD RULE THE WORLD-”

Veigar attempted to stand from the bed triumphantly, instead falling flat on his face, causing the nearby dresser to topple on him.

“MIMI HELP THE WORLD HAS BETRAYED ME-”

“…Betrayed…. Betrayal… so that must’ve… no. It was nothing at all.”

“ALRIGHT, WE’RE LEAVING THIS PART OUT TOO. NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE HAPPENED. AT ALL. NEVER WOULD I DO SOMETHING SO SILLY.”

“Of course.”

“Alright…. So, does that look good for a start?”

“I think it’s great-”

“I REQUIRE MORE WRITTEN COMPLIMENTS.”

“I will compliment you later.”

“…Fine. I accept your offering.”

“Alright then, we’re done for today. When’s good for a next visit?”

“Whenever I feel like it.”

“I-no, that’s-”

“Whenever. We feel like it.”

“Fine! Fine. I’ll make due.”

A promising student, with dangerous hidden potential, Mimi is unknowningly accompanied by the Spirit of Betrayal. Though not bonded as spirit and shaper, the being is more than willing to manipulate and coerce those around it for its need and utmost desire to shatter the bonds of mortals.

Allies: Veigar (So much to know… to be… to own.)

Friends: Zeri (Another student. I mean, her teacher is… something, but they’re nice enough to ignore that fact.), Fenmore (He wants to bring upon a new age… maybe we can get ourselves ahead of the curve.), Amarynth (So violent. So powerful…. and yet, she’s sad. Why?)

Enemies: Dibs (Stop talking, stop talking, PLEASE STOP TALKING-), Kindra (I have never felt more uncomfortable around another person-), Sakari (… I stand corrected.)

//Another fun tale! This one was a doozy, but I really enjoy writing dialogue! I think a more comedic set of team rocket-esque deuteragonists with some oomph to them really fits well in the universe, and I find the dynamic Veigar and Mimi could have here very intriguing to build around.

The additional tension of having a terrifying, parasitic spirit lurking is another relatively unique property here. Sure, parasitic spirits exist, but they have immediately satiable needs, like Corruption or Consumption. Betrayal, by contrast, has to wait. It has to weave and earn its kill, like building a house of cards. Only then, will it be sated.

Big shout out to @veigarthevile and @assistant-of-evil! Thanks for the prompts!

[ruined-shaper]

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[tekromantic]

Liar.

"I agree with you."

[tempered-fate-wandering-spirit]

Starter for @assistant-of-evil

//apologies that I could not think of much on how they might formally meet :(

Jarvan had heard from his men about some magical mishaps coinciding about the border between Demacia and Noxus. It was preventing some of the patrols from going about their typical duties and they wished for some assistance in the matter. The prince took it upon himself to investigate the situation himself, considering he was near the area at the time.

[oldyordleveigar]

Stahp! (closed rp with @assistant-of-evil }

(It’s been a month to say, surprisingly either of them have not yet made contact since the last time. He was bummed out, but he has a pretty good idea why. Mimi went to become Young Veigar’s apprentice, more or less. But something still bothered him, if she has already met Young Veigar, shouldn’t he have memories if something changed? Then again he doesn’t remember any Mimi or apprentice of his in the from his time as well. Standing on the roof of the many buildings that stood tall and proud in Demacia, Veigar stood on one that was closest to the outskirts, he had eavesdrop previously on their conversation. He was rather late, but only heard the Nation’s name.}

{So now here he is, looking back at the city of anti-magic. His abilities felt weakened, but not weak enough to be unable to perform heavy spells. With the lock on he has on Mimi, he lays down on the roof. Performing hand symbols and words from a dead language, his astral body ejected from his physical body. And with an instant, he is near Mimi, observing. He knows that she can feel his presence, but is she able to identify that it is him? Maybe, but for now he is watching carefully. Floating slightly above her, he watches carefully, anything he does in his astral body will not interfere with the physical world.} 

{The Old Mage will only intervene when truly necessary, but he will leave this to Mimi. Maybe he’ll cheat by protecting her secretly, he has faith in her. But unexpected things are to come, he holds his sapphire crystal tight with his physical body.}