#hail teemo

[laural-and-friends]

🎵

Don’t need no cash, ain’t got no soulDon’t need no flesh, just want controlNever going up, you know it’s just the way I do itI want the gold, I ain’t no sucker, babyAnd when you least expect itI’ll be coming for ya

//Let’s combine some M!A’s here. *rubs hands together*

It started as just another peaceful visit to the mansion. Void was showing Laural how to play a neat new game. It was some game on a strange device that Void had. Laural thought he was cheating and using his robot parts to change the game. They were having fun.

The problem with demons is that they don’t play by the rules of the lives of mortals. Laural stiffens and drops his controller. He begins to shake as black tears flow from his eyes. The flowers growing on his body wither and burst into flame. A pair of curling horns appear along with a forked tail. Laural is screaming. The flowers continue to burn. His eyes change and his face contorts into a vicious smirk.

A dark chuckle comes from the chest of the yordle as he rises in the air on dark wings. “Greetings Corrupted One.” Laural said. “I have finally come for you.”

@the-void-fish

[laural-and-friends]

knock knock (ionianpress)

7. Your character walking in on mine making a shady transaction.

The contract was almost complete. The little yordle man was in tears begging him to help find his missing daughter. Fool. His daughter had been dead for months now. How had he not heard? Or was he in denial? Either way it was an easy contract to fulfill and another soul to collect. All the the yordle had to do was sign the contract.

He had found the man sitting alone at a desk. Laural had made himself known only after making sure no one else was in the room. He didn’t think to check the area, but it was late who else would be around. He had spun his tale to the yordle before offering his deal. Laural would help the yordle find his daughter, but it would cost him his soul. Laural found that parents would do anything for their children. This yordle was no different.

@ionianpress

[laural-and-friends]

"...I feel like I missed something, what the...?"

“What’s the matter Soldier Boy? Devil got your tongue?” Laural laughed and grabbed his stomach as he floated backwards in the air.

[laural-and-friends]

Walks up to the demon with a box in his hands, "H-Here...I-I made this for you..." He blushed and held the box up.

Laural raised an eyebrow as the exorcist approaches him. “Do you honestly think I would fall for such an obvious trap. You may be cute, but you’re still an exorcist Cutie. “Now if there was a cute little costume in there for you to wear then we can go somewhere. I think a little bunny outfit with a butt flap for easy access would be best.” Laural licks his lips and smiles.

[laural-and-friends]

😱

He had found the yordle staring at the water, but instead of his reflection Rex only saw Laural. The demon rose from the reflection in the water as the other yordle screamed. “Ahh yes music to my ears. Do it again. It brings me joy to hear your screams.” He growled the word joy. As he hovered above the water’s edge.

[laural-and-friends]

The scout tilted his head, "Have we met before? You look familiar..."

“No I think not.” Laural said sneering. “I think I would recognize that stink in any incarnation.”

[laural-and-friends]

Care to dance with a demon, demon?

“Why do wish to dance? There is no one here to entertain. You do not have to put on your facade for me. This body does not know you anyways. Though it may remember if I ever leave.” Laural said. He hovered before the other yordle. A neutral expression on his face. “What do you need from me? There are many souls in Bandle City that need taking.”

[laural-and-friends]

"Knock knock" //This will be fun with Classic Janna and Lil'Devil Laural

3. Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals.

//I’m dying @storms-flirty

The table was set. Laural sat at the head of the table. A small ring of fire surrounded the scene of the tea party. In the chair to his left was a stuffed Teemo that was missing an eye and had a cigarette burn in the middle of it’s forehead. In the chair to his right was a headless baby doll that had scorch marks all over and was stained with soot. The chair directly across held a pristine stuffed replica of Lil’Devil Laural.

“I don’t do this often, but I hope you appreciate the effort I put into all this.” The tea set was sitting in the charred remains of some house in the woods Laural had just recently vacated. The only thing left standing was a blackened frame of the single story 4 room home. He grabbed the black iron teapot and began tea that looked like liquid tar in each of the cups.