#noxianboxer

[yi-dashi-a]

Its your birfmas Hap birfmus

//Yes, one of the woes of the season

  Everyone is too busy christmas-ing to party with me

[fury-of-darkin]

noxianboxer:

The hint was taken and the bread put away. A treat for later, perhaps. "I can only wager a guess or two. New conflicts upon the horizon that require your blade? Or, perhaps, the reports of a Ionian wielding a living weapon and claiming it to be a darkin that I've been hearing have your attention?"

“In this case, it would be the latter... An Ionian is indeed wielding a Darkin weapon; one that he stole from a Noxian caravan, I might add.” He would have thought that Canus would have heard of that small detail, but no matter... “He is not the only Darkin to currently walk this world, of course, but this scythe warrants close observation on my part. He was always... Special among our kind.” And by special, he meant ambitious.

[umbra-iustitia]

A meeting of Fists [RP with noxianboxer]

It was evening in the western woodlands of Ionia, the Noxians had fully established their foothold and were beginning their probing attacks into the villages and cities of Navori.

A shadow flitted through the trees, without even a rustled leaf or startled animal to give its presence away.

Eventually, this shadow zipped up low hanging tree branches before hopping up higher and higher until he broke the canopy.

Zed hung from the pine tree’s pinnacle, one hand held on the trunk, feet on a knot of bark as he scoured the area, teal eyes picking apart every road below him for signs of Noxian enchroachment.

Eventually, Zed’s ears picked up the subtle tells of scouts pathfinding, then, not long after, men talking in the Noxian tongue.

Swiftly, Zed rushed down the tree and assumed a position behind a wide scrub. The months behind Noxian lines had done a number on his gear however, and Zed didn’t even have working blades anymore and only had a few Shuriken left, he would need to make them count.

So he would wait for the prime opportunity to strike.

[summoner-renzus]

Potential Allies

It was never a sure thing when it came to making alliances. Diplomacy was a fluid thing, always a dance of give and take, never certain just how deep the proposed relationship would go. More so was negotiating with Noxians; they were a notoriously stubborn people, always assuming they had the upper hand, and sometimes they were right.

Canus Ifrit. Renzus had arranged for this meeting through missive, a letter sent to the Noxian soldier’s home through his channels in High Command. Although there was no guarantee that the officer would respond, the First Crow suspected that Canus might be willing to at least hear him out. Finding people inside Noxus willing to heed the words of an outsider was a rare occurrence. Hopefully today might prove an exception.

The meeting point was an old watchtower due for decommissioning, an imposing structure to be sure, but the shadow cast by Noxus Prime tended to steal the thunder from anything else built by man. Renzus was waiting by the door, his dark cloak gently swaying in the evening wind, the sun setting in the distance. Canus wasn’t late, but the appointed hour was drawing close.

@noxianboxer

[recalibraticn-a-blog]

@noxianboxer

“Hey, watch where you’re goin’!” Rumble had been in a rather unpleasant mood all the day, and running into a longlegs definitely wasn’t something he planned on doing. Especially when his beloved mech was almost begging him for repairs.

[mortiscausa-blog]

noxianboxer replied to your chat: thresh: (incessantly follows people who frequently...

so what youre saying is basically Thresh is a cat who got fed by someone once an just follows them around for more )

i think thats pretty accurate unfortunately yes. the worst cat alive

[yi-dashi-a]

TARGET: @noxianboxer​​

With the myriad of new PROJECTs that had confronted his construct, Yi found himself on his guard. His sensors were primed and his blade firmly in grasp when another of clear Initiative make came into view. But he was without FEAR, nor did he have any RESERVATIONS. He’d been programmed for this. This was his EXPERTISE.

“Friend or FOE?” He asked, the words just as stern as they were sudden, “What is your designation, PROJECT? I have no records of your CONSTRUCT anywhere within my archives. Provide your information so that I might MAKE a file for you.”

[yi-dashi-a]

@noxianboxer liked [THE SUPER WUJU STARTER CALL]

Magic was a funny thing. It's behavior was unpredictable, and sticky, and its nature wild and vast. No one appreciated that more than the Wuju Bladesman, though really he wished he didn't as his lenses ticked and spluttered in the middle of a place that might recognize him for it, and for the worst. But he couldn't help trailing onto a soul that had wisps of an odd aura about them. Something was there, or at least something might have once been there, and Yi was too much of a curios cat to let the aura pass him by.

"Excuse me?" He called brazenly, trying too catch the man and his attention, "Perhaps this is forward, but could I have a word for a moment, Stranger? I see in you, or around you, something I find most peculiar..." He frowned behind his active lenses. Of all the strangers he had approached, this had to be the worst opening, but there was little he could do to take it back, "... I am a pursuer of unique individuals, you will find."