#powerchxrd

[rvbmultimuse]

⚠ //shoves this @ you

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Was her job an easy one? Hell no. Any idiot could see that from a mile away. Sure, it had its good days and bad days like any other. So what would today count as? Well, less bad and more like, “Can I please get a do over??” as the woman in question was trying to keep hidden and out of sight after a few nasty shots here and there. Damn...freelancer or not, this was pretty bad and hurt like a bitch too. Biofoam...it had its uses and was a godsend, but it could only do so much for actual damage and pain. Focus, South, focus...first thing first and that was getting out of there so she could be on her merry way and to some medical attention.

Until she heard a foreign noise.

Well shit.

Instinctively, South would find herself pulling out her pistol and ready to shoot, even though she knew she wasn’t going to last too long if this dragged on. There was only so much even a freelancer could take after all.

“Alright...who the fuck are you and what do you want? I’m a little pressed for time so I’d appreciate it if you’d make it quick,” she snapped.

[bilgewaters-wings-blog]

Starter for powerchxrd!

Quinn hadn’t quite realized how much she’d missed Valoran’s favourite music until she heard it again. Sure, it was risky of her to be back in Demacia, given that she had managed to have herself pronounced dead in the nation shortly after her flight to Bilgewater. But risk was a part of her life now: some silly little notion in the back of her mind even said that she lived for risk. And the risk of travelling to the outskirts of Demacia to attend one of Sona Buvelle’s unforgettable performances? That was certainly a one worth taking. The Maven was perhaps Valoran’s most revered artist, and Quinn had a rather vivacious affinity for art. 

Quinn took her seat, alone at the back of the crowd. She was feeling unexpectedly out of her element in her old Demacian garbs, especially with the addition of a hooded cloak. Still, it was imperative that she obscure her face, and hide her windswept, braided blonde hair, which was far too reminiscent of Bilgewater for such a demure setting. Furthermore, her discomfort was only amplified by Valor’s absence, but bringing him along would have been perhaps the most blatant revelation of her identity. As concert-goers began to fill the auditorium, she only grew more anxious. What would happen if someone recognized her? If she were taken? As the house lights dimmed, Quinn was just about ready to slip away and make a break for her ship. But the moment the first chord was plucked, she was transfixed. 

Perhaps some rational part of her mind should have resented the way her fears were so quickly dissolved under the spell of the music. However, as the spotlight illuminated the performer and her instrument, Quinn’s will to listen quelled that rational part of her mind. The show was a sight for sore eyes and a sound for sore ears; Quinn wondered if she would be able to meet Sona after the performance. It was known that the Maven made for lovely company, and her portrait would surely be an equally lovely addition to Quinn’s journal. Besides; who could be trusted more than Sona not to spread word of Quinn’s presence in Demacia?

@powerchxrd

[summoner-renzus]

(( whines quietly that all my favorite Sona blogs aren’t around ))

[nagakabovros-blog]

( @powerchxrd​ ) Illaoi was sent skidding backwards due to a strong swing from the scythe of Thresh, the womans eyes filled with anger, she was debating..debating whether she should smash the harrowing creature into the ground..or take all those souls within him and put him through the test of Nagakabouros. The awfull thing had the nerve to cackle at Illaois position she was in. She was hunched over her hand clentching tightly to the handle of her idol..and she was glaring angrily at him and her other hand was holding her armored chest in pain. He struck her where it hurt, and that was her soul infact, Illaoi slowly began to stand up, her hand lifted the Eye of God up and onto her shoulder..she had decided what she wanted to do. Summoning up a few tentacles on the side, Illaoi held up her hand at Thresh and motioned for him to come at her with a small smirk on her face..she knew she wouldn’t make the next hit but she was going to try. Illaoi was going to break him no matter how many times she will die or get severely injured..she will carry this burden..she will put him through the trial. ‘ ‘ C o m e you abomination ! ‘ ‘ When he raised his weapon again, he lashed out at her and Illaoi moved quickly and grabbed ahold of his chain, the scythe was quick to come around and give her a nasty gash on her cheek. Illaoi let go and held her cheek and glared at the other, thats when Thresh went after her again with his scythe, her eyes widened suddenly as it neared her she didn’t have anytime to react..

[suddenlywheatley]

powerchxrd peacefullytheygo shadesofvictory //Hello thank you for the follows! TBH I haven’t played LoL or Destiny but I will do my best! <3 Also shadesofvictory I think i now you from my Tucker blog.//

[fricndship-blog]

powerchxrd && x

the boy was running after some kids, his little legs trying ever so hard to catch up but failing to keep on the juveniles’ tracks. they had cut off some of his linen && ran with it. that linen was so important to amumu, tears streaking across his cheeks at he tried to chase the kids. “p-- please give it back!” he yelled, crossing a street and passing a woman in blue by as he entered a demacian alley.

[psychoarsenal-blog]

powerchxrd has become collateral damage!

Eyes sunk into pallid, sharp features as the gunslinger rubbed her face into her palms, slapping at her cheeks to re-energize herself. This was definitely not the place to fall asleep; the strange crossroads between Zaun and Piltover. While there was nothing on either side of her on these outskirts of Piltover save for woodlands, the opening of water to her side and the mountains off on the far horizon, Jinx was still clenching Zapper in her hands for safety.

This was a dangerous place to suddenly claim exhaustion.

Caught between the two factions, Jinx collapsed to the ground- only for a second she murmured to Fishbones as he protested- and rubbed her sore limbs. Getting tased was not a fun experience, especially in front of a crowd of people. She had a reputation, man. Fucking cops didn’t get that.

She had barely made it outside of Piltover but was convinced that no one would pursue her. They were never stupid enough to try to find her outside of city limits, not after countless past excursions the cops had tried to make past their own boundaries. Zaun wasn’t a friendly place to Pilties that came looking for one of their own.

Pulling her knees up to her flat, bony chest, Jinx rested her forehead on a sharp knee, Zapper still clenched in a tired hand. She might’ve fallen asleep too if it wasn’t for the adrenaline ripping through her chest at the sound of someone approaching.

[vetrovit]

'There’s someone looking at you through the window.'

Lazy eyes stayed focused still. They didn’t appear to move. Facial features shifted here and there, and he is breathing. But he couldn’t care less if there was someone staring on. It wouldn’t be a surprise. If anything, it’s an invitation for another quick, meaningless battle. Wonder if he would get any use from hurting himself. Ah, no. It wouldn’t be good. There’s a reason why he wears those arm guards.

Minutes later, they had shifted in their direction. Head following, but not by much. He couldn’t make it who it could be, but it meant nothing for him as of this moment. Yasuo laughed, leaning back from where he’s sitting. After all, there’s no other way to complete the night than going around town, looking for a suitable tavern. “Nothing new. New day, same old habits.”

powerchxrd.