#shereigns

[corpsetalker]

❛ Seems a waste. All this history, torched if we go down. ❜

          “ We..? ”

          Katarina glanced around at the rows and rows of shelves around them, taking into consideration the thousands upon thousands of books that must have been in just this one section. Not open to the public, of course, but this library was impressive. She could appreciate that, in a way. Felt bad for the suckers who had to write it all down. Blade in one hand, she flipped a book open with her other, turning to no certain page in particular and read a few words. Must have been something about an era she wasn’t alive for which didn’t exactly interest the assassin much. Why should it? Not like she could change the past.

          “ Never been much of a reader myself. Didn’t have the time for it as a kid. Unless it was direct family history or ways to kill someone, I didn’t get to read it. Sure my sister would appreciate this more than me… Are all these really history books? ”

[faemoria-arch]

        ¨   as do i  .  an exchange it shall be then  .   ¨

       COUNTLESS  array  ,  MILLIONS  even  ,  of flowers which might be deemed  𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓵  .  a black rose is  ,  of course  ,  the common  NAME  ,  but all things have their histories for the memory queen to know  ,  &&  any who believe the symbol nothing more than an off-pigmented flower are as deceived of its power of which to reflect as they are  𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽  to be .       what the memory queen presents is oft-thought  UNOBTAINABLE  by those who have even the privilege to know it 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼  .  more valuable than the very city the two now dwell within  ,  all its armies  &&  architecture  &&  CLAWED  riches in mind   .  coursing with more magic than could be found in every laboratory  &&  college  within noxus  ,  demacia  ,  zaun  ,  &&  bilgewater joined   ;  && above all it hungers for more  ,  𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼  .       too close a proximity  ,  let alone attempt to  handle  it  ,  spells death for most anything with a  LIFE  to give  ;  the sovereign carries it delicately in her fingers as she might  𝓪𝓷𝔂  other flower  ,  brushing wine lips against the petals  &&  taking in the scent with a pleased calm that has continued to linger since the kiss   .  

              ¨  for every hundred impostors there is one truth at the center to surpass them all ,  no  ?  how very    𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵   to find her in my life time    ¨

                                                       @shereigns​​​          ♢  c ; the gay we deserve .

[mercless]

do they have anything they wish they could do? Like a special talent (baking or painting or knitting) ? A secret indulgence?

Talon was never taught anything academically beyond basic writing and reading. They have made it a habit of taking books out of the Du Couteau estate library and reading through the books trying to learn more words. They are fascinated by the craftsmanship that goes into blacksmithing and creating weaponry, though they’ve never seemed to have a good enough excuse to learn about the craft or visit a smithy, and instead read as much about Noxian armoury and weaponry in books as they can.

Talon is also teaching themselves how to cook beyond just the essential knowledge of how to make raw food edible. They also have a natural talent for drawing, though they never put the time into honing the skill. Though able to sketch anything in front of them remarkably well, on the creative front, they’re not the best.Beyond all of this, Talon puts a majority of their time into training and honing their skills. The most indulgent activity they really allow themselves is reviewing the craft of their collection of weapons.

[mercless]

What do you think their top speed is, like average time they can clear a mile, vs how well they can do it with obstacles, are they faster with obstacles or just outright running? endurance vs stamina?

Fully armoured and outfitted with weapons, Talon’s top speed would be around  28 km/h or 17.4 mph, for a full sprint for around 100m, while their average running speed fully armoured would be around 25 km/h. Though I doubt they could keep that up for a whole mile.Talon is much more at home free running and using their environment to their advantage. Although they would struggle with running a small marathon at top speeds, they could go for ages jumping around rooftops and climbing walls in a blink of an eye. For daily training, Talon has been known to traverse from one side of Noxus Prime to the other.Although Talon is a fast runner, their upper and lower body strength is nearly even.

just for fun, I worked out the math for talon’s fastest speed in-game excluding any item buffs, which is 569.5calculating that using units as the measurement (100 units = 1m) talon can reach speeds of ~20.5 km/h with no buffs in-game!

[indictvs]

       ❝  no  real  god  needs  to  prove  himself.        anyone  who  tries  is  either  mad  or  lying.  ❞

@shereigns  ||  s.c.

[indictvs]

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[defensator1]

how do you think his sleep patterns effect his appetite? What’s his usual menu made up of? His favorite foods?

meta asks! / accepting@shereigns

jayce usually has a normal appetite and keeps to a schedule for his three meals of the day, aside the few circumstances where he’s so hyperfocused he can’t bother to keep tabs on time. he even has a gioparan assistant keep tabs on that sort of stuff, his dear ‘babysitter’ as he fondly calls her, gemma—since he’s a fine asset to his patrons, they give him certain benefits, or in his opinion, certain tortures, such as having a personal assistant, a secretary of sorts that keeps tabs on his schedules and appointments, something he never required or desired. 

needless to say it, he detests it.

it’s worth mentioning her because she also makes sure to keep his kitchen furnished with the closest thing to pre-cooked meals piltover has, since everyone who knows him on a personal level knows he’s an absolutely atrocious cook and tends not to care enough to pick that knowledge up. since they can’t have piltover’s hero go out of shape or sick (though they don’t quite manage stopping THAT from happening), the giopara have that covered as well, so he hardly chooses his own menu.

not that it matters, really. he’s not a picky eater and he’s never been into eating for pleasure anyway. 

as for foods... yes, he’s never been too into eating for pleasure, but he doesn’t like overly sweet things aside maybe candied fruit (?) and has a potent love of coffee, which he favors over tea despite how many piltovans tend to enjoy their noon tea. oh! and as another exception, if he’s ever tasted it, he definitely loves dark chocolate.

[corpsetalker]

❛ What we have here is violence and death. ❜

So loud. Kat never understood the appeal of clicky heels. She might not have noticed her entrance had they not been a dead giveaway. Not that it mattered much; Everyone else in the room was either dead or currently drowning in their own blood while Katarina sat REVELING in her success – Feet kicked up onto the table, drinking the only unpoisoned glass in the joint. Even still, the sound did instinctively cause a hand to now rest against the hilt of a dagger. The voice was of no comfort.

To confirm it was in fact who she thought it was, the assassin leaned back in her chair causing it’s front two legs to lift off the ground. Her neck craned back further and further until she was nearly upside down in order to see the other woman behind her, balancing perfectly. Ugh, why did I even look?

It wasn’t that she HATED the woman, she just hated not knowing whether her motives were truly for the greater benefit of Noxus or something else. Paranoid? Maybe. Untrustworthy? Definitely.

“ A BRILLIANT observation, my lady! ”

The chair hit the ground with a loud SLAM and Katarina was on her feet in the blink of an eye. With a blade in each hand, she did an awkward attempt at a half-bow-half-curtsy. How did that go again? Left foot in front or behind..? Ah, screw it. It was all sarcasm, anyway.

“ Occupational hazard, I’m afraid. Although, I’m sure YOU can understand that. ”  Green eyes rolled skyward as she turned and took her seat again, feet back up on the table.  “ Join me for a drink? ”