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Just added Sona, Ahri, and Soraka to the RP/Ask Blog list!
Remember to PM me if you find any more, or if you would like to be on this list of rp'ers for reference!
sona-buvelle started following you
Swain placed both gnarled hands on the top of his walking stick. He bowed to the best of his ability, if only for a moment.
"Always an honor."
sona-buvelle replied to your post:
*trips over a bunch of cables, the lighting goes out*
*Groans.*
Tap
Stumbling through the outskirts of the Institute, Brand shambled homeward after a long evening at one of the local bars. The incessant summons he had experienced during the week had left him with little energy; his last reserve drowned in an endless wave of whiskey. He reached his door, the brisk air nipping at the flames that gently caressed his skin. He sifted through his keys, clumsily shoving a few into the lock before finding the correct key, a short, triumphant scoff erupting from him as the lock clicked open.
He slammed his heavy door shut behind him, his body illuminating the hall enough for him to find his light switch. Flicking it on, he was met with the familiar yet bland sights of his home. He sighed, walking towards his table where a bottle of whiskey beckoned for him to take a seat. Fuckin' Summoners are retarded. If I were in control, I wouldn't be dyin' at all. Ugh.
He groaned, drowning out the sound with a mouthful of whiskey before slamming the glass down on the table. Tap tap tap tap tap.
Well who could that be? It's late as fuck.
He rose out of his chair, following the sound slowly as it continued, seeming to originate from his bedroom.
Tap tap tap tap.
He turned and looked out his window, catching a glimpse of brilliant, blue hair; a smile growing across his face. He pushed the window open, leaning on the sill as he gazed out at Sona.
"Now, it's lovely to see ye and all, but ain't it a lil' late fer a lovely lassie like yerself to be out? Come 'round the front, I don't want ye catchin' a cold or somethin'."
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"Oh."
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((Sona is one of the few that have a chance of opening Yi's eyes, and helping him see the world in just one more way. One of the few that could teach him.))
sona-buvelle started following you
"Your music not only soothes hearts. It soothes the world itself."
Attention, I am abducting you three.
"I am identifying this as subtle hinting to go to the movies. We're seeing slaughterhouse 5: the reckoning. Rated: B for brutal - it is a classic. Considering that you're all going to be involved in the movie."
"There will be no negotiating."