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If I gave you a powerful artefact that was around before you ever were would you love me then?
…I AM TEMPTED TO SAY YES.
…THOUGH THIS RAISES THE QUESTION OF SELLING AFFECTION FOR OBJECTS. THERE IS SOMETHING MORALLY QUESTIONABLE THERE. I DO NOT WISH TO BE A HARLOT LIKE MALZAHAR.
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AH, SUMMONER… THERE IS AN ODDNESS TO YOU I CAN NEVER PLACE, AND AS SUCH I WOULD SAY THAT ODDNESS IS WHAT I FIRST NOTICE. HOWEVER, THIS IS USUALLY AFTER I HAVE CAUGHT SIGHT OF YOU IN PERSON. ONE DAY I SHALL WORK OUT WHAT THAT ODDNESS IS. PERHAPS SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR INNATE MAGICS.
[If you don't mind me asking, what it your AU for Artorias? I say this out of curiosity and interest. I always like to see what alternates people do with characters.]
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Well, in canon the Abysswalker is nothing but an mindless creature which is completely possessed by the dark and leaves no one the chance to turn back once his victim is within his sight. Also he has no way of verbal communication other than growling and groaning. Not to mention his shield arm being broken, better said smashed to dust.
The way I portray him can be pre or post-abyss depending on the wishes of my rp-partner or my own wish, in both cases however he does have a free will and a voice to converse with.
Non the less I try to be as canon as possible, what can be quite diffcult to do sometimes considering Dark Souls being a game which loves to hide the lore very well and one does need to work hard to get informations
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Dear Die-ry,
Why do I not talk to Misu more? The other day I asked her for some advice on the Void, and she absolutely delivered. She’s such a strange entity, just the kind I like to keep in my company. I really ought to do something nice for her one of these days, perhaps I’ll bring her a gift. I bet she’d appreciate the intricate flavors of pig-man. She’s always hungry.
summonermisu replied to your post: laughs a lot because vilesamael isn’t taken as a...
my husbando pls be quieto i am eating crackers in my hideout in peace
*screechy noises*
summonermisu replied to your post: her biggest skill is her butt!
It’s definitely an “Asset” though…pfffff-The grey faces you get are hilarious.
"... I see what you did there. And no. They're not ALL funny; some of them like that one are a bunch of buttheads... by which I mean all that floats around in their heads are thoughts about butts."
Not as expected {For Misu}
Xerath leant down to push the last few grains of sand into place.
Within his room at the Institute he had created a large circle of the glittering material. Everything else in the dark quarters had been pushed to one side, and his fierce glow just about picked out the edges of some furniture - literally the bare minimum and only used for guests. The walls were inscribed heavily with runes, but none of them currently glowed.
Inside the sand circle on the floor, he had traced an intricate design, the flowing pattern weaving all across the curved shape, mystical symbols and arrays scrawled into the very edges of the ring.
Xerath hovered over to an open book on the old table by the door, and viewed it's pages with interest. It was complete! Chuckling at his achievement, the Magus returned to the edge of the circle, humming softly in the silence. As he reached the edge, he spread his large claws, energy arcing from him as lightning and gently earthing itself below him.
"LET US SEE THIS 'BANNED MAGIC'."
He raised his claws then, until they were level with his head, words of power flowing from him as he recited the incantation. A spell to summon demons, a spell to summon darkness! The power surged through him, limited as it was by his Sarcophagus, and the feeling was blissful. The words complete, a storm of energy exploded into the room, sending Xerath flying back until he met the wall with a crack, landing heavily at the base in all but a pile of rubble.
As he recovered, picking himself up, he noticed a humanoid shape in the magical fog before him...
((For Misu~!))
The Ascended Magus' curiosity knew no bounds. By his very nature he was always seeking new information and his research filled his time most thouroughly. Of course, it was all rather suspicious and questionable in nature, and few people wished him success in hsi goals, simply by the cruelty of his personality. His arrogance was an unstoppable force unto itself.
He was in Noxus. The dark streets were nothing to be frightened of as no mugger or thug would dare cross his sparking, volatile power. The glow from his arcane-charged body lit up the night as he gently floated along, a piece of paper with an address in his clawed hand, the paper singed from where it had touched him. He'd been on his way to track down a Noxian Summoner, but for now was just exploring the streets, always drawn to sources of power.
Anything that emitted any kind fo arcane energy drew Xerath like a moth to a flame. He drifted down the road almost unaware that he was being reeled in by someone else, albiet unintentionally. Though the darkness and quiet, he finally made out a figure ahead of him in the gloom, and was instantly suspicious.
"IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON ROBBING ME, MORTAL, YOU'LL FIND MY PATIENCE WEARING THIN."
He slowed, waiting to see who, or what, it was that approached him.
