#thevirtuos0

[desiderixm]

"What did I do?"

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The demon floats back sharpening his claws, “I know seeing with one eye helps you aim better, but I’m going to laugh when you accidentally grab someone’s breast with that poor depth perception.”

[starforgcd]

@thevirtuos0 | continued from here.

“As good as dead, is it?” he muses, and ducks his head forward to sniff curiously at the Ionian, nostrils flaring. Copper. Human blood. “Mortals are afraid of death, aren’t they? Though you don’t seem to be dying.”

 His tail lashes lazily behind him, slipping along the crystalline walls of the cave. “You’re excused. Though most mistakes are hardly irreparable. Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit, darling?”

[askdragonbladetalon]

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Jhin rest one hand on his hip, looking over his nails on his other hand. He looked up at the assassin, a quiet huff puffing from his chest.

“I had expected to see a different Noxian, but my statement still stands you are all so egocentric.”

Jhin couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the others comeback, quietly fixing how his cloak fit over himself before replying.

“Darling, come at my fasion choices when your cape isn’t made of knives. For God’s sake, I could have made something better in my sleep. That thing is hideous.”

The virtuoso leaned in a little bit, a hint of curiosity and gleam of mischief in his stare.

“Oh? How would you know I wear my mask all the time? Did I happen to have a stalker I didn’t know about? I’m touched, really. Maybe you should take notes.”

“...Can you not even tell Noxians apart?” Talon asked, even more incredulous now. His eyebrows shot upwards, Talon wondering who in Noxus he even resembled that closely. His dragonblade and bladed cloak were fairly unique. “You need bigger eyeholes for your mask if you’re getting me confused with other people.” He gave Jhin the best critical once over he could, copying Cassiopeia’s disdainful look as best as he could. Slightly lowered eyelids, uptilted chin, lips twisted into a sneer of distaste and one eyebrow arched as if she could hardly believe what she was seeing... “At least my cape of knives is useful. You can’t say the same for a mask that practically blinds you - and a shoulder gun that’s got your body out of balance. You’d fall over if I parkoured over your head.” And Talon would do it too. Parkouring over people was his latest method of expressing displeasure. It worked far better than insults and meant he was far away by the time they picked themselves up.

As for the question of whether Jhin wore the mask all the time, Talon paused and said, “If you aren’t wearing it all the time, you’re either careless or spend time undercover. Which is it?”

[voidprophecies]

@illuminouslux @thevirtuos0

(( guys, you’re supposed to hate me. you’re doing it wrong!!! ))

[hunters-vengeance]

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Humans killing other humans was not an unheard of concept to Varus. They were hypocritical beasts which begged for mercy and pleaded for peace in same breath they used to condemn their enemies to death. They slaughtered their brothers and neighbors over all manner of petty things-- land, ideals, fear, even love, strangely enough. It was both a mind boggling and hilarious thing for the darkin to observe. Hypocrites, the lot of them. They refused to admit they had a lust for blood, no matter how deeply they tried to keep it buried in their hearts.

Most humans were like that, at least. There were some rare, special few mortals which proved to be exceptions-- killers who owned up to their deeds and boasted the numbers of their felled quarry proudly. Those mortals, now they were admirable. Ruthless to the core, and proud of it. Varus could say he appreciated the honesty.

He was finding this man, no- self proclaimed artist, as it seemed, to be one of such interesting individuals. He should have killed the man on sight, he really should have, but he couldn’t keep himself away from his own curiosity. He felt compelled to know just how much blood this man routinely washed his hands with.

“Khada Jhin, was it?” Pale white eyes blinked up at the taller man, though the darkin kept ample distance between the two of them.

“You remind me so much of my brother, Aatrox. Similar outlooks, you and him. But what is it that makes your work beautiful?”

[charmed-arrows]

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“Eight, because its divisible by four. What was the saying? Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t? I’ve heard many stories, some I wonder if they are true.. but despite such horrific events, you are quite charming.”

[narcisisto-archive]

Jhin, Varus, Malzahar

Wed, Bed, Behead. — accepting

       “ Draven’s gotta go with beheading Jhin there. Nothing against the guy, would even say he’s bedroom material, but it’s the spotlight I’m annoyed with. He should step down while he has the chance. “

       “ When it comes to bed, it’s gotta be Varus. I mean, come on, he’s a literal creature. Who knows what it’s like down there? I can only imagine considering it’s three dudes in one body… so that’s gotta be one interesting night. “

       “ Last one left is Malzahar, and I’d wed him ‘cause honestly? The Void is really just a big unexplored territory that Draven wants to get his hands on. The Void couldn’t claim me if it tried, mostly because I’m far too amazing to drown in it. “

[goodandbadhearts]

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“How sad. I was hoping to get to know you a bit better.”

"How bout you fucking stop first?” He calls from quite a distance. Somehow...