The Hemomancer

Come forth, summoner! You look like someone with a lot going on beneath the surface!

[thehemomancervladimir]

Coming into the open! (Come RP with me)

Hello Champions and Summoners. I will be making my entrance back into the scene. Let us see if we can find out what's going on beneath the flesh!

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation II)

A second knock rang out on the large door. After excusing himself from the Ionian Fox, the first guest to arrive, he walked to the large wooden beast. It squealed as he pulled on its hinges. "And who might guest number two be?"

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation)

[thehemomancervladimir]

"The third bottle is reserved for the host I am afraid to say. I don’t think it will be to your taste." With that he popped the cork on the other bottle and poured her a small glass. He wasn’t quite sure how fast she was going to escalate into a drunken stupor, but if things got out of hand he might have to send her home before the other guests arrive.

[ahrithe9tailfox]

"Ah one of your special blends I take it?" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly as her ears twitched. She knew it most likely was one of his odd concoctions that he liked to drink. It wouldn’t surprise her at all. However she didn’t plan to get to out of control tonight. The first glass would be for her nerves, her second for her to relax. After that she didn’t plan to more. 

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Yes, one could call it that, I call it 'O' myself." He handed her the glass and sat back in his arm chair. "I'm honestly rather surprised to see you coming to my little get together, and on top of that you were the first one here, well done!"

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation)

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Been on my toes, I had quite the time cleaning up the place, but fear not I had a little help. The institute is coming to that time where people like myself see less action on the field. How about you?" He motioned towards two different wines that were both shimmering in deep red hues. "Which would you prefer?" A third bottle sat a little farther back and away from the others. "The first is Noxus’ finest aged wine, and the other is something I picked up from the Institute. I can’t really say how good it is, seeing as how this is my first bottle."

[ahrithe9tailfox]

Ahri smiled as she listed to him. “What bout that third one? Or should it be saved until everyone else is here?” She asked, her ears twitching. “Otherwise I think trying the one from the Institute will be best. In case its a bad one then the others won’t miss out on much.” She said with a smile

[thehemomancervladimir]

"The third bottle is reserved for the host I am afraid to say. I don't think it will be to your taste." With that he popped the cork on the other bottle and poured her a small glass. He wasn't quite sure how fast she was going to escalate into a drunken stupor, but if things got out of hand he might have to send her home before the other guests arrive.

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation)

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Ah, yes a most honored guest. Please come inside, have a seat, relax and let me pour you a drink. We have other guests arriving shortly." As he beckoned her inside the sight of chandeliers with many candles and well lit candelabras filled the room. He really had prepared for company in the best way he knew how. The room had several fine chairs that whose leather was practically unblemished. One chair looked very familiar though, the great arm chair which sat near a large desk.

[ahrithe9tailfox]

Ahri couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing his old favored chair. She was surprised to see that he had cleaned up the place, she was sure that no one had come to clean it since she was last here. She took her time to cross the room, decided to take a seat in the chair nearest to him. “How have you been?” She asked out loud, letting her eyes wonder about the room.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Been on my toes, I had quite the time cleaning up the place, but fear not I had a little help. The institute is coming to that time where people like myself see less action on the field. How about you?" He motioned towards two different wines that were both shimmering in deep red hues. "Which would you prefer?" A third bottle sat a little farther back and away from the others. "The first is Noxus' finest aged wine, and the other is something I picked up from the Institute. I can't really say how good it is, seeing as how this is my first bottle."

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation)

Three small knocks sung against the ancient wood of the tower’s massive door. The sound resonated throughout the old stones and the Blood Mage was quick to the door. “I wonder who our first guest will be tonight. The hour is still young and there is much to do if I intend to make everything work out as planned.” With an eager hand he pulled the door open to greet his first guest!

[ahrithe9tailfox]

She had received the hand written note not long before he held the event. It was strange to be invited to his tower again. After the last events she grew nervous. Yet she still waited, standing outside in her well fitted black dress. Once the door was opened she couldn’t help but give him a soft grin. Would things be awkward? Would they even get along?

"Vladimir, it pleasant to see you again." The fox spoke softly. "I’m glad to see your doing well."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Ah, yes a most honored guest. Please come inside, have a seat, relax and let me pour you a drink. We have other guests arriving shortly." As he beckoned her inside the sight of chandeliers with many candles and well lit candelabras filled the room. He really had prepared for company in the best way he knew how. The room had several fine chairs that whose leather was practically unblemished. One chair looked very familiar though, the great arm chair which sat near a large desk.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

The world began to spin as the teleportation process began. It was only a moment before they had arrived at the lonely looming tower. Eagerly he opened the great door, offering her first entry. “I promise that I’ve started fixing the place up… no mater what it looks like. I don’t know if I mentioned it, but my last guest left it in quite a wreck.”

They entered the dark room which was lit by a solo candle that burned with an almost unholy glow. He lit several other beacons before the entirety of it could be seen. Almost all of the shelves, that once held a variety of lore and grimoires, had been turned over and spilled upon the cold stone floor. “Like I said, it is still rather a mess, hardly the place for guests but it will have to do.”

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

She took a look around the tower. It certainly wasn’t the same elegant abode she remembered. “It seems that you always have unruly guests. Or maybe you’re just not a gracious host?,” Morgana chuckled to herself. The Fallen Angel quietly stood near the single flame that lit the room as Vladimir went to go light more candles. “I’m kidding, of course,” she quickly excused herself, realizing that she may have offended him. 

As more flames were lit, the overturned shelves and furniture came into view for Morgana. “If I may ask… who exactly were your last guests? I hope I wasn’t one of them. Even if I was enraged, I wouldn’t leave my host’s home like this. But, I don’t mind the mess, by the way. I’m sure it won’t sour the atmosphere for good conversation, yes?,” the Fallen Angel asked, insisting that the tower was fine in its current condition. She really didn’t mind, it was already so rare for her to get invitations.

Bending down to pick up a couple of the books on the floor, she put them back on the closest shelf. As quietly as she could, Morgana mustered as much strength as she could to bring a knocked down bookcase upright again. “This actually isn’t as big of a mess as you may see it,” she cracked an optimistic smile, then added in good humor, “Besides, it’s starting to look like the elegant abode I remember.”

[thehemomancervladimir]

"You must forgive me... due to the effects of my former self I cannot recall the last time you were here at the tower. Due refresh my memory if you would be so kind." He offered a seat to the Dark Mage, for surely he didn't invite her here to do his work. He had to straighten the room eventually, but that time was not now. "Please have a seat, relax, and let me pour you something to wet your lips so that the conversation, that may in some cases bore those of lesser value, may not seize your breath. Not to say that you are of any lesser intellect, for an Angel such as yourself I'm sure you greatly supersede me, but please, be blunt with me, when was the last time you were here?

[thehemomancervladimir]

Cordially Invited (Open: Invitation)

Three small knocks sung against the ancient wood of the tower's massive door. The sound resonated throughout the old stones and the Blood Mage was quick to the door. "I wonder who our first guest will be tonight. The hour is still young and there is much to do if I intend to make everything work out as planned." With an eager hand he pulled the door open to greet his first guest!

[thehemomancervladimir]

(Rules of Cordially Invited)

If you were invited by the Blood Mage feel free to show up! The opener will start for the most part with a knock on the door... feel free to pick up @ any point and once guests have arrived I encourage you mingle with each other. This will be a fun event, lets rock it!

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

He laughed gently. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, it of course depends on what kind of surprise you receive.” He gave her a smile that hinted something a bit more wicked before they arrived at the area they could teleport away. “Are you ready?”

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana rolled her eyes. She knew he was up to something, but the Fallen Angel was well aware of his tricks and games. When the time called for it, she’d make sure he’ll think twice before doing anything strange to her. “I’ve had good and bad surprises,” the Fallen Angel shrugged. “Let’s see which kind you’ll have waiting for me. Let’s go.”

[thehemomancervladimir]

The world began to spin as the teleportation process began. It was only a moment before they had arrived at the lonely looming tower. Eagerly he opened the great door, offering her first entry. "I promise that I've started fixing the place up... no mater what it looks like. I don't know if I mentioned it, but my last guest left it in quite a wreck."

They entered the dark room which was lit by a solo candle that burned with an almost unholy glow. He lit several other beacons before the entirety of it could be seen. Almost all of the shelves, that once held a variety of lore and grimoires, had been turned over and spilled upon the cold stone floor. "Like I said, it is still rather a mess, hardly the place for guests but it will have to do."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Oh its pure." He interjected. "I had a taste only moments ago…" A small smirk building on his face.

"A surprise you say… well, I don’t know if you can handle the surprises I gave to my last guest. Did you know that the lowest room in my tower is in fact a bedroom…hehe!!" He laughed to himself for a moment before continuing. "I put it there so that those who are sick and want to be forgotten can rest… it is where I should be currently, but you know how duty calls on the fields and the most keen of times."

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana frowned a bit at his interjection and narrowed her eyes. “Hmph, if you say it’s pure, I’ll leave that to you to decide. I myself am not a blood mage, so what the hell do I know about these things?” Putting that small matter aside, she gave him an odd look at the mention of the bedroom. Was she going to be spending another night out again? The Fallen Angel wasn’t quite sure of what to think of this. 

"Ah, yes, the Fields of Justice are very annoying- I mean, demanding," she sighed, recalling how she had just been on the free rotation of champions a few weeks ago. Her aching body had still not yet recovered. "You offer shelter to the sick? I didn’t know that you could be so noble and charitable," Morgana cackled to herself. "I’m kidding, of course. As for the surprise, I’m sure I can handle it. I’ve more than my fill of surprises in this life. One more can’t kill me."

[thehemomancervladimir]

He laughed gently. "Don't get ahead of yourself, it of course depends on what kind of surprise you receive." He gave her a smile that hinted something a bit more wicked before they arrived at the area they could teleport away. "Are you ready?"

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

The demon that once ate away at my soul is buried father down than any single person could unearth easily.” He assured her before walking with her warm hand in his. “I have some things to finish around my tower, would you mind if that is where we go? I have some refreshments waiting about for the gathering I’m having soon; the one I mentioned a moment ago. I think there is plenty to secure a whimsical evening of conversation and maybe a little more.” He verbally paused thinking on what he said. “I don’t want that to sound wrong, I assure you my intentions are more pure than the blood coursing through your angelic veins, heh.”

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana listened, nodding as she finally understood what became of the strange blood lord that drove Vladimir to do things that he would regret. She wished that she could say the same for the Blade Mistress, but she would tell that tale on another night. Morgana had a feeling that Vladimir could offer some decent, interesting conversation. The Fallen Angel needed simple things to distract her from the many complicated issues in her life. 

"A pleasant, interesting conversation would be nice," the Fallen Angel replied, slowing down her pace so that Vladimir could keep up. She figured that coming out here already took a lot out of him. "I’ve been to your tower before. I don’t mind visiting again, I know that this visit will most definitely better than the last." Morgana didn’t want to recall the mess she caused last time, but it was inevitable to bring it up. She came with a favor to ask of him and things got way out of hand. That wasn’t going to happen again.

She laughed at his last comment, “My blood? Pure? Ha, if you had a taste now, I’m pretty sure it’s the farthest thing from pure.” Not that she wanted to suggest that he could have a taste, but Morgana couldn’t help but laugh at the remark. “I haven’t taken your words the wrong way, Vladimir, I assure you. A little more is just simply something vague implied, which could be anything. The refreshments you mentioned could be the little more. Anything other than conversation could be considered as a little more. But, I’ll leave that up to you to surprise me with.”

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Oh its pure." He interjected. "I had a taste only moments ago..." A small smirk building on his face.

"A surprise you say... well, I don't know if you can handle the surprises I gave to my last guest. Did you know that the lowest room in my tower is in fact a bedroom...hehe!!" He laughed to himself for a moment before continuing. "I put it there so that those who are sick and want to be forgotten can rest... it is where I should be currently, but you know how duty calls on the fields and the most keen of times."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well I am glad that you forgive me, and this gives me a prime moment to transition to my next topic of discussion. I am having a little get together with the only people I consider ‘friends.’ It would mean a great deal to me if you would attend." Slowly he rose to his feet. He took a moment to stabilize himself, but once he had his footing he felt fine. He took a great bow and her hand. A soft kiss on the back of the hand precluded his next question, "However the night is young and I would very much enjoy an audience if it isn’t completely intolerable.

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

"My, I’m quite glad I’m seeing a polite gentleman now. Is this the far more pleasant side of you that you’ve been hiding away from me?," the Fallen Angel teased with a chuckle. She could see that he was still struggling to keep a calm, cool resolve, given his condition. "Politely asking for an audience with me? Why, how could I say no to that?," the Fallen Angel gracefully accepted his request, giving a short curtsy for kicks. She took his hand again, "I shall grant you an audience with myself, but are you so sure that you’ll be quite alright?"

[thehemomancervladimir]

The demon that once ate away at my soul is buried father down than any single person could unearth easily." He assured her before walking with her warm hand in his. "I have some things to finish around my tower, would you mind if that is where we go? I have some refreshments waiting about for the gathering I'm having soon; the one I mentioned a moment ago. I think there is plenty to secure a whimsical evening of conversation and maybe a little more." He verbally paused thinking on what he said. "I don't want that to sound wrong, I assure you my intentions are more pure than the blood coursing through your angelic veins, heh."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"To answer your first question, I don’t think your hatred is odd… but yes your hatred for me is odd. I was a monster. I was not myself. I could go on for hours trying to explain how a lesser half of me was eating away at my physical form and causing me to say things that were not true. It is what bore those ills that you now feel towards me, but I assure you that if there were every any sincere feelings behind what I have done in the past it would be the respect I have for you."

Slowly the blood mage pushed himself up against the wall. “You HAD a respect for me? Heh, that’s a shame. I would like to say that my life will be long and lacking of regret, but if I cannot re-earn that respect surely that would be a sin on my life.”

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana did not dare mention her struggles with the Blade Mistress. She wanted to express all of her sympathy on the subject, how she, too, understood what it felt like to live with a monster inside of oneself. It was a pain that she knew few could ever feel and even fewer would ever understand. “…If what you’re saying is true…,” the Fallen Angel started, her voice started to quiver, still a bit disturbed at his confession. She was even more disturbed by what she was about to say. 

"I… forgive you, Vladimir," Morgana looked to him with determined, serious eyes. Something in her heart was telling her that she was wrong to forgive him, but something else also made her want to do so. She herself was not in control of what and how she thought and act, what right did she have to judge him for suffering the same? "You said that you were not yourself when you did those things. In that case, my hatred was simply misguided. I don’t hate you, I hate the monster that made you do it." 

She chuckled at his last remark. “It would be a sin for you to not earn my respect again?” Morgana got up and walked over to where Vladimir had propped himself up against the wall. The Fallen Angel put a hand on his shoulder, “It would be an even greater sin for me not to forgive you.”

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well I am glad that you forgive me, and this gives me a prime moment to transition to my next topic of discussion. I am having a little get together with the only people I consider 'friends.' It would mean a great deal to me if you would attend." Slowly he rose to his feet. He took a moment to stabilize himself, but once he had his footing he felt fine. He took a great bow and her hand. A soft kiss on the back of the hand precluded his next question, "However the night is young and I would very much enjoy an audience if it isn't completely intolerable.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

His face froze. “Is there really something that I have to want from you? Why do I have to have a purpose for wanting to be around you. I didn’t realize you rated yourself among the drones that walk around this Institute. You are the only one who has a half decent back bone, this I respect. It is something I enjoy to see, so much so that I would go out of my way to come find you.” He took a deep breathe. “I don’t know how to say the things that I am. I just am. I exist and thusly I act upon what I think is a good idea. No matter how violent you act towards me I can’t do anything but pause, aye for there is the respect; a respect built upon your odd hate for me.”

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana let go of him and gently laid him back down on his back, giving him an incredulous, confused look. “You really are an odd mortal, aren’t you?,” the Fallen Angel quietly hissed to herself. Her harsh tongue was ready for another slew of angry words and threats, but admitting his respect for her made her silence herself. The corners of her mouth twitched a little, they wanted to say something bad and mean, but now they couldn’t. “You… respect me?,” Morgana asked. “Don’t make me laugh.” 

The Fallen Angel let out a hearty cackle at first, but then ceased once the expression on his face confirmed that he was indeed serious. “Damn it, you’re serious, aren’t you?,” Morgana sighed, feeling exhausted from him getting her worked up at this late hour. “You think my hatred for you is odd? Ha! How can I not hold a grudge for what you’ve made me feel in the past and what you’ve done to me? Those many things give me many a reason to hate you, Vladimir.” 

She quickly regained her confidence and spoke again with a fierce demeanor, “I am indeed a very vengeful, angry being. But, there is reason behind all that I hate. Remember that, despite your… strange rationale and existence.” Morgana clenched her fists and bit her bottom lip as she was about to say something again, but stopped. “If we’re going to be completely honest with each other here, you might as well know that I, too, once held a profound, strange respect for you and your blood magic.” 

"But, that is all in the past now," she thought, holding back the urge to say those words.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"To answer your first question, I don't think your hatred is odd... but yes your hatred for me is odd. I was a monster. I was not myself. I could go on for hours trying to explain how a lesser half of me was eating away at my physical form and causing me to say things that were not true. It is what bore those ills that you now feel towards me, but I assure you that if there were every any sincere feelings behind what I have done in the past it would be the respect I have for you."

Slowly the blood mage pushed himself up against the wall. "You HAD a respect for me? Heh, that's a shame. I would like to say that my life will be long and lacking of regret, but if I cannot re-earn that respect surely that would be a sin on my life."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Please, dear Angel," He said in her arms. "A moment with you is the greatest healing you could give me." His body remained just as limp as he gently smiled at how cheesy his own quote was.

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana scoffed and retorted sarcastically, “Ha! Keep that up and I might actually fall in love with you again.” The Fallen Angel looked back at the sick Hemomancer with confused, angry eyes. “Why are you saying such things? More importantly, why are you showing this condition of yours to me, of all people?” She had stopped channeling her healing magic once she had done all she could. “Pfft, you’d probably much prefer another woman’s arms anyway. Another woman who’d actually be glad to help you.” 

She then grew tired of this silly drama. Morgana then tightly grabbed each of his shoulders and made his eyes meet her serious gaze. “Be serious with me for a second, Vladimir,” the Fallen Angel nearly growled out those words, suppressing her angry undertone. “…Just… what the hell do you want from me?”

[thehemomancervladimir]

His face froze. "Is there really something that I have to want from you? Why do I have to have a purpose for wanting to be around you. I didn't realize you rated yourself among the drones that walk around this Institute. You are the only one who has a half decent back bone, this I respect. It is something I enjoy to see, so much so that I would go out of my way to come find you." He took a deep breathe. "I don't know how to say the things that I am. I just am. I exist and thusly I act upon what I think is a good idea. No matter how violent you act towards me I can't do anything but pause, aye for there is the respect; a respect built upon your odd hate for me."

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Well, well, well," Morgana turned around and put a hand on her hip as she heard someone else strolling through the Institute's gardens. She was certain that she could've gotten away with being there alone at this hour, but the Hemomancer's appearance proved her wrong. "Look who's decided to show his face around here again," she gave him an annoyed glare before turning her back to him again, muttering quietly to herself, "Not like anyone here wants to see a monster like you."

"Obviously I am wanted to some extent, even you wave me down as I pass. And here I was thinking that I was hated, this sweet angel has the time to grace me with her attention." He smiled brushing a finger against his lips. It was seldom that he did not wear his metal claws, but today was one of those rare occasions.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Hemoplague…" He gasped slowly rolling towards her.

[the-fallen-angel-morgana-deacti]

Morgana sighed and rolled her eyes at his one word answer. “So your own ultimate ability has turned its back on you, how tragic,” she refrained from the sarcasm as much as she could, but the Fallen Angel couldn’t help it. Taking the ill Hemomancer in her arms, she spat back as she started up her healing magic again, “Just don’t whine as I heal you. I can’t guarantee that this won’t hurt.” 

With that said, the Fallen Angel closed her eyes as she supported Vladimir’s back with one arm and began softly reciting a healing incantation. She had only done this for Varus and Pantheon before at one point, but Morgana thought that it couldn’t hurt to do it again. Instead of the inky black aura around her hands, she restored the green one she lost just moments ago. 

It felt weird to channel her magic through his veins, repairing whatever damage the Hemoplague had managed to inflict upon him. Once she was done, a handkerchief appeared in a puff of purple smoke in the free hand that wasn’t holding him up. She gently cleaned off the crimson liquid that had trailed down his cheeks. “Consider this a favor in return for the one your did for me. I didn’t forget,” Morgana said with a softer gaze, a bit of sympathy and pity in her voice. She was falling back into that state again.

[thehemomancervladimir]

"Please, dear Angel," He said in her arms. "A moment with you is the greatest healing you could give me." His body remained just as limp as he gently smiled at how cheesy his own quote was.