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@thetinymasterofevil
The Apprentice and the Master of Evil (non CA)
Rin began to giggle from his carrying remark. “Right, until 90 percent of the new summoners get a hold of you. It is sad, really, you are very powerful I will admit, but without a decent team or a good summoner behind you… too squishy.” Rin waved her hand at the notion, as if to be irritated at her own matter-of-fact conclusion.
“I fear all of us yordles have that issue…” She tilted her head in thought for a moment, thinking about what she said, then jotted something more down in her book before pocketing it again. With another big smile, she skipped infront of Veigar and turned, walking backwards to face him.
“I just thought of something.. you don’t happen to have any food on you, do you?”
Veigar scowled at the idea of novice summoners. Filthy wretches who were lucky to have been granted the boon of magical abilities at all. "It would do you well to not remind me. To know there is someone in my mind who is hardly fit to control a minion is a harrowing idea indeed. You are correct about the 'squishy' thing, however. Us yordles are not a particularly stout race." He gave a few short claps, snickering to himself. "Congratulations on being right about something for once. I know this must be a new experience for you."
Of course he had to add that insult in there, after all, he had to balance out that sort-of compliment.
He gave a short sigh, remembering all those wonderful times he'd been beaten to death in a variety of ways. Most would have gone crazy from the repeated deaths, but Veigar had nothing to worry about; he was already crazy.
The scowl reappeared when Rin was suddenly all up in his grill. The yordle waved her away as he moved around her. "No, I don't. And if I did, I would not give you any. I don't see the point of your question, and I doubt I want to."
"I know you probably have many questions. Chief among them are: 'Veigar, my master, where have you been?' or 'Veigar, why am I such a pathetic husk of a person?' and 'Veigar, can I ever hope to be as magnificent as you?
"In order: Busy! You were born that way! Of course not!
"I hope that clears everything up."
The Apprentice and the Master of Evil (non CA)
Rin’s ear twitched. Something wasnt right. There was an evil laughter, but it was getting further away? She turned around to realize that no purple-clad caster was following behind her. He was already some distance off in the opposite direction! “H-Hey! Wait!” She spun and high-tailed it towards him. For how slow yordles usually are, she was rather light-footed and quick. She caught up to him instantly, panting a little. “Hehe… The Institute is this way, huh? Dang I get lost so easy…” She scratched behind her ear, tilting her head slightly and laughing at herself. Seeing as he had not changed his angry expression, Rin went silent for a while as they walked. She pulled out a tiny notebook and began looking over her sketch designs and work-in-progress blueprints. Some looked like destruction machines, while others looked like studies of wings and birds. She mumbled to herself while looking towards the clear, blue sky.
“Wish I had my glider. We could have reached the Institute quickly that way, and I could carry you easily.”
Too soon, Veigar heard the other yordle's exclamation of surprise and the sound of grass crunching beneath her feet. He gave a low groan, disappointed that his journey was solo for so short a time. "Yes, you were quite mistaken," he said shortly. "I hope you do not plan to try and join the League with such a low level of map awareness. It would go poorly."
Then the idea of Rin being killed over and over entered his head. The master o evil devolved into a giggle, clutching at his side in pain. "Eheheheh- ooh... Actually, do try to join. I imagine it would be quite entertaining!"
Veigar glanced at Rin's notebook for only a short amount of time before deciding he wasn't in the least bit interested. It was just techmaturagy, anyways. "I don't get carried. I do the carrying," he said with a short wave of his free hand.
Man, this walk was going to last forever.
So, Veigar, have you ever actually been close to anyone? You put on a pretty nasty front, but I want to know if there's anyone you've ever really cared about, Yordle or otherwise. No, I'm not asking because I plan on teasing you about it, I know better than to mock an epic-level caster <.<
"I think you're confusing me with the other yordles. You see, I don't need anyone! Whether or not I had 'friends' or what-have-you in the past is irrelevant!"
"I am alone, and I prefer it that way!"
The Apprentice and the Master of Evil (non CA)
Rin shook her head and smiled. “Good, Institute! No, you don’t owe me.” As the potion sank in and he hopped to his feet, Rin felt a bit more relieved. She jumped back up in excitement and twirled around. “Glad the potion helped! You look better but.. You know, if you want to go alo—-“
“I can’t very well… get rid of you in this state… So I suppose I can suffer your company.”
Rin’s statement cut short, her eyes glittered with excitement. She enjoyed accompanying people and she hasn’t had a chance in quite some time to follow anyone to the Institue of War.
“ALL RIGHT! Let’s go to the institute of war!” Adjusting her utility belt, she began to waddle off…. in the wrong direction.
Rin's dancing and smiling and overall bubbliness made Veigar rethink his unwilling decision. Maybe he could kill her and hide the body, and no one would be the wiser...
When she heard his grumbling assent, he was worried she might burst. The smile that appeared on her face was inhuman to a terrifying degree. Or was that inyordle? Either way, Veigar was sure there were many headaches to follow.
"Yes, fine, off to the Institute of War." He began to walk, grumbling obscenities under his breath when he realized he only heard one set of footsteps. With a sigh, he turned and saw Rin walking in the opposite direction. He wondered how long she'd walk without realizing the Institute was the other way. And hey, all the time she spent walking was time he spent without anyone bothering him.
With a short laugh, he turned back and continued his trek to the Institute of War.
harass my character day ( meme tuesday )
Questions ( For the mun or the character )
TMI’s
Drabbles
Dares
What if’s.
“I ship you with …”
MY ASK BOX IS OPEN FOR ANYTHING …
ANYTHING.
… .. ANYTHING
So... why are you so short? Did you not drink enough milk as a kid or something? Calcium deficiency? ((YAY VEIGAR ILU <3. OHOH. AND: What do you think now that Leblanc has usurped your throne as king of Anti-AP?))
"I am a yordle, fool! We are all this short compared to you humans!"
"You RACIST."
((ahahahaha FUCK HER))
So I decided to use Veigar in dominion a while back. Squishy? NO PROBLEM. Got guardian's angel and thornmail, along with a few other items. Needless to say, the game was won. TANKY VEIGAR WINS GAMES.. some days of the week. Isn't that amazing? Maybe you can be classified as an off-tank now! *In dominion.
"The Crystal Scar is one of the last places I want to be Summoned. Would you Summon Nasus there, too? I sure hope not."
Master of evil! *refers to use the word "tiny" not to insult him* I'm really pissed off by summoners this days. Everyone that summons you on the fields is such a feeder!! This brings great shame to you and that I do not tolerate. They put excuses like "too many HP" not knowing you could use a Void Staff and DFG to combo them to the afterlife...((OOC: I just wanted to say, you're the best RP/Art askveigar around, and I'm really proud of you. I love Veigar, and you do act like him so well...))
"My skill ceiling is rather high, yes. It's not just point and click like so many other mages. It requires finesse! So if you are skilled at summoning me, you should be proud! But I will also admit that I my amazing skills may not be as effective if the enemy team does not have much AP..."
"In any case! I feel your pain, Summoner, though I also literally feel pain when the one I am linked with is a novice. Because I'm dying so much."
askyorick reblogged your post: exiled-angel: “There is no need for your...
Oh you have allies? So who are they? Maybe Rin? She’s everyone’s ally so…
"Her? Hah! And hah again! How little you know, gravedigger."
"As if I would tell you every benefit at my disposal! A villain must keep some secrets."
Rin panicked more at the sight of him coughing up blood. She quickly knelt to his side and tried to help him sit up slightly so he wouldn’t choke. That was the best solution she could come up with. She looked left and right, any sign of help… She felt useless, hopeless. She wasn’t a doctor or a healer! She was just a mechanic!
“Veigar? Please… let me just take you to the institute, for goodness sake… we need to get you fixed up…” She pulled out a glass bottle with a fine red liquid. It had already been used, but a decent amount of the elixir still swirled at the bottom on the container. She handed Veigar the Red Potion and practically begged him to drink it. “Here, drink, please!”
Veigar wasn't quite dying, only delirious. "Don't... touch me..." he mumbled as Rin pulled him up. This level of pain was something rather unknown to Veigar. If he was this hurt on the Fields of Justice, he would've been finished off, thus sparing him from all this unpleasantness. Though he was no stranger to injury, something of this magnitude was a death sentence on the battlefield. Better to die quickly and come back in full health than suffer.
"Yes, fine... Institute..." Even on the edge of unconsciousness, the yordle's bitter attitude remained. "Don't think I'll owe you..." He snatched the bottle from her outstretched hand and drained the rest of it, tossing the container over his shoulder. There wasn't much left, but Veigar could still feel a little bit energy coursing through his body, reinvigorating him. He could still feel something was broken, but a short burst of healing magic would have him feeling good as new.
Beating Rin to the punch, Veigar hoisted himself onto his feet, leaning against his staff. He din't want any of holding out her hand to him and saying something like 'I just want to help' or what have you. He could probably make it to the Institute of War just fine on his own, but she'd be hounding him the entire way. Pain still evident on his face, Veigar turned to Rin. "I can't very well... get rid of you in this state... So I suppose I can suffer your company."
playing pocky [ closed ! ]
Now this was strange. The person in question for her dare was…
Quite small.
“Hmm..” At first she considered just walking away and forgetting about the dare. IT seemed pretty awkward to ask about this anyway.. Especially to one so small. What if he was a child? OK. She couldn’t.. She’s already declined many of these things, for good reason.
So.. Yuzu probably had to go through with this.
“Excuse me!” The girl approached, waving a little. “Um.. Did you want to play pocky? You just gotta.. Well. I just gotta..” Explaining this was easier said than done.
“O-ok! Well. For starters I’ll have a piece of pocky in my mouth. And you take the other end in your mouth. And we just… Bite it. Until it gets smaller… And…. Yeah.”
Definitely awkward.
Veigar was deep in thought, plotting his next sinister machination. There were so many ways to wreak havoc in the city; it was hard to choose just one. And then some person was rude- no, foolish enough to interrupt his train of thought.
Um.. Did you want to play pocky?
"Play... Pocky?" he repeated. "I have never heard of such a game, nor have I any idea why I would want to play it."
He suffered through her explanation, thinking of someway to get back at this woman for bothering him. Apparently you... ate food? Humans were odd.
But free food...
"Very well!" he said, waving his hand in the air. "I shall play your 'Pocky.' And I shall be victorious! Let it not be said that Veigar, the master of evil, has ever backed down from a challenge!" He looked around and saw a table, at a rather convenient height for the game. He climbed atop it, straightening his cloak as he turned back to the woman. "Whenever you are ready, then."
“Would anyone be foolish enough to let their entertainment possess that much power? You overestimate their stupidity. That depends on their target, against my black shield I doubt they would be that useful.”
"Or maybe they underestimate me. They already gave me control of a gang, fallen one! My next plan is already well underway..."
“That sounds quite useful. However, that makes you nothing but a puppet dancing on strings. Though it would be useful to have more power… Some spells aren’t particularly useful.”
"A puppet only until I possess enough of my powers! Let's see how they like a puppet who drops a few pieces of dark matter onto their laboratory!"
"And all of my spells are equally useful! Just because I don't have a 'get out of jail free' shield spell..."
Fifth person to post is Veiger
oH UM
shorty wanna play pocky?
a short post
a short post
yeah okay let's do this