I hear soft things..

"I know what makes them tick... I know how to make the ticking stop.." (indie RP blog for Orianna from LOL. Will gladly RP with OCs and do crossovers) M!A: none, accepting.

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fleshforsaken said: // BBY

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“Oh well hey Yas–…” Orianna blinked, taking a moment to take in the male’s body. She’s speechless. Sure, he was practically half-naked all the time, but this was a full view of his body and she wasn’t sure how to respond accordingly. Her cheeks went a slight tinge of red though.

The Ball steps behind Orianna and then covers her eyes and squints at Yasuo, unamused guardian is unamused.

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Yasuo laughs as he rubs the back of his neck. “Was I too forward?” Yasuo asked as he noticed the ball staring at him with a rather… Unamused look.

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The Ball sneered. "For my tastes, I would say yes." He growled out.

"Be nice..." Orianna whispered to The Ball, pulling a slight pouty face at him before she giggled. "It was a bit... but I guess I don't mind... not a lot of people do that to me anyway." She murmured. "The Ball's just... protective of me and who's near me is all."

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Viktor stares for a long, long moment, eyes wide despite himself. Is he dreaming? He must be. Ori, his Ori, literally in the flesh, skin soft and faintly flushed just the way he remembered--it can't be real. "Orianna?" he asks, very quietly, as if speaking too loudly will shatter the illusion.

Orianna blinks, turning her gaze away from The Ball as she looks to Viktor. In that single second, memories flood into her head like a giant wave crashing over her. She stares at him, ocean blue eyes wide. Slowly, she steps towards him, but then her steps turn more into a fast-walk as she got closer, quickly wrapping her arms around him as she giggled with joy. “Viktor!” She let go of him, taking a step back, a delicate hand running through her bangs as she stared up at him, obviously filled with happiness. “It’s so nice to see you…”

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She’s so warm. Viktor trembles in her arms, breathless and intoxicated, though the fear lingers in the back of his mind that this is just another mental break, that he’s started hallucinating and any moment now he’ll come back to an empty lab and a heart more shattered than it ever was. When he inevitably does, he makes a note to run diagnostics, to check up on the curious, heavy throb in his chest. 

Sparks dart across Viktor’s skin when Ori kisses him, jolting him from his thoughts and bringing his focus back to her, her heartbeat, her breath against his lips, her eyes. Her eyes. He’d forgotten–he’d forced himself to forget–the baby blue of those wide eyes, the way they dart about excitedly, the way they lit up when she smiles. He feels very slightly dizzy. “No,” he agrees, shutting his eyes again and holding her impossibly closer. “Never.” He’d be perfectly happy to live in this hallucination for the rest of his life if he could.

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She could just tell. This was almost surreal to him, he couldn't believe this, but she felt the same exact way. How had her father not let her keep the memories she had gained back from simply looking at him and being close to him in this form... She buried her face into his shoulder, taking in his scent as he held her closer.

She wanted to cry more, bawl her eyes out from happiness, but she would resist it, not letting the feeling take over too much to that point. Orianna tried to take a breath in at one point, but her breathing slightly hitched. "...I wish I could stay like this..." She murmured. "Life would be so much easier..." But she knew this magic would wear off soon, and she would return to being cold and metal. She needed to enjoy this as much as she could for as long as she could. At least she would have new memories from this to look back to.

She was just happy to remember him from the original Orianna's life, it was going to be much better from now on.

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[Text] You left your sweatshirt here. It's mine now.

{Text} ….I did?

{Text} …I did. 

{Text} Can I get it back if I give you lots of kisses when i go back to your place?

{Text} c:

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[Text] But it’s mine now, I like it.

[Text] Makes me think of you when I have it on.

[Text] Though you can come over anyway.

[Text] I just won’t give your sweatshirt back.

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{Text} Aww that's sweet

{Text} But also r00d. I'm just playing.

{Text} I'll let you keep it on one condition.

{Text} You must give me lots of kisses and cuddles.

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“Oh well hey Yas–…” Orianna blinked, taking a moment to take in the male’s body. She’s speechless. Sure, he was practically half-naked all the time, but this was a full view of his body and she wasn’t sure how to respond accordingly. Her cheeks went a slight tinge of red though.

The Ball steps behind Orianna and then covers her eyes and squints at Yasuo, unamused guardian is unamused.

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“You don’t need to say thank you. I should be the one saying thanks.” Yasuo said as he put a hand on her cheek.

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Orianna's cheeks began to burn with a blush as his hand was placed upon her soft skin. She giggled, looking down at the ground. "If that's how you feel, fine then." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

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“Now that is just silly talk you my  lovely miss…..are true masterpiece !” she spoke bit too loud almost like overly excited child. “Ermm what I mean…hope ya dont pay too much attentions to oppinions like that “

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Orianna's eyes widened a bit, but she just laughed and looked to the ground. "Oh... Thank you. My father would be happy to hear that someone else thinks such a thing... It is very sweet of you to say." She spoke, looking a bit bashful, her sharp skirt rotating a bit faster. She shook her head. "I try to ignore comments that are bad and directed at me, I have learned to shut it out."

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“Yasuo-?” Orianna blinked, looking at the cut that the male had on his cheek that had began bleeding ever so slightly, small droplets of blood welling up and threatening to fall down his cheek. The female’s fine brows furrowed as she thought of how to go about this. Orianna then smiled. “You wait right here, I’ll be right back.” she nodded, quickly going to fetch some peroxide, a cotton ball and a band-aid. It seemed like a simple little fix, at least she thought so.

She returned with the items, sitting him down so she could get to work, pouring some of the peroxide on the cotton ball so she could clean the wound up first.

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“A sixth sense? Is that not cheating?” He laughed, “And has that ever proved you wrong before?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Having manners is a lot different to being nice… You did just clean my wound after all.” He shrugged.

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"It's only proved me wrong once or twice before, but it's rare that it does." She nodded, her smile still spread across her face, then she waved her hand dismissively. "That's how you see it. I see it a different way I suppose." She simply mused, shutting her eyes. "Besides, you haven't shown any hostility towards me either, yet another reason to add." She giggled.

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“Who would have guessed you could pull such a face?” Orianna slightly giggled, placing her sharp, deadly fingertips over her metal lips as she did so.

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Ethreain nodded as his robotic companion spoke, holding her spherical friend tightly as she did so. “That is an…. interesting way to see the world, Orianna wasn’t it?” the Lich inquired, gesturing to the woman. The truth was he was being pretty risky standing in this park, he suspected the residents weren’t used to see Orianna, they might be more afraid of what he was; still, he shouldn’t overstay his welcome. 

“I lost interest in regular people long ago, I have been around far to long to see much in them anymore. Plus, when you keep the company of seers and prophets, you loose a lot of the mystery” Ethreain shrugged, ice beginning to form on the surface of his drink, his presence taking effect on the liquid. “The rest age has taken from me.” he conceded, gesturing to his frozen chest; “I have been dead a very long time” he nodded solemnly, it was still a strange topic even after all of this time. 

“You say you dance my dear?” Ethreain inquired, shaking his head slowly, driving himself from his dark memories and looking the woman up and down in curiosity. 

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Orianna nodded, shutting her eyes. "When the world shuts you out, you tend to have different views upon it. Me, I simply find ways to make humans seem much less... boring and breakable." She released a sound that was related to a sigh, being around for as long as she has, she built up her own little world in her mind seeing as many others didn't much take the time to get to know the true her.

Orianna's gaze traveled to his drink, taking notice of the slight freeze that began. Ah, so he was that cold? She couldn't tell, not having flesh or anything that would really give off that indication. She blinked. "I see. I still find them interesting in a way, mostly because I try to see the emotions they express. I only know three out of them all, which I believe are the main ones. Anger, sadness and happiness." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. Orianna frowned slightly. "Ah... So it seems... I am not able to have forever rest either, seeing as I am a robot... Only if I allow my power core to stop. Even then, I would not be fully dead. My key must be broken in order for me to cease functions all together, for I would not be able to keep myself going then." She rambled a little.

She shook her head, dragging herself away from that thought. She smiled and nodded happily. "Yes, I do dance. I take after the original Orianna in that department." She gave a gentle bow. "It is mostly ballet that we do."

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What is Life? {closed crossover with time-tickticks-away}

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Undying leaned back as the robot spoke, her words, though unnatural, carried emotion, and it was bitter. Smiling to himself as best as his decayed corpse could, the Zombie herald began to nod slowly, “Greatest creation? An… interesting concept. But you say you fight? I suspected as much child of steel.” 

He could smell the death on her, all creatures carried it, but the herald of Dirge could see the taint it left upon ones very being; a most magnificent sight to him it was. “Tell me of your world Orianna, I am intrigued by it and how you have entered this one?” the herald continued, curious as ever. 

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She nodded. "Yes. I am a force to be reckoned with as I have been told. It is all good and fun really." A soft giggle escaped her, like she truly enjoyed bringing pain to people she had to fight against, which was actually rather true. Humans were interesting to her somehow, mostly in how they would break so easily and couldn't be put back together.

Metal limbs twisted backwards, hands grabbing onto the key to turn it once more. It was the only thing truly keeping her functioning, however she had stopped noticing she did that since it was something she did so frequently. "My world? Hm.... I will tell you, I suppose... There is not much harm in it. Ask and I shall answer if you have anything you want to know first, if not, I suppose I'll start with my home city-state." She nodded, swaying one leg back and forth in a childish manner almost.

Orianna thought for a moment at the second part of his statement. She looked down, then looked over her shoulder. "...Honestly, I do not truly know how I arrived here... I was merely walking in the forest near Piltover when it suddenly became dark and the next I knew I was meeting you..."

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“Who would have guessed you could pull such a face?” Orianna slightly giggled, placing her sharp, deadly fingertips over her metal lips as she did so.

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The Lich raised a non existent eyebrow as Orianna spoke, she was a curious creature, clearly mechanical in nature and yet, she seemed so alive, so.. human. It was certainly perplexing and yet equally entertaining. 

“That is a quality I would not have… expected, though it is a good one” he smirked, leaning forward to grab the cool drink of juice he had before him, he normally only drank alcohol, but it was prohibited in the park, apparently some mortals couldn’t look after themselves. “But as for the park, yes I meant it, I seldom enjoy such places. I prefer the forests and mountains, but this is… quaint” he decided, sipping at the juice more out of habit than because he enjoyed the taste. 

“And people watching? really? is it so entertaining?” the Lich inquired with a curious nod of his head, his company’s smile strangely interesting. 

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A nod was offered to him, doing a quick little twirl before she turned to face him once more. He was different, but she supposed that was a good thing, it was nice to meet different people every now and then, wasn't it?

"I would have to agree... I like quiet places, it helps practice my dance moves. I get distracted when I hear noises, therefore... I try to avoid it as often as I can." Orianna hummed.

"It is. Well, to me anyway." She placed a hand over her chest, looking at the mechanical sphere she held in her other arm. "I enjoy it because people are fascinating to watch - well, to me they are. I like to make up stories for some of them, clearly never acturate but that is not something we aim for." Orianna giggled once again, talking for both herself and her companion, The Ball.

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He hated it here. He hated being trapped in this cell. He wanted to be free, he wanted out. He needed to cure them. He needed to cure all of them, the men in the orange suits... They all had the Plague, he needed to cure them.

The doctors wouldn’t let him out unless it was time for testing he had noticed. Even then, he had to be transported via a collar that had two rods that they would strap to his neck so he did not end up touching them. They needed their space.

SCP-049 they called him. He didn’t have a true name, he guessed it was alright. He didn’t much mind it, these men weren’t infected. Only the men with the orange suits. Yet, some choice of these soldiers were infected, but they would not let him near them. Only near the other men.

They did not understand.

He was the cure. He alone was the most effective cure against their illnesses that they would ever know. But the only time he ever got to cure anyone was during ‘testing’.

“...Do not be afraid.” he would always whisper in a calm voice as he extended a hand out, bloody gloves reaching out towards the test subject as they tried to run away in the small cell they had been put together inside. He would always stride in a calm fashion while they were so sporadic. They didn’t understand the fact...

“I am the cure.”

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Slowly, he hovered his way forward, wandering aimlessly across the verse he had traveled to. Shao Khan was gone - that was a lie. His soul was actually inside of Ermac - so he no longer truly had a purpose to be here. 

He supposed that it was nice, being free like this, being able to do what he wished, fighting those who dared to challenge him and all that he was. It was quiet, not that he minded it. He was never exactly alone thanks to all the souls that made him up.

He stopped, allowing his feet to touch down to the ground as he stared off into the distance, undisturbed.

“We are... Ermac. We serve no-one.” he whispered to himself.