Lady Luck Is Smilin'

Luck must have brought you my way. Twisted Fate's the name, and the cards are my game. Now then, we gonna deal 'em? ((Twisted Fate RP blog, may get NSFW, part of the Fields of Justice RP group.))

[twistedcardshark]

Yasuo found himself in Bilgewater once again. He sat down at a table in the local tavern only to see that someone else has join him. Starting up a conversation, "Do you know any card games?"

Twisted Fate fought hard to avoid the sort of sarcastic comment that could start a bar fight in a split second from escaping his lips.  Clearly this man was lost and was catching the attention of everyone in the run down tavern.  Tobias shook his head as he saw the hunger in their eyes, plotting how they would jump the swordsman and rip his belongings from his corpse to fish out to some greedy merchant.  Of course, the card master didn’t doubt the man’s abilities in the slightest.

Resting his chin in his hand for a few moments, he sat up, rubbing his thumb and index finger as a card suddenly flashed in his hands.  Toying around with it, shuffling between his other fingers, it changed from red, to blue, to gold, and then back again, his eyes mimicking the color change in the process.  A small smirk curled on his lips as he saw a sort of uneasiness spread across the bar as they realized his presence.  As far as they knew, he helped to take out Gangplank and his trusty goons were wearing thin.

“Well of course I do, as fate would have it, you found just the right man.  Now, swordsman, what game would you like to play?” he said smoothly, flicking the card downward to cut into the table in front of Yasuo, sinking in like it was a knife.  His sword seemed all to familiar, something he saw in some old text over his travels.  Clearly the man was from Ionian lands, and far out of his element, despite the smell of the alcoholic cloud that surrounded him.

[hellosoftthings-deactivated2016]

Orianna was always such a strange, yet magnificent being that wandered the halls of the Institute. You can tell it took quite a pretty penny to create her, but she was more than an android. The card master could appreciate a piece of art when he saw one. Approaching her on the other hand wasn't exactly a simple task. Giving a small bow while tipping his hat, TF was tempted to kiss her hand, but merely smiled at her. "Hello darlin', to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"

Orianna tilted her head slightly, taking the mysterious man in. She began giggling, her chest shaking as if she had lungs in them contracting. The only person to call her darling was her father, and that was before she had The Ball. She reflected back a small curtsy, her posture as perfect as ever. The machine girl read the pleasantries as a cue to begin conversation. “It is -PLEASANT- to meet you, -TWISTED FATE, THE CARD MASTER-. Are your card games -FUN-?” she said with a tilt of her head. This was as much as she knew about the strange man, but she always had room in her memory.

[twistedcardshark]

Watching her move and listen to the gears whir left mixed feelings with the card master.  He hadn’t been around robotics and machinery to begin with, so seeing one with sentience was a strange sight to him.  There was a sort of calculated beauty in the ways she moved, one that Twisted Fate couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to an artificial intelligence, or if there was indeed a soul within the cold metal of her small frame.

“I’d certainly say so, darlin’, I’ve yet to play a game with such a lovely woman like yourself that wasn’t fun,” he spoke, flashing a grin at her.  “I’ve got some free time around here, would you like me to teach you a few games?”

[iaintfraidofnothresh-blog]

Watching from afar, the card master watched as Lucian strolled through the halls of the Institute. He could tell immediately there was a fire burning in this man's soul, which was all too apparent from the cold look in his eyes. It intrigued Twisted Fate. Better to make friends than enemies, right? Approaching the man, TF cleared his throat. "I reckon you're new around these parts. The name's Twisted Fate, but TF will do," he smirked. "Those are some might fine weapons you got there."

Lucian was in the middle of a rare excursion from his room – straight to the cafeteria, of course, at which point he planned to head straight back. No point in wasting time milling around, not when he could be poring over ancient tomes and a nearly-ancient laptop in search of obscure exorcisms and undead kryptonites instead.

But it was not to be. Lucian stifled a sigh as Twisted Fate approached him. His disarming smirk and friendly manner had no effect whatsoever on the tension in Lucian’s face and body; his posture stayed rigid and his lips remained frozen in a half-scowl. “Ah,” he responded vaguely, nodding once as though he recognized this “TF” and his ridiculous hat in the slightest. “Lucian. Charmed.” He averted his gaze and took a step as though excusing himself, but TF’s next words made his eyebrows raise. His hands reflexively went to his two guns of choice, huge and blocky on his hips.

“These?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Maybe he’s not one for small talk, but he does like his purifiers. “They’re twin relic weapons. My old partner could’ve told you more about them. Mostly I know they’re damn good against the living dead, and they’re not half-bad against the plain living either.”

[twistedcardshark]

“Old partner, eh?  Seems like that phrase is bein’ thrown around a lot here lately,” he thought to himself.  “Twin relics, you say?  Sounds familiar, I’ve heard about ‘em on my travels, but never seen some before.  To have two makes you a pretty lucky man,” he smirked.  

“Never been much of a gun user myself though.  Damn things are too noisy and dirty for my tastes.  Well I suppose that’s mostly Graves’s doin’, but obviously yours are different.  I’d certainly trust yours over Destiny any day if I ran into any spirits,” he chuckled.

“One can’t help but wonder what brings a man like you to the Institute though.”  Glancing down at the tray of food, he brings his glowing blue eyes back up to Lucian.  “If I’m interruptin’ somethin’ though, all you gotta do is say.  But I do tend to come across a lot of info, research, all kinds of things that could probably provide you more help than the Institute.”

Old habits were hard to break.  If he could get a little extra coin without stealing for a bit, he’d bite his tongue and go for it.  But since that whole Bilgewater business, Twisted Fate was conflicted with a potential change of heart.  He’d just have to see where it would go.

[iaintfraidofnothresh-blog]

To have two makes you a pretty lucky man. Lucian had to ironically smirk at that, though his expression was as cold as the Freljord. He didn’t offer a response to anything else Twisted Fate said, merely standing in chilly silence until the other man moved on to his last topic.

Luckily, Twisted Fate’s offer sparked intrigue from Lucian; his lips pursed and the icy look softened just a tad. “I don’t expect you know more about killing undead than I do, so unless you’re in the business of procurement, we don’t have much to talk about.” Lucian leaned forward a bit, eyebrows raised, fully engaged for the first time the entire conversation. “But if you are in that business…maybe we could work out a deal.”

There were a lot of things he couldn’t do, not while he was stuck here keeping one eye on that son of a bitch. An extra pair of legs could be exactly what he needed.

[twistedcardshark]

Twisted Fate’s calm demeanor never once wavered as Lucian was practically blasting him with a Freljordian blizzard with his posture and some of his words.  A small smirk curled up on the card shark’s lips as he spoke the magic word.

“Procurement, you say?  Well I do believe we may just be in business with one another,” he breathed, his eyes shining blue beneath the brim of his hat.  “I can be in and out anywhere with a bit o’ luck and fate.  I’m not called Twisted Fate for nothin’,” he chuckled.

Standing up straight, his laid back attitude fading, his eyes landed on Lucian, focused.  “So my friend, what sort of things are you searchin’ for?”

A sort of beast seemed to be driving Lucian, one that Tobias knew that smooth talking wouldn’t do any sort of work.  Getting right to the point seemed to be doing the job, and Twisted Fate was more than happy to oblige with that.  It made things a lot easier.

[besubesu]

if league of legends had a cinematic universe:  burning tides.

casting:  anson mount as malcolm graves,  rachelle lefevre as miss fortune,  ray stevensen as gangplank & zach mcgowan as twisted fate.  [ x. ]

[capn-chris-deactivated20151109]

Spent aaaaaages putting this together from the League of Legends Bilgewater event thingy. Papercraft Twisted Fate!

[waterycrossroads]

Twisted Fate had to hide the scowl on his face as he received the news of the Institute's newest champion. The fishy bastard himself, Tahm Kench, a very familiar name from his old river town home. The slimy creature had approached him a few times as a child, merely curious about the "fate" that lay in store for him, but after being exiled, it was almost like Tahm was waiting around every corner for him. "Here to nab a few more souls, I see. You bet your ass you ain't gettin' mine," he chuckled.

Tahm hadn’t expected a warm welcome, so Twisted Fate’s harsh words did not elicit a response from the massive catfish other then a deep chuckle. “Now now, that’s hardly a way to greet an old friend.” Tahm waddled closer. “And who exactly said it was your soul I’m even after?” Despite his amicable grin, his eyes were cold and predatory. No need for pretext with this old coot. “This place is an all you can eat buffet for a guy like me. You can’t swing a yordle without hittin’ some poor fool wishin’ to change his fate.” He waddled right on past the man. “Got plenty to occupy me while I wait for you to make the right decision. Hell, maybe that Graves fella could prove a good appetizer?” 

[twistedcardshark]

“Old friend, right,” the card master thought to himself.  Keeping his cool demeanor, Twisted Fate’s lips curled up into a small smile.  “If it’s not my soul you’re after, then I can send you to a tailor if you’re lookin’ for some of the finest threads in all of Runeterra.  Or I can send you right down the street at the little shop around the corner for some playin’ cards.  Otherwise there’s not much else you could possibly get from me.”

The relief was nowhere to be seen on his face, but Tobias was glad that Tahm had other “fish to fry” in the Institute.  Seeing him alone already made him think of the past, and that’s one that he was hopefully done running from.  He couldn’t help but raise a brow at the comment of Graves before busting out laughing.

“You really think goin’ after the most stubborn jackass around here is goin’ to get you anywhere?”  

Honestly Twisted Fate thought the idea in and of itself was hilarious.  But another part of him was worried for his partner.  They were still patching things up and he’d be damned if he let the slimy two faced fish mess that up.

[waterycrossroads]

“Boy, I’d have to be real desperate to resort to YOUR tailor.” The beast smirked as best a monster with that big a mouth could smirk. “And as for our dear Malcolm, I’m sure we both know there’s plenty I can offer him that you cannot. Ain’t no such thing as a heartless man, no matter how much he tries to pretend otherwise. And where there’s a heart…” He lets his long tongue slide over what would be his lips, had he any to speak off, “There’s warm blood.” With that, he turned. “A man like you can’t hide from his nature for long. You’re sittin’ pretty now, but one of these days you’re gonna get complacent. Gonna bite off more then you can chew.” He began to saunter back down the hallway. “And on that day, I’ll be right there with you.”

[twistedcardshark]

Twisted Fate had to resist the urge to grimace.  The catfish was a disgusting sight and his words made his blood run cold.  He’d heard the phrase many a time in his line of work, but his last words echoed in Tobias’s mind.

Never once losing his cool in appearance, Twisted Fate merely smirked as Tahm turned his back to him.  “It’s funny to think you know me so well, like the front and back of a playin’ card.  But we both know neither of us play fair.  Who knows, maybe I’ll come out on top of this game and surprise you.”

[waterycrossroads]

He turned, eyes showing no mirth at all, just a hungry gleam,. “There ain’t a man born that can get the best of me, boy.” Perhaps this one could be lured by vinegar… not honey. “Put if you’re feelin’ up to it, you’re welcome to try. I got all the time in the world, and I’m sure even He wouldn’t mind me eatin’ you if you jumped right on down my gullet.” With that, his posture relaxed. “Best of luck, gambler.” He returned to his waddling departure, making no further show of his annoyance.

[twistedcardshark]

“He?” Tobias wondered.  He wouldn’t be too surprised if the overgrown slime ball was working for someone, but Twisted Fate couldn’t imagine who.  Let alone it seemed uncharacteristic for Tahm to be forking his souls over to someone else, but maybe that was a result of a deal he made gone south.  He doubted the creature himself had a soul anymore, and that could certainly explain his hunger.

“I’m no fool to your tricks, Mister Kench,” he spoke, twirling a card in his hands, making himself look completely enamored with the task.  “But as I’m sure you know, Lady Luck herself is always smilin’ for me.  So good luck to you, River King,” he said coolly.  With a swish of his coat and a flash of glowing cards, Twisted Fate gated away, leaving Tahm to his business.  He knew they would be crossing paths more often now, and that unsettled the card master.

[waterycrossroads]

Twisted Fate had to hide the scowl on his face as he received the news of the Institute's newest champion. The fishy bastard himself, Tahm Kench, a very familiar name from his old river town home. The slimy creature had approached him a few times as a child, merely curious about the "fate" that lay in store for him, but after being exiled, it was almost like Tahm was waiting around every corner for him. "Here to nab a few more souls, I see. You bet your ass you ain't gettin' mine," he chuckled.

Tahm hadn’t expected a warm welcome, so Twisted Fate’s harsh words did not elicit a response from the massive catfish other then a deep chuckle. “Now now, that’s hardly a way to greet an old friend.” Tahm waddled closer. “And who exactly said it was your soul I’m even after?” Despite his amicable grin, his eyes were cold and predatory. No need for pretext with this old coot. “This place is an all you can eat buffet for a guy like me. You can’t swing a yordle without hittin’ some poor fool wishin’ to change his fate.” He waddled right on past the man. “Got plenty to occupy me while I wait for you to make the right decision. Hell, maybe that Graves fella could prove a good appetizer?” 

[twistedcardshark]

“Old friend, right,” the card master thought to himself.  Keeping his cool demeanor, Twisted Fate’s lips curled up into a small smile.  “If it’s not my soul you’re after, then I can send you to a tailor if you’re lookin’ for some of the finest threads in all of Runeterra.  Or I can send you right down the street at the little shop around the corner for some playin’ cards.  Otherwise there’s not much else you could possibly get from me.”

The relief was nowhere to be seen on his face, but Tobias was glad that Tahm had other “fish to fry” in the Institute.  Seeing him alone already made him think of the past, and that’s one that he was hopefully done running from.  He couldn’t help but raise a brow at the comment of Graves before busting out laughing.

“You really think goin’ after the most stubborn jackass around here is goin’ to get you anywhere?”  

Honestly Twisted Fate thought the idea in and of itself was hilarious.  But another part of him was worried for his partner.  They were still patching things up and he’d be damned if he let the slimy two faced fish mess that up.

[waterycrossroads]

“Boy, I’d have to be real desperate to resort to YOUR tailor.” The beast smirked as best a monster with that big a mouth could smirk. “And as for our dear Malcolm, I’m sure we both know there’s plenty I can offer him that you cannot. Ain’t no such thing as a heartless man, no matter how much he tries to pretend otherwise. And where there’s a heart…” He lets his long tongue slide over what would be his lips, had he any to speak off, “There’s warm blood.” With that, he turned. “A man like you can’t hide from his nature for long. You’re sittin’ pretty now, but one of these days you’re gonna get complacent. Gonna bite off more then you can chew.” He began to saunter back down the hallway. “And on that day, I’ll be right there with you.”

[twistedcardshark]

Twisted Fate had to resist the urge to grimace.  The catfish was a disgusting sight and his words made his blood run cold.  He’d heard the phrase many a time in his line of work, but his last words echoed in Tobias’s mind.

Never once losing his cool in appearance, Twisted Fate merely smirked as Tahm turned his back to him.  “It’s funny to think you know me so well, like the front and back of a playin’ card.  But we both know neither of us play fair.  Who knows, maybe I’ll come out on top of this game and surprise you.”

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Demacian eagles were an incredibly rare sight, and TF had practically been all over the world. Valor would be the only one he'd see up close. Inspecting the magnificent bird for a moment, he could see the wariness shining in his eyes. Looking to Quinn, he gave her a gentle smile before grabbing her free hand gingerly, pressing a soft kiss on top. "I hear you're searchin' for somethin', darlin'. Anythin' I can do to help?" he grinned up at her.

Quinn immediately retracted her hand and glared daggers at the Card Shark. “Ahh, Twisted Fate.” She smiled coldly, “I am indeed looking for something, but I can handle it fine on my own, thank you.” She quickly stood on her tip-toes and patted him on the head like a child, and began to walk off, eager to see if he’d try to pull any shenanigans. She hadn’t had some troublesome fun with a convict in a long, long time. 

[twistedcardshark]

Twisted Fate raised a brow at Quinn’s response before letting out a small chuckle.  Most women were like putty in his hands, but the ones that played hard to get were much more exciting.  He was a gentleman though and knew precisely when to back off.

Pulling a card from his sleeve, he closed his eyes for a moment, steadying his breathing and twirling the card behind his back.  His eyes shone brightly as he snapped them open as a flurry of cards circled him before he teleported away, suddenly popping up against the wall before Quinn.

“If you didn’t need help, I doubted you would’ve come to the Institute in the first place, sweetheart.”  The emphasis lost a bit of its charm, but that was completely intentional.  Two could play at her game.  “So what exactly is it that you’re lookin’ for?” he asked, twirling a red card in his hand in a nonchalant manner, his eyes flashing red for a moment.

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

The Maven of the Strings was always good company to be around. Twisted Fate had witnessed many of her performances in the past, always finding comfort in the melodies that danced on her fingers and sang through the Etwahl. Given everything that happened, TF was looking for a little bit of calm. "To see you up close, well that's a treasure in and of itself. Might I ask you for a tune, sweetheart?" he asked, flashing her a sincere grin.

Sona had been minding her own business, humming to herself the new Arcade tune she had learned for the celebration a little while ago. It was quite catchy. Suddenly, she was startled by the presence of Twisted Fate. Immediately, she smiled at his comments, even blushing a little at his confidence, and began to stroke the strings, “Mister Fate, it has been quite too long since you’ve joined one of my concerts, hasn’t it? Well don’t you worry, I have something for just quite the occasion!” And that’s when she began to play a light tune she had learned in Bilgewater a long while ago. It had a nice feeling of homeliness to it, while still getting the blood pumping for adventure.

After a few moments, she looked up to see if he was enjoying her choice, or if she should think of something else. 

[twistedcardshark]

The card master couldn’t help but close his eyes and lose himself in the music.  That’s one thing he loved about Sona’s music was how easily it could whisk you away.  It sort of reminded him of the exhilarating feeling as he gated away from a scrap, but there were subtle hints that reminded him of the music that echoed across the rivers of his home.

Tapping his boot lightly against the stone floor, a large smile spread across his face before looking to Sona, his eyes shining a bright blue.  

“You never disappoint, Sona, not that you ever could.  Thank you,” he spoke genuinely.  “I feel I owe you a little somethin’ for this,” he chuckled.

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Never had luck or never needed it? That's pretty bold if I do say so myself," the card master chuckled. "Tell me, what would you do if your luck ran out? Along with your time?"

“Well luck’s your game, Mr. Fate” Ekko said, smiling up at the man, “I make my own.” He patted his Zero Drive as he said that. “But if this puppy ever dies out on me, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.  I’m pretty resourceful.”

[twistedcardshark]

The card master blinks at the boy a bit.  “Mister?  How old do you think I am?” he chuckles a bit.  “Twisted Fate, TF, or even Fate will do.”  

Leaning down real low in Ekko’s face, a huge grin spread across Twisted Fate’s face.  “But if you’re in the middle of a tussle, what will you do?  Do you think you’re so resourceful that you could save yourself in a split second?” he spoke, a threatening tone in his voice for just a moment.  Twisted Fate meant well, but he certainly enjoyed shaking up those who didn’t believe in luck.

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Well you’re older than me,” He said with a chuckle, “Technically anyway, I’ve been catching up.”

He took a somewhat cocky pose, setting his bat on his shoulder and grinning at the older man:

“But trust me, TF, all I need is a split second.”

[twistedcardshark]

Raising a brow at the boy for a moment, Twisted Fate couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle.

“Guess we’ll have to test that out on the battlefield sometime, won’t we kid,” he grinned, his eyes flashing blue for a moment beneath the brim of his hat.

Shrugging his shoulders a bit, the card shark relaxed his stance a bit, looking Ekko over again.  “To be honest, I’d remember a face like yours had I seen it before.  You new around here?”

Twisted Fate was more of the type of gentleman to appear when he was needed or when he wanted.  So seeing new faces around the Institute was always somewhat an event for the river man.  If he had to guess from the boy’s looks and tech, he figured he be from Zaun or Piltover.  His attitude made him lean more towards Zaun.

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Kinda new, yeah” Ekko responded.  He wasn’t the newest member of the institute, but he hadn’t exactly been here long either.

“I used to live in Zaun, but these digs are a pretty big step up from there.  As much as I love the place, they got way more of the stuff I need for building things and such.  Plus this place is loads of fun.”

He eyed the older man, noticing the momentary glow of his eyes.  He’d heard of some of his escapades in Zaun, but you could never really trust the words you hear in Zaun’s back alleys.

“So how long have you been here, old man?”

[twistedcardshark]

Twisted Fate blinked at the boy for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle.  “Old man?  Now that’s a new one for a child meddlin’ with time.  How old do you think I am?”

Twisted Fate’s age was generally a mystery to most, due to his surprisingly youthful demeanor and looks.  He could see why Ekko would think of him to be significantly older, but “Old Man” wasn’t a title that the card master was too fond of.  He was 20 years old when things had gone south with the hit from Graves and their crew, making Tobias in his thirties.  

“Been here for quite some time, actually.  Longer than a good number of people here.  Probably one of the firsts, now that I think about it.  It’s a good hideout when you got dogs tailin’ you or if you’re in need of gold,” he flashed a smile, twirling a gold card in his fingers.

Suddenly the card turned red as Twisted Fate’s voice became low.  “As fun as this place may be, kid, you better be watchin’ your back.  Always.  It’s not a threat from me, but there’s plenty of others who would be more than happy to get a fancy trick device like yours.”

[twistedcardshark]

((I read this as “Stay Confidently Thresh” and got really confused.

iaintfraidofnothresh I thought you should see this))

[iaintfraidofnothresh-blog]

Watching from afar, the card master watched as Lucian strolled through the halls of the Institute. He could tell immediately there was a fire burning in this man's soul, which was all too apparent from the cold look in his eyes. It intrigued Twisted Fate. Better to make friends than enemies, right? Approaching the man, TF cleared his throat. "I reckon you're new around these parts. The name's Twisted Fate, but TF will do," he smirked. "Those are some might fine weapons you got there."

Lucian was in the middle of a rare excursion from his room – straight to the cafeteria, of course, at which point he planned to head straight back. No point in wasting time milling around, not when he could be poring over ancient tomes and a nearly-ancient laptop in search of obscure exorcisms and undead kryptonites instead.

But it was not to be. Lucian stifled a sigh as Twisted Fate approached him. His disarming smirk and friendly manner had no effect whatsoever on the tension in Lucian’s face and body; his posture stayed rigid and his lips remained frozen in a half-scowl. “Ah,” he responded vaguely, nodding once as though he recognized this “TF” and his ridiculous hat in the slightest. “Lucian. Charmed.” He averted his gaze and took a step as though excusing himself, but TF’s next words made his eyebrows raise. His hands reflexively went to his two guns of choice, huge and blocky on his hips.

“These?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Maybe he’s not one for small talk, but he does like his purifiers. “They’re twin relic weapons. My old partner could’ve told you more about them. Mostly I know they’re damn good against the living dead, and they’re not half-bad against the plain living either.”

[twistedcardshark]

“Old partner, eh?  Seems like that phrase is bein’ thrown around a lot here lately,” he thought to himself.  “Twin relics, you say?  Sounds familiar, I’ve heard about ‘em on my travels, but never seen some before.  To have two makes you a pretty lucky man,” he smirked.  

“Never been much of a gun user myself though.  Damn things are too noisy and dirty for my tastes.  Well I suppose that’s mostly Graves’s doin’, but obviously yours are different.  I’d certainly trust yours over Destiny any day if I ran into any spirits,” he chuckled.

“One can’t help but wonder what brings a man like you to the Institute though.”  Glancing down at the tray of food, he brings his glowing blue eyes back up to Lucian.  “If I’m interruptin’ somethin’ though, all you gotta do is say.  But I do tend to come across a lot of info, research, all kinds of things that could probably provide you more help than the Institute.”

Old habits were hard to break.  If he could get a little extra coin without stealing for a bit, he’d bite his tongue and go for it.  But since that whole Bilgewater business, Twisted Fate was conflicted with a potential change of heart.  He’d just have to see where it would go.

[waterycrossroads]

Twisted Fate had to hide the scowl on his face as he received the news of the Institute's newest champion. The fishy bastard himself, Tahm Kench, a very familiar name from his old river town home. The slimy creature had approached him a few times as a child, merely curious about the "fate" that lay in store for him, but after being exiled, it was almost like Tahm was waiting around every corner for him. "Here to nab a few more souls, I see. You bet your ass you ain't gettin' mine," he chuckled.

Tahm hadn’t expected a warm welcome, so Twisted Fate’s harsh words did not elicit a response from the massive catfish other then a deep chuckle. “Now now, that’s hardly a way to greet an old friend.” Tahm waddled closer. “And who exactly said it was your soul I’m even after?” Despite his amicable grin, his eyes were cold and predatory. No need for pretext with this old coot. “This place is an all you can eat buffet for a guy like me. You can’t swing a yordle without hittin’ some poor fool wishin’ to change his fate.” He waddled right on past the man. “Got plenty to occupy me while I wait for you to make the right decision. Hell, maybe that Graves fella could prove a good appetizer?” 

[twistedcardshark]

“Old friend, right,” the card master thought to himself.  Keeping his cool demeanor, Twisted Fate’s lips curled up into a small smile.  “If it’s not my soul you’re after, then I can send you to a tailor if you’re lookin’ for some of the finest threads in all of Runeterra.  Or I can send you right down the street at the little shop around the corner for some playin’ cards.  Otherwise there’s not much else you could possibly get from me.”

The relief was nowhere to be seen on his face, but Tobias was glad that Tahm had other “fish to fry” in the Institute.  Seeing him alone already made him think of the past, and that’s one that he was hopefully done running from.  He couldn’t help but raise a brow at the comment of Graves before busting out laughing.

“You really think goin’ after the most stubborn jackass around here is goin’ to get you anywhere?”  

Honestly Twisted Fate thought the idea in and of itself was hilarious.  But another part of him was worried for his partner.  They were still patching things up and he’d be damned if he let the slimy two faced fish mess that up.

[rspanner]

This is all I could think of through Burning Tides act 3…

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Summer Graves & Twisted fate with krpkokawari ! Thanks for join me 😆

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Twisted Fate Cosplay

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Return from Bilgewater (Open RP)

After weeks of hiding out and getting the hell out of dodge, Twisted Fate was finally enjoying a moment of piece and quiet safely away from the bays of Bilgewater.  It was…pleasant in its own way to catch up with Graves, but Twisted Fate couldn’t exactly say he was quite ready to be chummy with him yet.  The card shark was pleased that he could make amends with his old partner, but the bastard was still terribly stubborn.  

Making his way through the streets of the quiet town, Twisted Fate decided to make his way to the shopping district.  He needed some new boots after the disgusting muck that filled them after trying to get the hell away from Gangplank’s goons.  And…he was looking to find a little more coin to fill his pocket too.