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voidstained

"Ah, a pawn cursed by the void. Do you seek freedom from it's grasp, voidwoken?"

Initially taken aback by the entity before him, it takes Kassadin a moment to collect his thoughts, “—I would seek such a freedom if it were possible, but I do not dwell on impossibilities with more pressing matters at hand.”

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“Nothing is impossible, my dear child. All you need to make the so-called impossible, possible, is someone with the capability to do so.” His right hand slowly came to tap his own carapace, as if gesturing to himself as the one who could do such a thing as free him from the void. “Of course, what I am offering is quite a big deal for you, yes? It would be rude of me to not introduce myself as well.”

A pause from the Dark Star came for just a brief moment, allowing him to extend a hand towards Kassadin in greeting. “My name is Aurum Thresh, and I come here not as an enemy - but as a possible ally, or even savior.” As he spoke, his body carefully came forward in a bow, offering his respects. After a moment, he stood tall once more.

“If you would allow me to, that is.”

voidstained

Suspicion tugging at his mind, Kassadin eyed Thresh and refused to take the hand offered to him, gently waving the gesture aside. He learned long ago that nothing is “truly” impossible, but perhaps some possibilities were meant to be avoided to keep one’s integrity... and well-being. Such as finding a hidden and shifting ancient ruin in the deserts.

With a cautious yet respectful bow of his head, Kassadin’s eyes never left the other. He took his time to mull over the words and form a response, and finally his voice rasped through the mask, “With all due respect, I do not have the best history with those that like to portray themselves as saviors to the less fortunate. I do not trust those that do so to the point they try and sell the image directly.”

#oblivisms #;IC

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"Ah, a pawn cursed by the void. Do you seek freedom from it's grasp, voidwoken?"

Initially taken aback by the entity before him, it takes Kassadin a moment to collect his thoughts, “—I would seek such a freedom if it were possible, but I do not dwell on impossibilities with more pressing matters at hand.”

#;IC #oblivisms

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There is a pause, slight and almost, for a brief moment, ashamed. But the moment passes quickly as the Seneschal shrugs.Though he was a public figure himself, and so close to the king, the Seneschal never considered himself to be someone of political power or influence.

His methods of problems solving often involved much fewer words than that of a court.

“I may be a Demacian but my roots begin in Ionia.” He confided quietly. Already the strangely dressed man before Xin knew more about him than the population of Demacia. “My homeland bled magic like I might bleed blood…” He shrugged slightly, an image of impartiality.

“… your claims are not as far fetched as you make them seem.”

“I do not pry unless the situation is in dire need— as I had briefly thought you had been somewhat foreign to this place, if not for your features, but for the fact you approached me and stayed so long,”

Kassadin went to adjust the harness on his breathing apparatus, a hiss escaping the equipment for his effort. He was silently thankful he left the bulkier parts of his armor elsewhere if the populace had reacted so negatively to these simple robes and tubes alone.

Noting the indifference, he moved on from the subject of their foreign origins, “I appreciate you listening to me, even if rumor pins you as more of a strictly military figure than a political one, it means a great deal to me just the same.”

He will take any semblance of a foothold he can find at the rate his mission had been going. It would be a gross exaggeration to even call it a crawl, with his appearance alienating most and details of his plight repelling the rest.

#;IC #crescentsweep #i had to move this because my theme is no good at separating the original answer and the thread in an ask post ooph

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voidstained

"The people of Demacia avoid the mentions of magic, I'm surprised you even attempted to speak of a magical -cult- within its walls, stranger."

“All the more reason to speak of it,” tired yellow eyes bore into Xin’s with a muted desperation. “The Prophet takes advantage of those condemned by society and gives them a sense of belonging within his cult.”

“I am not here to resolve your… prejudices as a sweeping grand gesture, but the threat is very real to any hidden and shamed within your walls.”

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Thin dark brows raised in surprise. The words were a warning, and as gently as they were delivered the implication weighed as heavily as the foretold doom the larger man warned of.

There had been rumours of course.. of accidents without eye witness. Incidents without proof… things that Xin himself could not understand, but could not speak up against as an outsider to this adopted culture. Ionia was a land that bled magic, so it had been strange to come to Demacia where it was so feared.

“… I see… that is rather problematic.. I can understand your concern but…” he hesitated as his gaze wandered past the larger man. “… I do doubt your ability to get someone here, at least someone with influence, to listen…”

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Being used to carrying a heavy weight on one’s heart doesn’t necessarily make any new weight lighter, per se. This is something Kassadin is all too familiar with, even now as his heart sinks further. There always has been seemingly so little he can do, with insurmountable odds against him... He cannot move mountains, or in this case shift a whole city-state’s opinions, but he will always make an attempt. He had to.

The towering man waved away Xin’s concern, but replies in a hushed tone, “—I am aware. I did not expect to find open ears in high places so easily, as I never have, but I do believe I’ve caught someone’s attention with my pleas.”

A pause.

“Forgive me, I shouldn’t assume, but you are the closest thing to progress that I’ve had in this place.”

#crescentsweep #;IC

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"The people of Demacia avoid the mentions of magic, I'm surprised you even attempted to speak of a magical -cult- within its walls, stranger."

“All the more reason to speak of it,” tired yellow eyes bore into Xin’s with a muted desperation. “The Prophet takes advantage of those condemned by society and gives them a sense of belonging within his cult.”

“I am not here to resolve your… prejudices as a sweeping grand gesture, but the threat is very real to any hidden and shamed within your walls.”

#crescentsweep #;IC