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boss. /// halvett.
BANTER SUCH AS THIS IS commonplace in the life of a pit fighter ; the type of clothing he wears , whether hewn from rough fabric or fine silk , means nothing but the end of one battle and the beginning of another . ( Being clad in luxury matters little in the face of a living , breathing challenge ———— and agile , glib and witty as Rakan may be , Sett will respond to his taunts with a smile . ) “ Do I now ? ” he responds , matching Rakan’s sneer with a fanged one of his own . “ Think my track record says enough about my strength , don’t’cha think ? Oh , but wait —— I forget you don’t keep track of that kinda thing . ” He shifts , takes a single step towards Rakan to make to invade his personal space , posture the perfect mix of arrogant and playful . Two can play at this game , and dancing is nothing if not another form of combat . “ I could set up a demonstration in the ring if you’re willin’ to dance , pretty boy . ”
HOW A SMILE CAN CONVEY delicacy in its most rich forms, how it is attributed to moments of peace & dulcet times where chaos had been so denied entrance to maintain this conjured serenity. but what of those smiles whose purpose is to taunt, whose sole purpose is to stir chaos, to invoke a muse that shall witness acts of violence, dutifully performed for naught but entertainment. ( this was fun, this was a show, & though two may stand center stage, rakan is beauty's gift upon the world. sett is yet another face in rakan's audience. )
❛ do you know who you're talking to ? ❜ not once does he falter in the face of danger, even as he comes closer, there is no reason to lose upright posture ; no, rakan challenges him, he is one to always smirk & laugh in the face of adversity !! laugh, laugh he does, not hearty, as it's a mere chuckle. the boss of the pits must know the truth : he does not fear him, especially when one wishes to duel him in his own craft. ( that ... is what he meant, right ? ) ❛ rakan, charmer, best dancer in all of ionia. seriously, challenging me to a dance, you sure about that ? i thought fighting was more your style, but who am i to deny anyone a dance !? ❜ hyped up, step forward, preparing himself for supposed dance battle. he was here to fight, but this works, too !
yasuo. /// flowihnd.
OH , HOW THE WANDERER’S DAYS have changed in the melody that threads them together , and how different the rhythm his feet walk to has become . Replacing solitude’s endless vigil is the equally endless energy of the Vastaya , leaves intermittently leaving the comfort of the tree branches in favor of accompanying the wind in its journey . A light chuckle breezes through Yasuo’s parted lips , joining the chilly evening air . “ I meant —— Ah , never mind . ” Explaining it would rob it of fun ; plus , he’s sure Rakan is well aware of the discreet punchline . He takes a small drink from his flask , ties it to his belt , and ( unbeknownst to Rakan ) imitates the Vastaya’s posture , resting the back of his head against joined hands . “ Sounds like the biggest danger for you at the moment was climbing the tree just now ! ”
YASUO SETTLES AGAINST THE TREE trunk , eyes closing briefly before they open once more . The pastels in the sky have begun to dim , giving way to the dark of night and the first peeking twinkles of the stars . “ But don’t you worry , Rakan , I’m not going to miss the rise of the moon … ” he continues , voice softening as the day’s exhaustion creeps up his throat . “ I never do at this point , really . Am I saying I don’t really sleep ? Weeeell … ” Another chuckle , this time encouraged by the influence of slight intoxication . “ Huh , maybe . At least not as often as I should . ”
ah, a farewell to that old routine of solitude, replaced by this new one. / in that distant past, he was the sole entertainer on this set stage, the eyes of the audience focused on naught but him, the beauty & grace of every natural feature, every natural move & its flow, embedded with an exhibited passion from his heart ( it is the melody that guides him ). in a forgotten yesterday, he was chosen, the only capable one of performing these beauteous dances that humans could not avert their gaze from. it is only miracle, fate, luck that now, each festival, there comes a new expectation : certain dance partner, a wanderer whose calling is the wind, appears & leaves just as swift. yasuo. only one who's managed to keep up with his every move, successfully impressing rakan, as both engaged in an impassioned dance that sung for those higher beings, very ones that granted them this gift. this is an art that others would not dare partake in, it's different having another to share this enthusiasm with. this is the new norm he's come to wholeheartedly accept.
❛ hey, that wasn't dangerous at all ! ❜ an abrupt motion, he rises ——— like the moon, its gleaming silver light & its comfort matches rakan's own demeanor, despite his eccentricism. never calm, too much energy that can't be contained. upon sitting up & turning his head ( meager attempt to get a view of yasuo ), though making sure he does not fall as consequence for action. perfect. ❛ i think your lack of sleep's a little more dangerous, yasuo. falling asleep here ... you're not meant to literally fall ! but, guess if you do, i could end up catching you. ❜ surely a jest, his own retort to yasuo's earlier one. its only fair a jubilant canary, granted gift of flight from this chilly wind, is there to rescue what grants him newfound freedom.
yasuo. /// flowihnd.
“ WHAT ? CAN’T A HUMAN WATCH the sunset by his lonesome without it being considered strange ? ” Perhaps it isn’t the most orthodox way of doing so ———— but perching himself atop a tree branch , flask in hand and nodachi resting across his knees , is a better alternative to the ground ( and the people ) below . There is a whisper in the air , like the echo of a distant wind , that speaks in ways no other force in this world can —— and with the familiar comfort of alcohol’s warmth , the incoming night will be much easier to bear .
THAT , AND THE VASTAYA’S UNEXPECTED company . “ You’re thinking I could’ve just picked the ground , right ? Hm . Less dangerous , sort of . But I do like living on the edge . ” ( @feyquil· ! )
❛ it is pretty strange though, don't you think ? ❜ yet who is he to dictate what's strange & what is not ? is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is ? tight - lipped hum emits from his throat, only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree —— fails once, twice, ( loud thud & whine indicative of such ), yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition !! he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo, only then realizing he can't even see him, not even if he turns his head. it's unfortunate, buuuut ... ❛ a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise, not the sunset ! ❜ proceeds to find a more comfortable posture, legs crossing ——— one over the other ——— followed by lax limbs raising, hands meeting at the back of his head, digits interlacing & serving as a headrest // perhaps too carefree, to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down. HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.
❛ what's that about living on the edge, though ? gotta say, life's fun with a little danger. or, in my case, a lot of danger. ❜ life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it ; rather, it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding, seeing one come after him only to fail miserably. even now, he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade. heh, he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it, the wind may be swift, but not a swift as his dance.
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@halvett said : Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."
that's a new one. he's never heard that word before, not really. there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand. sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words, or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new & original. it was almost beautiful. ( the humans feared them for being different, yet they embraced these novel terms they create ——— it's strange. was it due to the fact it was conceived by them, or the mere fact they got used to such terms ? man, who knows. ) it's nothing to fret over, as their beauty could never surpass his. then again, he was the most eye - catching thing, how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete ? even something as strange as that word.
❛ himbo, himbo ... ❜ it's a test. an attempt to speak it, understand it, process it. such a hefty task, his brows furrow & his eyes shut as he ponders over the word. maybe if he thought hard enough, he could garner its true meaning, but alas ... he opts to adopt his own definition, perhaps not too far off from the true meaning. ❛ dunno what that means, but i'll take it as a compliment !! ❜ hearty laugh, followed by a radiant grin & confidence in his every word. ❛ i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen ! ❜ yeah, it definitely fits.
nasus. /// shurima-demigod.
“Unfortunately, I am a bit too busy,” he said, brow raised. “I have my hands a bit full.”
That was a mild way to put it. If he got anymore work, he was convinced he might end up drowning. He accepted another report from a guard, sighing as he read it over and signed it off.
“What brings you to Shurima Rakan? Someone running from Ionia?”
❛ too busy for me ? i'm insulted ! ❜ the exaggeration's obvious in his voice, the mere gesture of hand against his own chest & step back only serves to further accentuate it. right after, there's naught but a smile, a laugh. rakan jests, as per usual. his antics ? they just don't change, he hopes to elicit even a faint grin. ❛ hah, just kidding. i just wanted to come see how you were doing ! what can i say ? guess you were on my mind for a bit & i decided to come visit you. was a long walk, but hey, i missed you. ❜
yasuo. /// windwandered.
Starter Call // @feyquil
“Nope. Stop. Turn around. Take a few steps. Then a few more. Y’know, might as well just keep walkin’ for a thousand paces.” He’s talking as though he’s giving orders to the jovial birdman, wondering if Rakan will actually fall for it.
“You’re not invited to drinking night, tonight. I can’t just bring a plus one, and we know how you get when you get even a taste of alcohol.” Yasuo shudders at the incident. Rakan had made a fool of himself, and embarrassed Yasuo last time, and the wanderer wasn’t about to let that happen again, even if Rakan begged and pleaded.
& he doesn't. is it out of defiance ? one could call it that. orders aren't anything new, they'd always been given to him & in the right context, he'd probably listen ( admittedly, those orders may be forsaken for something grander to him ). here ? why listen when the promise of alcohol urges his desire forward.
❛ aw, come on, yas ! ❜ nickname usage, as if they were close, as if they held a bond that could not be cut even by the most sharp blade. have they indulged in conversations of the heart ? seen each other past the exterior they present ? hell no. friends could not even be the most accurate description for them. drinking buddies ? what were they ? ❛ old buddy, old pal, i promise that this time it's going to be different. you can trust me, right ? ❜ recited line, delivered yet again for the umpth time. some things never change.
??? /// herdream.
❛ wh - what are dreams made of, you ask? ❜ the fawn stutters, ❛ why … they are what you make ‘em …! ❜ she giggles — the other is far from wholly human, what an interesting being! but she has listened to his distant dreams, she could hear them in the gentle night. they are warm, filled with love & fun! oh, so much fun! does he remember her, perhaps? in the dream, did he feel her presence listening in? did he notice her watching? ❛ daydreams, mid - morning dreams, night dreams, oh, oh, a - and dusk dreams! do … do you remember … ? i — i, oh how embarrassing — ❜ @feyquil
interesting. a bit unexpected, but interesting nonetheless. dreams, the symbols that offer refuge & hope, they're whatever one wants them to be ? if a dream can be anything, then can a dream be everything ? if a dream could be everything, then perhaps a dream could be tangible ————— if a dream could be tangible, a dream could be edible & by extension, the sweet delicacy humans have named chocolate. what was he talking about again ?
❛ remember ? ❜ attention brought back at her query, cerulean hues fixed on her delicate features, lips pressing against each other tight as he hums. remember, remember ... ❛ sorry, can't say i do ! ❜ chance of knowing one another through dreams alone ? a definite possibility ! for rakan, however, he opts to remember the fleeting moments of euphoria & peace that consistently exist throughout his dreams. ❛ no need to be embarrassed, stranger !! i asked you a question, only fair you get to ask one right back. ❜
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@iixesha said : Scratches behind his ear. For science reasons
❛ huh ? ❜ he's not used to it, having someone else scratch behind his ears. sure, they were as fluffy as they looked & certainly deserving of anyone's attention, though what more captivating than his feathers he puts on display for all to marvel at ? sure, his ears got some form of attention, no matter how small, but for them to be scratched ? nope, that's new. oh, & an itch he previously didn't have becomes apparent once ekko's fingers scratch behind his ears. ❛ hold on, lil bit more to the left ——— too far. more to the right, aaaaaand ... ❜ there, there's that damn itch !! ❛ right there ! i could scratch it myself, but i've got long nails. don't wanna end up hurtin' my beautiful ears in the process, y'know ? ❜
he's not well versed in this type of thing. strategizing an attack against a single person is one thing, but strategizing for multiple people & devising an intricate web of plan upon plan sounded much too complicated for him. there was always the option, for him, of simply tiring one out ; of course, when it's an entire kingdom full of troops heavily armed, maybe that wasn't an option. his input may not be of the best quality, due to his own methods of battle contrasting heavily with sylas's, though an attempt is all that's surely needed. at least, he hopes so.
❛ you're saying we should do that ? ❜ what did he call it ? a ... pincer attack, or something ? he's not entirely certain on how it might benefit them. thinking on it too much is a chore, even if it is a necessity to claim victory in this uphill battle. regardless, rakan's curiosity is abundant & one of his only tools that could help him understand something a little better. ❛ it's not clicking with me. why not just charge straight into them ? i'm sure they wouldn't expect that !! ❜ /// @unshackles
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@iixesha said : GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN GLASSES.
yeah not happening-
hero. /// bxstiae.
⚜ ; —– [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —– WASN’T LIKE HERO needed to use the sword (actually preferred the bow most of the time ). Though Master Blade had SOME perks to. It seemed to be whispering again, EGGING the Hylian to show the other why in it’s dim glow. Strange. (the sword never got upset over that before ) Only cast a glance at weapon before turning to swing at what seemed like NOTHING.
—– ; BRIGHT ray of light came from the sword; went in the direction a Champion had swung – only to clip the grass that stood in way before hitting a bush in an explosion. Leaves flew in various directions. Perhaps that would be sufficient ENOUGH to answer the question.
❝ 🇭🇲🇲 … ❞
i mean i can still use the bow too i guess .
nothing but sounds of a delicate wind, all as he awaits a response. is there an apparent, valuable reason for his curiosity ? no. rakan isn't one to use weapons, he prefers his dance to be his guide. treat every battle as such & he's found to give a performance that's enough to please the crowd ! still ... a sword over a bow ? doesn't one give you the advantage of distance ? rakan thinks that there's more merit in a bow from that alone. of course, that erroneous belief is quickly left behind when there's a beam of light that collides with a bush & explodes on impact
❛ alright, guess that settles why at least ! ❜ he finds no interest in that weapon. using it would be entertaining, shooting beams of light to anything & having control of a power like that would be for naught but fun. that's why ... ❛ heeey, you don't mind if i use it myself, right ? i wanna give it a shot ! ❜
downtime is not a rarity. living without care in the world is a motto he's since subscribed to, adhering to such hedonistic law for no other reason than to gain pleasure ——— a lack of care for trivial matters that humans fret over allowed gates of new possibilities to be opened, surpassed as all continue to wallow & drown in pools of responsibility. though he is one to quell these worries with song & dance, it is ephemeral, contained within the space he's intruded graced with his presence. rakan is free ——— to remain collective & silent, gazing upon nature's finest work, the trees that stretch towards the azure sky above, the relaxing grass he considers comfortable enough to be a bed, the foreboding man whose primal voice pierces through the tranquil silence of the moment. wait, what ?
❛ huh, not even going to give me your name first or anything ? at least a compliment on my good looks ? ❜ it's not a deliberate remark to avoid the question, he just takes offense to those that fail to be captivated by his charms. possibly because no such magic is being used. perchance because this new individual isn't an average human. lips curve upward with every intent, finding new source of entertainment before him. who was this guy ? ❛ darkin, darkin ... ❜ feigns being lost within own thought process, circling around varus, hand rubbing at own chin, humming to further accentuate elaborate lie. soft chuckle, he shrugs. ❛ nope, sorry. don't think i know anything about the darkin. ❜
The patience of a hunter bridles even the superlative of lust that is his primal instinct to kill — not yet, he chides himself. The quiver of his accursed bow is only half-way drawn, the faintest glimpses of vermilion flickering where the string is at its tensest, but the bow is not aimed. What he seeks is answers, not the heart of the airy Vastayan that he stalks.
He finally approaches close enough to where Varus hides. The soft grass rustles in his wake, and Varus rounds the corner, approaching deliberately, like a snake. His voice is a foreign growl in his ears, primitive and guttural.
“You. Tell me, what do you know about the Darkin?”
@feyquil / sc.
rengar. /// prxdestvkler.
The male watched, a gaze of blue and gold, following the elegant movements of Rakan. Even his feathered facial features moved strangely as his thoughts shifted in his head. Rengar did not know what to really think of the other vastayan. They were vastly differently in appearance even despite their magic being of the same earth and ground. Vastayans were of all kinds and variations. “You dance,” The feline spoke low, a cold rumble deep within his throat, “and I hunt but all for the same reason. It allows us to become what we are and what we should be.” His long tail curled idly, swiping across the tall grass and Rengar sniffed. “If you think I need to learn such brandish moves then I would show you the strength of my claws. I do not need to twitter like a bird nor flaunt the color of my pelt.” The words curled his upper lip, teeth sharp with saliva and yellowed with age.
how different they were, indeed ! each physical attribute marked them vastly distinct from one another, feathers dissimilar to the fur rengar doned. rakan's clean & deceptively shiny pearly whites ( a necessity to deliver charming grins, for he is a charmer, first & foremost ), even the near human qualities rakan possessed marked them different enough. is it a shame that similarities are little to none ? no, no, that only makes things amusing for him. the more differences, the merrier, he'd argue.
❛ man, you sound old, focusing on the attack if anything. ❜ though not useless. knowing one's way around a battle is a necessity. spontaneous is that type of encounter, albeit expecting the unexpected is a norm he's sure both of them have adopted. what's entertaining & what's done for survival, for sport, are they truly as different as he perceives them to be ? ❛ buuut, not bad. you're right. you do what you need to, just to be the best version of yourself. that's why i dance. it's fun ! ❜
❛ you're a lot taller than me. ❜ the fact he even has to look up is indicator enough to him. ❛ & yet, i still dig it. i consider myself a lucky guy. ❜ /// @carminae
❛ are you sure you're a little too busy, nasus ? don't even got a liiiittle time for me ? just a little. promise i'll give you a reward ! ❜ /// @shurima-demigod
❛ you call yourself the boss, but isn't that just a title you're hiding behind, or something ? they usually say guys like you are the weakest of the bunch. pretty interesting, ain't it ? ❜ /// @halvett
❛ hold on, i don't get what you're saying. why would you rather use a sword over a bow ? ❜ /// @bxstiae
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@thegleamingquill said : "Damn, do I look good!," Rakan said, checking out his clone. Not like he was gonna question it, the more Rakans, the better. "I'm so fine I could kiss myself! Whaddya say, twin?" [ the selfcest is over 9000- and hello! ]
❛ is that a question, or is it an offer ? ❜ to say he wouldn't be checking the other rakan out is a flat out lie. he is vain, he is one to spend hours in front of the mirror, praising himself & speaking of how sexy he is. beauty is not a sin, it is a blessing that only few may have ; even so, that beauty, itself, is varied. there are groups of beautiful people, albeit competition will exist amongst them, no two people's beauty being absolute & alike less they were the same person. that's the case here. the embodiment of beauty ( rakan himself ) is granted opportunity to gaze upon himself ——— no mirror, just another rakan, completely identical to him in every which way. he smirks. ❛ come on, pucker up & c'mere !! not every day i get to kiss someone as fine as myself ! ❜
defensator replied to your post: unprompted. / always accepting !! ...
“glad to see we are going for fair and unbiased opinions here, bird boy.”
❛ you'll get your chance to shine when i'm gone or something, old man. 'course, i'll still be the sexiest thing your city's seen. ❜
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@iixesha said : "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"
❛ exactly, someone gets it ! ❜ is this the time to be boastful of his own looks ? absolutely. though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty, though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he, as a vastaya, holds, this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others. that, & ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire, continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy. ❛ don't get me wrong, jayce's jawline isn't bad, but it's nothing compared to mine's. plus, why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine !! ❜
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@defensator said : so YOU are an eleven? hah!
❛ yeah, did i stutter ? ❜ oh, look, a smirk curves at his lips. he's pressed the right buttons & he's gonna keep at it. ❛ come on, if you want to be an eleven, you gotta have better hearing than that, old man ! or is age starting to catch up to you ? ❜
❛ uh, about that. ❜ rakan ? nervous ? no, no, it's surely feigned. he's not one to be so easily intimidated by anything, especially not jayce's experiment of the day. ❛ i actually have to be somewhere else. duty calls & all that. think we could try this ... whatever this is some other time ? ❜ /// @friendsinthefrost
❛ that's ... not how you wear a mask, buddy. ❜ could it even be called a mask if it only partly covered one side of the face ? not really. he doesn't think so, at least. ❛ think there's better ones out there you could try on, just a thought ! ❜ /// @destructivour
yasuo... :) / always accepting !!
@windwandered said : Can you heal me for once.
another bot lane with ashe & nautilus as their enemies ( how original, how putrid, surely the skills needed to shoot arrows & throw a damn hook must be so prestigious ), one would assume that playing safe would net victory ; alas, that didn't work. countless times has he been hooked & knocked airborne, countless times had he been victim to ashe's icy arrows to protect his carry, countless times already had he poked at them successfully & ran towards his carry to offer what little assistance he could. each time failed, albeit he's used to working with uncooperative people ——— varus, thou shalt not be missed ——— the multiple quips had irked him. maybe a little too much.
❛ hey, here's a better idea, stop running from me when you know i'm about to HEAL YOU !!! ❜ moment of rage, cool & collected demeanor forsaken for the rare exasperated one. the rift always has surprises for him. rakan's intent was to scold ; however, he feels a hook against his person & his eyes go wide. their ults are up, aren't they ? ❛ aw, crap ——— ❜ sixth death, here he comes !!!
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@lawbrought said : No, Rakan, for the last time—I'm not going to arrest you for your supposed pulchritude, despite your best efforts to get on my last desultory nerve.
ANOTHER FAILED ATTEMPT DOWN THE DRAIN !!! time & time again has he come into contact with piltover's police force, cries of distress & wails of a truly accursed truth : that he is the most beauteous thing in this city, that none will ever dream to match his level of beauty !! / this society of progression shall march forward, time's steadfast gaze paving way forward, citizens learning acts of kindness, weapons becoming more effective with each new technological advancement, & the fashion, too, shall progress. a new level of beauty will be accepted within this society, the hues of their clothes will invoke beauty's embodiment ( him, him ), albeit for naught, as rakan's beauty shall never be surpassed.
❛ come on, can't you see this is serious !? ❜ dramatic as he is, he falls to his knees, holding her hand with both of his. to prevent escape, to plead that she follow the duty piltover's law ; surely, the reason their trends do not match his standards is due to some abstract, obsolete law that all abide by, right ? one that prevents from anyone as beautiful as rakan to be in piltover !! ❛ i'm just too beautiful for piltover, it's practically illegal ! you gotta handcuff me & arrest me !! ❜
pit's king. /// halvett.
“ PEOPLE SAY THEY DON’T LIKE violence , ” begins Sett as though speaking to the elements , whichever one of them may be willing to listen ——— and rubs his knuckles against his palm , “ but they all watch . ” And sure enough it feels like someone has been watching him drag the faces of some smart - asses ( should he even bother calling them muggers ? Cowards , maybe , nothing more than that ) through mud of the cold city streets , all stealthy and secretive in a way Sett is far from familiar with . He stands to his full height again , hands clenched into fists .
“ SO WHOEVER’S OUT HERE GETTIN’ an eyeful ‘a this better say hello . I was never good at hide ‘n seek . ”
⇢ SETT & RAKAN . / @feyquil . / STARTER CALL . ( FT . A CANON QUOTE . )
watch they do. to marvel at the spectacle of violence is to become a part of the audience, witnessing knuckles coming into contact with another's face, knocking out a tooth or two, it's unique to that type of performance. it is a dance that requires brute strength, burly individuals that could easily instill fear into a layperson. who better at this fatal dance than the king of the pit, the boss everyone has whispered on & on about for his strength ? ( what show he truly puts on. a meat head to the very end of coincidental confrontation. ) sett's dance ... is it calculated, or is it blind rage that overcomes his being ? curiosity may kill the cat, but a bird's vantage comes from flight alone.
❛ not good at hide 'n seek ? ❜ finally, he speaks, blessing very atmosphere with his voice once more. talking is his forte, one of many gifts. ❛ probably 'cause you're not supposed to punch those you find. ❜ around the corner & he's in full view, grin plastered on his lips. mischievous. not looking for trouble, but to thank for the show. or is silent appreciation far superior ? ❛ you did a number on those guys, though. not bad ! i'm impressed. ❜ despite his praise, distance is maintained. albeit rakan holds confidence for his own escape tactics, he opts to be careful around the boss. / to become his enemy is to take part of the play, to be on his stage. this deadly dance is not for him. not yet.
❛ i don't really get it. ❜ far more differences than he'd imagine, rengar had more of a penchant for hunting than, say, dancing, magic, freedom !! only perceived similarity would be their titles as wanderers. to travel across ionia & discover what this land had in store for them, that was where their goals aligned or overlapped even a little bit, right ? ❛ hunting ? not really my thing. now, if we're talking about dancing, i'm sure i could teach you a thing or two ! ❜ /// @prxdestvkler
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@herpleasvre said : sees his feathery tail, looks at her sharpened ones.. bats at his tail.
oh, what's she doing ? does she think herself better because her tails are just a little more sharpened then rakan's ? hm. she might be right, though getting him to admit that would be a difficult task. he makes sure to return the favor, anyway, & bats at her tail right back with his hand. ❛ a little rude to do that out of nowhere, huh ? ❜ & he smiles so as to let her know his message is not out of hostility. they were simply ... playing around. nothing deep, nothing bad. ❛ only fair i do the same to you ! ❜
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@oceanbrings said : She is just going to admire his cape/wing and the beautiful feathers.
❛ take all the time you need, ❜ is it his method of calling her out ? perhaps. whether or not her gaze towards his feathers was meant to be stealthy or not, he didn't really care. her admiration of these beauteous, nearly glimmering feathers was the attention he craved, the eyes of his audience that he so performed for. who could blame her for staring ? ❛ you aren't the first one to admire my feathers, definitely not the last. so tell me when you're all good ! oh, & feel free to touch, by the way. they're as soft as they look. ❜ is this all fueling his pride ? definitely. is he going to make an effort to cease her stare ? nope, why cease what he can't control. ( if his beauty is truly so captivating others will stop to marvel at him, is he the perpetrator ? or should they return to staring at the mundane activity they were previously caught up in ? )
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@finalwhispers said : He is very, /very/ fixated on Rakan's cape. Whatever that terrible crooner is saying, he doesn't care. He wants the cape. Perhaps some glitter in the eyes will serve as a good distraction.....
& so does he march on with each futile word that escapes him, trivial matters of his own accomplishments, the fame & glory that has followed throughout extensive travels / same ones where all regard him as a beacon, a light that facilitates the mirth residing within all's fatigued hearts, rakan is a benign gift from fate ——— it is her apology delivered through one charismatic individual, his desire naught but entertainment ——— no matter how convoluted he may be. / dulcet vocalization of achievements serves no material purpose, as a transient moment of elation stems from presupposed assumption of another's undivided attention ( all eyes on him, as he is at the center of life's stage, the audience there to behold him ). elation's demise, however, came at the rise of a common truth : his ' cape ' was the true object of attention. albeit such should cause newfound joy, rakan finds confusion coloring his own features, wondering ... wondering how a simple cape could captivate one more than, say, his feathers.
❛ hey, ❜ initial attempt at gaining jhin's attention, though he's sure his words fell upon deaf ears. no reaction. only a focused gaze on his cape. what courses through his mind ? did he want a closer look ? ❛ are you looking at my cape ? ❜ vocalizes the query roaming in his mind, subsequently humming & allowing a grin to form on his lips now. hand travels to the side of his own ' cape ' & he pulls on it slightly, carefully, to show off more of it. ❛ pretty great color, am i right ? looks good on me ! ❜ his feathers were a far more beauteous sight than this deceitful cape !!