Life is Precious
Wit appeared wearing a long cloak. It covered most of his face. It was obvious that he was hiding. The rat walked over to the girl, speaking rather softly, "You. Your name is Mira, correct?" He didn't turn towards her. The rat looked as if he were speaking to himself.

psychoticrat:

mirathemessenger:

The young Messenger cocked her head at the emergence of some stranger. Soft whispers and tense movements did little to put the youngling at ease, and Mira could feel her mouth already beginning to screw up in nervous apprehension. Her eyes quickly skittered about her surroundings, making note of possible exit routes or defining characteristics.

Upon her wrist, she noticed a subtle shimmer along the silver surface of her bracelet. Her brow furrowed at the sight, muttering soft concerns beneath her breath. “Decontamination…? Foreign fauna neutralized…?”

Turning her attention back to the stranger and his peculiar behavior, she gave a quick nod and stuttered out a reply, “Y-Yes, I am Mira the Messenger, o-of Spero. W-Who are you, M-Mister, and how are you a-ac-acquainted with me?” Jayce and Vince had always warned her about individuals like these, to not trust them at face value. Perhaps it was time to put those lessons to a proper test.

[ psychoticrat ]

Wit’s ears flicked at the other’s mutterings. He couldn’t help but to eye the glowing bracelet. The rat wanted to know how it worked. How it figured out a defense so quickly. He practically ignored the girl’s questions for a moment. He was more interested in the glowing accessory than anything else. Finding out any information would be helpful to him. Hopefully, Wit could find a way to convince her to come with him. It wouldn’t be easy, considering how timid and flighty she already seemed. She was weary of Wit, and he knew it. She had been taught, or learned from experience, that she shouldn’t talk with strangers. The rat cleared his throat and moved his hood back slightly. Looking up at the girl, he smiled warmly, “My name is Wit. I apologize for my rude behavior. I’m trying to keep myself hidden. I don’t wish to endanger you, but I know you have connections to others. Do you, perhaps, know of Prince Jarvan? Could you deliver a message to him for me?”

The change in mannerisms did little but unsettle the girl, and she took a reflexive step back as his body shifted positions. His answers and behavior deviated from accepted protocol. Then there was the matter of his appearance. Far from human but not less alive, he held the visage of a rat with the body of a man.

Her curiosity was piqued, instantly reminded of Champion Twitch. A tenant of her being as a citizen of Spero was belief in the proliferation of life in dynamic coexistence. In simpler words, Mira never found reason to judge a person based off of their appearance. Rather, it was the person within that deserved her consideration, and a bad feeling pervaded Wit’s presence.

"Y-Yes, Mister Wit. I have heard of Prince Jarvan the Fourth, heir to the Demacian throne, but I do not know him personally… I would not like to d-disappoint you, but the only c-connections I have are the bonds I share with my friends and family as well as m-my duty to the city of Spero… I-I cannot deliver packages that are not given to me b-by the a postal center, b-but I will hear out your message…"

Wit’s smile was warm, but his body spoke cold indifference. His was not the warmth she found on the day she had met Jayce. A small mantra played in her mind as she straightened her posture and held her hands in front. 'Be brave…

Wit appeared wearing a long cloak. It covered most of his face. It was obvious that he was hiding. The rat walked over to the girl, speaking rather softly, "You. Your name is Mira, correct?" He didn't turn towards her. The rat looked as if he were speaking to himself.

The young Messenger cocked her head at the emergence of some stranger. Soft whispers and tense movements did little to put the youngling at ease, and Mira could feel her mouth already beginning to screw up in nervous apprehension. Her eyes quickly skittered about her surroundings, making note of possible exit routes or defining characteristics.

Upon her wrist, she noticed a subtle shimmer along the silver surface of her bracelet. Her brow furrowed at the sight, muttering soft concerns beneath her breath. “Decontamination…? Foreign fauna neutralized…?”

Turning her attention back to the stranger and his peculiar behavior, she gave a quick nod and stuttered out a reply, “Y-Yes, I am Mira the Messenger, o-of Spero. W-Who are you, M-Mister, and how are you a-ac-acquainted with me?” Jayce and Vince had always warned her about individuals like these, to not trust them at face value. Perhaps it was time to put those lessons to a proper test.

[ psychoticrat ]

// So the time has come. I’ve reached a milestone *cheers* So let us celebrate with a giveaway!

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Words cannot express how grateful I am that this many people even bothered to follow me, it really gets me hopeful about my role playing ability, my art and my personality.

I want to thank you all who have been here all along and replied to my asks, willing to role play with me. You are all great and lovely people, with awesome muses. 

Thank you once again! 

lilmisslydiamartin:

To all of the students out there:

I know that RP is addictive. I know it’s an excellent stress relief. I know that sometimes, you feel like you have to apologize for not being on, or for not replying. Well, please let me just remind you of something.

RP will be here. We will still be here. And if anyone tries to pressure you for not replying, forget them. YOUR SCHOOLING IS TOO IMPORTANT! If you have a paper to write, don’t worry about replies! If you need to study for a test, those memes in your ask box do not take president.

Remember, RP is here for fun. It shouldn’t ruin your life. Don’t let it.

AND DON’T PROCRASTINATE!

OC Promos - Wave II

obnoxiousnoxian:

thedryadfromtheforest - a Dryad from the forests of Ionia, she was recently misplaced due to an accident. She now calls the mainland home. She’s very friendly and curious about people she meets! But Noxians and Zaunites beware! 

the-stricken-veteran - a displaced solder, plucked from one conflicted world and deposited into the next. He’s since been carving his way on Runeterra. 

ask-miss-campbell - a Noxian who lost her arm in an accident, has since gained a mechanical one through a trade with Viktor. She’s now a supporter of the Glorious Evolution. 

enforcedviolence:

[[I AGREE WITH DIS.]]

[ HONESTLY, like I can’t picture Piltover being anything less than what modern society is now?? if anything Piltover is ahead in terms of technology so why should the fashion/architecture/food/people/etc. be any less? I won’t go so far as to assume they are FUTURISTIC but I wouldn’t put it past the people of Piltover to have cell phones and nice, modern looking cars, and whatnot. ]

//I always saw Piltover closer to last century Manhattan with a patchwork technology driven by techmaturgy. I don’t see them spot on modern technology since they have no need for really hard science since magic largely fills the gap. Who really needs internet when you can teleport for instance? Who needs nuclear tech when you got rune magic? 

"Mira. It's been a while." The sable-clad Summoner approached the Messenger. "How are your studies progressing?"

summoner-renzus:

mirathemessenger:

summoner-renzus:

mirathemessenger:

Mira dangled her petite feet as she concentrated upon the numerous tomes spread about on the bench beneath her. A pencil tapped out a steady rhythm on her pursed lips as her forest eyes skittered across the bound leaves and trees, occasionally jotting down notes in a foreign short-hand.

The familiar voice filled with its low croon brought the young Messenger’s attention up to meet Renzus’ hooded visage. A delighted smile spread across her lips, beaming her youthful exuberance as she gazed into his eyes like smoke. Quickly, her ashen bangs were tossed too and fro as she searched for a place to set aside her large notebook but found no suitable space amongst the numerous materials already resting about her. The sable Summoner could see the young one’s journal well worn and much more filled with information than the last time he had seen the young apprentice.

Without location to set her belongings, Mira opted to clutch the notebook tight against her chest to stand and be near Renzus. Like a child to its parent, she hovered about him with excitement written clear on her features. “Mister Renzus!” Her voice chimed to be tailed with a bright laugh. “I am very happy to see you again! My studies are going well though Tybresa does not have as much time to see me these days.”

Her head leaned slightly to one side as she spoke as if contemplating the circumstances of her mentor’s absence, but her focus remained riveted on the man before her. “In the lull between my meetings with her, I have decided to take on extra research of my own! I am currently studying the nature of magic in bloodlines in an attempt to see if magical aptitude is a hereditary trait. In addition, I wish to see the variance in so-called “bloodline magic” as well as combing family trees to see surviving members to see if I could possibly obtain genetic samples for later experimentation to confirm any hypothesis. Though I do not know how to conduct the operations myself, I am sure that my elders in Spero will know how to search the genetic sequence for possible deviance and similarities.”

As she tended to be, Mira was open with Renzus with the nature of her studies. Though wary of Tybresa’s warnings about Renzus and his atypical magic, Mira still believed that he had her best interest at heart. The tiny Messenger hoped that he would guide her and prevent her from erring too often as such. However, it was indeed a pleasure to see someone she called friend after so long. Behind the brilliance of her smile, Renzus could see that Mira bit back a barrage of questions possibly about his well-being and recent activities.

[ summoner-renzus ]

The walk to the Institute’s central cafeteria took little more than a few minutes. When they got there, they saw a considerable crowd already present, most of them clamoring for the same thing that they were here for; the boxes of much-coveted pastries.

“Why don’t you go find us a seat? I’ll go see if I can navigate that crowd.” Renzus said to Mira, already dreading the foray into the mass of people surrounding the stalls.

As a compressed spring to free movement, Mira sprung up as a portion of the weight was lifted from her arms. Her brow unfurrowed as she smiled her thanks to Renzus though a blush of effort persisted upon her features. Far from limitless, the young one’s strength was not made for intense physical activity and was marked by the occasional grunt beneath her strain.

Mira was strong enough to lift her body weight with ease, allowing her to vault over obstacles and seemingly defy gravity as a messenger’s life dictated, but the minutes dragged as she waddled alongside her friend. Mira was relieved to have arrived at their destination. The bustling commotion of the lunch rush combined with the demand for the sweet treats instilled the air with an electric vivacity.

Before she could assent, Renzus was already wading into the purple ocean. Rather than be idle with her books, Mira scurried off in search of the tea they were to drink as a complement. The Institute had plenty for the various cultures that enjoyed them. As she drew towards the head of her line, she stood on the tips of her toes to try and glimpse the sable summoner.

Fighting through the crowd proved to be a lengthy, claustrophobic and hazardous affair that tested Renzus’ limits of restraint far more than any of his assassination missions ever did. The urge to simply barrel his way through the throng of purple around him was a temptation that he needed to actively suppress. Then again, this wasn’t the first time that social graces felt out of habit for him.

He was able to, however, eventually acquire a box of tarts, and then wrestle his way back out of the crowd. Looking around to see where the young Messenger had slipped off to, he eventually spotted her in line for tea. He waved to her, smiling warmly as she inevitably spotted his sable robes in the crowd. Quickly, he found a table not far from the tea stall, where Mira could see him clearly. A spare chair was put to use stacking her books and materials. Now, he’d just needed to wait for her to return with tea, and their meal could begin.

Mira flashed a dazzling smile and returned his wave before turning her attention to choosing an appropriate tea for their meal. It did not take long for her to settle on a fine brew, a green tea with a sharper taste and clean aftertaste to contrast the sweet tarts. The Institute employees were nothing short of overwhelmed, but Mira was identifiable enough in her unique shades of tan and light blue to not be completely forgotten in the crowd. The apprentice thanked the worker and dove into the sea of purple with kettle in hand. On occasion, her top of her ashen head would peak over the shoulders of the summoners to reorient herself.

After more time than should have been spent, Mira arrived at the table where Renzus sat in wait. The young woman set the kettle with its emanating warmth upon the table alongside two cups and sat herself down with a light sigh. “I had never imagined that the Institute of War could accommodate so many people and orders at lunch! In truth, I do enjoy the liveliness, but it would be nice to not have to compete for food.”

Mira smiled her thanks upon spotting her books piled in an unused chair before proceeding to pour both of them a cup of tea. Since Renzus had gone through such lengths to acquire the pastries, she let him have the first taste of the tarts though he could tell that her eyes glistened in anticipation as well.

"Mira. It's been a while." The sable-clad Summoner approached the Messenger. "How are your studies progressing?"

summoner-renzus:

mirathemessenger:

mirathemessenger:

Mira dangled her petite feet as she concentrated upon the numerous tomes spread about on the bench beneath her. A pencil tapped out a steady rhythm on her pursed lips as her forest eyes skittered across the bound leaves and trees, occasionally jotting down notes in a foreign short-hand.

The familiar voice filled with its low croon brought the young Messenger’s attention up to meet Renzus’ hooded visage. A delighted smile spread across her lips, beaming her youthful exuberance as she gazed into his eyes like smoke. Quickly, her ashen bangs were tossed too and fro as she searched for a place to set aside her large notebook but found no suitable space amongst the numerous materials already resting about her. The sable Summoner could see the young one’s journal well worn and much more filled with information than the last time he had seen the young apprentice.

Without location to set her belongings, Mira opted to clutch the notebook tight against her chest to stand and be near Renzus. Like a child to its parent, she hovered about him with excitement written clear on her features. “Mister Renzus!” Her voice chimed to be tailed with a bright laugh. “I am very happy to see you again! My studies are going well though Tybresa does not have as much time to see me these days.”

Her head leaned slightly to one side as she spoke as if contemplating the circumstances of her mentor’s absence, but her focus remained riveted on the man before her. “In the lull between my meetings with her, I have decided to take on extra research of my own! I am currently studying the nature of magic in bloodlines in an attempt to see if magical aptitude is a hereditary trait. In addition, I wish to see the variance in so-called “bloodline magic” as well as combing family trees to see surviving members to see if I could possibly obtain genetic samples for later experimentation to confirm any hypothesis. Though I do not know how to conduct the operations myself, I am sure that my elders in Spero will know how to search the genetic sequence for possible deviance and similarities.”

As she tended to be, Mira was open with Renzus with the nature of her studies. Though wary of Tybresa’s warnings about Renzus and his atypical magic, Mira still believed that he had her best interest at heart. The tiny Messenger hoped that he would guide her and prevent her from erring too often as such. However, it was indeed a pleasure to see someone she called friend after so long. Behind the brilliance of her smile, Renzus could see that Mira bit back a barrage of questions possibly about his well-being and recent activities.

[ summoner-renzus ]

She allowed herself a giggle as the hand of a hardened man passed through the soft locks of her hair. Far from both child and adult, Mira danced along the boundaries of expectations and danced about the bench to gather her study materials. The tomes quickly mounted into a sizable stack that created a juxtaposition of her jovial cheer and the weighted wisdom.

"Let us hurry then, Mister Renzus, so that we may have ample time to enjoy our afternoon! This sounds like a lovely plan already, and I cannot wait!" Teetering under the sheer heft of her materials, Mira swayed to and fro, nuzzling against Renzus’ side whenever they collided.

“Alright, settle down, little one.” Renzus chuckled, reaching out and alleviating Mira of some of her burdens. Even he didn’t often require as much as this when he conducted research. Some of the book were also fairly weighty, which made him wonder how physically strong the Messenger was. She certainly didn’t look like it.

The walk to the Institute’s central cafeteria took little more than a few minutes. When they got there, they saw a considerable crowd already present, most of them clamoring for the same thing that they were here for; the boxes of much-coveted pastries.

“Why don’t you go find us a seat? I’ll go see if I can navigate that crowd.” Renzus said to Mira, already dreading the foray into the mass of people surrounding the stalls.

As a compressed spring to free movement, Mira sprung up as a portion of the weight was lifted from her arms. Her brow unfurrowed as she smiled her thanks to Renzus though a blush of effort persisted upon her features. Far from limitless, the young one’s strength was not made for intense physical activity and was marked by the occasional grunt beneath her strain.

Mira was strong enough to lift her body weight with ease, allowing her to vault over obstacles and seemingly defy gravity as a messenger’s life dictated, but the minutes dragged as she waddled alongside her friend. Mira was relieved to have arrived at their destination. The bustling commotion of the lunch rush combined with the demand for the sweet treats instilled the air with an electric vivacity.

Before she could assent, Renzus was already wading into the purple ocean. Rather than be idle with her books, Mira scurried off in search of the tea they were to drink as a complement. The Institute had plenty for the various cultures that enjoyed them. As she drew towards the head of her line, she stood on the tips of her toes to try and glimpse the sable summoner.

yoursimplec:

mirathemessenger:

"That resolution is very pleasing to hear, Mister!" The young one’s lips pulled into a broad smile. Though her vernacular connoted age and experience, her tone was reminiscent of a child in the bud of youth. "I hope that you will understand better what I and Summoner Maury have been trying to express. In kind, I hope that I may give Maury more tolerance for these situations. Nevertheless, I do believe that Champion Jinx deserves some measure of privacy even though I have a strong dislike for her. Be careful in your investigations and ascertain that they are not unwanted. We do not wish to become the negativity we study, sympathy not empathy."

He knew better than to be stuck with a singular view and not budge from it. It was a fool’s way of being concrete in a belief if the belief is no longer viable - different ways of thinking about certain situations were key. C was not an idiot, after all…he may be hypocritical many times but he would never do as the law did.

"Thank you." He told the messenger as she was glad to hear he had a change of perspective in the entire thing. "I will certainly try. Maury is a friend of mines and I would not like his ideals and mines to clash and be the end of what we have worked on." Though how they ended up being friends was…an interesting tale.

"Thank you for your understanding as well, Miss. I am glad to see that your emotions don’t…spur you as they have done to Maury." To call him that was odd but he preferred it over Mau…but he wouldn’t use the man’s full name to someone he wasn’t sure knew of it. Names were touchy with C, given who the man was. 

"I whole heartedly agree."

"My emotions guide me, Mister, but I cannot let them rule me. There are many things that I feel strongly against but, I understand, are necessary for the proper function of modern society." A sullen smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she held C in a calm, emerald gaze. Any person Mau deemed worthy of friendship was more than enough for her to extend a hand of trust.

"It is unfortunate, but all friends will encounter clashing ideals at some point in time. It is in our nature to be different, and it is more important  how we address those differences as opposed to what they are. I hope that a discussion with Maury at a later time will bring both of you to a better understanding of not just Champion Jinx but of other people as well.”

Mira honestly wished for the improvement of all, ally, enemy, or stranger. Though she was only a single person with the world, she believed that every life touched would shift their planet towards an ultimate balance and understanding. Perhaps, she would meet Maury’s friend again at a later date, and perhaps she wouldn’t. Either way, she way glad to have resolved some issue to some degree.

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

baschion-the-yordle:

mirathemessenger:

mirathemessenger:

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

( baschion-the-yordle )

Mira lips pulled into a light frown at the sharp edge in his voice. She believed the hostility unwarranted and more a lack of forethought. Even a child could easily climb onto a bed with minimal effort, and there were always the chairs and various small objects about. If he had decided so, she was sure he could have found somewhere more comfortable then her Messenger’s bag. Still, Mira doubted that it was worth dissuading him from his thoughts.

"Baschion…" The girl rolled the name over her tongue, smiling as she liked the feel of it. "That is a very nice name, easy to pronounce and pleasant to hear. Please tell me, Mister Baschion, where did you plan to go today? I am well acquainted with Wanderer’s of a different variety. Theirs is an interesting and vibrant lifestyle so long as the most basic needs are met."

Mira decided that their meeting had not been a pleasant one by the edge of the yordle’s voice, but it had been surprising nonetheless. Baschion was the first yordle she had the company of for any length of time. Their anatomy vastly differed from her own, but their strength and dexterity was by no means equally diminutive. Jayce often had words for praise for his yordle counterparts in the sciences, and many yordle champions proved fierce upon the Fields of Justice. She wondered why Baschion deviated from what she had learned by such a large margin. Sociable behavior and interpersonal contact was an integral part of their well being and social structure.

What was a yordle like him doing so far from not only his own kind, but from others, not solely in body but in mind? Mira also questioned his decision making from the evidence their meeting had provided. The Messenger worried for his safety and well being.

"Is there any way I can help you before, Mister Baschion? I also advise you to avoid Messengers’ bags in the future, because they are used nearly daily by the couriers of Runeterra. I do concede that my own bag is different in form and function, but I do not come from Valoran."

     “Well, while I normally just wander around, I generally don’t have any particular destination in place.  Isn’t the journey what it is all about?”  Baschion said, as he let a a little sigh, before he gently rubbed his hand over his furry head.  He eventually let his right hand fall to his side.  She was offering to help him, and he generally didn’t quite like accepting help.  He did need a new outfit, and a source of income.  Baschion took a moment to compose himself, and then started to speak as he tried to keep himself composed.
     “Despite my thoughts on this, I do have a few needs that I need taken care of.  I need a new outfit, let alone some source of income to prevent myself from starving.  Vagrancy is not the most fun of lives, but messengers are vagrants with purpose, so is there any way that I can perhaps join your messenger group?”  Baschion said slowly, trying to hold himself back from saying anything too sharply.  He didn’t quite want his tone to seem begging, but he was not above begging at this point.  He looked at Mira, his eyes doing the begging for him.

"You wish to become a messenger!" Mira eyes ignited at the request. Ignoring the look in his eyes, the girl was more than delighted to help someone along in their life, especially if it meant another person to join her own way of living. At once, her mouth was running to tell Baschion of all he could receive as a courier of Valoran.

"I find that being a messenger lets me explore the world as I travel across the world to deliver different packages. There are wages on top of the necessities of survival. The office will also supply you with a uniform and travel expenses if I recall correctly. If you are content with being told where to go but not how to get there, then a courier’s lifestyle would suit you well!

"However, I am affiliated with both my home-city of Spero as a Messenger class and as a a messenger in occupation in Valoran. Classes are assigned in my home, but you can apply to be a courier in any city-state you wish to designate as your ‘home.’ There is an office in Piltover that Miss Iris associates with and another in Demacia where my friend Miss Vina was born. I am sure there is are offices at the Institute of War and within Bandle City as well. The requirements of the occupation are low as well. If you would like I can escort you to the PIltovian branch.”

[ iris-the-electromancer demacianmessenger ]