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  • Question: "If the sass comes with age, wouldn't Nocturne technically be the sassiest?" - askironscaleshyvana
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    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    "Wow, since when does age= level of profession? We all have lived a very long time, but mortals do not have that much time to learn all the sassy ways.”

    "Since I’m not entirely mortal, would you mind teaching me then?" 

    "I do mind, since these are very ancient scriptures… only do the Isles have permission to read such texts."

    "Uh huh. And I suppose those ‘scriptures’ are damn near holy for you all?"

    "And well hidden within the Isles, until the next Isler is chosen."

    "Hmph. I see. Very well then, I suppose I will just have to teach myself."

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  • Question: "If the sass comes with age, wouldn't Nocturne technically be the sassiest?" - askironscaleshyvana
  • Answer:

    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    "Wow, since when does age= level of profession? We all have lived a very long time, but mortals do not have that much time to learn all the sassy ways.”

    "Since I’m not entirely mortal, would you mind teaching me then?" 

    "I do mind, since these are very ancient scriptures… only do the Isles have permission to read such texts."

    "Uh huh. And I suppose those ‘scriptures’ are damn near holy for you all?"

Source: thresh-the-chain-warden
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  • Question: "If the sass comes with age, wouldn't Nocturne technically be the sassiest?" - askironscaleshyvana
  • Answer:

    thresh-the-chain-warden:

    "Wow, since when does age= level of profession? We all have lived a very long time, but mortals do not have that much time to learn all the sassy ways.”

    "Since I’m not entirely mortal, would you mind teaching me then?" 

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doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

"I’m not a damned ghost.  I much prefer the term ‘phantom’." she would hear his voice before she would see him, though the creeping sense of cold could not be thrown off.  When he did show himself, he would appear above her, floating upside-down and drifting within face range so he could stare down her dragon maw circumspectly.  The darkness he had been allowing to creep through the institute seemed to be following him, as it crept within his range once he had appeared before her, though slowly.  It didn’t seem to cause much harm aside from making everything feel like a black and white dream.  

I think this body is much more suitable for you.  Why don’t you use it more often?”

There seemed to be a flare of irritation from the entity Shyvana had come to visit upon hearing her words, a couple supernovas in the distance radiating an angry heat across the stars they mingled with.  He was not so enraged by her statement that he refused to see her, however — Shyvana would soon be greeted by a more stable figure, though it was not the usual body she was familiar with.  Rather, he’d opted to take the form of an ethereal dragon, its body an intangible black and be-speckled with radiance that was similar to the universe they seemed to be floating through.  It was most definitely him, though — or perhaps an illusion that he was controlling, as it spiraled round her and entangled tails, its’ touch like ice and eyes an empty off white.

Keeping myself out of shackles isn’t unnecessary.  I’ve only brought death to those who threaten to imprison me again.  I’m only doing as any creature would do in these circumstances.  I don’t know what you expect of me.”    

"I expect a certain level of maturity from someone your age." Considering how much older Nocturne was than her, Shyvana was exceptionally patronizing and condescending. Staring directly into the eyes of the phantasmal dragon, Shyvana let out a sigh. "I really shouldn’t worry about you as much as I do. You know, since you’re primordial and all that, but you’re so reckless that I have to." 

 ”Oh, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop fucking with me trying to frighten me. I’ve long since conquered my fear of dragons, and I’ve never been particularly afraid of you. Quite the opposite in fact.” 

A few puffs of thick, black smoke be-speckled with flickering blue energy drifted from what one could presume were his ‘nostrils’, though his features were about as clear in this shape as they were in his usual display. He circled around her lazily, a constant hum reverberating around them that lingered at the back of her mind.   

I’m not trying to frighten you.  Some of this is your own doing; your subconscious intermingling with my own personal flare.  You can control the atmosphere as you like.  You’ve given me no reason to inhibit you from such.  Visualize something and it will present itself to you.” he informed her in a static tone, dark wings flapping now and again.

"Hmph." She grunted. Her own doing huh? Well if that was the case, there was only one way to get the dragon out of her face, but Nocturne wouldn’t like it. Not that she cared of course, it was simply to prevent him from trying to gut her like the many summoners that he’d already eviscerated. Had absolutely nothing to do with trying to get him to ‘smile’ nope, nothing at all. 

Nevertheless, she went through with the transformation, anticipating Nocturne’s own transformation and perhaps even the environment’s shift. If being in dragon form rflected the night sky, then her human form would be mirrored by the midday sun, though Nocturne’s own influence would probably balance it out more to twilight. “I don’t suppose you could conjure me up a puppy?” Shyvana joked. 

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doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

askironscaleshyvana:

doiscareyousummoner:

"I’m not a damned ghost.  I much prefer the term ‘phantom’." she would hear his voice before she would see him, though the creeping sense of cold could not be thrown off.  When he did show himself, he would appear above her, floating upside-down and drifting within face range so he could stare down her dragon maw circumspectly.  The darkness he had been allowing to creep through the institute seemed to be following him, as it crept within his range once he had appeared before her, though slowly.  It didn’t seem to cause much harm aside from making everything feel like a black and white dream.  

I think this body is much more suitable for you.  Why don’t you use it more often?”

There seemed to be a flare of irritation from the entity Shyvana had come to visit upon hearing her words, a couple supernovas in the distance radiating an angry heat across the stars they mingled with.  He was not so enraged by her statement that he refused to see her, however — Shyvana would soon be greeted by a more stable figure, though it was not the usual body she was familiar with.  Rather, he’d opted to take the form of an ethereal dragon, its body an intangible black and be-speckled with radiance that was similar to the universe they seemed to be floating through.  It was most definitely him, though — or perhaps an illusion that he was controlling, as it spiraled round her and entangled tails, its’ touch like ice and eyes an empty off white.

Keeping myself out of shackles isn’t unnecessary.  I’ve only brought death to those who threaten to imprison me again.  I’m only doing as any creature would do in these circumstances.  I don’t know what you expect of me.”    

"I expect a certain level of maturity from someone your age." Considering how much older Nocturne was than her, Shyvana was exceptionally patronizing and condescending. Staring directly into the eyes of the phantasmal dragon, Shyvana let out a sigh. "I really shouldn’t worry about you as much as I do. You know, since you’re primordial and all that, but you’re so reckless that I have to." 

 ”Oh, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop fucking with me trying to frighten me. I’ve long since conquered my fear of dragons, and I’ve never been particularly afraid of you. Quite the opposite in fact.” 

Source: doiscareyousummoner
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voidprophetmalzahar:

Topic: Cliques, groups, and social status

With a little request at the end.

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Source: voidprophetmalzahar
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  • Question: Hey Shyvana, do you remember that time you and I were opposing jungle roles and I disemboweled you in front of a turret? Those were good times. - tantibus-aeternam
  • Answer:

    tantibus-aeternam:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    tantibus-aeternam:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    "Remember that time you were human and bawled your eyes out all over your food and my lap? Those were good times."

    I told you not to talk about that ever again.  Ever.

    "You say that as if I’m one to obey your commands."

    Nonsense.  Obeying me is merely a wise suggestion.

    "Uh-huh. Is it any wiser than antagonizing a dragon?" 

Source: askironscaleshyvana
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  • Question: Hey Shyvana, do you remember that time you and I were opposing jungle roles and I disemboweled you in front of a turret? Those were good times. - tantibus-aeternam
  • Answer:

    tantibus-aeternam:

    askironscaleshyvana:

    "Remember that time you were human and bawled your eyes out all over your food and my lap? Those were good times."

    I told you not to talk about that ever again.  Ever.

    "You say that as if I’m one to obey your commands."

Source: askironscaleshyvana
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  • Question: Hey Shyvana, do you remember that time you and I were opposing jungle roles and I disemboweled you in front of a turret? Those were good times. - tantibus-aeternam
  • Answer:

    "Remember that time you were human and bawled your eyes out all over your food and my lap? Those were good times."

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Strolling through Demacia’s streets, Shyvana found herself bored. There was probably someone being mugged nearby, but she was off the clock right now and that wasn’t her responsibility. With a body stretching yawn, she paused to look around to see where she was, since she’d been more or less on autopilot for the walk.