Poor darling, let me fix that for you.
As for those meanies… be sure to send them Soraka’s way.
I won’t hurt myself! Do I look Zaunite to you? Hah.
I think you already have, summoner. You should sit down.
I’m certain an Astral Blessing and an Infuse can fix everything. Then again, look at how that turned out for the Mad Scientist…
(Source: askwarwick)
Scar tissue? You mean it’s happened before? How did he survive that, he must have bled a lot…
Mmmhhg …I find it somewhat disconcerting that you are asking this of one individual who has turned caustic chemicals to his own flesh and tells the tale of it. Zaunite flesh is a resilient one.
I would assume your hospitals must be full, given how often you suffer from self-inflicted wounds, then.
Oh for the love of… just, nevermind! Leave the discussion of Zaunite wellness to the professionals, before you hurt yourself.
I won’t hurt myself! Do I look Zaunite to you? Hah.
I think you already have, summoner. You should sit down.
Ahri…. you’re drunk. Go home. Please.
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oh god… not this again… singed x riven…. IT’S ALL HAPPENING AGAINDoes this “X” thing not imply “liking” of some sort? No, no. Let me fix this for you.
Mature.
In spite of the company that she keeps, the Summoner known as Scylliss is competent, respectful and skilled. While I would not go so far as to say that I trust her on a personal level, I have never had my skills used in an inappropriate way. That said, I do not resist the hand of a summoner simply for who they are or where they come from. On the fields of justice, we must do our best to set aside personal issues.
Hhhnnnngggghh… Living Turret? Requesting art from possibly the least artistic Champion in the League?
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I’ve obviously more than lost my mind. But, I will play this little game “turret” and mind you I am no artist.
Ah, I see what you’ve done there. Not cute at all. A stunning resemblance if you ask me.
The woman regarded the bird with characteristic cold, calm eyes that did not betray what she was thinking. For a beat she was silent, her jaw visibly tightened, but the steely edge melted from her gaze soon enough.
“It is a pleasure, though I would warn you of the dangers of flitting about the premises in that shape.” A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Someone … or thing, might confuse you for a large snack.”
…I can think of at least one.
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