lullaby-of-the-lark

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then

#xin zhao and j4 #:(

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

Click clack, clickity clack—

"Anybody hereeeeeee-? This realm is oh-so-dreary! Or is it just the building...?"

The voice sounded one note away from bursting into song.

A distant but piercing hum cut through the night air, punctuated by the click-clack of tap shoes getting closer by the minute.

— 🎙 @lullaby-of-the-lark

Huh?? What’s going on?

#𝄋 : ic #rp blog

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

Chantry, The Lark

A peppy skip and hum cut through the forest quiet. The critters of the branches were drawn to a passing flicker of gaiety that frolicked through their domain. They chittered and squeaked with questions yet to be translated in conventional form, but when something in high contrast passes by, it doesn't take a genius to know that this flicker's presence turned a lot of heads.

The flicker wove through tree trunks and dipped their hands in the river for a sip. Skipping through the undergrowth, they perused budding blooms, tried to eat some bark (to the amusement of nearby squirrels), and finally sauntered into a clearing.

"Oh?"

There was a statue— oh! It resembled the flicker, hat and all! They skipped closer, their fingers trailing over the smooth, chiseled stone. Little carved birds were perched on its shoulders and head, and no doubt was it meant to depict them as an ideal mortals must strive to be — in harmony with everything.

"Marvelous," they chimed.

Examining it, they saw that it was not just a mere opus of a sculptor, but also a shrine! Offerings lay at its feet: a bassinet of ripe fruit, a polished woodwind instrument, rolled parchment filled with musical scores and poems, and an array of shiny stones, their colors and textures exquisitely brought out by the sunlight. With a delighted laugh, they reached out to turn over each item in their hands, listening to the ambitions and reverence infused into their creation. The harvest this year was good for the farmer who gave the fruit as thanks, the woodworker who made the flute was in dire need of good business fortune, an aspiring bard was stuck in a rut for her songs, and a curio collector stopped by to deposit a portion of their fortune in the form of precious gemstones. Lots of stories flowed freely from them without much coaxing, and soon the flicker found itself humming along to their narratives, ending their tune with a hopeful note.

They laid a hand on the shrine, transforming that hope into certainty and threading it into the little grooves and fissures of the shrine. It was their gift, a simple one for such generosity despite the fact that some of the offerings could have been used for more lucrative ends.

"Who am I to delay?" they muttered, stifling a grin.

And they jived on their merry way into the surrounding thicket, miles away from wishes coming true as promised.

#𝄋 : ic #oc lore #rp blog #oc rp #oc rp blog #league of legends #league of legends oc

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

Chantry was caught up in their magic until the defibrillator shock alerted them. Cautiously, they poked their head out of the door...

"Huh..."

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic #[ooc: 💀 gæ]

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"I thought handshakes were good manners?? And — thanks a mil, I'll take good care of these!" They jangled the keys in the air. "Maybe polish them too? Hehehe! Toodle-oo, Miss!"

They jived into their temporary lodging, closed the door, and almost immediately got to their harmless magic shenanigans. Which meant summoning poros and turning the bed into a floating Cyberpunk pod.

[ooc: poros are so cute, just look at these silly creatures 😭]

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic #:3 #its ok lol #i was whipping up lore for chantry to post but then i remembered... [e]

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

Chantry momentarily plastered on the surprised Pikachu face at the sight of the unconscious deer man, before shaking it off and skipping behind Velvette.

"Lodging! Splendid! Reminds me of that time I went to an inn in a port city where they served this special kind of orange juice and had a gunpowder spirit band, the locals there call them Powder Monkeys—"

They launched into a ramble about their homeworld, which apparently had too much history to be contained in one heavy book. The knowledge they had would barely be contained in an entire library.

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic #:3

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"I don't see them foaming at the mouth. What could go wrong?"

They rolled their shoulders in an unmistakable shrug.

"Unless they all secretly have late-stage rabies! But then again that probably wouldn't affect me."

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic #chantry you're a dumbass... #← snorting

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

@the-grand-av3

Some time later, Chantry poofed back into the chair, looking quite disturbed but unharmed. Floating around their head were the items the others wanted.

"Yeah... turns out I can move rings!" they chimed, their expression shifting back to their usual cheery self, "And also transport objects from them. Got what y'all asked for."

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"Hang on, okay, sinner flesh? Then— holy moose, you want WHAT??? Yes I can probably get the finest booze from Gluttony, I'll see if there's nice heels over there in Greed..."

Chantry cringed at Val's request (sex tapes from Lust) but was gonna do it anyway. They listed everything on a piece of paper they pulled out from under their fedora, and when that was done, they poofed out of sight.

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

[ooc: it's fineee, just thought it would be better if i dropped the anon act JAHSHAHSGSHJFHHF and actually used my rp blog for its real purpose]

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄞 : ooc

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

[ooc: >//////<!!!]

"Ah. There's a lot of words for it — magic, blinking, hyperspeed or hyperspace travel, et cetera et cetera — and I love travelling so I thought, why not just my homerealm?"

Chantry shrugged.

"I'll just be here for a bit. Like what, hours? A day, maybe? I never know when it comes to dimensions I haven't set foot in before."

— 🎙️

Interesting... very interesting. Tell me, Chantry, however could we accommodate you during your time here?

We could show you around Pride

Of course, all the other sins are closed off for us~ we're human souls afterall~

Indeed. However, it would be interesting to see you try to move rings.

Yeah

A new figure walks into the room, an empty plate in hand, aggravated look on her face. Her eyes sweep across the table before landing on Chantry, where her gaze narrows, lips downturning to a scowl.

and this? who the fuck fell through our ceiling this time?

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#𝄞 : ooc

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"Honestly—"

Chantry flinched at the sudden but brief hostility, but recovered.

"Are you willing to bet I can leave this ring and come back unscathed? I'll try to nick something as proof!"

"Hallo! It's just me."

Chantry tried to appear harmless by waving sheepishly, before turning to the others.

"Move rings? So this Hell is like that Alighieri poem? Oh, I'm positive I can do that without any repercussions."

— 🎙️

Velvette seemed unconvinced Chantry was entirely harmless. Instead of dwelling on it for longer, she moves over to the dining table, planting a hand on the table, another hand on her hip.

whats this about transporting rings? stop feeding them bullshit, vox. no one can leave pride.

Vox only smiles in response. Velvette rolls her eyes.

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#𝄋 : ic

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

[ooc: weLCOME TO RUNETERRA— goddamnit i feel like a wee speck speaking to a giant uehehe. i'm the 🎙️ anon :3]

"Ah. There's a lot of words for it — magic, blinking, hyperspeed or hyperspace travel, et cetera et cetera — and I love travelling so I thought, why not just my homerealm?"

Chantry shrugged.

"I'll just be here for a bit. Like what, hours? A day, maybe? I never know when it comes to dimensions I haven't set foot in before."

— 🎙️

Interesting... very interesting. Tell me, Chantry, however could we accommodate you during your time here?

We could show you around Pride

Of course, all the other sins are closed off for us~ we're human souls afterall~

Indeed. However, it would be interesting to see you try to move rings.

Yeah

A new figure walks into the room, an empty plate in hand, aggravated look on her face. Her eyes sweep across the table before landing on Chantry, where her gaze narrows, lips downturning to a scowl.

and this? who the fuck fell through our ceiling this time?

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#𝄞 : ooc

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"The holiday of 4/20 was quite intriguing! I got myself a dandy book from another realm that celebrates it as well. The owner's use of recreational substances was concerning but... well, I felt no dying dreams from her so she'll be fine! Hope she makes use of that sheet I left, it's a short etwhal exercise I got from Ionia."

#𝄋 : ic #:3

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

[Chantry could actually do this but with human skin. They don't have the heart for it though...]

#𝄞 : ooc

[lullaby-of-the-lark]

"Sure thing. Sleep well!"

They killed the lights with a simple hand flick. As they took their departing steps, they plunged into yet another rift, leaving a stray music sheet in her room.

Something audibly tore — it was the fabric of reality itself. A head poked out and made sure they were looking at the right person before speaking.

"Greetings, fellow 4/20 celebrator!"

— 🎙️@lullaby-of-the-lark

*Twig, eyes reddened, staring in awe but also too tired to do much beyond just stare, stared wide eyed at whatever the fuck just happened.*

"Woaaaaah..." *She looked at the blunt in her hand.* "This must be some REALLY good shit..."

#𝄋 : ic