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[sammy8d257]

*Hands over a rather large and chonky slug cat*

This menace can apparently craft a flipping singularity bomb. Good luck.

*disappears and refuses to elaborate*

U H-

SHOULD I BE CONCERNED??

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[octahedral-chaos]

Ok, so me and Mystic have been talking... Alright, it was mostly me lore dumping, but THEORIES! WHAT IS THE KINGDOM OF SKY (Sky cotl) WAS MADE AFTER EDDA AND AVEN REMADE THE UNIVERSE?! Evidence: 1. Edda and Aven are Stars, right? By some extension, a Sky Child is a star as well. They literally fell out of the flipping sky!

2. I have a personal hc that Skykid bodies are made out of wax/clay/stone, but that wouldn't make sense since every kid is born in a desert. Then it hit me, black tempered glass caused by the collision of super speed, heat and a whole lot of force, by this point, it ain't glass the kids are made out of, it's possibly black diamonds with a matte finish. (I could be wrong tho) 3. Sky Kids are a possible weird hybrid of light and dark starfolks. Dark, almost black skin and white hair. Maybe they were modeled after Edda and Aven as tribute or by some weird instincts.

4. Worldless has six main realms (blue, red, teal, yellow, purple, and grey), so does Sky (Isle of Dawn, Daylight Prairie, Hidden Forest, Valley of Triumph, Golden Wasteland, and the Vault of Knowledge). And they both have a seventh realm that is unlocked after you travel all six (The green area and Eden). And both have a Void like area. The Gateways for Worldless and the Void of Shattering for sky that look somewhat the same.

5. Sky kids have all of the elements (Wind for flying, fire for their ability to absorb heat and turn it into energy plus they're fire proof, lightning is an extension of fire. Ice... is vague. Skykids don't get cold so maybe it evolved into resistance for cold temperatures?). 6. Skykids hate the rain, and yet they can swim. (Sounds suspiciously a lot like Edda and Aven) 7. There is a possibility that the yellow area in Worldless collapsed (it looks like a somewhat alright ruin in Worldless) after the remake of the universe, and some how the name of Golden Citadel managed to survive and the new inhabitants of the Kingdom of Sky named it Golden 'Something', and when it turned into a wasteland, they kept the Golden part of the name as a tribute to lost history. 9. THE DEV NAMES. WORLDLESS IS NO NAME STUDIO, AND SKY IS THATGAMECOMPANY. THEIR NAMES LITERALLY IMPLY NO NAMES FOR THEIR PRODUCERS.

WAIT...

You're right! That does make a lot of sense!! Holy cow-

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[octafans-rp-hub]

Beginning post: 🔶️

Qadim: *Sighs* Don't tell me your Creator threw you into my world... Tori already does this enough...

Aster was curious. He didn't know what the larger being meant by "Creator," nor who Tori was. But they were rather curious about who those were. But alias, he was being held by a very tall being like a cat. And he didn't like that one bit.

"First of all, who's the Creator? Secondly, who's Tori," Aster chirped, wings a tad bit calmer now, "and finally, who are you?"

@chaosandtoomuchideas

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[supernova2011]

Play some music, see how they'll react

Okay! I will try this when I return home this evening.

Maybe I could try some orchestral music? Maybe some Two Steps from Hell or something... or would they prefer EDM like Chipzel and such? Hmmm

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[incorrect-worldless-quotes]

Edda, kicking down the door: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived!

Old One: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, kids?

Aven: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market-

*police sirens start to wail in the background*

Old One: DID YOU TWO ROB A BANK?!

Edda: Oh, come on, Old One, do you really think so little of us? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face*

Old One:

Aven: …it was a credit union.

(Submitted by @chaosandtoomuchideas)

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[octahedral-chaos]

*hands over Saint (slug cat)*

Careful with this mf, they can fly and divine smite you if they get into the catnip pantry.

Oh... dear stars...

~ 🔶️ [Aven]

It's so cute! I want to hug it!

~ 💫 [Umbro]

It's... very fluffy... don't understand how it could fly though!

~ 🏹 [Edda]

IT COULD FLY?

~ 🕊 [Starfall]

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[octahedral-chaos]

(A spoiler for DNMSaB AU)

The elder girl… the ghost simply smiled and pushed his hand away. His heart dropped as she raised it to take off her mask, revealing another fractured mask underneath it. Only this mask allowed him to see a twisted kind of magic in her eyes. An unnatural, brokenness of something that painfully did not belong. He shrinked away from her dark gaze, eyes too dark to be human. He tried to crawl away as she crouched down to his burning body that held too much magic. Too much that it burned and burned.

She reached out to him with a hand that was stained black and blue with ink. Tilting her head as she looked at him.

"Hello dear child. Are you ready to die yet?"

He shrieked, the sound cutting off as it proved to only further irritate his already torn up throat as more blood and ice tumbled from his mouth. Letting out a painful sob as each crystal forced it's way out of his lungs as the arrow continued to lodge itself painfully in his ribs.

She turned to the little girl behind him. Turning back to him she asked:

"Do you want her to die?"

Her gentleness was unnatural, but he was too out of it realize. He shook his head as best as he could.

"No? Do you want to die?"

He shook his head again. Letting out a shuddering breath.

"Alright. "

And then she seized the arrow, ripping it out as he screamed.

She murmured to it, as if speaking to an old friend. The arrow glowed blue and indigo. Then she forced it through his heart.

For a moment everything went dark. When he came to, the last cry of his scream was the only thing he heard. The fire swirling around him as he coughed up one last mouthful of blood. The ghost pushing the arrow deeper and deeper into his heart as he clawed at the ground.

"She can no hurt you here. The Queen Eternal can not hurt you here. I promise."

"LEAVE! I SAID LEAVE TORI!"

"Why would I when this realm belongs to me?"

"You know full well that you are an Infection to every world you touch."

"Just as you are not suppose to exist Valorant."

"And yet here I am, Queen Eternal. Standing between you and the start of your Reign."

That you are Valorant. But you forget. I am always in control. Just like me, you will continue to live. Long after everything is done.

DEAR STARS-

This is terrifying and I love it! Also I am in absolute love with Valorant... she sounds so cool.

~ 🔶️ [Aven]

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[octahedral-chaos]

Alright, let me start with Creulty, Mercy and Fate.

These three lived in a World when their Creator was just starting out. They all were personifications of something, but they didn’t know what. Anyway, shit happened and it caused Cruelty to go AWOL and be the Villain. Years passed and Mercy brought them all back together again. By this point Mercy and Fate were married, and Cruelty still hates Fate. More time passed and more shit happened. Cruelty was the first and last to die. Soon the other two ascended, alive. Mercy had a field day yelling at their sibling and spouse. Scolding them for their long held grudge like a parent scolding children. Even if Cruelty was older than Mercy.

Diamond (Dia) Wynter’s story takes place when Cruelty’s Creator died a second time and took in the title of Queen Regent. By this point in time the Queen Regent is considered dead but still wanted by the Archive. A criminal. Anyway, Dia is the product of three fandoms based in Minecraft with more sprinkled in. She ties a whole lot of lore together and I mean A LOT. Anyway she is as tall as a baby zombie, and she only has one parent. She’s born of a Rebirth Nexus. Time travel and chaos is a daily thing with her family. And she is more of a catalyst for character arcs, she does have her own, but it happens off screen somewhere in the six book story. (If you want to know more ask me, I broke my friend trying to explain everything.)

Valorant █████████ ███████████’s story takes place after Dia’s. By this point the Creator has been revived and goes by a new title. The Queen Eternal. And the Queen Eternal, is insane. Valorant is very aware of the Queen Eternal, and that she herself is a fractured part of the Queen Eternal. Anyway, Valorant is dealing with anger issues and help lead a revolution while trying not to blow everything up to kingdom come. She is also born by Rebirth Nexus.

By the time Valorant’s story ends, Cruelty, Dia and Valorant are somehow teleported into the World of the Archive. They were summoned by the Archive itself to hunt down the Mad Queen of Eternal and put a stop to her. The Queen Eternal has been shutting down the Archive too much and causing general chaos. The Queen Eternal has been banned from any major Domains (fandoms), so she’s been bidding her time in smaller Domains (fandoms). They don’t know what she’s planning. But one things for sure. They need to get the Queen Eternal back to sane. When the Queen Eternal first entered the Archive, she died in the real world. Most Creators end up in a sub space where they can view timelines of other Worlds. Or make a new timeline via Divergence. This place is called the Archive. Accessible through life and death. But then it started to shut down. A Creator by the name of Tori was responsible for that. Soon Guardians of the Archive started ti hunt her down. She died before they could catch her. And then Dia’s story happened, then Valorant’s. It is hypothesized that the Queen Eternal went insane was because her first World she made, not diverged, caused her remaining soul to fracture and break after it collapsed. Becoming individual beings. Beings that became Cruelty, Dia and Valorant. Eventually, the Queen Eternal became Tori again.

Fractured still, but whole. Sane.

After that, the events of When Stars Fall happened.

(pls ask questions, they help)

Holy cow! This is intriguing!

So Valorant is basically a shard of a god? And the Archive are basically the entire collection of Fandoms? That's really cool!

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[octahedral-chaos]

(DNMSaB AU Spoilers)

“You.”

All Valorant sees is all of the blood on the floor, swirling at her ankles as she wades through the blood flooding her mind. Pouring from every crevice of stone and metal. All she sees is red as copper and salt touched her tongue and invaded her nose. All she feels is the blood of so many lost as so many were losing themselves. All she sees is the dead around her, as blood falls from the dark sky as a nightmare red continues to be splattered with blue. All of the wonderful colors of magic, fading out into the monotonous gray and white of the walls. She wants to paint it red. 

Just a bit of red over there staining the walls.

Break everything down as it all burned down until there was nothing left.

And she would dance over the corpse of all of them, kicking in their skulls as she tore off their limbs one byoneofthesurvivors–

It burned. Her anger, her hatred. Hatred that isn’t even her’s. It burned and burned and burnedandburnedandburnedandburned–

And so it will burn. 

Everything. 

Down.

Til’ 

There’s

Nothing

Left

To 

Burn.

And

Nothing

Left

To

Kill.

“Get out.” She spat out. Quiet in her voice, yet it seemed to echo in the emptiness of a long abandoned prison. “I said get out.” She repeated, stepping forward to the Prince. This isn’t the same person she knows. This is not him. This is someone else and the differences were as clear as her glass side. 

And she hates this Jarvan.

“Get out!” She yelled, summoning her axe, dragging it along the floor as the metal scraped the stone floor in an ear splitting shriek. He took a step back, startled by this being made of paper. He was frozen in place as she stalked closer to him. 

Fear. She smells fear and blood. Blue blood that smells like her’s, but it’s not. It is bitter and tasteless to her senses. It smells like poison. “GET OUT!” She screamed, lunging for him. Bursting into fire as her restraints made of blue words held her back. She snarled and shrieked, wild and frantic for blood and death. She sees nothing but red that will spill and stain the floor in splashes of sticky, metallic, liquid red. Deep and gushing with life being lost.

She will kill him! She will make him suffer for everything as she rips the heart out of him and tears everything oUT AND OUT UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING

NOTHING! 

LEFT! 

TO! 

KILL!

KILL!

KILL! KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL HIM! KILLHIMNOW! DEAD AND GONE DEAD AND GONE DEAD AND GONE DEADANDGONEDEADANDGONE—

And he was gone. Just like that. Just like the Prince that fled, her anger was gone. Ice dousing that wildfire in her. She coughed out smoke as her fire ebbed from her paper body, collapsing as the blue words faded and left her on the floor, recovering. Protectors, she hadn’t felt anything like that in years… Since when was she this tired?

She coughed out another cloud of smoke, gaging as it dried her throat, causing her to choke as well. “Are you alright?” She turned back to Sylas. “Yeah,” she whispered, voice hoarse, “Just…” She coughed again. “Just let me rest.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Holy cow-

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[supernova2011]

THERE— OV—- DRAGon a green one!— HU—UN

BREA—P—HELP

HEL—SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE—-

*broadcast has ended.*

What the hell.

You okay? This got to be a joke of some kind, no way

I don't think dragons exist... do they?

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[octahedral-chaos]

(Play "Get in the water" cover by morgan clae. It's a short)

The Link is: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/UAJ2UKx17cg

The night after that, he was standing on one of the beaches where the docks hadn't touched. The sky was dark, no moon reflected its light in the water. Waves lapped at his feet as clouds started to block the stars. And knee deep in the water was a figure wrapped in darkness and shadows. She was facing towards the horizon, hands held behind her as the shadowy wisps whipped around harshly in the howling wind. Rapidly, rain started to fall as the waves started to

“Get in the water.” She breathed, voice low.

“Get in the water.” She repeated, waves crashing higher and higher.

“Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Demacia will die,” she raised a hand as the waves

“Get in the water.”

“Wait,” he whispered.

“Get in the water.” she replied, the dark water turning red.

“Stop this, please.” he begged.

“I’ll make tidal waves so profound, both your father and kingdom will drown.”

“NO!”

“GET IN THE WATER!” Waves of blood surged to the sky as she whipped her masked face towards him.

“GET IN THE WATER!” She screamed, raising her hands as blood swirled around him as a broken crown sat atop her head.

“Don't mistake my threats for bluff!” She cried.

“You have lived more than enough!” Raising her hand to let the waves of blood consume him.

“Get in the water–”

And he was forcefully pulled out of the water into darkness.

“I’m sorry about Val… She holds both of our anger. Just as I hold both of our happiness.”

“I’m Lore!”

OHHHHH WE FINALLY SEE LORE!!! I love these two so much...

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[octahedral-chaos]

*YEETS Gourmand (slugcat) at you*

*refuses to elaborate*

*leaves*

*Stares at Gourmand*

*Stares at camera*

Thank you...?

~ 🔶️ [Aven]

They're very cute though!

~ 💫 [Umbro]

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[octahedral-chaos]

Valorant loved a good fight. She loved how the rush of adrenaline made her feel more alive than anything ever since the end of Runeterra and even coming back to the past. How grounded she felt in the pain and ache of a good spar. How she felt so, so real. 

And most of all, she loved how violent she can get away with in battle. 

She was born of blood. Blood that was spilled for war.

 There will always be a calling back to battle in her heart, no matter how content and peaceful she is.

But just as she was violent, people never really came to her for any purposes other than official or professional reasons.

So imagine her surprise when Garen Crownguard of all people approached during her time with a practice dummy.

The poor life sized doll was already missing multiple limbs from the sheer strength of Valorant’s blows. The left arm was torn off, both legs were broken, and the other arm was barely hanging on to the main body. The cloth and wooden body was in tatters, a very concerning hole was in the part where Valorant ripped it out with a brutality only seen in the thickest of battles. A very dented and caved in mageseeker mask was tied on to the head, the mage’s fist still in the crater it made.

“Lady Val.” He greeted her, though his voice was even, she can tell how much of his self control is being tested right now. She sensed the conflict under all the layers of metal and walls he built himself over the years.

Valorant slowly turned her head to the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. The glass beads that made up her ‘hair’ clinked softly. Under her dual masks, there was a type of feral madness in her nonexistent eyes of her paper and glass body. The glass hand unfurled from a fist and into a claw, digging into the wooden head, and tearing it off with a sickening crack of wood followed by a shower of splinters.

Underneath all of that armor, she saw him flinch. She also saw everyone that decided to watch flinch as well.

“Sir Crownguard.” She replied indifferently, tossing the head to his feet. Rolling pitifully before it stopped at his toes. The glass hand crushing the mask into useless scraps of silver and gold. “What message do you bring?” She asked, tilting her head. Is this about last night? How she managed to smuggle in a claymore into her own debutante ball? Or is it how she absolutely demolished the wall with her first break in? She fixed it!

“There is no message.”

What?

“I came to…” He seemed reluctant to be here. “Take the Crown Prince’s place as your sparring partner today, as he is busy with matters of the state today.” He finished. 

She sees Luxana in her peripherals. Hard not to. With all her light shining.

Ah. So Father is busy today? Well… let’s see how much she can get away with.

“Alright,” She chirped cheerfully, he recoiled, clearly not expecting her to sound so happy at this prospect. Then her voice gained an edge as she said: “I would like to challenge you in a phantom duel!”

Garen’s eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?” What in Runeterra did she mean?

Valorant kicked the dummy out of bounds, walking to the racks filled with the training swords. Taking a sword and a shield with her.

She started to etch runes into the sword, “A phantom duel is a duel where you aim to fatally harm or kill your opponent.”

Before anyone could protest, she continued. Finishing the runes of the first sword, the wood shifting into a thinner and lighter sword that looked more like an enlarged knife. No crossguard attached to it, only the handle connecting to the short end of a diamond shaped blade that was elongated on the other tip. “But the weapons are enchanted to leave no physical harm, only a lesser and phantom pain of the blows made.”

She moved on to her shield, “ Upon the fatal or killing blow, the weapon will shatter.”

She picked both of her chosen equipment up. She turned to Garen again. His hand is on his own sword. Unsurprising.

“Since you obviously don’t trust me in any capacity, I’ll allow you to use your own sword.” Turning her shield over to make sure the correct enchantments are on it. 

Valorant leisurely walked over to her side of the first field, twirling her sword as she turned back. “A bit of warning,” she added, “I will change between weapons and fighting styles, so if you wish to, you can cheat.” 

The Captain looked appalled at her, even suggesting he take an advantage in battle.

“This is a fight to kill, no rules of formal combat apply if you want to stay alive.” She reminds him. “So, if you want to avoid being clobbered, I suggest you take what you can.”

He looked reluctant to follow her into the field, but he did anyway. 

Valorant rolled her shoulders in preparation, twirling her sword on more as Garen drew his own sword from his back.

She teleported to him the moment his sword was in both of his hands. If this were a real battle, she would have teleported earlier.

The clang of wood on metal rang out as he managed to block her first attack. Valorant grinned, knowing the cards she hid up her sleeves.

Garen pushed her back, charging towards her with a strike of his own; she responded with her shield raised to block it, prepping a lighting strike that would have run true if he didn’t parry it with his sword. Taking the opening, she started to push him back with slash after slash. He had no choice but to keep his guard up. She took a gamble and charged up her heavy attack, sweeping her sword in two wide arcs upwards. It collided with his sword, but the blow forced it away, letting her second attack strike true. The pure force of it sent him upwards. She teleported up and continued to take the opening with three successive slashes before she shoved her sword into the grain of the shield, the wood shifting to make a battle ax. In a single devastating arc, she slammed it down on him. Sending the both of them back down. A crater had formed from where she slammed him down. In two more spins, her ax fell with two more blows of blunt force on the Captain. Knowing full well of the phantom pain he is feeling. She jumped away, waiting for him to recover. It took a moment, but soon he was stumbling back on to his feet.

“Your turn~” She trilled in a sing-song voice. A madness coating it.

He spat out a wad of blood, wiping away the residue before charging back at her.

She parried every blow he threw at her. She even stood against his spinning attack! Worlds, she was a bit rusty. She hasn’t executed any perfect parries in a while. But her shield held. And it started to glow. Good, her Guard Impact is charged enough, and she has two techniques stacked. She just needs to switch. 

Wood and metal clanged against each other once more, Val pushing Garen away by surrounding herself with an ice field. As the ground around her feet glowed slightly with frost blooming at each step, she proceeded to shift. Dark glass was revealed as her paper husk folded itself back, vanishing along with her wooden equipment as she ran towards the Crownguard once more. Now a black body of glass instead of pristine white paper.

This time, her dark claws and kicks struck steel. She followed up her attack with a barrage of seals made to sap away at strength. Then her glass whip, each painful strike added to the sapping effect. Soon after Garen struck back, this time, she didn’t even bother to whip out her shield. Opting to block every attack with her bare glass hands. Though, the cracks in her body would fracture even more with each clang. 

Soon her hands were glowing, one orange and bright, the other dim and blue. 

Almost. Just wait a little longer.

Just until…

She sees the magic gathering. She sees it growing.

Finally. 

Drawing her hand of blue back as she watched Garen raise his sword to the sky, calling down Justice.

She scoffed as she watched the magic fall above her in the form of a fiery sword made out of a piece of Kayle’s magic. 

How pathetic.

Time seemed to slow for her as she waited.

And waited.

There.

It started slow. Like how it always does. She just pushes the magic away, just a little. Then she lets her momentum from her body pass to the sword, letting it turn away from its course to the earth as she spun it around. Again and again.

Until the magic turned blue and healed her willingly, flooding her with so much magic. But she needs more. More and more. It’s never enough. Not like her Runes. She sighed as time seemed to catch up to what she had done. And changed up her counter strike.

As soon as her mind decided to break free of the timelessness, she immediately ricochet the blast of blue and black magic back at Garen…

Only to be blocked by Jarvan. Shattering the shield he picked up.

“Enough Val!”

She yelled at him with a hard edge to her voice, “This is between me and him! Stay out of it!” 

Lunging at Garen again, ignoring the cries for her to stop, Valorant shoved her sword into the grain of her shield again, swinging her axe down on him. Both Captain and Prince dived out of the way.

“Duel’s not done yet.” 

“I’m not done yet.”

OH MY STARS?!

I love this so much! Also noticed Val's fighting style seems pretty similar to the Duo! Love seeing the nod to them.

Also Val's absolutely brutal and I love her for that-

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[octahedral-chaos]

I have the urge to ramble about Valorant being yeeted into another World, a specific one. (Sorry in advance for the headache!)

Alright so the brain worm starts like this:

"TORI, STOP THROWING ME INTO OTHER WORLDS YOU PIECE OF---" "… Tori, where the fuck am I?" "Well… let's just say you can blend in a little bit better here." "Tori, I swear--" "Valorant. This is Alpha Earth. Decades after the First Light." "… Tori." "Hmm?" "You're dead."

_____)(_____

Summary:

Valorant is thrown into the world of VALORANT (the game by Riot). And she is not amused. Tori is being a menace and a very unhelpful ghost as always.

So, with one way back and stubborn, mad deity that got her into this mess blocking it, Valorant is officially stuck.

HELP-

Please Do ramble more about this because I am intrigued

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[octahedral-chaos]

Boop

*Bonks you with foam tube*

~ 🔶️ [Aven]

*Boops you back*

~ 💫 [Umbro]

#OCTAfan says stuff #OCTAfan answers #Solarstorm starfolk #Fatal Ordeal #Ask to tag #Chaosandtoomuchideas #[💫/ Umbro] For context. I'm the fictive of Duality! Aven...

[octahedral-chaos]

(Valorant in VALORANT)

"How are you doing that?"

The strange girl looked back at them, through the glass wall she raised between them. Glass that broke through the ground like it was nothing.

She tilted her head to the side, "ᒲᔑ⊣╎ᓵ? ꖎ𝙹𝙹ꖌ, ╎ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ⍑𝙹∴ ╎ ⊣𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ --"

"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down!" Neon held up her hands, gesturing for the other to slow down in their ramble.

What she spoke in wasn't... a part of their world. It was whimsical, it was otherworldly, it was...

It was magical.

The woman in question seemed annoyed that a stranger dared to interrupt her, but she continued to to speak in that language.

"||𝙹⚍ ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ᒲᒷ. ∷╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ?"

Gekko blinked. "What ever you said, I really hope you're not a Kingdom Agent."

"∴ᒷꖎꖎ ᓭ⍑╎ℸ ̣. " She seemed to curse.

"⊣╎⍊ᒷ ᒲᒷ ᔑ ᓭᒷᓵ𝙹リ↸. ᔑꖎ∷╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ , ᓵan you hear me?" she tried again.

What ever it was in her voice previously, it was diminished. The words seemed to lack the power it had as she switched to English.

"What about now?"

She had a slight accent. A weird one. And some how, Sage can't seem to place what it is.

"Yeah!" Neon exclaimed, "We can hear you!"

"Good, I need answers." She shrugged off Neon's some what cheerful and partially guarded confirmation.

"How about," Sage started, "You tell us who you are and what you're doing here."

The strange woman shrugged again, "For the second, I have an idea as to how I'm here, not why. For the first..."

She turned to all of them, mask blank and empty.

"I'm Valorant."

"Valorant Catherine Lightshield."

Oh! I love this, I can't wait to see what happens next.

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