#also I'm sure you've heard by now but Arcane is good

[viennacherries]

As a sucker for hurt/comfort, I especially adored the 9th chapter of your fic! And would love to read more of smth similar to that.

Perhaps smth like Rolan and Tav, both overworked and tense, snapping at each other and then avoiding each other's company (both because of anger but also mostly out of fear that the other one now hates them. Love me some good old miscommunication🤌).

This one is a bit more self-indulgent but I would also love it if Tav specifically self-isolates while trying to process all of the emotions and wants to hide their own feelings away even from themselves.

just a short and sweet one :)) thank you for your lovely words and for your very cute prompt. i hope you like it!!

SFW

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"Rolan. It's fine, trust me. I think I can manage. I do actually do magic, believe it or not."

"Just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it."

Tav flinches at Rolan's harsh words as if he's punched her. It's not the first time someone's insinuated that she's bad at magic. People have always assumed that because she's a sorceress she never bothered to try and learn magic 'properly'. It's always used to hurt, when she was younger, but gradually as she's gotten older it's lost it's sting. She knows her own worth, her own abilities.

She's never heard it from someone she cares about.

She's never heard it from Rolan.

It feels like he's stuck a knife in the gut. It feels like he's gone straight for her jugular on purpose to hurt her as much as possible. She pushes down the urge to cry and raises her voice at him instead.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What, you think you're better than me?"

He scoffs, "of course I'm better than you, I've spent years studying, but what I mean is-"

"Fuck you! Just because you've studied doesn't mean you're superior! How many times have I saved your sorry ass? And you're gonna stand there and tell me you're better than me?!"

It's a low blow and she knows it, but she's so angry she can't find it in herself to care. She wants to hurt him the way he's hurt her, wants to lash out and defend herself and push him away so he doesn't hurt her again.

His eyes narrow, his voice raises, "what the fuck?! What's wrong with you?!"

"Fuck you!" Her voice cracks as she shouts at him, and she turns and storms off, racing out of the room before he can say anything else. She thinks she might hear him call her name, but if he does she can't hear it over the pounding of her heart in your ears.

She barges into the nearest cupboard she crosses paths with, slamming the door behind her and casting an arcane lock. And then she falls to her knees and sobs.

How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he say something like that to her. How dare he act like they haven't shared their hearts and their beds and their lives for the better part of the last 6 months. How dare he tell her he loves her and then tell her she's useless.

She's not upset. She's angry. She's not even sure why she's crying because she's not upset. It doesn't upset her. It makes her mad. She's not hurt.

Why would it hurt? She knows it's not true.

...

Except for the fact that deep down she believes him. Believes that she's not good enough. That no matter how much she studies and pores over texts and practices she'll never be as good as she wants to be. She'll never be as good as him.

He's right, because of course he is. He's better than her.

She sobs harder.

For the first time since they told each other they had feelings for one another, she sleeps in her own room. He doesn't come to find her.

~~~

It's three days before she has to see his face again. She'd been hoping to keep avoiding him for a bit longer, hide herself in her room so she could pretend her feelings don't exist, but eventually hunger wins out and she goes the kitchen to eat.

He finds her there that morning, rooting through the cupboards.

"Tav?" His voice behind her makes her whole body tense. She doesn't turn. "Can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about? I think you made it abundantly clear how you feel."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "Tav, I didn't- I think you- I think possibly you misunderstood me."

A bitter laugh forces its way out of her chest. "Yes, sorry, please go ahead. I'm sure there's plenty of other meanings for 'you're not good at magic', though evidently I'm too stupid to have picked up on them."

"For Gods- Tav that's not what-"

"Not what you meant?" She whips around to face him. "Of course it is. You think you're better than me. You think I'm useless. And you think that I think I'm Mystra's gift to magic-users because I was born with magic. Guess what, Rolan! I don't! I fucking hate myself! So thank you for making it abundantly clear that you hate me too."

She's pretty sure most of what she said has nothing to do with the argument they're having, now that she thinks about it, but it's too late.

"Tav will you please just-"

"No, Rolan! No I won't. Because you fucking hurt my feelings and I don't want to fucking look at you right now."

As she storms past him to leave the room, she catches a glimpse of his tail, coiled tightly around his own leg, and she feels a stab of guilt.

~~~

The knock on her door later than night isn't entirely unexpected, though it is completely unwelcome.

"Go away, Rolan. I don't want to talk to you."

"It's me, Tav." It's Cal's voice, not Rolan's. "Can I come in? I brought you food."

"... Is he with you?"

He sighs. "No. He wanted to come, but I said no."

She pauses in front of the door. She likes Cal. She believes him.

She opens it. True to his word, Cal is alone, and he's holding a tray with a plate and glass of water on it. It looks like it's Lasagna, and it smells fucking delightful.

"... Can I come in?"

She sighs, and steps back to open the door wider.

He walks past and places the tray down on her bedside cabinet, and as she closes the door he perches on her bed.

"Go on then, give me the lecture."

He laughs, "Gods, Tav, I know Rolan's my brother but that doesn't mean we're the same. I just want to know what's going on."

She huffs. "He was rude to me."

He snorts, and when she glares at him he makes a big show of steeling himself, pulling a neutral face. "What?! Rolan?! Rude?! It can't be!"

There's a long pause while they stare at each other, before they both they both burst out laughing. It's stupid, that she's so angry at him but laughing about it anyway. Cal just has that effect on people.

She sighs. "I don't even remember what we were talking about anymore, but he turned around and basically said that I'm bad at magic."

Cal frowns. "Hm."

"What?"

"Nothing just," he shakes his head, chuckling lightly, "I don't understand why he'd say that, considering he's pretty much constantly singing your praises."

She frowns, "what do you mean?"

"I mean that after you saved Lia and I from Moonrise, when he finally realised he didn't hate you, he admitted he was jealous of you. He said your magic was beautiful and that you were powerful and disciplined. He said you could do with some practice, that you maybe needed some tutoring, but that he could tell you were a sorcerer from the moment he met you. He said he could feel the weave in you, that's how strong you are. That was actually when Lia and I started placing bets on when he'd realise he had feelings for you, because he wouldn't shut up about how great you were, and he didn't for months. So, not to call you a liar, but I struggle to believe he'd say that to you, because he definitely doesn't think it."

She doesn't know what to say to that, so she just stands there staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Eventually he sighs.

"Look, Tav. Rolan is an asshole, without a doubt. But consistently, since you saved us all in the shadow-lands, you're the one person he tries not to be an asshole to. I really think you should talk to him."

The pause is long, but eventually she sighs. She knows he's right, really.

"...Thanks, Cal. Really."

He smiles, "it's fine, honestly. I once went 2 weeks without speaking to him because he told me I swing my sword like I'm constipated."

She barks out a laugh at that, and they're cackling together again.

~~~

She steels herself; takes a few long, deep breaths and rolls her shoulders in hopes of easing the tension. Before she can decide otherwise, she's knocking on Rolan's door.

There's some muffled shuffling behind it, she hears him muttering something to himself, and after what feels like an age the door swings open.

"Tav?" He looks shocked, which makes her feel bad.

"... Can I come in?"

His eyes go soft, "of course you can."

Being back in his space makes her want to cry. She's missed him so much.

"Tav, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No. Let me go first, please?"

He pauses. Nods.

She takes a deep breath. "You really did hurt my feelings when you said that I wasn't good at magic. But in hindsight I think I mostly hurt my own feelings. You're amazing and I spent however long travelling with Gale and I grew up around wizards and I've never felt good enough. As soon as you said I wasn't good it was like I was a kid again, trying to prove that I was worth something. But I worked really hard, I studied, even if it wasn't a proper wizard education. And even if you're better than me, I think I deserve your respect."

Rolan sighs, steps forwards and takes he hands. "Tav. I never said you were bad."

Her face screws up. He's really going to stand there and deny it?

"Yes, you did, you said-"

"I said 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it'. I didn't say 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean that you're good at it. I didn't mean you. I meant it generally. Like, there are lots of people who aren't good at magic."

Her mouth drops open.

Oh.

"Oh."

He laughs, "upon reflection, I probably could've chosen my wording better, but I didn't know about- I didn't know you struggled with it. I always assumed you were super confident and realised how strong you are. You're brilliant at magic, Tav. I might be more practiced, but you're far more powerful."

She's crying, she knows she is, but she feels so stupid. He wraps her up in his arms.

"I didn't- I thought-"

"I'm so sorry, Tav. I really didn't mean it like that at all. You're spectacular. You inspire me. I didn't even fully realise how it sounded until after you left."

"No," She sniffles, looking up at him, "I'm sorry. You tried to explain and I wouldn't even listen. I was too busy wallowing. I thought you looked down on me."

He brings a hand up to her cheek, wipes away her tears, and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Tav, you've saved me enough times to leave me eternally in your debt, and yet asked nothing in return. Not only are you strong, you're selfless. How could I ever look down on you?"

She doesn't answer. She buries her face in his chest and tightens her arms around his waist. His tail curls around her wrist and he holds her against him by her shoulders. When he speaks, he whispers into her hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain it properly. I was scared. I thought I'd messed everything up. I thought I'd lost you."

"Never."

He laughs, and she realises he's crying now because she can hear how wet it is. "Gods, I hope not."

They hold each other like that until they feel whole again.

~~~

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[tekutiger]

I'm back to leveling another class to 90, and this time it's Reaper ❤️‍🔥. I'm sitting at level 80 right now.

The last time I did the class quests for this storyline was right after Endwalker launch, on Tobi. I honestly couldn't remember much of it, if anything! I just kept thinking... "I don't remember this...." "Is this really what happened?" "Was it really this traumatic the first time around?". Like, how could I forget all of that? I guess it was around a year and a half ago, but good gods. Mostly what I remember is the Arena area (in the screenie above).

Class Quest at Level 75 has something of a jump scare, imo, and I just... really wish that I did NOT forget about that. I was taken aback trying to cover my monitor screen going "Ew! Ew!". Thanks SE for that one 🫣🫠

I know when I first played through it, Reaper and Sage had a LOT of popularity due to being the new classes with the new expansion. It's possible I semi-rushed through the questline and didn't give it the attention it deserved.

BUT what I guess I'm actually trying to say in a very long ramble-y process; the story for the reaper class quests is really good. I feel like it's something that resonates with me, much in the way that the DRK story quest line does.

There are a lot of classes I feel like I mesh well with, and some I 'click best' with too (which is saying something for an alt-o-holic), but we're talking class quests here, not the classes themselves. Even for my main class, I don't feel like they did the class quests proper justice. Like... Red Mage and Vampires? (They're not actual vampires to any non-FFXIV players reading this, but pretty darn close, lol)

And no offense to my fellow RDM mains who actually like that story line, but, it's sinking near the bottom for me in terms of 'connecting with me' 🤷🏻‍♀️ (this has turned rantyyyy oops lol 🙃). I think some other's feel that way about their fave classes though. Like, I've heard split reviews with PLD and WAR... I personally love SCH's storyline, but I've heard people say they dislike it. So on and so forth... 🤷🏻‍♀️. To each their own, at the end of the day.

I'm gonna put spoiler-y things under the cut now 😊

If you've even reached Stormblood, you might notice something about this guy here ☝🏻. Even more so if you've progressed through Shadowbringers, and MORE so through Endwalker. Most definitely through Endwalker. 100% sure I didn't notice it my first playthrough cause I hadn't finished Endwalker yet...

In so many ways he reminds me of Zenos, and yet he also doesn't. There's even a small portion of this 70-80 questline that dips into Solus zos Galvus. It shares some backstory that includes him but the information is significant to Drusilla's story only, and for the sake of moving the Reaper class questline forward. If you're seeking knowledge about Emet, for the sake of learning more about Emet, it's not going to be much.

Speaking of Emet, I've also been eyeing those skills 'Shadow of Death', 'Whorl of Death' and 'Arcane Crest', they look awfully familiar 🤔. Kind of look like some of his Hades abilities, and his glamour weapons, no?

I could ramble on more about that but I'm sure that's been toppled, explained, confirmed, and I've missed it. Or there's better theories and HCs than what's brainrotting in my head 🫠

I know the first time I played through this class, I told myself NOT to like it, because of how popular it was. The same thing with SGE. I felt getting the opportunity to ever play it was either A) never going to happen, or B) going to take a very very long time to happen- as in, an entirely new expansion would have to drop with new classes.

It's over a year & a half later and I think things have finally simmered down with those two classes. Maybe. I can finally say "Yes! I like this class! \o/". I know that's silly, but so is loading into an alliance raid with like, ALL Reapers and ALL Sages. Does anyone else remember that?!

Okay, I guess it wasn't that bad. I'll be honest, I was the first to laugh very loud whenever I got those groups. Mainly cause I'd be the sole RDM and legit felt like a black sheep 😅

Now I get to level 80-90, and go bug Emet again in Ktisis Hyperboreia when I reach level 87, haha 😄. This poor man can't get rid of me 🥰

#teku.blog #I ramble a lot #ramble ramble ramble #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv reaper spoilers #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #teku.ffxiv #teku.ff14 #ffxiv reaper #I'm a derp don't mind me

[stardusted-bookworm]

For your critical role fic promt thing! Blumentrio mutual pining get-together fic set in blumenthal? I just think they deserve some fluffy times :3

Falling

A/N: Hi, op! Apologies for the long wait, wanted to make sure I did it well. Also, I have not read Caleb's origin story yet, so I apologize for any inaccuracies! I hope you like it! (I may have misinterpreted the prompt, just a little bit).

Note: unless stated otherwise, they are all speaking Zemnian.

Astrid's head felt very hazy. She would've thought she'd been drugged, if it wasn't for the pleasantly warm sunlight kissing her face. It took a second to push through the haze, to remember where she was. The tall grass and the shifting of the large body under her reminded her.

The Zemeni Fields.

For some unknown reason, Master Ikithon sent them back to their homes. "A vacation," he'd said. "For all the hard work you've done these past few months."

It seemed out of place with the progress they'd been making, but they weren't going to refuse a chance to visit home. They'd said hello to their mothers, their fathers, siblings, and pets if they had them and were now lying in the fields just past their houses.

At first, they had just been talking as they watched the clouds. Both random little things they missed from home and arcane speculation for future projects. Countless shapes had formed and changed in the puffs that decorated the heavens, counting the hours they spent.

At some point during their conversation, Astrid must have drifted off, lulled to sleep by the warm sunlight and the soothing sounds of her companions' voices. Voices that were silent now.

Astrid turned her head slightly to see Bren sleeping peacefully on Wulf's chest, hand curled next to his face like a small child. Wulf had a hand underneath his head to support it and the other arm wrapped protectively around Bren's shoulders. Both their mouths were open and snoring. Her heart squeezed painfully.

She had never seen the appeal in watching one's partners sleep. She'd found it creepy and not at all romantic like the characters in Bren's books. But that was before them. Before her boys. Now, if she got the chance, she drank in every single detail of their calm visages of sleep.

Astrid heard and felt the strong beat of Wulf's heart under her ear. Good. They definitely hadn't been drugged.

It was sad that she had to expect that now, one of the many lessons Ikithon had forced on them. They always got through it together, but... those lessons had been extremely rough in the beginning.

Astrid pushed the thought away. No need to focus on the negative now. She was home with her favorite boys under the Zemnian sun. Nothing would ruin it. She wouldn't allow it.

As she held that fierce thought close to her chest, she sensed movement across Wulf's chest. Bren was shifting, stirring awake. Astrid waited, holding her breath, because the next moment was one of her favorites.

Long, ginger lashes fluttered open, revealing beautiful bright sapphire blue eyes. She inhaled sharply. She'd never be over that sight for as long as she lived. It was like watching the sun crest over the Dunrock Mountains, a truly magical moment. She laughed at herself. Perhaps Bren's books were rubbing off on her...

The man in question blinked sleepily at her. "Morning, Astrid."

She leaned forward and kissed his temple. "More like afternoon, kitty," she whispered.

Bren wrinkled his nose. "Why do you insist on calling me that? It's humiliating."

"How can it be humiliating?" She shrugged. "I'm just calling you what you are. And..." Astrid brushed hair out of his face. "I know you secretly like it, kitty."

Just like clockwork, Bren flushed redder than he already was. Adorable. She could tease him for hours and had done so before, in more ways than one. It was just so easy to do; he always had the best reactions.

A stinging pain hit her forehead. Her mouth parted in shock as she watched the guilty hand return to its master. Bren looked very smug, as if proud he'd managed to flick her, but that expression grew more and more worried the further her evil grin crawled over her face.

She lifted her hand, frost gathering at her fingers, when a large hand clamped over it and forced it back down.

"Stop," came the deep rumbling voice under them.

"He started it!"

"What? No, she started it!"

"I don't care who started it," Eadwulf said, voice husky with sleep. "I'm ending it."

"Party pooper," Astrid and Bren mumbled.

Wulf didn't say anything, supposedly going back to sleep. Astrid and Bren looked at each other and mentally shook hands on this next course of action. With the hands that Wulf wasn't pinning down, they began tickling his sides.

At first Wulf didn't react at all, but Astrid felt the little tremor that ran through his body. The one that happened when he was most definitely suppressing a reaction. Astrid grinned. Got him.

She moved her fingers up towards his ribs, applied more pressure, and was rewarded with loud, unrestrained laughter. It was beautiful to hear and extremely infectious.

Astrid laughed with Wulf even as she shifted to straddle him. In this position, she had better access to his torso and proceeded to attack all his tickle spots. Wulf started convulsing, trying to twist away from the onslaught. But Astrid was much better at her job, so Wulf didn't move an inch.

After a bit more maneuvering, Wulf managed to free a singular hand, and through all the laughing, he managed to grab the back of her head and slam their mouths together.

It was less of a kiss and more a collision of teeth because of how hard they were giggling. But eventually, their lips softened against each other, pressing proper kisses to their smiling mouths.

Astrid pulled back, looking down at a smug Eadwulf. She raked her fingers over his sides again just to watch the cockiness fade and remind him who held the power at the moment.

"I win, Wulf."

He was silent until she kept tickling him. Then, he screeched, "Okay, okay! I yield! I yield!"

Astrid threw her head back and cackled even as her fingers stilled. "I am the Supreme Ruler! All will bow before me!"

Arms circled her waist from behind and Bren pressed a kiss to where her shoulder met her neck. "Yes, of course, oh Supreme Ruler. What would you like us to do first?"

Astrid leaned back into his intense warmth when she felt the rippling muscles flex under her. Wulf sat up and joined their little group hug. She was now sandwiched by her two boys and she had never felt more at peace. Astrid leaned forward, resting her forehead on Wulf's and breathing them in deep.

"This is good," she whispered.

So they stayed like that for clouds know how long. Just trading kisses and delighting in one another's company. Astrid was sure they painted a very sickeningly adorable picture. Picture... maybe she should commission a portrait for the three of them. That might be a little too cheesy.

Before she could delve too deep in that rabbit hole, she heard from across the field, "Astrid! Dinner!"

Not even a second later: "Eadwulf, come eat!"

And, "Bren! I've made your favorites! Come inside!"

They looked at each other and as one shouted, "Coming!"

The trio bolted up and raced back to their houses, giggling like little children. Attempts were made to trip and cheat, but the attempts never lasted long. They only succeeded in sparking more laughter.

Astrid felt the bubble of elation spread through her whole chest. It was just the three of them against the world. And, she thought as they ran through the fields of their home, nothing would ever change that.

#i don't know if anyone caught it #but yes #this is right before they kill their parents bc of Ikithon's modify memory #that's why the vacation seems out of place 😬😬 #my writing #blumentrio #critical role #bren aldric ermendrud #caleb widogast #astrid beck #eadwulf grieve

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

You are not failing, you are doing a damn good Jon and I fucking love this. I have it on notifications and check regularly when something is posted. Thank you for putting this together and sorry there are issues. But it seems like those authors have never seen an automated feed before. Sometimes things get missed between Tumblr and Ao3. Normally people just send their info and ask if a post can be made. I also know a few other automated feeds who don't even monitor so they don't get the messages. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you knew you were appreciated and that lots of us are super grateful for the feed.

Thank you so much, friend! These feeds are a very handy thing, but they require quite a bit of an upkeep to function well. There's the main "arcane" one for literally all fanfic, but their links are screwy and it shows no signs of life. So I'm not complaining, I can see it in the number of notes and follows - we've got something going here, and it works quite well because you guys can always let me know about anything, and we can sort all these little bumps along the way - right? :)

So, speaking of interaction and contributions, I got some other comments - of people appreciating this feed for seeing it as a fic-rec thing of sorts. Because all of your collective notes, comments and reblogs, even with basic tags - they can be an indicator? So yes, due to the distinct lack of a fic-rec system (I heard there's something on Discord - not sure if it works well for you guys?) on Tumblr for now - I urge you all, please, please...

DO be so kind and leave comments, tags, notes - state your opinions and sentiments (after you've done it on the authors' A03 pages, of course :) and feel free to recommend ANY and ALL stuff you liked!

Simply because there are quite a lot of other peeps out there who can easily be overwhelmed with the sheer number of fics being churned out (this is a very young, but prolific fandom - luckily :) so some pointers in the right direction are ALWAYS welcome.

THANK YOU! 🌈💖

#caitvi #vicait #piltover's finest #violyn #caitlyn x vi #vi x caitlyn #piltovers finest #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction #arcane series #catraafterthewar #replies #because #feedback is a gift #yes - indeed :)

[loudlyunladylike]

Music time!! :DD (Also hi Loudly!!)

1. Tailor of Enbizaka cover by Oktavia

2. Patches by VocaCircus

3. Rush Hour cover by Man on the Internet

4. Wildfire chorus by Seiryuudo

5. Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix)

6. Chattering Lack of Common Sense by GHOST

7. Megalovania bar by GHOST (for context, GHOST kept changing the title so its now "bar" but it's also been "Megalovania", "Orginal Penis Music", and the original title, "Colorbars")

8. Misfit Toys from Arcane (even though I'm sure you've already heard this, its just honestly my favorite track from Arcane)

9. Incesta Apostate by GHOST

10. Split Idol by GHOST (maybe just the black and white, but it gives me Lab Expirement!Ranboo vibes. Also can I just say how pretty GHOST 's artwork is? They make their music all on their own and draw all the artwork! )

11. i dunno i dunno by GHOST (Also gives me *heavy* lab experiment vibes)

(That's all for now, hope you have a good day!)

ask sent: december 17th

Yeah!!!! Hi Raindrop :D !!!!! *flappy hand waving*

Ooooo they're voice is so pretty pretty pretty!!! Oooooooo👀

-4. Ok putting these 3 together because they're all just giving me such funky vibes, got me doing the lil catJAM-ing head dancies, vv good

5. Yo I really like this song bit I haven't heard it remixed before!! Very funky!!! I like the moments when it really just like excentuates the full power in that song, it's such a banger (fun fact seven nation army was the first song I learned on guitar)

6. THE BEAT IS SO FUNKY! LET'S GO! DUDUDUD DEDEDE

7. I can get why this was called Megolovania! Ooo, it’s so speedy and it’s making my brain go brrrr /pos

8. I alas hadn’t heard this, I haven’t watched Arcane but this sounds very cool it especially seems like one of those ones I can imagine listening to on loop a few times and learning every part of it and feeling sick, cool kinda villain-esque vibes

9. The tonal shifts in this??? like how everything shifts up and down together?? very very cool yes mhmhm nodders, sounds very cool

10. NO I GET WHY YOU MEAN THOUGH! I am so glad you put a vibe in front of me because yes yes that fits!!! Like I don’t think I would have been able to properly pinpoint the vibes and atmosphere of it all but yes that!! Weirdly that!! Also they do art as well as music??? THAT’S SO SICK, their art is very cool I appreciate it :]

11. Yes with the lab experiment vibes! This song🤝that last song mhm. All of GHOST’s music i have listened to through this ask feels like they’re all par of a bigger greater story I am yet to understand and that is very cool methinks

<3

#ask box #💧anon #music time!

[iamcrimelord]

THE GHOST OF ZAUN

Fan Fiction for Arcane/League of Legends, AU set to right after the aftermath of Jinx's attack.

Warning: There is gore and violence.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Jungle

The first thing Daigo noticed as he set foot through the portal leading to Zaun was the smell. It was thick with gaseous fumes. This far down below that really didn't surprise him, people tend to forget that gasses don't just keep rising eventually they fall back down and settle, essentially making the underground one giant soup bowel of toxic gas. Was it any wonder then that reports of the undercity were so bad? He had heard stories, apparently fresh air was a luxury item down here. Meanwhile elsewhere, people could get that for free by virtue of being born on the right side of the river. But what this area lacked in cleanliness, it made up for in opportunity. He had heard stories of the ingenuity of the people of Zaun. He had also heard that Zaun was a hive of scum and criminality. He grinned at that thought. Meant he had a nice hunting ground to work with as well as a giant laboratory to operate in. He tipped his top hat forward, and his mask came down from the rim and covered his face to filter out the air. While toxins were not a concern for him given his.... condition, the smell however was awful, and he refused to assault his already enhanced senses with the stink. He cracked his neck, took off his hat, pulled a walking cane out of it, put it back on, and then made his way down the street. As he walked, he took in the sights. Neon lights, food stalls with questionable cuisine. Ladies and Gentlemen of the night offering their goods to passersby and gold that had the grime of ill deeds on them. He saw a few law officers walk by, themselves with faces hidden by filtering masks. Ironic, he thought to himself. They know how bad the air is down here but do nothing to help those that piltover would call their citizens. Then have the audacity to to be offended when they try to improve their means, often times through fowl deeds by simple virtue of the fact that they had no other recourse. As he walked he could see folks eying him. To be fair, he did stand out. He was tall with a lean frame. Long jet black hair that went down to his back, red eyes that were visible even behind the mask, top hat with skulls on the hat band, long black trench coat with a suite, tie, and vest and metal boots that went up to his knees that made sparks as he walked. But the biggest thing that drew their eye was his right arm. It was a black wooden thing, like an evil tree. With bark twisted and gnarly giving it a muscular look to it. The thumb and middle finger on that arm were not wooden like the other digits however, but made of gold and were mechanical. Not that he could not grow those fingers back...he just thought it looked good. His left hand was covered in a black glove and his left shoulder had a shoulder cape flipped over to his back. By all accounts he looked like a rich man that choose a very bad neighborhood to take a stroll in. A notion that was reinforced to some cut purses that followed Daigo as he walked into an allyway... aware that he was being followed.

Daigo Gripped his cane. Grinning widely beind his mask, sharp teeth hidden by the visage of the skull themed mask he wore, a golden canine tooth replacing one of his fangs. He stepped into the dead center of the allyway...and then turned. "Can I help you gentlemen?" Daigo asked, looking at the cut throats following him. "Well.....you see gov', its like this... we're a might firsty and you strike me's a man what got some extra coin on hand....care to lend us a few bits for a pint?" Daigo's eyes flashed for a moment. Oh he loved it when they tried to play cute. "I would my good man, but alas I'm new to this area and have not yet made the right exchanges to get the local currency. You'll have to ask someone else." The cut throats simply looked at each other and smiled. "Oh now.... surely you've somefin' you could part wif? Like that fancy hat or them boots..." The drew their blades as they got closer now, no longer even attempting to hide their intentions. "tsk, tsk, tsk. Willing to kill a man for a good pair of boots, you know if I'd slaughtered your parents or gave you a hideous scar I could appreciate that." He gripped the bird head on his cane and drew the sword that the cane was hiding. "But killing out of something so trivial... well... I think the decent folks who live down here will appreciate having the cancer cut out." "you having a laugh there mate?! There's free of us an' only one o' you!" Daigo chuckled. "you're right....its not a fair fight." He tossed the man his cane sword. "you've only got knives.....maybe this will even things up a little." The leader of the trio grabbed the cane sword by the blade and yelped when he got cut....but he gripped the sword and held it up, smirking. "well well...I do love the crazy ones...." Daigo began to cackle. "Oh my dear boy, I'm not crazy. I'm not even mortal." He suddenly spread his feet apart, stretched out his arms, and hunched over a bit. He then cackled madly and a blood red aura formed around him as his right hand grew long black thorns for finger nails, and the left hand sprouted long black finger nails from the tips of his leather gloves. "I am however....Starving." He suddenly dashed at the three before they could even scream. Blood exploding in the ally covering the walls and street with crimson liquid.

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