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towerofanimus2012-05-07 08:11 pm
isthatashortjoke) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-07 08:11 pm
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I AM EVIL, STOP LAUGHING!
Characters: Veigar and you!
Setting: Dorm Floor
Format: Starting with prose, anything is game afterwards.
Summary: The Tower now has a very volatile Yordle!
Warnings: Depends, anything's possible with this shorty.
Veigar slowly opened his eyes and frowned, the pounding in his head a simple nuisance, nothing he hadn't experienced before. He struggled during the paralysis, wondering which of the blasted Champions had managed to sneak up on him. Cass? Jax? Taric? Amumu? No, impossible! He was Veigar after all, he'd be the one getting the jump on them!
Finally he was able to move and he quickly took a glance around, searching for whoever had brought him here. He had a few choice words to have with them and all of them ended in PAIN. That's when he decided that he'd read over the letters, after all, no use running around flinging spells just yet. Going over them a few times, the Yordle remained silent, looking around every so often as he re-read them over and over again, finally setting them down and grabbing his belongings from his trunk. Once he finished placing his final gauntlet on, he raised an angry frist at his captors and raw power crackled around it.
"MY WORLD CANNOT BE DESTROYED! I'M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO DECIDED WHEN AND HOW IT'LL BE DESTORYED! ME! THE GREAT VEIGAR! NOT YOU!"
Well, that was one way of making it known you had arrived.
Setting: Dorm Floor
Format: Starting with prose, anything is game afterwards.
Summary: The Tower now has a very volatile Yordle!
Warnings: Depends, anything's possible with this shorty.
Veigar slowly opened his eyes and frowned, the pounding in his head a simple nuisance, nothing he hadn't experienced before. He struggled during the paralysis, wondering which of the blasted Champions had managed to sneak up on him. Cass? Jax? Taric? Amumu? No, impossible! He was Veigar after all, he'd be the one getting the jump on them!
Finally he was able to move and he quickly took a glance around, searching for whoever had brought him here. He had a few choice words to have with them and all of them ended in PAIN. That's when he decided that he'd read over the letters, after all, no use running around flinging spells just yet. Going over them a few times, the Yordle remained silent, looking around every so often as he re-read them over and over again, finally setting them down and grabbing his belongings from his trunk. Once he finished placing his final gauntlet on, he raised an angry frist at his captors and raw power crackled around it.
"MY WORLD CANNOT BE DESTROYED! I'M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO DECIDED WHEN AND HOW IT'LL BE DESTORYED! ME! THE GREAT VEIGAR! NOT YOU!"
Well, that was one way of making it known you had arrived.
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Someone's just a bit full of themselves. Just a bit.
However, his words did have heavy backing behind.
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"And yet here I stand without a tremble-- I have seen things far more terrifying than you, my friend." He held his chin thoughtfully for a moment.
"Or at least, who came off far more terrifying! Indeed, it is those that know how to properly exploit all three sides of the paradigm that would truly strike fear in the hearts of those around them.
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"That lack of judgement seems to run around this place, things are different wherever you go and this place isn't much different."