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towerofanimus2012-12-09 05:34 am
adorably_evilish) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-09 05:34 am
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Blasting through a Winter Wonderland~ [Open]
Characters: Veigar and you!
Setting: Throughout the tower and floor Twenty-Five
Format: Either or.
Summary: Veigar seems to have caught a cold and isn't all too happy about it.+ ... Veigar being nice? What in the hell?
Warnings: It's Veigar... Enough said.
Throughout the Tower:
Veigar seems to be in a foul mood, muttering up a storm about how wretched and irritating this tower is and how he will still find away to bring it to it's knees! Or to ruble... whatever you bring down a tower to! He sniffles every now and then, wiping at his face seemingly where his nose would be if the shadows that usually hide his features weren't covering them.
Approaching him might not be the best of ideas considering that he's annihilated a few creatures along the way. No denizens of the tower, simply monsters that thought messing with the Yordle when he was in a foul mood would be a good idea. It took little effort and less thought but as always there was a delightful glee whenever he destroyed something as it just kept adding to his infinite font of power.
Floor Twenty-Five:
The scene in this floor is a stark opposite of what could be seen throughout... well anything else in the tower involving Veigar! The short Yordle seems to be out in the flower fields with a potted plant at his side wherever he goes. He seems to be tending to the plants? Okay, that in itself was weird enough considering who was doing it. He sniffled here and there, wiping at his nose but seemed to simply be doing it quietly. His gaze seemed far off in thought for some reason and there was no real method to the madness that was happening.
It just was.
Setting: Throughout the tower and floor Twenty-Five
Format: Either or.
Summary: Veigar seems to have caught a cold and isn't all too happy about it.+ ... Veigar being nice? What in the hell?
Warnings: It's Veigar... Enough said.
Throughout the Tower:
Veigar seems to be in a foul mood, muttering up a storm about how wretched and irritating this tower is and how he will still find away to bring it to it's knees! Or to ruble... whatever you bring down a tower to! He sniffles every now and then, wiping at his face seemingly where his nose would be if the shadows that usually hide his features weren't covering them.
Approaching him might not be the best of ideas considering that he's annihilated a few creatures along the way. No denizens of the tower, simply monsters that thought messing with the Yordle when he was in a foul mood would be a good idea. It took little effort and less thought but as always there was a delightful glee whenever he destroyed something as it just kept adding to his infinite font of power.
Floor Twenty-Five:
The scene in this floor is a stark opposite of what could be seen throughout... well anything else in the tower involving Veigar! The short Yordle seems to be out in the flower fields with a potted plant at his side wherever he goes. He seems to be tending to the plants? Okay, that in itself was weird enough considering who was doing it. He sniffled here and there, wiping at his nose but seemed to simply be doing it quietly. His gaze seemed far off in thought for some reason and there was no real method to the madness that was happening.
It just was.
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