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     The light flipping on immediately had Baschion on the move, he instantly swept around the table he was nearest.  After gripped the side, turning it so that it slammed down on his side he gripped the chalk in his right hand and started to write symbols down on his left glove.  He slowly peeked over, pointing the glove at Ziggs, before recognizing him and realized why there had been explosives in the house.  "Don't throw any explosives, or I launch this spell.  Trust me, it won't be pleasant."  Baschion said, keeping his deep wine red eyes on Ziggs.  He was silently cursing himself as he started to hear someone else from behind him, before he quickly turned around, exposing his back to Ziggs and looking at nothing but a wall.

Explosive Midnight Meetings

     Baschion slowly stepped around the floor, his silence was in synchronization with his surroundings.  He merely flitted around the building, not paying attention to photos, or anything that might let him know the house was of Ziggs.  His eyes flittered around everything, before he picked up a round orb.  He gave it a small rub, before it blasted him from the explosion.  He stood for a moment, unable to move as his senses had failed him severely.  He didn’t hear, see, or move as someone had come into the same room as him.  When he finally regained his senses, he put the remnants of the orb on where it had been before rubbing his black furred face.  He muttered to himself, softly so as not to awake anyone should the explosion not have woken them up.  “Who the hell keeps explosives in their house…”

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Explosive Midnight Meetings

     Baschion slowly stepped around the floor, his silence was in synchronization with his surroundings.  He merely flitted around the building, not paying attention to photos, or anything that might let him know the house was of Ziggs.  His eyes flittered around everything, before he picked up a round orb.  He gave it a small rub, before it blasted him from the explosion.  He stood for a moment, unable to move as his senses had failed him severely.  He didn't hear, see, or move as someone had come into the same room as him.  When he finally regained his senses, he put the remnants of the orb on where it had been before rubbing his black furred face.  He muttered to himself, softly so as not to awake anyone should the explosion not have woken them up.  "Who the hell keeps explosives in their house..."

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     Baschion took a moment, before he looked at Sona to see her gaze.  He thought on it for a moment, before he looked again at her shoulder.  He didn't see the tattoo anymore, but that didn't stop him from twitching at the sudden disappearance and the awkward question.  "I guess having a diseased mind comes with its own perks, sometimes its a curse, and sometimes its a boon."  Baschion said, before turning towards the couch, and scrambling to climb on top of the seat.  He was about to succeed, before the couch cushion loosed itself and flipped on top off him.  He laid on the floor a moment, before moving the cushion.  He rubbed his hand over his head, feeling the fur between his gloves before he let it fall.      He shook his head, before standing and using the now lowered area of the couch to lift himself up.  He slowly manuevered to pull the couch cushion back up, however it being loose after he had finished replacing it.  "Sorry, I am making a mess."  Baschion said, he disliked that he couldn't explain much.  He disliked that he couldn't help her much, all he knew was foraging and stealing.  He knew how to sneak, and how to make someone hurt, but otherwise he knew very little other than the arcane that he had taught himself.  He sighed, his thoughts were dragging on him, and he hoped that the tailor would get here soon to relieve him of these ill fit clothes.

A Musical Meeting

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      Baschion hadn't noticed that the song she had been singing, he had hit pitch perfect on humming it note for note.  When she had said something about the particularly noteworthy skill, he didn't even know what she was talking about.  When she further explained, he felt slightly embarrassed, no one had ever noted anything of worth in him.  He watched her put the food onto plates, before his eyes once again deceived him as the food started shifting through the color spectrum.  He did hear a few noises, all of them saying to watch Sona as he followed their instruction.  His madness often times had given him insight, where others often just thought of him as a lunatic when they found out his condition.      His eyes caught sight of something on her right shoulder, its faded gray nature seemed to catch him in amazement as she left the room.  He pondered to himself, what it was, before he looked around, jumping down onto a nearby chair.  He was almost sure it was designed like a tattoo, before he jumped down to the floor, rolling as he hit the floor so as the reduce the force on his little legs.  His mind was swimming about the tattoo, before Sona was back and talking about eating.  He followed her, his gait was only slightly off from having the shock to his legs of jumping to the chair.      He thought of how to phrase his question, before he just blurted it out before he over thought things.  "Miss Sona, what is with the tattoo on your right shoulder?"  Baschion said, looking up at her, being careful in case she happened to stop suddenly.  While his short stature would allow him to just walk under her current dress, he was sure that she would not appreciate him doing that.  He would continue however, even moving around her to reach the couch.  He didn't quite like Rumble's clothing, it was still a terribly ill fit for him.

A Musical Meeting

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     Baschion sat down, the counter making the perfect place for his small rump.  He had never had anyone just accept him like that, no one had ever been that kind to him.  He fought back the tears of joy, she didn't want him crying so he could at least do that courtesy to her.  He watched, his eyes watching her add the ingredients, and his mind remembering them as they went in.  Some of the would randomly turn into different things, he knew his mind playing a trick at that point.  He heard Sona's humming, and unconsciously picked up the tune and hummed it aloud.  Her mind's humming was given voice through Baschion, he followed every note quite faithfully as he watched.

A Musical Meeting

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     Baschion felt the tug, before he was literally having to hop from leg to leg as Mira dragged him along.  He tried to start talking, only for her to continue on with her talking.  His merely let his left hand come up and rub through the fur on his head as he looked at her.  Thankfully, the streets were empty, and his ratty clothing only seemed to magnify that he was a vagrant and a beggar.  He was glad others weren't around, and was only glad to be in open air and moving so that Mira couldn't smell his unpleasant odor.       Baschion's wine orbs slowly turned, seeing something growing out of the side of a building, rapidly as he continued on.  He looked in another alley, seeing a demonic looking being that simply smiled at his passing.  He looked up at Mira, before he decided to ask a question.  "Is there a test for ones mind, to make sure it isn't ill?  If so, I may not even be able to become a messenger."  Baschion said, his eyes showing a slight regret at having to be open to her about his mental state to her.  "And is there any training, or is it just being flung into the wind by yourself?"

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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     Baschion felt a slight shiver run along his spine as he was hugged, no one had ever had any sort of contact with him like that.  He simply looked at the woman, wondering how someone could accept someone like him.  He didn't realize his vision starting to blur at her additional comments while he stood on her upturned hands.  He didn't even realize the water running down his fur as he looked at her, tears running down his cheeks as he felt accepted for once.  He only looked forward, not caring if Sona saw him crying or not considering she had wholeheartedly accepted him.  "Y-Yes, I do."  Baschion finally said in response, his voice hitching up from crying.

A Musical Meeting

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     "I would like that actually."  Baschion said, his surprise was evident as just a moment ago Mira had seemed very unamused with Bashion.  He only seemed to perk up at the thought of him becoming a messenger, although he didn't like the prospect of returning to Bandle city.  Ever.  He simply would keep putting off assignments to go there, if he was able.  He didn't want to deal with the feelings he had towards most yordles, and didn't want to run into an old group that knew him.

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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     "Yea, we will."  Baschion said as he looked at Sona, she had brought herself down to his level.  He was actually impressed that she was one of the first people to actually try and talk to him on the same level rather than to just talk downwards to him.  His mind flitted to the guards that had always talked down to him like he was scum, saying that he gave a bad name to all his hearty and kind brethren.  He felt a small ball of anger quickly fill up into his gut, but he quickly let it go from himself as he knew the guards weren't around.      "Although, I will say that perhaps the guards won't be as quick to judge me here anymore.  I already have a bad reputation with them..."  Baschion said, looking down from Sona's face as he saw a small mouse run around the floor.  He seemed to wonder what exactly was going on, before he heard a whisper from behind him.  He took a moment to look behind him, nothing there before he simply gripped the sides of his head.  He knew that this was going to happen, he needed to get his mind sorted out, lest he continue down the path he had been set by that vast desert named Shurima.  He looked back up to Sona, before he sighed and slowly decided to speak.      "Miss Sona, I will tell you something.  My mind has what most would call a sickness, I see and hear things that others don't.  I hope you don't mind, but if you won't want someone like me around I can understand."  Baschion said, knowing full well that his mental scope was probably not the best in terms of health.  He always wondered why his 'hallucinations' had helped him escape trouble, or had lead him to his own discoveries in his own right.  He simply stared at the eyes of Sona, despite hearing the mouse peep on the floor demanding his attention.  He knew it wasn't real, but it still continued on to try and gather his attention.

A Musical Meeting

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     "Well, while I normally just wander around, I generally don't have any particular destination in place.  Isn't the journey what it is all about?"  Baschion said, as he let a a little sigh, before he gently rubbed his hand over his furry head.  He eventually let his right hand fall to his side.  She was offering to help him, and he generally didn't quite like accepting help.  He did need a new outfit, and a source of income.  Baschion took a moment to compose himself, and then started to speak as he tried to keep himself composed.      "Despite my thoughts on this, I do have a few needs that I need taken care of.  I need a new outfit, let alone some source of income to prevent myself from starving.  Vagrancy is not the most fun of lives, but messengers are vagrants with purpose, so is there any way that I can perhaps join your messenger group?"  Baschion said slowly, trying to hold himself back from saying anything too sharply.  He didn't quite want his tone to seem begging, but he was not above begging at this point.  He looked at Mira, his eyes doing the begging for him.

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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     “Cloaks hung on things keeping them out of reach, and beds too high for someone of my stature, very reassuring madam.”  Baschion said with a sharp edge of a tone, he seemed slightly irritated at her saying there were other spots.  His tiny demeanor should have clearly given away the fact that he couldn’t just climb onto any bed.  He did take the loaf of bread, it being rather large to him as he looked at Mira after taking it.  He had to hold it with two hands, before he broke off part of it.      “Well, Mira, my name is Baschion.  As you can tell, I have no home, nor anything to my name really.”  Baschion said, out of a simple nicety to give to the messenger.  He put a gloved hand to his forehead, gently rubbing it as he looked at the female who towered over him.  “And I normally am, I just didn’t expect a pack like that to be used every day.  I learned my lessons the hard way from other people, and have more than just bad memories to prove it.

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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     "I often don't eat, so I really wouldn't know.  But thank you for your kindness."  Baschion said, rubbing the back of his head, his tiny stature seemed a bit off.  He seemed to think for a moment, before he shuffled after Sona wanting to see how things were cooked.  He was interested only because he didn't like the dry rations he always went after, salted meats were the only thing he had tasted in a long while.  His thoughts did wander, as he tried his best to keep the ill fitting clothes on.  He was certainly not built like Rumble, that much was for certain.      "Ah, Miss Sona?  Would you care if I stayed for longer than a short while?  Perhaps as a traveling companion?"  Baschion said, it was clear he was bracing for the rejection.  He simply thought on some level she was going to reject him, say no, toss him aside like so many others had.  He simply looked at her, his face looking like he ate a bitter fruit.  He was hoping that she would indeed accept him, and that he would be able to look to her for guidance.

A Musical Meeting

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    "I slept.  I don't understand what you mean be slept well.  I can wait, I don't mind waiting around.  You seem nice enough."  Baschion said, still not trusting Sona entirely.  She had been nothing but nice to him, but he knew how that always went.  They would act nice, then stab him in the back.  He learned that the hard way, many a time from his explorations.  He just kept his chalk ready in his glove, he knew he would have placed to explore soon, but maybe getting to know Sona better would put him at ease.  "I have to ask, why are you being so nice to a vagrant like myself?"

A Musical Meeting

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     Baschion watched Sona go, before he fiddled with his pack, pulling out a book.  He wrote a few sigils onto his glove, before the palm of it started to glow.  He held it up, starting to read, it had gotten considerably darker since his shower.  He poured over the book, he had to learn magic to make better hextech.  He just wanted to make himself notable and possibly become a champion one day in the league.  He let himself slowly get weary, until he was ready to sleep.      After he had rubbed the sigils off, he was asleep for a long time.  He did wake from time to time, one of the times his stomach had growled loudly, but he simply ignored it.  He eventually did wake, it being light enough to read.  Baschion yawned, before looking around to make sure of his surroundings.  His dark orbs seemed transfixed on the door that lead to Sona's room, a small mouse was standing in the small crack she had left.  Did she know that she had mice in the house?

A Musical Meeting

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     Baschion only took the clothing, feeling slightly guilty at taking another persons clothing.  He stared at the clothes for a moment, before pulling them into the bathroom.  He looked at Sona, before he ducked around the door to dress.  He didn't feel right in something other than his robe, it just felt ill fitting to him also, considering the clothing was rather large on him.  He slipped on his gloves, taking the chalks and notes with him out of the bathroom.  He stumbled more than once, the clothing ultimately proving ill fitting.      "I am going to have to find more clothing, this isn't going to work at all."  Baschion said, not realizing that Sona could still probably hear him.  He tried putting his chalk and notes in the backpack while trying to climb up onto the couch.  More than once, he failed simply because he kept having to pull the clothing back to where it should rest, instead of where it had started to slip off to.  Eventually he managed to get onto the couch, no small feat considering his size and relative problems with his current wardrobe.

A Musical Meeting

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     Baschion only held fast as the bag opened, seeing a female human in front of him.  He stayed in place for the time being, before she questioned him and he simply felt his body blench when she went over the law.  "I know it is, but when you don't have a home, you don't have much of a choice."  Baschion muttered, she would probably hear it.  He slowly moved out of the bag.  He decided to answer her first question however, before he shivered at the rather cold air outside of the bag.  "It was something I could curl up in, my fur may keep me warm, but not terribly so during the night."

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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     Slowly, after having hit the ground, letting out a small oomph as he had hit he looked around.  Had the messenger dropped him intentionally, knowing something was off?  He stayed still, keeping his eyes on the small areas where he could see something.  They were in the middle of the street, but he was unwilling to come out.  He didn't want to have to run for his life, and would only if necessary or attacked.  His breathing gave him away, the bag showing minor movements from his breathing as it settled around him.

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

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