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Hello! Sorry to pop back in several years later, but I can’t - for the life of me - remember what the email address is for @noxianhurricane and I’m feeling nostalgic. I was going to shelf it, message some old partners, and attach this blog to it (it was always a secondary hence the initial handle change) but I can’t consolidate the accounts like this. If anyone has any information, please message me at [Redacted] on discord.

Thank you so much.

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Big News? Actually moving to a new blog handle and such! I’m decking it out, cleaning it up and I might start drawing too!~

See you there!

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I am Back!

And I have something big planned by around 8 pm est, so look forward to that!~

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Mukuro raised an eyebrow. The league of legends were gone? She needed a second to process this. She wouldn’t have ever thought that what had become a world power so easily disbanded. This felt all too sudden. A lot of his words and actions made sense, but she couldn’t exactly wrap her head around it completely. She thought that maybe it was best for her not to question. Swain was the kind of person not to leave things without good reason. His plans were also airtight, so that was worth putting confidence in.

As Swain would continue, she would have a better understanding of what was going on. The event was extremely reminiscent to the death of Darkwill. Too reminiscent… This was less of a recap of the recent history, and more of a show of his tactics. At Least to Mukuro. While her commanding officer took the words of Swain at face value, she wasn’t one to exactly take all information for what it was. Her father adoptive father had hammered those ideals into her head since she had been brought into the household. Information was never just information. Information was a power play.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow. To find an ally in Piltover. She was impressed to say the least. Piltover had always seemed to be of the Demacian persuasion, however a Noxus under Swain rather than Darkwill seemed to look at the world as much more than just raw resources to be taken. Swain saw people. Disposition. A relief effort in Piltover would do more than just attract attention from the City of Innovation, but of the world. She would have to look into recent records to confirm this. To any other Noxian, Piltover would have looked like nothing but excess brass or perhaps a bone to throw to Zaun, but Swain recognised the ingenuity of Piltover construction. The change in relations with Zaun was also surprising to her, but anyone who had seen the terror that those weapons caused would most likely agree with Swain. A modernization of both ideal and of state. She liked what she was hearing. Noxus was turning into more than anything she could have anticipated.

And relations with Ionia were salvageable…

She paused internally to think about what this meant to her. Did she even want this? She had abandoned her homeland. She was noxian now, but why did that piece of information excite her. Mukuro knew with the genocide she committed she could never just walk into Ionia again, but in her defense neither could any Noxian. She couldn’t help but feel just slightly wishful.

As he finished off his explanation, she attempted to hold back an inevitable smile. Hearing that her comrade had been safe all this time drew a sigh of relief. “Thank you for bringing us to speed, Grand General.” She says humbly.

Swain had been reviewing Military Service Records when he stumbled upon a peculiar file labelled as a Defector to Noxus. Swain opened the file and began reading Mukuro's Service Record, half a platoon wiped out but made up for it by massacring a village? Swain reviewed the file carefully... Only half of the Mandatory Service required, but certain prejudices got in the way of proper assignment. He quickly wrote something down and took two Raedsel, journeying to Mukuro's Post (dragonmaster-swain)

Mukuro stood at her post, scanning the wastes she was assigned watch over. She opened a flask of water and drank slowly. The place she was required to supervise was unbelievably dull. She wasn’t sure if anything was alive, let alone stirring to attack Noxus. She would have prefered some more challenging work, or at least something to ease her restlessness. She hated doing nothing. It’s what she couldn’t stand in her old home.

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reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.

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“It was a powder.” Mukuro leaned forward, eyes on the beverage. “A lot of powders would be odorless, especially if it was synthetic. Hopefully it was sugar or some sort of addition for aesthetic. Then again, you would have smelled it.” Her voice is tired, as if she had a long arduous day, and watching someone possibly partake of a dangerous drug wasn’t helping. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?”

“ Uh…” The mercenary was about to and stopped. “ I don’t think so, would’ve smelled it.”

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“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call...

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“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.” (Nice to see you!)

"I can assure you that I came out much cleaner." Mukuro wipes her forehead of the blood and picks up the remnants of her broken metal arm. "The Demacian had enough pride to drown Shurima... Only enough blood for a small bathtub though." She chuckles under her breath, slinging the metal arm over her shoulder. The euphoria of battle still hung over her mind, her body firm and formal but her disposition lax. ((Pleasure to see you too ^^))papa-swain

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REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

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“A useful team to do some dirty work.” he stated simply, ignoring her movements. She was concealing something, but he couldn’t make out what. Good. She’s prepared somewhat. “You see, I have some underlings that need to be taught a…lesson. By lesson I mean annihilated. I won’t bore you with the details however, those are useless for what I require. For what I require…. …is a slaughter.”

Her grip loosens on the blade in hand. Underlings. If her father had recommended her, there must have been some sort of dispute that her family could capitalize on. That, or her father wanted to show some muscle. "Heh... A slaughter? Sounds easy enough. Please though," she puts away the knife and raises her hands in a calm, drawing motion. "The details will be much appreciated. After all, with the kind of lesson you would like to teach, I'd like them to take it to heart." She smirks.

"There is something you and I need to discuss."

Mukuro’s head snaps to the man who had called her name. Her father told her to expect someone, but she expected some place more formal than quartered section of private wilds. “And what is it that you would need?” She asks, a hand on a small stiletto knife at her hip. Her hand gripped the trinket she had just gotten from an unlucky burglar.

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"There is something you and I need to discuss."

Mukuro's head snaps to the man who had called her name. Her father told her to expect someone, but she expected some place more formal than quartered section of private wilds. "And what is it that you would need?" She asks, a hand on a small stiletto knife at her hip. Her hand gripped the trinket she had just gotten from an unlucky burglar.

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*side-eyes at you* *slides you 50$* *whispers* now pretend you are interested in my OCs

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Back from the hospital. Don't know how to day it.

*http://youtu.be/ek_EVouA-CI*

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Reblog if you're a nobody on Tumblr but you're still very proud of your blog.

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OOC: I'll be back in a week or so

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OOC: Mun is all over the place

How do popular/active league of legends blog? I see it everywhere else.