scarletpuppeteer

[scarletpuppeteer]

// Okay, added sidebar image. :)

Replied to all asks as well. Time to send out a couple >:3

[scarletpuppeteer]

The aberration strides up to the female, arms hanging loosely at its sides, as its seemingly gelatinous body shuffles from side to side through the pillars of the Institute, as daunting and massive as a man-sized boulder. Urgot's Hextech eye glares down at the female, his Zaunite-Metalcrafted legs shifting every few seconds, to keep balanced the mound of flesh and flesh, as it is now paused in front of her. "Move... aside girl, I'm... 'Hmmkhk hmmhk" moving." He commands in an agitated tone.

[ executioner-urgot ]

Like every other human being, Elleah was taken aback by the sight of the executioner -- as he approached, she cannot help but step back, despite curiosity prodding her to step forward and look closer. Not only was the sight gruesome, she was sure she had taken a whiff of the underworld's corpse pit.

She did grant the executioner's request without word, stepping back to give way, but the scent was too much. "Eugh." She flails around as she desperately tries to fan off the smell, and soon later one of her dolls had come closer with her notebook in hand to fan the stench off with her master. Gladly, Elleah was one to easily get used to scents and odors, and later on the extra help was no longer needed, although a few tears had formed in the corner of her eyes from holding her breath.

"Man, next time," she mutters to his direction despite being out of earshot, finding the encounter rude, "why don't you be a little more-- Oh, look at that!" After actually focusing on the executioner's form did she realize that he held a... quite interesting form. She comes closer, perhaps a little too excited, despite the smell (and his warning!) and pokes on the stinking flesh despertaely held together by what it seems to be technology. "Are you dead, or not? A zombie? or somethin' else? Your whole work looks neato burrito!" She looks up to him, interested. "Did you do this yourself?"

[scarletpuppeteer]

"Do you have any favorite tools when making dolls?"

[ iris-the-electromancer ]

"But if you meant materials, like the cloth and all... I'm a fan of celestial silk! It's easily charmed and stretchable, and can handle amounts of damage.

It's hard to acquire, though."

[scarletpuppeteer]

"How many puppets do you have?"

[ summonerflaymedragonborn ]

"I think I should actually start keeping a record... I got a room filled with them and I don't know what to do with those..."

[scarletpuppeteer]

// I'll continue fixing things when I get to it. :) For now, I think I'll be back on Kayle!

I think I'll have a sidebar image tomorrow. Maybe. I'll seriously bring my watercolors at school.

[scarletpuppeteer]

I do not wish to be rude, but can you tell us what Elleah is currently at the Institute of War for currently? (In the About Elleah page if you would prefer!)

// Whoops! Fixed it. It’s in the About Elleah page now. :)

Technically, she’s neither champion nor summoner. She’s just a spectator. She’s using the information she gets from the matches she spectates for her research.

[scarletpuppeteer]

// Oh, and yeah, you are free to send me asks! :) Most of the asks I got here are a little... outdated. ;u;

[scarletpuppeteer]

// I got a new design for Elleah, which I will post later once I've figured out if it's actually a-okay or not. Her red hues disturb me, so I made them mostly brown and yellow. Autumn colors, yes.

But I forgot to draw her choker on that one, so yep.

[scarletpuppeteer]

"That's what hinders a person, I believe. I wish I can rid of this metaphorical heart myself. It's troublesome, too much sympathy. I can only laugh at how pitiful things are, and how pitiful I had become... Although having a good laugh is refreshing.

Although yes, if I actually have the time and so-called motivation, I might push through. And here on, I was expecting you to me of magic descent for some reason, perhaps I can go around that and improvise..."

"Lady, I'm wondering: what powers you? Is it magic, or technology? I do not see any seals in you, which means it might have been made internally..."

"I am a clockwork powered gynandroid. Everything I or my ball do is moved by technology. By science. Are you interested?"

[scarletpuppeteer]

// Gonna try to revive this blog. It's something I wanted to do for a long time.

[scarletpuppeteer]

"It is Elleah," she says, holding out her hand for the steward to shake, if she wants to. Yan, her doll companion, merely floats around and skips in air, somewhat mirroring her master's mood, but later on just sitting on her shoulder like a dog waiting to be petted.

"I have heard you around, miss. Tybresa, am I correct, or have I caught another wrong name again?"

"Hey, you're the Senior Steward everyone seems to be talking about, yes? Was wondering what is up with this snow business? Why is everyone wearing those candy-colored long-sleeves?"

Tybresa quirked an eyebrow, regarding the young woman before her with a spark of curiosity in her eyes.

"Good day to you too." She eventually greeted her politely, folding her hands over the clipboard she was holding whilst keeping it pressed against her chest, her attention since long diverted from it. "Indeed, I am the Senior Steward, at your service. I would not mind knowing your name first, before we dwell on our conversation, however."

[scarletpuppeteer]

"Tch, I will, if I actually figure the thing out. If I want to be sure it’s cleared, I may have to dig it out, but I may accidentally carry more plants with me. He won’t like that. Another question is where to dump it. I can’t exactly use goddamn ash to— wait, huh. That might be useful. Huh. Yes. Yeah, I guess I’ll dig the ash out, if I figure out how not to carry more of his cousins."

Yan sank back to her little corner, and started poking Elleah’s face; in a comical sort of way, the puppeteer merely grimaces, half-ignoring the puppet, but later picks her up and ties her back in her bag, as she listens to the Lunari’s words.

"Just a thing I have learned over the years: there’s no right moment. You can wait for it for years, but it all comes to you and how you do it that will dictate if it is correct or not. But ah, who am I to stop you? I can practically be blabbering nonsense now."

"Ah. Hello there. And you are..?"

"Y-You’re the moon lady in the Institute, right? I spectated some matches in the last time I came here, and you are pretty great!

I’m Elleah. I did not catch your name, though… you are?”

[scarletpuppeteer]

Soon enough, Yan comes out of nowhere, slaps Elleah across the face, and the puppeteer just topples around and her circlet slips out of place as she attempts to stand up straight, making a clang sound against the floor.

Elleah was a bit too woozy for her to pick it up, and she just attempts to hide how distraught she is after being sent into a deep sleep in an instant a while ago, and being taken out of it so soon.

Whoops.

// ♚ :'D

"El— urgh…" Diana sighed, "Elleah? Elleah, come on…" She sighed, not even making an actual attempt to rouse the puppeteer. She looked at her dollbag, wondering if one of her ‘friends’ would help her out. She would wake the puppeteer herself, if she weren’t afraid of accidentally hurting her. "Uh… Your home is in the woods, right..? I think… I should be able to take you home…" Diana eyed the bag again, this time out of concern. How fragile were the dolls, really? She sighed one final time, this time in dejection, deciding to just stand there and allow her to rest, grumbling about ungrateful children.

[scarletpuppeteer]

"Anyone needs some help? Fixed everything here, dug out whatever needs to be dug, and my lovelies are pretty much explosion-proof now."

[scarletpuppeteer]

"I am. Please entertain me with how an artificial being like you is powered with no magic involved.

Who knows, I might be able to make a second you. Although without the obvious snark and sarcasm. I'm making an artificial perfect lady."

"Lady, I'm wondering: what powers you? Is it magic, or technology? I do not see any seals in you, which means it might have been made internally..."

"I am a clockwork powered gynandroid. Everything I or my ball do is moved by technology. By science. Are you interested?"

[scarletpuppeteer]

// Hello I rise from the ashes of hiatuses

brb sending out holy raid of messages in people's inboxes

[scarletpuppeteer]

"Ma-what? And how can trees be a cousin of someone— ah. You meant a certain treant. I’ve only read about them… I never knew they actually exist. I’ve read enough to know that they care about their own kind; let the dead bury their own dead. 

The dolls do help me around. For instance, we have Yan right here.” The certain Yan, a doll made out of sewn pieces of flesh-colored cloth and dressed in a little white cape adorned with red and blue laces and ribbons, comes out from nowhere, waves to Diana, and hides on where it came from. “She’s a personal doll. There’s no one with me in the house, so…” she smiles sadly. “Probably one of the reasons why Alicia got all worked out.”

Once Diana had mentioned that… ‘single person’, Elleah got interested, but dared not asked it. As to why she was preventing her curiosity get the better of her, she was not sure. Probably because Diana doesn’t sound like anyone to say such personal things, anyway. 

"I’m not going to ask who that is, since I most likely don’t know her," Elleah muses, as Yan rearranges Elleah’s circlet that tipped out of place again as the puppeteer runs a hand on her hair in thought. "And things are made for a reason, moon lady. These rules are made for a reason, as well. Whether they are for these summoners’ own benefit or not, well, I guess none of us can figure out."

She crosses her arm over her chest, and Yan seems to do the same. The puppet seems distraught on what to do — whether to mirror Elleah or comfort Diana, but it just stays between them and looks around, as if confused what to do.

"But it is wise to use the rules and parameters to your own advantage. I have no idea what the problem is, but it is possible it can be settled, only in a different way.

A man once told me that a problem ain’t one if it has no solution. It’s up to you to solve it, no matter how you do.”

"Ah. Hello there. And you are..?"

"Y-You’re the moon lady in the Institute, right? I spectated some matches in the last time I came here, and you are pretty great!

I’m Elleah. I did not catch your name, though… you are?”