summoner-renzus
First Among Crows
The Institute is gone. The home I once knew, lost. But I will not go quietly into the night. Where the League of Legends has failed...the Crows will stand vigilant.
This is an OC RP blog for League of Legends. Can get NSFW. Multi-ship, multi-verse unless stated otherwise as hard canon. Icon by askpiltoverjayce.
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The sounds of two bodies hitting the floor are heard.
Cue the black-clad Crow sheathing a small blade, emerging from the shadows.
"Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."
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Poro Mun Needs Your Help
// Hi. I'm Shawn. Some of you know me as Armads. Most of you know me as poro-mun, or as the mun behind SnugglyPoros. I know I should probably do this in a less wordy, more catchy way, but I simply do not know how, so I'm just going to be blunt and honest with you.
I am in crisis. My life has been upended. It is not getting better. And I do not know what to do.
I am a 33 year old autistic guy who has been taking care of his mentally ill mother full time, and now her mental state has been getting worse. So much so that the landlord has decided to evict us, and now we need to find a new place to live and move out in thirty days. Well, twenty eight days now at the time of writing.
She's either bipolar-1, schizophrenia, or possibly has major depressive disorder with psychotic tendencies. Whatever it is, she cannot live on her own, and she needs help, but more relevant to you, is that I need help.
Because I'm going to be on my own essentially, while I try to juggle her health and moving.
Those of you who have followed me a long time know that I like to keep things light as much as I can, in regards to having snuggly sheep puffs being cute. I have struggled to keep that up lately.
So I am asking you, if you can help me, to please do so. I do not know what I can give you in return. I am no artist, I can only write things, and I will try to do so for anyone who helps support me, if you have the ability to do so.
Here is a link to my kofi.
Please do not feel obligated to aid me if you cannot. I ask for support, but I do not want anyone to suffer in order to do it. I apologize that I have to ask for help like this, but I am in a very desperate situation, and do not know if I will have a home in a few weeks.
Thank you in advance to anyone who can or does aid me.
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(( Also this soundtrack is aesthetic as FUCK ))
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Random Musing About the John Wick-verse
(( Renzus would totally be a government investigative agent that went undercover and subsequently switched sides to be part of the High Table’s world. ))
(( Fancy guns and exquisitely tailored bulletproof suits? No way he’s turning that down. ))
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(( Yes hello I am not dead, just feeling like it ))
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Random Musing
A story or RPG set in the John Wick-verse, centered around a Continental, set in the 1900s - 1910s.
But there’s also metahumans and supernatural creatures, a la Shadowrun.
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Renzus smiled quietly under his cowl in response, giving the Matron a slightly sardonic nod of the head in greeting.
“It’s purely symbolic, I assure you.” He chuckled. “And I’m technically self-employed, if we’re going by definitions.” No need to mention that he was the founder of the Crows to begin with, not if she didn’t know to begin with.
Although, knowing the reach of the Black Rose’s influence, it wasn’t entirely out of the question that she did know.
“You might even say it’s volunteer work.”
@summoner-renzus is associated with that disgusting animal...
"I hate crows, I hate ravens. Those winged pests give me a headache." They were both associated with demonic entities she despised. Though one was easier to deal with than the other. So, annoyed, the Matron glared at the man. Pulling up her nose in disgust. "Please confirm that you're not working for either one of them. I grow tired of you bird lovers..."
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[ Continued from here ]
"Well then perhaps you should've informed me about this entire matter BEFORE dragging me here!" The Virtuoso snaps, hissing underneath her breath as she glances at the guards, then at the man seated opposite her. "I would've come undercover as opposed to my performance self!" The woman scoffed annoyed, motioning at the tea and then her mask. "How am I supposed to drink like this?!"
"I should've done this myself. Play the shamisen and sneak around afterward... Now I have to be here with YOU." The woman rolled her single visible eye as she grabbed the cup and judged it harshly. "Last time I'm working with you."
"And as if I'd start causing a scene! I could do with a bit of drama, certainly. But I am not a murderer, I'm an artist. And there are too many people for a two-act..."
"Can't we just stage a diversion and exit, stage left?"
“And I would have informed you, Jhin, if you weren’t so irritatingly difficult to track down on any given day.” Renzus finished pouring the tea, returning to his upright seated posture, his face continuing to project calmness despite the irritation of his erstwhile partner, especially when they were under the watchful gaze of the guards.
“Besides, Lord Senjin knows not of your reputation, nor what you look like. His world is his garden, his grandchildren, and the entertaining stories in his court. You can simply lift that mask a little to drink, I’m sure.” The Crow couldn’t help but indulge in a little humour at Jhin’s expense.
After a few moments, an old man hobbled into the room, his walking cane creaking as Lord Senjin took halting steps forward, guided along by a pair of dutiful attendants who remained close by his side. The Ionian elder slowly took his seat at the table, a genteel smile crossing his wizened features, milky eyes that were scarcely functioning turning over each of his two guests.
“Oh! It’s my foreign friend. It’s such a welcome surprise to see you!” Lord Senjin mused, picking up his tea with a slightly trembling hand, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow sip. “And your friend, too. What might their name be?”
Renzus glanced sideways at Jhin, sipping his own tea, clearly intent on letting the Virtuoso answer for herself.
@thecompulsivevirtuoso
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"alt!" (a character you rped in the past)
// I still have the stabby boy on a separate blog somewhere. Playing him was fun, if a little difficult to actually build any kind of serious RP'ing relationship with anyone due to the muse being a ravenous killer.
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The masked woman pinched the bridge of her mask's nose, shaking her head annoyed. "Please don’t drag me into this again..."
Renzus seated himself patiently at the tea table, pouring out a trio of cups full of steaming hot liquid. "You wanted my help, Jhin, this was the price. Besides, are you telling me that a simple tea ceremony is somehow too aggravating for you?"
Of course, it was a tea ceremony where the two of them attended as guests to one of the oldest living nobles of Ionia. A gentle, but senile old man, whose estate nonetheless held incredible influence in Ionia. Renzus had made it a point to entreat Lord Senjin, at the very least to keep tabs on the assorted goings-on in his court.
Remaining in his good graces, after all, meant nearly free access to his castle, and the services of Lord Senjin's numerous retainers.
"Like it or not, this is the only way for you to get what you want." He murmured, glancing at the dozen heavily-armed praetorians that stood guard over Lord Senjin's audience chamber. "And I'd advise against causing a bloodbath here. We'd never make it out of the castle alive."
@thecompulsivevirtuoso
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"Just leave me here, I can take it."
"You're more useful to me alive, Sivir."
Renzus leaned down to drag the sellsword to her feet, his other hand blazing bright with a warding glyph that deflected the hail of arrows fired in their direction. Whoever these mysterious raiders were, they'd clearly come with the intent to kill, and their ambush had caught them unawares.
"Come on!" He growled, pulling her half over his shoulder, sweat beading off his brow as he trudged backwards over the dunes, keeping the barrier up as more bone-tipped arrows clattered against the invisible ward.
@nameaprice
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tired sentence starters - tw: depression, negativity
edit as you see fit
i can’t go on like this, i can’t
do you ever just sit there and wonder why even bother?
i can’t feel my arms anymore and at this point it doesn’t even matter
do you recognise your own reflection?
sometimes i look at myself in the mirror and wonder who hates who more
please don’t drag me into this again
i’ve spent too much time trying to fix the unfixable
i don’t even want a redemption at this point, let me be
so what are we now, huh?
anything left for you to take from me or are we done?
i’d like to offer you more but i’m all out of heart
well, let’s just say, between me and you, i’d rather you chose yourself
just leave me here, i can take it
it’s just me and the world now and i can’t get up
why not ask earlier next time? it could have mattered, maybe
i try to look forward but at this point my eyelids are too heavy
don’t ask again, please just stop asking
i’m sorry we haven’t spoken in a while, i forgot i exist
you want to see this as little as i do so leave
i don’t want to do this anymore i’m tired of you
if you ask me one more time it’ll be the last time you see me
why should i fight? what do i get out of it, what do i win, if i win?
you don’t make a very convincing argument, you know
do it yourself, you’re so good at everything else, you can do this much
no, and that’s my final word, i’m done
oh that sounds like a whole lot of fun, is that what you expected me to say?
i don’t care i forgot how to
i don’t want to care, that’s the point, i’m exhausted, do what you want
you know what? fine, let’s do it your way, fuck it all to hell
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AND GET HAPPY WHEN YOU'RE SAD
ONLY CARE ABOUT A BAG
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𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄!
…𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹.
✘ — Independent, semi-selective, single-muse
RP blog for 𝗝𝗜𝗡𝗫 from League of Legends.
Legacy & beta editor - beta preferred.
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