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Thread: Chasing Perfection (Alvis & OhReally)

Valeries eyes cut to the side for a split second, returning to the painting in front of them. He was an asshole and by now he was probably fully aware of that. It was hard for her to believe that at one point in her life she looked up to him. Even if he was a narcissistic dick she had to admit, he was an amazing artists. Instead of making a scene and being rude she forced a smile and nodded. Okay, sure! You might recognize the buildings, I took a few pictures around town. Though when I painted them I painted them from my point of view. Im always in such a hurry so when I pass by I never pay it much attention its all just a blur for me. With that being said, I painted a blurred version of the landscapes. Oh God, was she rambling? It felt like she was rambling. It didnt even sound like she had thought before she spoke. He was going to eat her alive and she knew it. It was now just a matter of when.
Thread: Chasing Perfection (Alvis & OhReally)

Avery looked at teh painting, listening to her as she explained it. He was glad she did. Else, he'd have assumed someone had thrown paint thinner on an otherwise skilled painting. But no, now he could see how she'd blended the colours, recreated the idea of a fast moving vehicle taking a picture. It...wasn't bad for someone her experience level. It was surprising actually. But the difference between an artistic vision and an artistic disaster was all in the presentation, and he knew how to point out the difference. This is not a bad piece. I could even call it...inspired. He started, looking at her. The look on his face told her that there was a huge but coming. Before he spoke again, there was a crash. Avery wrenched his head around, and looked to see one of his displays on the ground. Hey ! He roared, seeing a young man stepping away from the mess. Get back here ! Avery took off after the fleeing young man. Well, that was interesting. One man said near Valerie. I'm Martin Carr, I write for the Artist's VIsion. He had just named one of the small, but highly regarded papaers about artwork. If he was a writer for this, he's likely made or broken careers with his articles. And I have to say, the last thing that Avery had to say was he found your work inspired. I think that might be a good place to start for an article, don't you? Joe was at teh exhibit, cleaning up the mess. The youth had outdone himself. It was quite a mess. He glanced up to see Valerie being talked to by a man that was a frequent visitor to the gallery. Joe knew him as something of a writer to report on artists. And if he was talking to Valerie...judging from teh look on his face, it was a good thing. Joe had done something else for her, helping arrange this. It might look like a fortunate accident, but he knew better. This had simply been one more step towards helping her with their partnership. Soon she'd see. Soon...
Thread: Chasing Perfection (Alvis & OhReally)

Valerie perked up when she heard him say that it was not a bad piece. Maybe he actually just came over to compliment her, though when he finished his sentence it seemed as if he was about to say something else. Something that probably would have crushed her dreams of having a good night. However before he could start shredding through her art there was loud crash. She jumped, everyone within the vicinity quickly turning to find the source of the disturbance. Valerie was still trying to process what was going on when she saw Avery running after another man. Well, at least she no longer had to worry about him. Her shoulders relaxed back a bit, her slender fingers ran through her long locks as she tried to relax. Very interesting indeed. She said with a soft nod, it made her wonder if it was merely an accident. Though if it was then the man had no reason to run..then again it was Avery that they were dealing with. Quickly brushing the recent events off her mind she turned her attention to Martin Carr. She extended her right hand out to him for a handshake. Good evening Mr. Carr, my name is Valerie Williams. Valerie did have a little bit about Artists Vision and the kind of articles one could find in said paper, however she had not recently any articles out of Artists Vision. How could she accept such an offer? Her ex-boyfriend had always told her that she was too hard on herself as well as too humble. Maybe he was actually right about something. Considering he really has anything nice to say, I would agree. She gave a soft nervous chuckle.
Thread: Chasing Perfection (Alvis & OhReally)

Stop that man! Stop him! Avery shouted, chasing after the young man for all he was worth. As an artist, he hadn't exactly devoted a lot of time to his endurance, and he knew he was going to lose his steam soon. As they came near a corner, Joe moved the sign off the floor that warned it was slippery. The young man went a little wide, misssing the spot, but Avery saw a chance to close the gap, and charged on. His feet went out from under him, and he fell in a heap. He slid on the floor, and Joe then made a show of looking as though he was just finishing up, and placing the sign in the needed place. Avery glared daggers at Joe, but barely managed to stand. He'd jarred something in his leg, and he watched with hate as the young man made it out of the building. A security officer came over to help Avery outside to get a ride to a hospital to look at his leg. It had been another brilliantly planned move, if Joe did say so himself. Avery out of the way, Valerie being courted by a art review magazine...her night was turly one of the best he could make it. He smled as he moved on to start sweeping Avery's damaged art up. Oh I know who you are Miss Williams. It's my job to know that kind of thing. We've been eyeing your work for a little while, but I think what you've shown tonight will be an excellent addition. And it's no less than exactly what he said. So I assume that by that you're willing to be featured in our publication? Martin said to her with a smile.
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Disable your add ons until you find the one that's causing the issue, or reset your browser. I think it's add ons that cause the issue though. I know this has happened before I don't remember exactly what they did before. As far as I remember it was the add ons though.
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I figured it out - thanks! it was an add-on called safe safer or something like that? Save Safer? Weird... but I figure it out thanks!!! 3
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Figured it was an add on - lol. I had this weird add on that kept giving me advertisements from random words. lol. Still can't figure out where it came from.
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Oh thank goodness! It actually works now. I was getting fed up with having to type everything on a phone.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

Death is like the wind always by my side. It had been the first time he took step on a land that wasnt Ionia, and the man looked around. The air felt dirty to him, industrial, foreign. He immediately wanted to turn back, to return to his homeland and continue his quest there, but he knew the answers he looked for were no longer in that land. And if he returned, it was only a matter of time until he would be found and killed. After all, he was still wanted for the Elders murder, and the real assassin was still out there. He had yet to uncover who it was, but a lead was found. The League had been a reliable contact, and had offered him a sort of Amnesty while he was there. It would be useful to stay there for a time, to gather more leads to the assassin and to rest up, maybe even gather some connections so he wouldnt be left with his back to a wall. But his enemies resided in those walls as well, and although a blade into his back was unlikely to happen while in the care of the League, he couldnt be so sure of that after he walked out of the doors. Movement would have to be swift. It was good that that was what he was known for. But first, he had to make it to the League headquarters. And night would soon fall on the land. Travelling in the dark, no matter where in Runeterra, was always a bad idea. With a few questions he was easily led to the Piltover Inn. It wasnt something he was used to, the Piltoverian dcor nor the open generosity of the populous. Maybe he had been running for too long, to be unused to such kindness. Either way, another kindness shocked him A room was already booked for him, on the top floor of the Inn. Apparently even though he hadnt had a single match in the Fields of Justice, he was still a Champion as they said, or at least one in hire of the League. The room was reserved specifically for him, the Summoner who did it unlisted. It didnt matter in the end, and he headed upstairs, having his dinner sent up soon after. He didnt think showcasing himself in the Inn would turn out well, especially being so close to Ionia. As he walked the hallway to his room, he noted the stares and glares from the other people. Apparently his story and arrival travelled fast, and some of the people didnt seem too happy to see him there. Either way, they didnt vocally protest, nor did they hassle him, so he stayed quiet until he arrived in his room. He found a hard spot on the floor, sitting with legs crossed to go into meditation, interrupted only by his food coming in, and a strange sensation that came closer to sunset. It was as though all the weight came off his shoulders. It was enough to break his reverie, eyes opening as he heard a melody, strangely soothing. He couldnt help the narrowing of his eyes at the interruption, but he managed to push past it.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

An hour's time passed since the start of Sona's rehearsal, a tiring but necessary procedure that went with being a musician. Feeling hungry, she stepped out of the room and to the hallway, sending a message with a nearby inn staffman for a request that food be brought to her quarters as soon as possible. All was calm as she examined a painting on the wall to her left , holding up a hand to touch the exquisite brush strokes, when her ears suddenly picked up on a sound behind her. The sensation was much like savoring a morself of food each one had a distinctly different flavor, though in her case it was a different tonality for each of them. She memorized most champions sound print from the League, and she smiled as she recognized who it was, turning to see the beautiful, smiling face of Lux. Oh! the petite blonde squealed, I wanted to sneak up on you, but almost no one can these days. Anyway, I heard you were having a concert tonight. Good luck! My brother and I came from the Institute of War to see you. Sona nodded in return, her smile growing bigger. Her hands played a tune that the other ecognized as thanks. Oh, well, there's no need for that, sweetums. Besides, I'll tell you another reason why I'm here. Lux's eyebrows bounced up and down as she leaned in closer to whisper. That new guy, Yasuo, he's here. In that room. She pointed to the room across from Sona's. You do know who he is, right? Sona shook her head, her hands playing a tune that indicated confusion. They say he killed someone...his own elder, when he still lived at Ionia. Of course, the League offered him some sort of protection in return for his services but, you know. He's kind of famous now. Anyway, I'll see you later, hun, I've gotta run! Lux set off down the stairs, a faint glow illuminating the area around her, leaving Sona to ponder on what she had said. A minute or two later, a staffman brought up her requested meal, and she retreated into her room to eat. It wasn't until another hour passed that she decided to make her usual rounds, offering free tickets to champions and summoners alike. She left the room across from hers alone, internally debating on whether to approach the newcomer. The girl herself was born in Ionia, but upon deciding that the particular part of her life was behind her, she took a deep breath and knocked on the closed door, playing the same soothing tune from before, her hands nervously plucking away at the strings.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

While Sona had the luxury of freely moving the hallways, that was something Yasuo could not risk, not until he was safe in the League Headquarters. Too many people wanted him dead. So he kept in quiet contemplation in his room, occasionally breaking from his reverie to take a bite of a rice ball before letting himself fall into deep thought. Many things still plagued his mind, mostly being the identity of the Elders killer, but many other pieces were missing. They used a wind technique, so who else in Runeterra knew of wind techniques that could kill? Why did his brother come after him, knowing it would be his death? And what was that sound coming from the rest of the inn? Was it another assassin for him, trying to either draw him out or make him go insane with sound waves? He was so lost in thought that he jumped when there was a knock at the door, the melody being played once more. Yasuo stood, a hand resting on the hilt of his blade, as he slowly walked towards the door. He checked the edges of the door for some sharp poisoned edge that could come out, and when he was satisfied there wasnt he opened the door. He saw the woman before him, and his eyes scanned her quickly, then the rest of the hallway before turning towards the woman. She was beautiful, sure, floating off the ground with her instrument, and it was a fight to control his emotional state. Could she be trying to lull him into a sense of safety? Hello He said after a moment, the hand moving away from his blade. Can I help you?
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

A look of horror passed the young woman's face as she saw the man's hand at the hilt of his sword, but the feeling quickly passed as she sensed that she was in no real danger. He was...careful, it seemed. A moment of silence passed between the two of them as Sona pressed a palm against the strings of her Etwahl, letting the lingering sound dissipate into the air. She picked up a hand and waved, coupling the action with a friendly smile. Quietly, she retrieved a slip of paper from the folds of her robes, proffering it to him, not forcefully but with sure excitement. The small rectangle of a recital ticket introduced her as Sona Buvelle, the Maven of the Strings, and although she had not met this man before, she felt obligated to give him an invitation. She was to know him soon enough within the League, and she felt that a proper introduction should be in order. Playing the floating instrument, her fingers flawlessly plucked away again, creating a beautiful, fast-paced melody. Then, sending forth her thoughts, she told him, Hello...my name is Sona. I, too, am a champion from the League, and I was wondering if you would like to attend my recital tonight. It's just in the next building over, and many other champions and summoners will be there. Perhaps it would be a perfect time to get to know some of those you will possibly be working with. Well, myself included. Her voice came out a smooth soprano, sounding within Yasuo's mind only, a tone that seemed to exude sincerity and friendliness.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

The first part of confusion came to him as the woman waved and smiled instead of saying anything. Oh lords, please dont say she is one of those kawaii-desu types. He had enough of those ignorant foreigners when he did guard duty in Ionia, he didnt know what he would do to those he found outside of his element here in Piltover. She silenced her instrument and went into her robes, offering him a slip of paper. He took his cautiously, looking it over. Sona Buvelle. Ah, he had heard of her talents with music, but he hadnt seen it himself. He was usually too busy with training when she was in Ionia for concerts, solo or with Pentakill. He also remembered she was mute, which explained how she was acting, and he immediately felt sheepish for presuming so much about the woman. That was, until she entered his mind to speak. He listened for a long moment, thinking her words over. It seemed the paper was a ticket after all. Normally, Sona, I would deny such a request. He said, folding the ticket in two and sliding it into his obi. However, I havent been able to make a single concert of yours, even though I have had meaning to. I must say that it is an honor to meet you in person. He bowed low, his head angled up to look at her. They call me Yasuo. Im sure my story has come across to the League already. Some company would be good as well. He managed a soft smile that didnt seem forced. My time is yours after the concert if you wish. However, I must head inland to the League at dawn.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

A sparkle danced in Sona's eyes as she watched his acceptance, excitement turning over in her mind. Fantastic, her mind voiced to the man, Yasuo...yes, my friend just told me about you, actually. You may have heard her in the hallways. She's a spritely little thing, blonde, with a giggle for a laugh . She looked away sheepishly for a moment, realizing that she admitted to conversing about him. Anyway, I do...I do know of your history, but only the general idea. Maybe you could enlighten me on the way to the recital hall? Sona glided back a bit, allowing a space for Yasuo to exit, motioning for him to walk with her. As she stood back, she got a glimpse of him in his entirety a strong, muscular build in all bodily aspects, a strong jaw covered in a day's worth of stubble or so...he was a handsome man, and Sona couldn't fathom why anyone would dream to hunt him. He looked peaceful and sharp of mind, not like a killer. I was born in Ionia , she started off, thinking fondly of her childhood memories. Then I was adopted by a Demacian woman, and that's where I reside now. Of course, I always find time to travel in other places. The Noxians would've minded me visiting their city-state, but most of them also enjoy my music . She walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the staircase. I do appreciate your offer, and I look forward to getting to know you. In any case, if you want to make it to the Institute of War, there are only two ways to get there by travel, and by summoning. Being summoned by a summoner is always the faster way, so I'd suggest you talk to a few of them at the concert tonight. The crowds love a champion with a story . Sona smiled again, this time turning to make her way down the steps.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

He wasnt completely surprised that his arrival caused at last some conversation among the other champions. After all, a good deal of them would have been from Ionia, and they would have professed his guilt long before he could profess his innocence of what he was charged. Yet with her description about who she spoke with, it didnt sound like any champion from Ionia he knew. But the figure was familiar, maybe he passed her in the hallway earlier? If so, she was as cold to him as any other. The invitation to walk with her surprised him, but she moved back for him to exit the room with her, and he couldnt help but be worried by how easily she trusted him. But, any friend would be useful in these times. He nodded his head, turning into his room to grab his travelling cloak, throwing it on before stepping out, making sure his room couldnt be tampered with. He let her lead the way, mostly because her instrument was bulky enough to take up the hallway, but he didnt fall behind, preferring to stay close to her aura. He listened to her story, nodding slowly to himself. He didnt know she was from Ionia. My story is quite simple, really. During the Noxian invasion, I was tasked with defending one of the Elders. I was brash enough to think my blade could end the war, and instead went to fight. When I came back, the Elder was dead. They believe it was by my hand, because there is none other in Ionia who uses a Wind technique. He shook his head slowly. It was my fault the elder died, but it was not by my hand. And I will find who the killer was. That I swear. He was quiet for a moment as she spoke about the Institute, and he shook his head at her offer. Thank you for the tip, but I believe I will take to it by foot. After all, this is my first time outside of Ionia, and I think I want to see the land on the way to the Institute. He took a step back to let her down the steps easier, before following her down. Yasuo had time to admire her a little more. She was a pretty thing, and he could see something building between the two of them in normal circumstances, even if her clothes were a little lewd.
Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

Yasuo was silent as they left the inn, letting the mutual silence go between the two of them as they walked into the night. The sunset was a beautiful ray of light across the sky, although different than what he remembered seeing in his time in Ionia. It could have been simply the change of location, or something that was in the air given the heavy technological use in this city, but it was filled with hope for him for the first time in many moods. He managed a bright smile for the first time in a long time. He walked beside Sona but a step behind for her to lead the way, as much as a bodyguard would do for his charge. There were a lot of people in line for the Recital Hall, and he would have thought he would be waiting for a long time if he wasnt with the Maven herself. The ability to not wait in a sea of eyes and hands was a marvelous thing, to be sure. She led him to a spot that seemed to be the prime seats for the presentation, and he held back the urge to whistle his approval of the situation. He heard her words, mulling them over as she spoke to him. It was not those two, I know this for face. He said, half to her half to himself. It is possible I will find the answers I seek while I am at the League, but I honestly doubt it. It is more a safe haven, to make sure I live long enough to find these answers. He turned and bowed to her before she left, before taking a spot in the back, not wanting to be disturbed or to leave his back open to any who could cause ill to him. As the concert started, he couldnt help but frown at the change of clothing Sona had made, even more lewd than her previous outfit, although he could find an attraction in such clothing. After all, it highlighted her own features a little too well, and he found himself growing fond, maybe even attracted, to his companion. But he push those thoughts from his mind just as she started to play. It was truly a magical performance, feeling his emotions pushed this way and that. She was truly talented in her craft, and he could only aspire to bring as much skill and mastery to his own abilities. It was nearly a standing ovation when she finished, and he joined in, clapping surprisingly loud for a man that was almost hiding in the back. He waited for some of the Champions on his level to leave before following, nodding his head to Sona. That was a masterful performance. I am thankful that I could attend such a performance.