Thread: orb of deception《 captain levi x ƒeral 》

To say Ahri was completely clueless as to what the one, now three summoners were fretting about was an understatement. It was amusing for the first few seconds to see Kazu demonstrating what looked like an acrobatic wave of some sort, although she nor her allied champions knew what exactly her summoner was attempting to prove with his flailing gesture. Like so? What sort of trickery was Kazu trying to pull and why did he look so perturbed when nothing happened? She exchanged equally confused glances with Twitch and Soraka, the former lowering his gun-shaped crossbow with a look of mild irritation. Of course, to the champions, a battle was a battle no matter what new rules had been added or modified since the last patch, so the champions' indifference to the matter was a reasonable one. She wasn't even surprised when the ratty beast stalked off on his own with some heinous plot hatching in his own rodent skull. He had never been much of a sociable ally. Ahri frowned, shaking her head with a look mixed with confusion and apology. No, I don't, she answered truthfully, crossing her arms over her chest. Although I thought it a bit odd that Shaco hadn't regenerated. That had been bothering her since it happened but Ahri hadn't thought it was more than a player-focused malfunction that would fix itself as the game progressed. If so, Shaco was probably recuperating at the enemy town just like this one. If not , well, Ahri had a few assumptions as to why that might be. But, just in case Kazu was even thinking of leaving her the way Twitch's summoner had, she clutched a fistful of his robe and puffed her cheeks out with air. You're not going to leave, are you, Kazu? she coaxed him, ears standing upright and tails twitching aggressively in the slight chance that he might decide that something else was more important than her. Stay here, with me. The Gumiho pressed herself against him, sniffling. The provocative charms of a damsel in distress coupled with some perfectly cued tears surely had to be enough to convince her male summoner that spending time with her was more pressing than the problems that bothered the other summoners. Admittedly, beyond the facade of helplessness, Ahri was a bit reluctant to see Kazu off so soon if logging out meant that their paths wouldn't cross again. She locked her arms selfishly around his middle and grappled all ten of her claw-like nails into the firm skin of his back, just tightly enough to assert possession but not to cause harm. Soraka's summoner, a bony kid with black hair messily snipped with school scissors and terrible acne, was the first to remain somewhat levelheaded as he swiped through the various screens of the virtual interface. What he brought up for the others to see was a commonly overlooked News bulletin where miscellaneous notes about champion rotations and maintenance checks had been posted. Look, the boy wheezed, even his mild case of asthma having transferred over. Sixty-eight players dead, the remaining beta test players hospitalized and unresponsive. Live updates were being posted by the hour, the names and pictures of deceased summoners published on the list like this was all a sick prank. In the middle of blurred faces was her, Shaco's female summoner. What the fuck! They can't do this! How are we supposed to get out? Twitch's summoner bellowed angrily, his random spurts of rage soon translating into fright. It was only when the possibility of death sank in that he began frantically searching for his wandering rat friend. I'm assuming the same. We make it to the enemy Nexus as a team or... Soraka's summoner's gaze settled on Ahri for a few seconds before she narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to turn away in mild fear. We do away with the enemy champions, one by one. It doesn't seem like they can regenerate. The male tapped at the full roster of both teams, pointing out the fact Shaco's inventory had stopped filling itself at level two, and he was no longer gaining any experience points. Come on, Soraka, the other summoner called to his champion. We'll figure out some way to fix this. By then, Ahri sort of... understood the gravity of the situation. Even so, she was more concerned for Kazu and gently curled her pinky finger around his. Will you be all right? she asked out of heartfelt worry. I'll try to help in any way I can. But what could she do? She was merely data, a collection of pixels coded into the very program Kazu was trapped in.