hyperfixation powers activate

Their fist flew towards his chin, and he raised his arm to block it just in time. A cloud of dandelion fluff exploded in his face. The young Crown Prince of Greenguard flapped his arms wildly to disperse the seeds before they made him sneeze.

His Hero, barely taller than a stump, snickered as they made their escape across the meadow. Drakath yelled at them as he gave chase, and tripped over his own clumsy, little legs. 

How insolent! The Prince put his reputation at significant risk by sneaking out to…check on the strange peasant child wandering the royal courtyard alone. Where was his respect?

Drakath got up, and the peasant was already next to him, brushing tufts of grass off of his clothes. Flustered, he muttered that he didn't need their help before remembering he was supposed to throttle them.

Laughing, his Hero ducked away just in time, and plunged their sword into his shoulder. 

The Dragonlord demanded to know how the exiled Prince was still alive, and he grabbed the blade to keep them from taking another swing. He could feel its edge scraping against his bones.

Drakath didn't know what his answer was. Several of them tore out of his throat, desperate to be heard.

When he looked down, the Crown Prince of Greenguard was holding the Chosen's hand. They were sitting on the edge of the fountain in a bustling town. Battleon? A Battleon? He doesn't remember being a Dragon in this one.

The sun shone and the faceless masses flowed past them like they were rocks in an endless river. 

That morning, Drakath donned a gray cloak and hood to make sure no one would recognize him because…it was because…

For some reason, Drakath zoned out and the Chosen reached out to check if he was okay. When the Prince scowled about being treated like a spoiled child, his Hero grinned and asked him to play his violin for them again.

Smirking, Drakath told them he'll think about it if they begged. 

Underneath the swagger, he was sweating buckets. Drakath was a terrible musician. Even when threatened with death, the Kingdom's greatest tutors could do nothing. 

His fingers were still swollen from practicing that one song over and over for days. His Hero was going to catch on if he played the same piece again. 

Looking back to them, Drakath realized they were the Eternal Dragon of Time. The grey 'waters' of the Deadlines swirled around them as their limbs tangled together. 

The Champion of Chaos managed to grab the Dragon by the head, and shoved it under the waves. They kicked and struggled and scratched and thrashed and fought and stopped moving. 

Time had stopped moving.

In Soluna City, the Captain sat on top of a sterile hospital bed. Monitors surrounded them. Tubes and wires ran in every direction. Drakath's eyes couldn't follow them without crossing, while the Captain's stayed trained on a blank data pad cradled in their lap.

His hands were gripping his Hero's shoulders, and he was gritting his teeth. Drakath put him at significant risk by sneaking into the city like this. The usurpers would put him in an incinerator if they found him, but he needed to…Drakath needed to…

"Come back! Where did you go?" The words spilled out of his throat. "Don't go!"

"Don't go!" The child from the meadow sobbed loudly when the sun was about to go down. 

Drakath realized he wasn't holding them anymore, and started to walk through the dandelions towards his Hero.

The Dragonlord thrust their blade towards his neck, and he walked into it, but no one was there.

Losing his balance, the Prince fell into the fountain, and his reflection fractured into thousands of different destinies. His Hero shouted something that was muffled by the howls of the Deadlines, and hauled him out by the shoulders.

Wiping his eyes dry, Drakath realized that the Captain had finally looked up at him - just as the stars began falling out of the sky.

Their bodies melted, and the universe disappeared into Chaos.

A stolen child of Chaos fell out of the surface of the Deadlines, and gasped for air. 

His Hero splashed him with water, and laughed. 

They laughed at a mere man who was standing with them in a stream that wasn't marked on any map. Irritated by the noise, Dr[]k[]th splashed them back so he could hear it again.

In that impossible moment, they were no one. Just two voices, unburdened by destiny.

[][][][][][][] and his Hero talked, fought, cried, and laughed about useless things that were immediately lost to time. 

Love and hatred weren't words that could properly describe what was happening, what had already happened, and what was going to happen.

"I'll be in every life you live."

The Champion of Chaos washed up on the shores of the Deadlines, alone. It was over, and soon, it would begin again. 

This curse brought him back to his knees, but Drakath heard that noise. That awful, blessed noise. 

Laughter. His Hero was laughing at him.

"My brother and Felix are..." - Illaria

"Hans, they're not just friends." - Tara

"What do you mean? They seem like they're really close." - Hans

"Hey, describe how close they are for us." - Tara

"Well, they hold hands, hug all the time, share a OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" - Hans

"They're in love!"- Hans

"You realized that just now?"- Rand

"Ah! Where did you come from?" - Hans

"You shouted like you were being attacked." - Rand

"I can't be the only one who didn't know..." - Hans

Jadzia/Shakaz/Warlic/Maya/Muusa/Song/Celestia/Warlic/Ariel/Adimonde: You were.

Condition 1:

This won’t be posted in the DNs like how it was with the Birthday event. I’d prefer this to be a laid back, fun small thing from player to player (us). Obviously, none of this is canon to the story. But hey, it could be canon to your story! Do what you want.

Condition 2:

I've shot the NPC you asked about with a true love beam straight to the heart. How they'll react depends on the person they are, but in this ask column, it's true blue! No cheaping out!

Condition 3:

Separate the NPC from the staff member associated with them if there are any. Separate fiction from reality, folks.

We're here to have fun! Not to be annoying (and that's putting it lightly)!

Rule 1:

Reply to the first post with your ask. One NPC ask per person.

Rule 2:

Don't be weird. Have some sense. Asks with inappropriate requests will be ignored and blocked.

Rule 3:

Be nice to each other. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all.

Rule 4:

I'll start replying to asks on Feb 14th. Cut off time is Sunday, February 15th at 11:59 PST.

Note that I am one person doing this on my free time during the long weekend, so I may not be able to get to everyone if this does end up getting a lot of replies.

If you missed the last Ask Corner, here's a link to what we did during AQW's Birthday event:

https://aq.com/gamedesignnotes/AQW-14Oct25-10137

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘨𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴.

"I think I see something, and it's looking back at us. It's familiar and...leading us this way. Over here." - Sally.

𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 -- 𝘜𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭.

𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"Incredible! With an artifact like this, even an amateur could reach my level! Remember what Queen Victoria gave to Skye after the storm settled? That Princess relinquished her titles, too. Do you understand what I'm saying?" - Noxus

"Yes! This is perfect~" - Sally

𝘕𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵.