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" Who would want to marry that ditz... ? Ha ! "

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send βοΈ for our muses to have a rivalry
βHmph. Noxian daredevils with a flare...seen hundreds of youβ
" Oh , you haven't seen anything like me ~ "
"And yet I am still entirely unimpressed "
" Your tastes aren't quite refined enough, not yet~ don't worry. You'll get use to it. "
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βHmph. Noxian daredevils with a flare...seen hundreds of youβ
" Oh , you haven't seen anything like me ~ "
|| π΄πππππππ π°πππ
Samira sings and plays rhythm guitar for the hit metal/rock band known as Infinity Edge, having met them after one of her own shows , the members include Talon, Kayn, Aphelios, and Sett.
When Samira sings for them, this is the result. Enjoy.

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β Bloom, Darling~ β
πΉ || " Are you getting enough sun, Leblanc? You look alittle... pale~ "
Β°β’β SPACE GROOVE βΒ°β’
|| After mulling it over and sulking for the past hour I've decided to add this to Samira's verses in the only way I can see it being relevant. As a partition to Odyssey AU.
REGARDLESS of how riot wants to squeeze this one into an AU format, Space Groove! is the name of a once hit popular Universal TV show that broadcasts on the Empire frequencies for all to watch. Samira was once the sexy-danger archetype antagonist , though this was her in her much younger days as a performer, and not a mercenary. (This will explain her lack of proper muscle/body shape.)
Samira later leaves the show after a few seasons and becomes a steel valkyrie, who goes rogue and now works with the Demaxian Hit Sqadron with the traitorous templar Aphelios and their fearless captain, Sett.
|| all the skins look fine
EXCEPT SAMIRA'S
i can't be the only one who thinks her face doesn't look right, her skin tone is 3 times lighter and her muscle is non existent like??? unacceptable , next.
Space Groove Blitzcrank, Samira, Nunu, Lux, Nasus, Rumble, Lulu & Lulu Prestige EditionΒ Splash Art!
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
πΉ|| Drawing her tattooed arm across her lip, once to check for blood then patted twice for a certain degree of show, she stepped forward and drew her gun at her assailant, some drunk fool who dared lay a hand on her, pulling the gun up but finding her arm stopped by another's hand... her hand.
" Let me go so I can make a bloody mess of this inferior little-- "

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Β someΒ oneΒ wordΒ prompts .Β Β (Β Β sendΒ Β oneΒ Β ofΒ Β theΒ Β wordsΒ Β forΒ Β ourΒ Β musesΒ Β toΒ Β interactΒ Β basedΒ Β offΒ Β thatΒ Β wordΒ Β )
goodbye :Β myΒ museΒ kissingΒ and/orΒ huggingΒ yourΒ museΒ goodbye.
secrets :Β Β myΒ museΒ sharing/confidingΒ theirΒ deepest,Β darkestΒ secretΒ withΒ yourΒ muse.
nightmare :Β Β myΒ museΒ comingΒ toΒ yourΒ musesΒ aidΒ whenΒ theyΒ awakeΒ fromΒ aΒ nightmare.
push :Β Β myΒ museΒ pushingΒ yourΒ museΒ outΒ ofΒ theΒ wayΒ ofΒ danger.
embrace :Β Β myΒ museΒ abruptlyΒ throwingΒ theirΒ armsΒ aroundΒ yourΒ muse,Β huggingΒ themΒ tightly.
bloody :Β Β myΒ museΒ comingΒ toΒ yourΒ museΒ withΒ bloodΒ stainsΒ onΒ theirΒ clothesΒ andΒ hands,Β shaking.
drunk :Β Β myΒ museΒ takesΒ careΒ ofΒ yourΒ museΒ whileΒ theyΒ areΒ inΒ aΒ drunkenΒ state.
bed :Β Β myΒ museΒ wakesΒ upΒ inΒ theΒ sameΒ bedΒ asΒ yourΒ museΒ withΒ littleΒ recollectionΒ ofΒ theΒ nightΒ before.
slap :Β Β myΒ museΒ slapsΒ yourΒ museΒ acrossΒ theΒ faceΒ outΒ ofΒ anger.
gone :Β Β myΒ museΒ staysΒ byΒ yourΒ musesΒ sideΒ whileΒ theyΒ takeΒ theirΒ lastΒ breath.
scream :Β Β myΒ museΒ hearsΒ yourΒ museΒ screamΒ andΒ quicklyΒ runsΒ toΒ theirΒ side.
sleep :Β Β myΒ museΒ fallsΒ asleepΒ onΒ yourΒ muse,Β makingΒ itΒ hardΒ forΒ myΒ museΒ toΒ leave.
stalk :Β Β myΒ museΒ getsΒ caughtΒ byΒ yourΒ museΒ trailingΒ behindΒ them,Β watchingΒ them.
sacrifice :Β Β myΒ museΒ jumpsΒ inΒ frontΒ ofΒ yourΒ muse,Β sacrificingΒ theirΒ lifeΒ forΒ yourΒ musesΒ life.
trail :Β Β myΒ museΒ watchesΒ asΒ yourΒ museΒ tracesΒ oneΒ ofΒ myΒ musesΒ scares,Β askingΒ themΒ aboutΒ it.
love :Β Β myΒ museΒ confrontsΒ yourΒ museΒ aboutΒ whyΒ theyΒ neverΒ sayΒ β iΒ loveΒ you βΒ back.
piggyback :Β Β myΒ museΒ jumpsΒ onΒ yourΒ musesΒ back,Β myΒ museΒ givesΒ yoursΒ aΒ piggybackΒ ride.
jump :Β Β myΒ museΒ runsΒ toΒ yourΒ museΒ andΒ jumpsΒ up,Β myΒ museΒ holdingΒ yoursΒ upΒ byΒ theirΒ thighs.
dance :Β Β myΒ museΒ holdsΒ theirΒ handΒ out,Β waitingΒ forΒ yourΒ museΒ toΒ comeΒ outΒ andΒ slowΒ danceΒ withΒ them.
carry :Β Β myΒ museΒ carriesΒ yourΒ museΒ toΒ theirΒ house,Β eitherΒ drunk,Β orΒ aΒ weakenedΒ state,Β canΒ specify.Β
lighter :Β Β myΒ museΒ pullsΒ outΒ aΒ lighterΒ andΒ lightsΒ itΒ forΒ yourΒ museΒ toΒ useΒ toΒ lightΒ theirΒ cigarette.
shot :Β Β myΒ museΒ getsΒ shotΒ andΒ strugglesΒ toΒ yourΒ musesΒ houseΒ forΒ aid.
wound :Β Β myΒ museΒ patchesΒ andΒ bandagesΒ aΒ woundΒ yourΒ museΒ hasΒ gotten.
fight :Β Β myΒ museΒ stopsΒ yourΒ museΒ fromΒ gettingΒ intoΒ aΒ physicalΒ fightΒ withΒ someoneΒ else.
arrest :Β Β yourΒ museΒ findsΒ myΒ museΒ arrestedΒ inΒ cuffsΒ withΒ swarmingΒ policeΒ everywhere.
hospital :Β Β myΒ museΒ awakensΒ inΒ aΒ hospital,Β findingΒ yourΒ museΒ byΒ theirΒ side,Β askingΒ whatΒ happened.
gun :Β myΒ museΒ pullsΒ outΒ aΒ gunΒ onΒ yourΒ muse,Β yourΒ museΒ triesΒ toΒ talkΒ themΒ intoΒ puttingΒ theΒ gunΒ down.Β
betrayal :Β myΒ museΒ findsΒ outΒ thatΒ yourΒ museΒ hasΒ betrayedΒ themΒ inΒ sameΒ wayΒ andΒ confrontsΒ themΒ aboutΒ it.
nude :Β myΒ museΒ walksΒ inΒ onΒ yourΒ museΒ accidentallyΒ seeingΒ themΒ naked.
karaokeΒ :Β myΒ museΒ pullsΒ yourΒ museΒ upΒ onΒ stageΒ withΒ themΒ toΒ singΒ someΒ karaokeΒ songs.Β
laughter :Β Β myΒ museΒ hearsΒ yourΒ museΒ laughingΒ uncontrollablyΒ andΒ approachesΒ toΒ seeΒ ifΒ theyΒ areΒ okay.
murder :Β Β myΒ museΒ walksΒ inΒ onΒ yourΒ museΒ committingΒ aΒ gruesomeΒ murder.
wet :Β Β myΒ museΒ stripsΒ downΒ toΒ theirΒ underΒ garmentsΒ andΒ runsΒ intoΒ theΒ water,Β motioningΒ forΒ yourΒ museΒ toΒ joinΒ them.
βiβm not the person i once was.β
β Oh little Red! Howβ¦ sad, β checking her gloved fingers for dust, she brushed the leather of onto her hip, before knuckles laid to rest at her peak. An unamused emerald stare caught her own, one side of her lip raised to such her tongue.
β Tchβ youβll never be that person again, be thankful for my words, because they donβt often come for free, β leaning to her other leg accented the shape of her hips alittle more, β strive to be betterβ¦ like me. Iβm better, β he ego seeped through as it always often did, near darkest brown lips peaked the corners of her mouth.
She took a breath, anger making her pulse quicken. Could they not have one normal conversation? βAlright, fine, you win, I get worked up. Happy?β She finished the last of her drink and the pleasant warmth of slight inebriation began to spread over her.Β
Reaching for the bottle, she found it sadly close to empty. βDamn. Split it?β Sheβd hoped the gesture would cool things. She didnβt really want to be stuck in this endless cycle with Samira. In reality, deep down, Kat recognized she was an asset to the Empire. And she was better to work with than most of the partners she could be assigned. βWe should get out of here soon as well, a report will be expected of us.βΒ
Thr dreaded words finally airborne like the disease Samira so honestly avoided, her single eye rolling at the word report and folding her arms under her chest, β buzzkillβ report ? When is it due by? I have an appointment to see my favorite pair of weaponsmiths. You should come, get the old daggers cleaned, β with the tilt of her head and the sway of alcohol fueling her needy obsession to drag her along for her own entertainment was obvious.
β pleaseβ¦? β oh no, the classic Samira pout, lower lip ever so slight further than upper, accented emerald eye upwards as she tilted her head down and to the side.
βAbsolutely noβ¦β She cut herself off. What good would it really do to argue. When Samira was hellbent on something, dissuading her was rough work.Β
Kat knew she would be held responsible for the report and getting her companion to comply. With a less than steady hand she split the last of the liquor between.Β βHow about a deal?βΒ
It was expected that she would make at least a small effort to do this properly. But Samiraβs mercurial nature was known and High Command would understand if she were the only one they heard from.Β βIβll tag along, and then we will report as expected.βΒ
" Yes! " Samira cheered as if she had won the entire debate-- small steps to getting out of the dreared report she wanted nothing to do with... it was clear she had her ways, her palm returned to her face as she clears her throat from the outburst of excitement. She reaches forward to hold the assassin's hand, " deal, " she shakes on it, but keeps a pair of fingers crossed mentally.
"You seem fixated on my swords. Want to see how they really look? Trust me, the steel looks a lot better than the scabbards."
β π°h β β
Her lips formed an unamused frown with arms crossed under her chest, tattoos displayed neatly along her abdomen as her head tilted, stanced in that typically bored gesture.
β Ionian blades are soβ¦ boring. They are thin, and fragile, somewhat like itβs people so I guess it works. β
βI know, I know.β Showing her that he was being careful, he took both hands with the blade to the sharpening wheel situated at the edge of the room. There he showed off his skill for the craft. The blade moved over the whetstone wheel, sparks flying over his skin. It only took a few minutes before Kengou turned back to Samira.Β βSee, sheβs just as good as you gave me. Just sharpened like new.β
Samira took hold of Vanquish, the handle as she relaods the trigger system within the base of the blade, inspecting first the allignment, then the edge... so quickly she would spin the weapon around however, quick to stop a swing mere inches from his throat--
" Hm... it would seem so, no drag, no missing pieces... " she would admit to being impressed, but little impresses her nowadays, let alone did she have the ego to compliment another outloud.
SAMIRA.
β Yes wellβ letβs say the sum of the currency being paid to ensure you stay alive well over weighs my personal opinion about this contract, β she tapped her fingers across the table, gloved, clearly bored based on the tapping patternβ¦
β Like me or not, which you clearly donβt, Iβm here to protect you, soβ β she stood alittle, pointing to the womanβs chest, β β deal with it. β
Now leaning back with her back resting on the seat, sheβd lightly cross her arms under her chest as she heard the other speak, not too trusting of her words quite yet β she did not believe for a moment her moral code was that extensive.
β Oh believe me I already am. Though frankly you wonβt need to do much. As you already said, my life is quite pathetic. βΒ she shot her a brief glare,Β β So if this is it, I shall get going. β
" Sure, just remember I have an eye on you, what your business is is now my business too, " she leaned back as a matched glare could be met from across the table, both women clearly did not like one another... of all the people she needed to protect.
" And try to carry a weapon for a change! Unarmed doesn't suit you! " she waved the barkeeper over to finally order her drink, letting A'ni leave.
βiβm not the person i once was.β
β Oh little Red! Howβ¦ sad, β checking her gloved fingers for dust, she brushed the leather of onto her hip, before knuckles laid to rest at her peak. An unamused emerald stare caught her own, one side of her lip raised to such her tongue.
β Tchβ youβll never be that person again, be thankful for my words, because they donβt often come for free, β leaning to her other leg accented the shape of her hips alittle more, β strive to be betterβ¦ like me. Iβm better, β he ego seeped through as it always often did, near darkest brown lips peaked the corners of her mouth.
She took a breath, anger making her pulse quicken. Could they not have one normal conversation? βAlright, fine, you win, I get worked up. Happy?β She finished the last of her drink and the pleasant warmth of slight inebriation began to spread over her.Β
Reaching for the bottle, she found it sadly close to empty. βDamn. Split it?β Sheβd hoped the gesture would cool things. She didnβt really want to be stuck in this endless cycle with Samira. In reality, deep down, Kat recognized she was an asset to the Empire. And she was better to work with than most of the partners she could be assigned. βWe should get out of here soon as well, a report will be expected of us.βΒ
Thr dreaded words finally airborne like the disease Samira so honestly avoided, her single eye rolling at the word report and folding her arms under her chest, " buzzkill-- report ? When is it due by? I have an appointment to see my favorite pair of weaponsmiths. You should come, get the old daggers cleaned, " with the tilt of her head and the sway of alcohol fueling her needy obsession to drag her along for her own entertainment was obvious.
" please...? " oh no, the classic Samira pout, lower lip ever so slight further than upper, accented emerald eye upwards as she tilted her head down and to the side.

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"You seem fixated on my swords. Want to see how they really look? Trust me, the steel looks a lot better than the scabbards."
β π°h β β
Her lips formed an unamused frown with arms crossed under her chest, tattoos displayed neatly along her abdomen as her head tilted, stanced in that typically bored gesture.
β Ionian blades are soβ¦ boring. They are thin, and fragile, somewhat like itβs people so I guess it works. β
βEh,β Kengou rolled his shoulders in a short shrug.Β βNot exactly a home. More of a place that I *found useful* when travelling. Itβs not much but Iβve made due. Plus it had some smithing gear in it so that works for me.β He led her along the dusty road, all the while, keeping a hand on his sword hilts, not a sign of aggression towards her, but rather just to be prepared should something happen.
β I cannot tell if thatβs brave or stupid, perhaps both , mm? Whatever I donβt care where you live, simply that you donβt ruin my weapon, β she stated clearly once more, nothing needed to happen if he didnβt do anything he wasnβt supposed to.
βHaving a place I can pick up and leave from is good in my line of work. Makes things easier in the long run. Youβd be surprised how much merc work actually leads me out here.β Kengou rolled his shoulder as they neared the ramshackle town.Β βTold you it wasnβt far.β He said, gesturing to a small house. There wasnβt much to it aside from having a completed roof.
|| Albeit cozy, Samira found no such sympathy nor empathy for the man, not that she never had similar situations in life and loss, but simply because she left that simpler lifestyle behind her.
β Yes, yes, and you also told me you wouldnβt ruin my Vanquish, so letβs keep that success ball rolling, β she gestured little shoulder rise and falls, a sarcastic jig of sorts.
Her cheeky response went unanswered as Kengou moved about the small abode, settling his swords down near the door of the forge area and lighting up the furnace. Though that only served to light the room and what served to be Kengouβs main area to work, a pedal worked grinding stone.Β βAlright, letβs see your Vanquish.β With an extended hand, Kengou waited for the weapon to be handed over, eyes locking with its owner.Β βJust going to sharpen her.β
" Mhm-- " she so relunctantly handed over the blade, the trigger mechanism unloaded to ensure he didn't accidently activate it and kill himself, then she laid an arm across the handle of Thorn, eye forwards with a deadpanned expression, " remember, I have two other weapons in case you ruin this one. " It was a threat, plain and simple, should he get nervous it would mean bad news for him.
@blade-of-noxus you inspire me that this is canon thanks