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I am sorry for spamming your dashes. Here is an Onion Darius because like onions, Darius has many layers.

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When does your muse get their soft italicized ‘oh’?
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the unrelated moment
you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.
Do you know Riven?What do you think about her?Somebody says you can be couple.Riven is in Noxian prison now.
"I am well informed about Riven and her whereabouts.
However, I do not see how my opinion about her is relevant, nor how these rumours came to be."
Howdy.
Considering how inactive I am here, I do not think this comes off as a surprise, but I figured I might as well offer some closure:
Darius, although a fascinating muse and I started writing with great excitement, has lost his appeal. I keep coming online and I just can’t find myself writing as him anymore.
So, all in all, thank you all for the warm reception. I had great fun talking with you, had a blast plotting and writing, and throwing around memes and asks.
Maybe I will return one day as Darius, maybe I will come back with a new muse -- I do not know that yet. But as for now it is time to close this short chapter.
Wish you all the best.

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I thought Darius and Swain would be still in Noxian Ionia
Why?
I love and can not get over how Graves refers to MF as “Missy Fortune”
I like how the newest champion is a mix of Ezio Auditore da Firenze and Peter Parker.
Guess this is something I did not know I needed.
A heart made for steel grows tired in safety grows weary in calm. — naasirheydari.
Mariam Nakhrur, Shuriman–born ex–soldier–turned–exasperated diplomat, advises Steward Ta’Fik of Tereshni who occasionally listens. Loosely Allied with Noxus. IND. / PRIV. / SEL. original character from the League of Legends universe, as scribed by Ada (she/her, mid–20s). HC–reliant, heavy on the worldbuilding. ♡’s and ↺’s are much appreciated! See — About & guidelines, character sheet. Image credit — Planeswalker’s Guide to Theros.
“They could not break me.” GUIDELINES | BIO | MUN
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There was silence in the audience chamber, but not a merely contemplative one. It was heavy, and fell over the Council of Three as a thick fog - making it harder to breathe, even if the former Emperor's throneroom was vast. A light breeze swept through the window, offering relief from the sweltering heat that often befell Prime this time of year; but it was not a welcome chill. Aloof, and foreboding...
" I believe we have neither the time nor the need for introductions. " Swain starts, his palm sitting idly on the logbook of Trifarian records. Notes from their conferences, always written in a cryptic fashion. " We are facing something much larger than ourselves this time. And, as you know, the clock is ticking. The last time, it came from within. The next time, it will surround us. "
Surely the other two had heard the news. As expected, the Faceless remained motionless as a puppet - merely canting their head when Swain drew another unexpected breath.
" Perhaps Noxus has met a worthy adversary, this once." A pause; an impression of a smirk. " Demacia has fallen - and I suspect the east might be next, if we are not. So, here is my proposal. " He tapped the table with the tip of his nail. " Our Elite will be transferred out of the city walls, and into the East. Should we all end up... Possessed, the ones in their right mind will have an easier time fending off the blacksmith than they will Ben Farron. This thing will spread worldwide - and cannot be undone by our hand. But, if we can endure, and move the more unstable troops into the Eastern front, we could hope to wake to fruitful results after the damage is done... Cultivated ground for our next steps. "
Although Jericho Swain offered a sound plan, the general still harboured doubts regarding the execution. Yet: what else could they do? It was not even the survival of the fittest anymore, but march against the time and effort. Their dedication and plans could be all wiped away in a matter of seconds if their civilians would even stumble anywhere near the mist and that, as they all heard and saw in the sample of Demacia’s fall, was assaulting relentlessly everything it could reach.
Darius still did not know how to react to the fall of their greatest opposition. According to their resources, Demacia was a stalwart force against all magic. It was ironic how they worked hard to make an example of the scared mages, but now all of Runeterra was watching on in horror how the Mist’s ruination teared it down from the very foundation.
Travelling to the east could also come with various complications. No doubt the borders or the surrounding areas were already filled with Ionian scouts who have heard the rumours of the fall of Demacia. They could not afford themselves a conflict in these dire times, but something made him doubt that their eastern neighbours would be willing to share anything with their former enemies.
The soldier looked up from the table, his grim eyes focusing on Swain. “I suggest sending out a part of our civilians towards South. That not only to minimize the damage – should a group fall under the influence of this possession – but to have them settle on a more familiar ground.” Darius’ frown deepened at the thought alone, but it would be much easier to gather the scattered troops and people than to bury them all in a mass grave. But even that option carried great danger. He looked around in the room.
Despite all of their careful planning, nothing was guaranteed.
He went on:”Piltover is probably willing to accept the citizens of Noxus in the time of this crisis. The port cities of Shurima are still allied with Noxus, therefore establishing a foothold there could prove profitable.” If accepted, the people would have a better chance of survival under the ascended leader, Azir. Would the Mist even pose a threat to Shurima? Or would another threat, that has been present underground for years and terrorized the nomads, take advantage of this turmoil?
The general drew a deep breath. It was hard to think ahead of an enemy who they did not even see or hear. There were only semblances of whispers in him, but nothing more to that.
It was not necessary to point out that he and his troops would remain in the city until the very end. It was his home, his nation and pride. If he were to die in a battle against the Mist’s onslaught, it would be an honour to perish on the soil he had bled and sacrificed so much for. Another question that remained was Jericho Swain’s own role; last time he had acted like a beacon to the shadows, and the blow was most devastating. If it would happen again, it was probably not wise to keep the Grand General near people but leaving him alone to the relentless devices of his foes was out of the question as well.
With his suggestions laid out, he turned his attention back towards Jericho Swain in anticipation.
"𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!“
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noxus-prevails said: ❝Come get under my cape.❞ He lifts up the heavy, red cloak and offers her a position beneath it.
Cold weather and rain all at once was a test to one's resilience it seemed, especially when the means of transportation had broken down and the road was a mess or mud and puddles. Diana grumbled under her breath as she helped the old man that had been guiding the carriage grab a piece of wood to put under its wheel. She could see the black cloak she wore was soaked with water and dirtied by mud as well, even though she didn't mind, it was a tad frustrating.
They were far from any towns as far as she knew, but luck turned when a small caravan of Noxian military appeared. “Stay in the carriage, I'll speak with them.”, the amazon spoke before walking up to the aforementioned soldiers. Hood pulled down, for a moment, she mentioned the broken wheel, the elderly man, that they were also traveling to the capital.
The soldiers were fixing the wheel whilst Diana waited to the side, she was surprised when that voice sounded near her. Judging by how he had given the orders, the man was their commander--she was not familiar with Noxian ranking and could not tell just by looking at their armours. After two seconds of hesitance, violet gaze meeting his, she stepped closer and stood under the taller man's cape. “Thank you. For this, and helping us as well, of course.”
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He felt much better once inside, but he could not wait for the moment when they’d all be able to sit down around the fire and have their clothes dry. For now, though, they had to settle for other comforts and engines of warmth.
General picked out two small cups and handed one over to the traveller. Though they had some alcohol with them, Darius decided that it would not be something he’d indulge in with a stranger. He could play a generous host, but tea would suffice for now. And so he filled little vials and handed one over to the lady just as she spoke.
Darius glanced in the woman’s direction and acknowledged her name with a curt nod. The absence of a title did not strike him as anything new and thus he did not subject the traveler to interrogation.
“Understandable.”
He did not compare her and the old merchant’s strength and willingness to travel in these weathers with his men. Those people were trained to withstand harsh environment and the merciless beatings of the cold and nasty weather; were it not for their duty, they’d probably stumble from exhaustion as well instead of holding their head high in honour.
“And what is it that you seek in Noxus Prime?”
He leaned back a little on his seat, took a sip of his tea and listened: he could hear his men fixing the carriage and quiet mumbling. No doubt their rogues would return soon and they’d start moving again. Eventually, his green eyes found the pale woman’s figure in the shrouded environment of the carriage, one eyebrow slightly arched in anticipation of her response.

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