Jun 13, 2025
black sheep of the convocation.
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black sheep of the convocation.
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"Of course it's important. Would I really request your assistance if it wasn't?" Azem was, of course, banking on the fact that the venerable, honorable Emet-selch would not ask for clarification on the 'importance'. They would not have the same definitions.
"Your expertise is sorely needed. I'm great at a lot, I know, but not everything. And travel to the city doesn't take long at all! We'll be back by tonight, probably."
❝ stand back, i don’t want to hurt you. ❞-From Hades to Azem( if you’d like to)
SEND SOME MEMES TO AZEM || Accepting
"That's news to me!" Lux gasped, hands coming up to hold his face in mock amazement. "What are you going to do? Are you going to blow something up? Are you summoning the Grani again? How far should I step back? Should I start running n--"
Hythlodaeus had grabbed him by the back of his cloak and was cheerily pulling him out of the unspecified danger range. Azem was still shouting questions the entire time, although he didn't put up any resistance.
"Maybe this world's an infinite dream?" ( hermes for lux )
Huh! Hermes always came up with the most thoughtful things.
Azem shrugged at first, flopping into his back on the grass as they stared up at the sky over Elpis.
"If it is, I'd love to know what made me sleep so hard," he said after a moment. "Must have been a really long day."
the single image I found that is a perfect rendition of Mei & Hiko's Azem
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❝ you’re not alone in this. ❞ (You can take this from G'raha's ancient, Deudalaphon, if you want. 👀)
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"Nope! I'm alone! Definitely alone!" Lux insisted, nodding rapidly as if that would make the statement more true. Deudalaphon was a good person, and one he could trust, but still didn't want to risk exposing his little helpers that may have contributed to the giant mess.
Even if it was painfully obvious, as Deudalaphon had pointed out, that those small handprints on the wall could not have been made by Azem alone.
Familiars, he thought suddenly. I'll blame them on some familiars!
Either way, he was fairly certain he'd not be allowed to give tours to visiting schoolchildren ever again. That, or it'd be officially added to his list of duties.
"Unless that's you volunteering to incriminate yourself alongside me, Deudala?"
Lux had a knack for mimicking voices and doing impressions. It was just an odd talent of his that he originally perfected to -- surprise -- tease and/or infuriate Hades. He had a rather deep voice, so more feminine voices weren't as easy to mimic, but mannerisms? He was great at that! It was all in good fun, and mostly done to make his friends laugh. Yes, even Hades', who couldn't deny his silly behavior was funny forever.
This is reflected in A'kihiko's ability to hide is Lominsan accent after a bit of practice. When he was first recruited to the Scions and before Meiko joined him there, he spent time getting to know the others. He didn't know what Urianger was talking about half the time, but sometimes he would sit and listen to him talk and then try to mimic his way of speaking.
Actually super happy with this little dollmaker version of Mei & Hiko's Azem, Lux. Very much captures him being a scrappy little problem. His cloak blew away, probably.
Venat please come get your son--