#observer!nadri

[Starter for @rein-the-blood-medic / Observer Verse with Noxian!Rein]

She could honestly care less about the Prophet’s cultist disappearing but when one of her special acolytes went missing during an excursion into Noxus, that’s when it became a concern.  The Observer floated near the edge of Noxian territory, staring unwavering into the Void to pin point where her little lamb had wandered off to.  Many invisible rifts cracking open just enough to allow her to see, but not enough to disturb the world below to alert them to her presence.  At some point, the lack of hot spots of Void essence within the city concerned her a slight, but noted it was because they hadn’t been able to really get far inside the towns so she turned her gaze to the outlining areas to find where some of the cultists had made camp that weren’t empty just yet.  They were missing people though as a couple other acolytes sensed her gaze and looked up, knowing full well why she was watching and pointed out into the woods, crying out that something was hunting them one by one.  Each week a new person was gone and this week was one of the Sight Bringers.  

Nadri was furious.  Long violet colored hair flowed all around her body clear down to her thighs as they lined the equally elegant robe she wore, royal purple in color and split down the back to reveal the All Eye open and watching just as she was.  With minimal movement, she opened a rift and fell through it with grace till she now at the camp hovering above Malzahar’s cultists and her little lambs.  She declared that it was unacceptable to be so easily caught off guard by this unknown and dismissed her collection back to Shurima at once.  As for the cultists, she didn’t care what they wanted to do as long as they stayed out of her way.

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Time wore the Preserver down as she felt her body grow heavy from fatigue of staying up for so long. Days...weeks? Time flowed so fast in her mind as she stood on a dune in the middle of the Great Sai Desert. It happened so fast, her eyes closing for just a moment before....nothing...

It was like a snap of a string that was pulled too tight as light hit the eyes of the Observer. It only knew of the sensation but experiencing it sent the voidtouched reeling a bit, wobbling on the sand. Bright light didn't burn but it took a couple moments to adjust to it before it saw the land as it was. Such a strange world their host lives in. They would be a good while before losing control again but it'll enjoy it's freedom as much as possible.

Preserver Nadri

The ritual that was to sacrifice the Preserver was interupted by Kassadin.

Though Nadri doesn’t spend much time with the Void Walker, she does stand by (most) of his reasons for keeping the Void at bay.

She actually has a soft spot for Voidborn that are willing to reason and speak with her, including her companion voidling, Ska’Rix.

Same goes to fellow voidtouched, but Malzahar is a rather hit or miss, depending on how each of them are when interacting.

Personality wise, she’s quiet humble and often is much quieter with new people.  

With those she’s familiar with, she can be more open and quite talkative when prompted.

Though food isn’t required, she does enjoy the occasional sweets.

Hot drinks are her favorate.  The sweeter, the better.

Observer Nadri

There’s something to be said when one can look helpless and still make people’s skin crawl with a single smile.

She tends to float when at a stand still, but does walk around when no one’s looking.

At any given time, Observer will be focused on more than a dozen open rifts, peering through them like keyholes.

If she has to focus on one thing, it would take a good minute before she can see straight because of how long she tends to not see just one area at a time.

She’s quite friendly to cultists, as long as they behave themselves.  A few might have lost a limb or two when getting too close without permission.

Only Malzahar and a few others have that privilege outright.

Promptly pops off the cork top and swallows the entire amount in a single gulp.  

Send ‘GAME OVER’ to get a glimpse of one of the worse possible endings that can happen to my muse in their life.

It can vary to death, tragic occurences, loss of loved ones, becoming evil, betrayal, etc. It can be a short description or a short drabble.

It wasn’t like she didn’t see it coming, but it was always there, deep inside her mind.  Between having the child, see how the little one became half and half and her connection slowly re-establishing itself to the Void, Nadri had to be diligent in keeping the urges at bay.  But it started to slip...

A sigh here and there.

An irritable reaction to something someone said.

It was all building up inside of her and ready to burst out at any moment but when was the problem.  She told her love to watch their little one that night as she quickly disappeared into the night.  The call was strong.  Unbearably loud as she jumped into the rift, now drifting through the empty space of the Void.  It wasn’t warm and inviting, but cold and empty, just like her.  It once again felt like another dream, an illusion just like before.  The Void filled her with essence, with twisted thoughts about how her life was just a lie she told to herself to keep away but now she belonged to the Void.  It really was so much easier to just drift away...and let it consume...