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@Leolycan Fabulous post, this is exciting. Is Graves running away from the fight?
Clarified that Raze and Moritz were outside of the cafe, and that Moritz was aiming to enter.
”One frappuccino, one Vanilla Mocha with two shots of espresso, no whipped cream. Not paying for everyone else.” Moritz opened his mouth to protest as Raze paid for his drink, but he decided against it as Raze began to guide him out of the cafe. Moritz stumbled over his own feet at the change of momentum, a consequence of his lack of sleep, but he managed to regain his footing and keep up, the Voidling trailing behind. ”You gotta keep it together. I know this is tough and is unlike anything you’ve dealt with, but you can’t let your fears scare everyone else around you either.” Moritz dropped his eyes to the ground at that, feeling ashamed at losing control so quickly. As Raze nodded at Liam Moritz offered a small smile, and when he saw Sam the corners of his mouth turned downwards. I really should have said something when she spoke to me last night. He made a note to apologize at some point before reaching the door, maneuvering around the grizzled man in the doorway.
Moritz sat down at the round, metal table directly across from Raze. He tied the Voidling to the leg of his chair before leaning forward. ”Yeah, I hear the voices. I wouldn’t be surprised is every one of us heard voices.” That came as a shock to Moritz. Would Sam hear them too? What about Liam? The notion was hard to stomach. ”The truth is, I don’t deal with the voices. Hecarim is always here, always sneering and ridiculing me. Sometimes, I look into the mirror and I see his skull staring back at me...”
”I hate to say it, but I don’t think you’ll be any different. Our champions are likely going to be a part of our lives forever now...the trick isn’t avoiding them, though. The trick is mastering them. Who’s in control, you? Or Malzahar?” Raze leaned forward, his voice fierce. ”You need a goal; a purpose. We have these powers for a reason. What are you going to use your’s for?” Moritz sat quiet for a moment before he spoke in his trembling tenor. "The thing is I don't think it is Malzahar speaking to me." His eyes shifted to the right as he gazed at the street lamp as he wracked his brain for the right words. "I feel like when I got Malzahar's powers, I also got the dark voice that corrupted him." Lore had always been a huge part of League of Legends for him. He remembered staying up late as the download slowly ticked on just reading the champion lore. By morning he had narrowed it down to two, Ezreal and Malzahar. Something about Malzahar's background appealed to Moritz, the idea of a prophet bound for greatness slowly losing himself to a voice at the edge of his consciousness until he broke, travelled into the Shurima desert and stumbled across the ruins of Icathia. There Malzahar had become tainted with Void essence and became the Prophet of the Void. It was pretty badass when he read it, but the prospect that the same thing could be happening to him scared Moritz stiff.
Moritz's eyes returned to Raze. "You think that I can succeed where Malzahar failed by focusing on a goal?" He clicked his tongue in thought before exhaling. "I guess that what I aim to do with my powers is rather lame, but I would like to take the fight to whoever aims to cause harm with theirs." Moritz's tired eyes glinted at the thought. "Even if it is just distraction, or stopping them while others escape, I feel that is what-"
He was interrupted by a sound similar to an explosion roaring through the cafe, followed by the same familiar heat as before seeming to radiate from the cafe. Moritz stood up quickly, before looking back at Raze. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to fade as his eyes filled with determination and fear. In a swift motion Moritz unclipped his Voidling and ran to enter the cafe, hoping Raze would follow him as he wrenched open the door.
@TheWinchester4 @Leolycan @Kiroue
Moritz sat down at the round, metal table directly across from Raze. He tied the Voidling to the leg of his chair before leaning forward. ”Yeah, I hear the voices. I wouldn’t be surprised is every one of us heard voices.” That came as a shock to Moritz. Would Sam hear them too? What about Liam? The notion was hard to stomach. ”The truth is, I don’t deal with the voices. Hecarim is always here, always sneering and ridiculing me. Sometimes, I look into the mirror and I see his skull staring back at me...”
”I hate to say it, but I don’t think you’ll be any different. Our champions are likely going to be a part of our lives forever now...the trick isn’t avoiding them, though. The trick is mastering them. Who’s in control, you? Or Malzahar?” Raze leaned forward, his voice fierce. ”You need a goal; a purpose. We have these powers for a reason. What are you going to use your’s for?” Moritz sat quiet for a moment before he spoke in his trembling tenor. "The thing is I don't think it is Malzahar speaking to me." His eyes shifted to the right as he gazed at the street lamp as he wracked his brain for the right words. "I feel like when I got Malzahar's powers, I also got the dark voice that corrupted him." Lore had always been a huge part of League of Legends for him. He remembered staying up late as the download slowly ticked on just reading the champion lore. By morning he had narrowed it down to two, Ezreal and Malzahar. Something about Malzahar's background appealed to Moritz, the idea of a prophet bound for greatness slowly losing himself to a voice at the edge of his consciousness until he broke, travelled into the Shurima desert and stumbled across the ruins of Icathia. There Malzahar had become tainted with Void essence and became the Prophet of the Void. It was pretty badass when he read it, but the prospect that the same thing could be happening to him scared Moritz stiff.
Moritz's eyes returned to Raze. "You think that I can succeed where Malzahar failed by focusing on a goal?" He clicked his tongue in thought before exhaling. "I guess that what I aim to do with my powers is rather lame, but I would like to take the fight to whoever aims to cause harm with theirs." Moritz's tired eyes glinted at the thought. "Even if it is just distraction, or stopping them while others escape, I feel that is what-"
He was interrupted by a sound similar to an explosion roaring through the cafe, followed by the same familiar heat as before seeming to radiate from the cafe. Moritz stood up quickly, before looking back at Raze. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to fade as his eyes filled with determination and fear. In a swift motion Moritz unclipped his Voidling and ran to enter the cafe, hoping Raze would follow him as he wrenched open the door.
@TheWinchester4 @Leolycan @Kiroue
@TheWinchester4 Right, will make some slight adjustments.
@VKAllen Nah, it's my fault. I thought he was sitting, so I stated that Moritz sat next to him.
Edit: Done!
@VKAllen Nah, it's my fault. I thought he was sitting, so I stated that Moritz sat next to him.
Edit: Done!
@TheWinchester4 @Cubix Sorry, forgot to tag.
The door to the cafe opened and Moritz stepped into the building. He looked as if he had not gotten a lick of sleep the previous night, his eyes bearing dark circles and his black hair scraggly and poking up in all directions. Moritz obviously didn't care how he was dressed, wearing purple and black pajama bottoms with an Arctic Monkeys shirt covering his torso. Behind him trailed a small purple voidling with a collar around his neck, the leash held loosely in Moritz' right hand.
Moritz lifted his head, blowing the hair out of his face. His eyes locked on Raze standing in line with a cafe employee standing behind the counter in front of him. Staggering over to the man bearing Hecarim's powers Moritz cut his way through the line, meeting the protests of a few people in line with half-hearted apologies. Once Moritz got through to Raze he gripped his arm with fierce determination.
"How do you deal with it?" Moritz's voice was desperate, his eyes frenzied. "It's been one night and I am about ready to break. I know you hear it too. How do you deal with the voices?"
His eyes would hold Raze's for a second before shifting over to the man behind the counter again. Straightening his back slightly Moritz would stutter "... F-frappuccino, please. And I'll pay for whatever he's having." He gestured at Raze before glancing over his shoulder. Moritz saw the people behind him in line, some of which were shooting glares at him. "And, uh, theirs too." he flashed a sheepish smile withdrawing his wallet front his pajama pocket.
Moritz lifted his head, blowing the hair out of his face. His eyes locked on Raze standing in line with a cafe employee standing behind the counter in front of him. Staggering over to the man bearing Hecarim's powers Moritz cut his way through the line, meeting the protests of a few people in line with half-hearted apologies. Once Moritz got through to Raze he gripped his arm with fierce determination.
"How do you deal with it?" Moritz's voice was desperate, his eyes frenzied. "It's been one night and I am about ready to break. I know you hear it too. How do you deal with the voices?"
His eyes would hold Raze's for a second before shifting over to the man behind the counter again. Straightening his back slightly Moritz would stutter "... F-frappuccino, please. And I'll pay for whatever he's having." He gestured at Raze before glancing over his shoulder. Moritz saw the people behind him in line, some of which were shooting glares at him. "And, uh, theirs too." he flashed a sheepish smile withdrawing his wallet front his pajama pocket.
@Leolycan A time skip seems like a good idea. I personally would be okay with it, but I suppose it depends on everyone else.
The second Moritz exited the room he released the breath that he had been holding, relaxing slightly as the new Voidling scurried after him, needle-appendages clicking on the ground. Moritz didn't mean to be rude by leaving so suddenly, even though he realized that was how he came across. He couldn't help it. The only objective that filled Moritz' being was that he needed to leave. All at once the room and all of the people within it was suffocating, and the only thing he craved was his own apartment. While he felt bad shutting down the Shyvana-girl, the last thing he wanted was to be asked about what lay within, whatever the Void turned out to bring into this world.
Skipping the elevator Moritz went for the stairs instead. Unlike several of the people in the town, Moritz' parents were exceedingly wealthy and were not afraid to share that money with their only child. So the instant that Moritz Valiero finished high school and declined that he wanted his own place his parents were more than willing to provide him with a safe, and comfortable, place to live through his college years and beyond. Moritz, in fact, lived in this very building, just a few floors below the room where Liam lived. Upon reaching the door, Moritz dug into his pocket and withdrew his key, bringing the keycard up to the scanner until the click was heard and he was able to push into the residence.
The apartment had the same general room structure as Liam's building, but with it's own personal touch to it. On the far side of the wall was a large window that displayed a luxurious view of the city which was still energetic and busy under the afternoon sun. A wide, rectangular living room spanned to the right and was adorned with a long, black leather couch facing out the window. In front of the couch was a coffee table where his Alienware laptop sat next to a mouse with five extra buttons on the side specially bound to specific League of Legends actions which were, in order, Flash, Ignite, attack-move, ping, and laugh. Past the living room was an exquisite kitchen with marble countertops that glinted subtly purple against the black, with a large fridge and microwave over an equally large stove. And past that was his bedroom, which was still torn to shreds from the unexpected Voidling rampage that morning. Moritz smiled slightly as he remembered how chaotic the ensuing chase had been, with his lips slowly turning into a somber frown at the memory of the sacrifice of that same Voidling.
Looking back, Moritz saw the new Voidling as it made itself comfortable on his Hermes-brand designer jacket that lay on the couch. He opened his mouth to protest, but then sighed with resignation as he moved to sit next to it at his laptop. Moritz opened it slowly and then froze at the log-in screen with the custom designed picture of Malzahar filling the wallpaper. He froze for a moment, fingers tapping on the coffee table absently. Snapping out of his reverie by his phone vibrating in his pocket, Moritz took out his phone and saw the name Matt. After a second he set down his phone, shut the laptop silently and lifted up a remote to pressed a button, the curtains at the windows shutting with a low hum.
Moritz would lay and sleep until the next morning, his dreams filled with unimaginable terrors inspired by the vision he had seen through the portal.
Skipping the elevator Moritz went for the stairs instead. Unlike several of the people in the town, Moritz' parents were exceedingly wealthy and were not afraid to share that money with their only child. So the instant that Moritz Valiero finished high school and declined that he wanted his own place his parents were more than willing to provide him with a safe, and comfortable, place to live through his college years and beyond. Moritz, in fact, lived in this very building, just a few floors below the room where Liam lived. Upon reaching the door, Moritz dug into his pocket and withdrew his key, bringing the keycard up to the scanner until the click was heard and he was able to push into the residence.
The apartment had the same general room structure as Liam's building, but with it's own personal touch to it. On the far side of the wall was a large window that displayed a luxurious view of the city which was still energetic and busy under the afternoon sun. A wide, rectangular living room spanned to the right and was adorned with a long, black leather couch facing out the window. In front of the couch was a coffee table where his Alienware laptop sat next to a mouse with five extra buttons on the side specially bound to specific League of Legends actions which were, in order, Flash, Ignite, attack-move, ping, and laugh. Past the living room was an exquisite kitchen with marble countertops that glinted subtly purple against the black, with a large fridge and microwave over an equally large stove. And past that was his bedroom, which was still torn to shreds from the unexpected Voidling rampage that morning. Moritz smiled slightly as he remembered how chaotic the ensuing chase had been, with his lips slowly turning into a somber frown at the memory of the sacrifice of that same Voidling.
Looking back, Moritz saw the new Voidling as it made itself comfortable on his Hermes-brand designer jacket that lay on the couch. He opened his mouth to protest, but then sighed with resignation as he moved to sit next to it at his laptop. Moritz opened it slowly and then froze at the log-in screen with the custom designed picture of Malzahar filling the wallpaper. He froze for a moment, fingers tapping on the coffee table absently. Snapping out of his reverie by his phone vibrating in his pocket, Moritz took out his phone and saw the name Matt. After a second he set down his phone, shut the laptop silently and lifted up a remote to pressed a button, the curtains at the windows shutting with a low hum.
Moritz would lay and sleep until the next morning, his dreams filled with unimaginable terrors inspired by the vision he had seen through the portal.
At first Moritz didn't respond to the actions of Liam and Sam. He just sat there, trying to clear his mind of the atrocity that he had seen. Moritz still trembled slightly, but seemed to get a little better as each moment passed until he finally spoke. "... I'm fine. Thanks." His voice carried even less strength than it did when he had the floor a few moments prior, only audible to Sam and Liam, as well as anyone who had keen hearing. At hearing Artemis' exiting remark, a bit of light returns to Moritz's eyes in the form of a glare, but his lips remain shut. After taking a deep breath while Claire speaks he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and writes his name and number on it and handing it to Liam.
"Just in case anyone needs it... I'm heading out. I need to go lie down. Tell me if anything happens." The man's resigned voice came across as final as he made a weak nod towards the room and then exiting into the elevator.
"Just in case anyone needs it... I'm heading out. I need to go lie down. Tell me if anything happens." The man's resigned voice came across as final as he made a weak nod towards the room and then exiting into the elevator.
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