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Also: Muse is called "writer", "Kyoki" is the name of the Mun (also this is for not being confused with other "writers")

Also I post a lot of Poro-Art. Either like it or gtfo!
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Asker echoalien Asks:
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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

Faintly the writer nods. She feels ashemed for messing up something yet again… Looking down she just follows Echo’s words and comes a bit closer. For some reason there are no writings on the tail now, but the ink-pattern looks really depressive now…

You’re silly~ … don’t worry about it, it takes some getting used to.

*Echo hugs the writer, her tail flicking gently against hers, and she smirks*

Go ahead and take the book out~ …

The writer slowly approaches the chest and puts a hand on it. Again there is this presence in the back of her head, but instead of freaking out again she keeps thinking of the book she wants. Maybe it was because she was no natural telepathic or because of her interaction with the mimic before, but things go not exactly as planned: The chest opens a little and the book comes flying into the writer’s face, as if the mimic was spitting it at her.

The writer drops to the ground like a lifeless puppet, completly struck down by this weight of literature.

The writer is slightly surprised when he finds Sejuani in his study. He was even more surprised when he found out that she did NOT reek of alcohol. Just why was she here? The writer did not mind her sleeping there, but he was rather curious WHY she did that. Now there were two options: summon a bucket of ice water and drop it on her OR use his magic to dive into the warlord's dreams to find out why she was here. Lost in thought he poked the warlord with his feather.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

kyoki-the-writer:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

She snuffles and sniffles a bit and carries on sleeping.

kyoki-the-writer

She blinked, and looked around. Not good. Clearly either dreaming or messed up with magic. And she didn’t want to be either. 

"I did not expect me to be here either. And I do not want to be here. So you can take your tea and put it where the sun don’t shine. I don’t know who you are, or why I was brought here. But I do not belong. I am leaving. I suggest you show me how."

kyoki-the-writer

The ancient woman was totally unimpressed by the warlord’s words. Instead she grabs a wooden staff that could have also been a cane or a crutch and pokes Sejuani on the head. Strangely the woman doesn’t see the hit coming.

"Now, now, that’s no behavior young lady!", she says while pouring some tea into ink-black cups that have somehow appeared on the table when Sejuani wasn’t paying attention.

"But I understand your confusion… I think you were send here to wait until everything is ready on… the other side. Then you should be able to leave this realm by yourself."

The old hag puts one of the cups in front of Sejuani. “Just a random northern tea… if you want to mix booze into it just ask for it.”

icameinlikeawreckingboar

She heard the word wait, and groaned. That meant time here being boring. She didn’t have time for this. Well. Sort of. But it was a waste of time. And she only wasted time in about 4 ways. No one to fight or sex. Nothing to drink. Sleep it is.

She simply concentrated hard, the nodded off in the chair she sat in.

kyoki-the-writer

Well there was surely no fighting or sex to be found in this realm and if, that would be really disturbing due to the nature of this place.

Since the concept of time did apply to this place in strange ways one couldn’t say if it was a long or a short time until the old hag wakes Sejuani up - with a super painful staff-hit to the head.

"Hrmm finally you are up… do you have any idea how loud you snore? Ah, whatever… Your gate is ready…"

She points at an ink-black door and shoves Sejuani right through it - the next thing the warlord would remember was waking up on the floor of the study, a passed out writer lying on top of her. But the voice in her head was gone, so the spell was a success!

… when you take on a challenge for writing and you are all like “I CAN DO THIS! THIS WILL BE FREAKING AWESOME” and then you start writing and you are more like: “…uh…****… just how…”

The moment the writer hears of Malzahar going to Icathia he burst into his apartment. On his back is a large yet empty bag - it was obvious that he was still after the Void-books. "Sooo... when are we going?"
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

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The prophet had actually just been about to leave his house in Shurima. His tired-looking eyes flick over the writer, shaded by his hood, before he uses one hand to push the writer aside. He glides past the writer and begins to float out into the desert. “We are not going anywhere. I am going-alone.” His voice lacks its usual sarcasm.

*The moment the illusion stops, Echo holds her head. What the hell just happened? An aura radiates from Echo’s body, and seemingly begins to reach towards the veil, and her tail twitches anxiously. She immediately gets up, and struggles to back away from it, but she acts as though she were rooted in place, fighting with herself internally as her mind and body argue against eachother*

what .. oh .. I think … my body wants to try to connect to the void and adapt to it … I haven’t ever come this close to the Void before … NO, STOP IT…. I’ve connected mentally to and worked with a hive of Xenomorphs, served as part of the Zerg, but I have never interacted with the Void in any way before …

Adapting to the void… judging by what it had done to others this might not be a good thing. In the writer’s mind a wierd mix of Kog’Maw and Echo appears. For a moment his thoughts wander to Malzahar who he sees in the distance behind the veil. Now since this was something void related they really might need his help…

The writer thinks for a second and comes to the easiest method possible: he would just drag the Prophet back here! Apparently even in Icathia there were books and language so his ink should be able to pass the veil as something completly natural.

"Tug" "Pull" "Drag"

These three little words merge into an invisible yet remarkable physical force that goes hunting after Malzahar.

The veil suddenly appears to boil and hiss as the writer’s spell passes through. While his magic of trickery hadn’t been able to pass the veil, this spell of retrieving the prophet does, with some backlash. The spell snags onto his ankles first, causing the prophet to suddenly face plant into the dirt.

As the prophet is dragged back, fingers attempting to catch the loose dirt, the veil continues to broil. Tendrils slowly begin to climb up the spell’s magic towards the writer.

The prophet kicks out at the spell as he reaches the veil before using his own magic to try and free himself. From the glare in his eyes as he looks up, annoyance has joined his sadness.

echoalien

*Echo finally manages to stumble back away and falls down, finally free from the spot she appeared to be rooted to. She sits up, and looks towards the veil, her aura making contact with it, and she shivers the moment it does. Starting at the contact point, her aura begins to change color, spreading down the length of her aura towards her, and she visibly becomes nervous despite the spreading going slow, and only just starting*

… Oh no … no no no … I don’t even know whats going to happen to me, WHAT IF IT KILLS ME?!

*She makes frightened noises, her tail shaking violently. Clearly she has no idea what will happen, despite having experience with various other powers*

The writer backs up from the veil a bit while keeping an eye on the panicing Echo. There was a way he could shield her, even from void influence - but using that word was a bad idea for the effects that came along with it…

"Malzahar, aren’t you a void scholar or something? You should know what to do… Sorry about the dropping… the veil messes with my accuracy…"

Asker echoalien Asks:
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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

Hearing this made the writer look up instantly. She really wanted that book… but she didn’t want to get ANYWHERE close to this chest-monster-mimic-thing. Her tail shows it quite obviously as always: "That book… no, but there is this thing… but the book… nah, I’m not getting ANYWHERE close to his… But what about that book… You crazy bro? That shit’s freaking DANGEROUS! It eats people! …This book seems interesting… Nope, I’m out…"

The writer just stares at Echo, highly conflicted.

*She crosses her arms*

You know, you need to relax more. If you’re gonna be around me, you’re gonna see a lot more creatures, some more dangerous than this bastard~

*She opens the chest lightly, the teeth visible again, and she gently traces the edges of its ‘lips’, causing the teeth to sink into it until it looked like a completely normal chest, apart from the tongue hiding inside*

Come on. Its not generally like that unless its hungry or threatened. I just fed it, so it should be fine now. Come over here~

Faintly the writer nods. She feels ashemed for messing up something yet again… Looking down she just follows Echo’s words and comes a bit closer. For some reason there are no writings on the tail now, but the ink-pattern looks really depressive now…

The writer is slightly surprised when he finds Sejuani in his study. He was even more surprised when he found out that she did NOT reek of alcohol. Just why was she here? The writer did not mind her sleeping there, but he was rather curious WHY she did that. Now there were two options: summon a bucket of ice water and drop it on her OR use his magic to dive into the warlord's dreams to find out why she was here. Lost in thought he poked the warlord with his feather.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

kyoki-the-writer:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

kyoki-the-writer:

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

She snuffles and sniffles a bit and carries on sleeping.

kyoki-the-writer

 

The writer nods mentally and tries to get control about said arm. All she needed was to pick up the feather in front of them… but she had no idea how to handle Sejuani’s monstrous strenght so the first thing she did was punching a hole into the floor.

"Holy… you’re strong… sorry…"

Several failing attempts later she finally manages to grasp the feather and starts writing into the air. The ink disperses the moment it is realeased and forms a connection between Sejuani’s head and the writer’s.

"This could knock us both out for some moments… are you ready?"

icameinlikeawreckingboar

"So long as I wake up with all my limbs and aint ugly, thats what matters. Do what you gotta do. I got nothing more to say head ghost. Go. Do the thing."

kyoki-the-writer

In Sejuani’s mind the writer just nods and starts the spell - effectively knocking herself out during the process. Sejuani must have some remarkable mental strenght to stay conscious for the full duration of the spell.

The warlord feels like a ghost was walking right through her. The writer’s mind literarely phases through her own right now. For a moment Sejuani becomes dizzy while strange visions  flood her mind - a mix of her own hallucinations and the writer’s memories.

And then, the world goes ink-black.

When Sejuani wakes up she is sitting on a chair somewhere in a libary - but no libary that was familiar in any way. Also this still feels like a dream somehow…

At the other side of the table sits a woman so old that one might rethink the definition of “old age”. Is she the libary lady here? Or just the hippie grandma from over the street? Somehow she looks like both - while looking disturbingly similiar to the writer.

With ink black eyes she stares at Sejuani, only to move a cup of tea and a plate of cake right in front of the warlord. But not any cake! That kind of grandma-cake that looks super delicious but you know you will put on five pounds by just eating a bite.

"Now… I didn’t expect you coming here… you want some tea?"

She blinked, and looked around. Not good. Clearly either dreaming or messed up with magic. And she didn’t want to be either. 

"I did not expect me to be here either. And I do not want to be here. So you can take your tea and put it where the sun don’t shine. I don’t know who you are, or why I was brought here. But I do not belong. I am leaving. I suggest you show me how."

kyoki-the-writer

The ancient woman was totally unimpressed by the warlord’s words. Instead she grabs a wooden staff that could have also been a cane or a crutch and pokes Sejuani on the head. Strangely the woman doesn’t see the hit coming.

"Now, now, that’s no behavior young lady!", she says while pouring some tea into ink-black cups that have somehow appeared on the table when Sejuani wasn’t paying attention.

"But I understand your confusion… I think you were send here to wait until everything is ready on… the other side. Then you should be able to leave this realm by yourself."

The old hag puts one of the cups in front of Sejuani. “Just a random northern tea… if you want to mix booze into it just ask for it.”

icameinlikeawreckingboar

There are good book and there are bad ones - and then there were the really dangerous ones. Without noticing the writer had picked up a magical book that forced the reader to go outside and speak the following words to the next person in a really romantic voice: "Can I kiss you?"
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

”Are you sure about that…”he whispered looking away.

kyoki-the-writer

The writer was still under the hypnosis of a certain book (a really cliche romance novel) - that was the only logical reason for him to be so “out-of-character”. He gently shoves Varus against the wall, forcing the archer to look into his eyes.

"So that means I can kiss you…?"

ask-arclight-varus

The archer’s eyes widened as the writer pushed him against the wall, he wasn’t sure if he should just push the writer away from him or just like destiny do it’s job.
”Euuuuhhhh…That’s a bit out of sudden..”he replied trying to look away.

With a rather dreamy look in his eyes the writer uses one hand to keep Varus pushed against the wall and takes the other to gently touch his face, forcing Varus to make eye-contact yet again while coming slightly closer.

Apparently this was the last chance for Varus to say “Yes” before the writer would kiss him anyway.

ask-arclight-varus

There are good book and there are bad ones - and then there were the really dangerous ones. Without noticing the writer had picked up a magical book that forced the reader to go outside and speak the following words to the next person in a really romantic voice: "Can I kiss you?"
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

”Are you sure about that…”he whispered looking away.

kyoki-the-writer

The writer was still under the hypnosis of a certain book (a really cliche romance novel) - that was the only logical reason for him to be so “out-of-character”. He gently shoves Varus against the wall, forcing the archer to look into his eyes.

"So that means I can kiss you…?"

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

The sound of the shutting chest seems to wake up the writer. Now that the threat was gone she notices what she has done. Ashamed she looks to the floor while mumbling an apology.

Maybe it was the tail. but for a moment the writer really looks like a sad dog.

*Echo shakes her head, and then pats the chest*

You’re cute, writer … Even if something had happened, i’d have most likely survived it anyways. It would have just been … a little painful.

*After a moment, she looks at the chest, and then back to the writer, smirking*

You ready to get the book?~

Hearing this made the writer look up instantly. She really wanted that book… but she didn’t want to get ANYWHERE close to this chest-monster-mimic-thing. Her tail shows it quite obviously as always: "That book… no, but there is this thing… but the book… nah, I’m not getting ANYWHERE close to his… But what about that book… You crazy bro? That shit’s freaking DANGEROUS! It eats people! …This book seems interesting… Nope, I’m out…"

The writer just stares at Echo, highly conflicted.

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

Without a sound the chainsaw drops to the ground and vanishes in a cloud of ink. One could not really tell if the writer had managed to regain some reason or if she just listened to Echo’s command.

Slightly shaking and confused she stares at Echo and the mimic again.

*Echo returns her attention to the mimic, and relaxes slightly as it begins to sit back down, hiding its limbs again, though its teeth and tongue are still visible. Echo pats the tongue, and after a moment it lets go, hiding the tongue back inside it, and closing most of the way, staying open a couple inches to indicate that its still paying attention, and Echo turns back to the writer, crossing her arms, before her tail shifts into a fridge, and she pulls a raw strip of meat out of it*

You know, if you wouldn’t have gotten rid of that, it would have either attempted to bite you, or it would have possibly taken my arm off or even bit me in half … You need to be more careful.

*She turns back to the mimic, holding the strip of meat out to it, and it opens wide again, the tongue reaching out to wrap around the meat before pulling it back inside, and shutting itself*

The sound of the shutting chest seems to wake up the writer. Now that the threat was gone she notices what she has done. Ashamed she looks to the floor while mumbling an apology.

Maybe it was the tail. but for a moment the writer really looks like a sad dog.

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

Meanwhile the writer was pretty much freaking out about the mimic standing up - and Echo’s words barely helped to make her less confused.

She just stands there, holding up the chainsaw while looking totally helpless. The way she is holding it shows that she has obviously never handled such a tool before.

The writer stutters something while her tail goes crazy again.

Apparently this whole situation was a bit too much for her to handle.

*Echo looks back towards the mimic, and then to the writer again, shaking her head*

Writer, put the chainsaw AWAY. Its acting this way because it feels threatened. This is why I told you not to do anything like that, it complicates the situation …

Without a sound the chainsaw drops to the ground and vanishes in a cloud of ink. One could not really tell if the writer had managed to regain some reason or if she just listened to Echo’s command.

Slightly shaking and confused she stares at Echo and the mimic again.

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

Echo’s relaxed attitude highly confuses the writer who had summoned something out of reflex: the most logical thing to get rid of such a tounge: a massive, ink black chainsaw.

The writer has absolutley no idea what to do now. If she attacked the chest Echo might get angry… or she could watch Echo getting eaten alive (maybe).

Helplessly she stares at Echo as if she was waiting for instructions.

*Echo visibly becomes nervous as the chest begins to stand up, a pair of legs extending out from underneath it, and a pair of arms extending out of the mouth with sharp claws on them. She shakes her head, concern evident in her expression*

What … why are you standing up? No no nonono ….

*She leans back slightly more, trying to keep her distance, though its getting harder to, as the mimic is quite tall naturally, and the angle of its tongue caused by its sudden height brings her closer to it. She chances looking towards the writer in order to determine a reason for its behavior, and she notices the chainsaw, glaring sharply at the writer right after*

WRITER, WHAT DID I SAY?! Mimic’s don’t usually stand up unless they have a reason to, and you’re making this more complicated by bringing a threat to it!

Meanwhile the writer was pretty much freaking out about the mimic standing up - and Echo’s words barely helped to make her less confused.

She just stands there, holding up the chainsaw while looking totally helpless. The way she is holding it shows that she has obviously never handled such a tool before.

The writer stutters something while her tail goes crazy again.

Apparently this whole situation was a bit too much for her to handle.

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

She was about to write something when Echo tells her to not use her powers. As she sees the teeth she tries to keep her composure, but her tail shows her thoughts: possible methods of slicing this thing into bits in case it would attack Echo. For now she doesn’t care if she hits the book inside as long as it would help Echo…

This starts a wierd controversy on her tail if it’s ok to damage a book to help someone.

*Echo hesitates for a moment, before letting go of the lid, and it opens the rest of the way by itself, a tongue lashing out almost immediately. Echo appears to have expected this, because she pulls her arm up to prevent the tongue from trying to wrap around her, and instead, it only ends up wrapping around her arm. It pulls on her, and by the way that Echo is leaning, the tongue must be very powerful, as she is using all of her weight to keep the tongue from pulling her into range of the teeth. Echo seems to be pretty relaxed considering the situation, however, and with her free hand, she begins petting the tongue, though the mimic continues to try to pull on her*

I thought so. It appears to be hungry. I will need to take care of that … If it decides to let go of me.

Echo’s relaxed attitude highly confuses the writer who had summoned something out of reflex: the most logical thing to get rid of such a tounge: a massive, ink black chainsaw.

The writer has absolutley no idea what to do now. If she attacked the chest Echo might get angry… or she could watch Echo getting eaten alive (maybe).

Helplessly she stares at Echo as if she was waiting for instructions.

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echoalien:

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echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

"N-Nowhere?"

It was obious that the writer was about to retreat into Echo’s nest. Escaping outside into the night forest was out of the question. For a moment she has the idea of opening a door to her study, but the distance is quite high and she feels too weak for a highly complex spell like this.

*Echo smirks at the writer, and pats her shoulder*

Fine. You can stay in my nest, if you’re really that scared~ …

*She turns towards the chest, and puts her hands on it, preparing to open it*

The writer backs up a bit but keeps her eyes on the chest. Maybe there was a chance of getting that book without being close to that chest…

She almost takes Echo’s comment as a provocation, but the fear of being eaten alive by a magical chest is a bit stronger than her pride. She bites her lip and keeps watching Echo.

*Echo glances at the writer, her tail flicking seemingly nervously*

Don’t try anything with your feather … You could cause this to become complicated if you do …

*She appears to focus, and after a moment, she lifts the chest open very slightly, only about an inch. Through the crack, white can be seen, and by the shape, and the fact that it can be seen all the way along the crack, there’s only one thing the white could be: Teeth.*

She was about to write something when Echo tells her to not use her powers. As she sees the teeth she tries to keep her composure, but her tail shows her thoughts: possible methods of slicing this thing into bits in case it would attack Echo. For now she doesn’t care if she hits the book inside as long as it would help Echo…

This starts a wierd controversy on her tail if it’s ok to damage a book to help someone.

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kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The writer walks down the hallways looking for a certain shapeshifter.

Last time she had messed up his whole study! And thrown around all these embarassing books! He would pay her back for that!

But how should he find her? He had no idea where Echo resided and he did not even think about asking Nocturne. Suddenly he stops. For a moment he remains like this while his expression changes slightly - as if he was talking to someone. Then he bites on his feather, changing into his female form within the blink of an eye.

Immedeatly she gets to work and crafts a rather complicated spell that took on the form of a ink-black bird. To finish her work she wrote the name "Echo" on the ink-birds back. The moment the spell is complete the tracking spell flies off to find its target.

After quite some time and several curses that came from tripping over roots or other things inside the forrest a rather messed up writer arrives at a rather familiar waterfall. Apparently Echo was behind it - there had to be a cave or something.

The black bird is about to dash into the cave with a loud caw when the writer cancels the spell, causing the bird to disintegrate into words and letters.

The writer hides, hoping that Echo had not noticed the bird.

(…)

"N-Nowhere?"

It was obious that the writer was about to retreat into Echo’s nest. Escaping outside into the night forest was out of the question. For a moment she has the idea of opening a door to her study, but the distance is quite high and she feels too weak for a highly complex spell like this.

*Echo smirks at the writer, and pats her shoulder*

Fine. You can stay in my nest, if you’re really that scared~ …

*She turns towards the chest, and puts her hands on it, preparing to open it*

The writer backs up a bit but keeps her eyes on the chest. Maybe there was a chance of getting that book without being close to that chest…

She almost takes Echo’s comment as a provocation, but the fear of being eaten alive by a magical chest is a bit stronger than her pride. She bites her lip and keeps watching Echo.