Originally Posted by Dear Urgot

((If you've seen the new Urgot thread, you know this already. If not, this Urgot account is under new ownership))

*The Headsman's Pride approaches, his metallic legs scuttling against the floorboards until he is in front of Evelynn*

Widowmaker...what do you think of my *he wheezes* source of eternal torment, the Might of *he glares* Demacia.

Originally Posted by Evelicious

((I think I get the majority preference. I'll be less sexual, but not completely chaste. Obviously no promiscuity wouldn't make any sense; Evelynn is wearing a freakin' leather sling.))



((I want to respond in a written letter format, if you don't mind. Keeps things neat and orderly.))

Re: Urgot

What do I think of Garen? I think he's a fine, upstanding gentleman with his nation's best interests at heart.

I also think he's an insufferable goody-goody who drinks milk and can't smell the **** past the bridge of his nose.

But then again, I think that of everyone who pledges themselves to a structured military life.

Evelynn

Originally Posted by Ask the Defender

Breakfast of champions?

Originally Posted by Dear Urgot

*The first part of this reply rises something close to an amused snort from the respirator of the resurrected warrior, then he glares slightly and dips his acid hunter in the ink well and writes back*

Does this negative...opinion... apply to me as well, blue one?

*he writes with an extra emphasis on the me*

Originally Posted by Ask the Defender

Breakfast of champions?

Originally Posted by JosephBrampton

A letter arrives at Evelynn's residence.

"Greetings, Widowmaker. I was curious how exactly your ability "Agony's Embrace" worked. It seems like a more powerful version of your "Hate Spike" ability."

Sincerely, Joseph Brampton

Originally Posted by Evelicious

Re: Urgot

Oh, of course not, Urgot! You're my favorite Noxian... zombie... robot... thing.

Evelynn

Originally Posted by Dear Urgot

And you are my favorite blue, evil, skanky, manipulative, Shadow Isles woman.

*the words on the paper practically bled sarcasm, but it was probably a blotch of ink that Urgot spilled on it when his Acid Hunter knocked over the ink well onto his letter*

Originally Posted by Evelicious

((So apparently a few people are a bit peeved at me for being so sexual with Evelynn. Which is fine; I probably was being a bit too sexual. Let's start over, then. I'm not going to do a complete turnaround with Evelynn, but a fresh start feels like it's in order. So let's say all of her interactions and friendships are still present, but she was less sexual in obtaining them.

Also, this column is going to be primarily that: A column. I will RP in other threads, but I want to keep this one as on-track as possible. Thank you for your understanding.))

Evelynn reclined in an elegant red velvet sofa, wearing a cummerbund and a smoking jacket. In one hand was a book -- 50 Shades of Gray. In the other, a gem-encrusted goblet which she periodically drank from.

The camera panned in slowly, stopping just close enough that the glint of her fangs caught the light from the nearby hearth. "Ah, greetings. Welcome to my home. My name is Evelynn, and like so many other champions of the League of Legends, I will be answering questions as asked by you, thereader."

Evelynn took another drink from her goblet, then turned her attention toward a scream just off-screen. She frowned and a tendril of shadow whipped from her wrist. A wet squelching noise and gurgling punctuated a sound not unlike a sword piercing a watermelon.

"Don't mind him. He's a little torn up right now." Evelynn laughed uproariously at her own joke, slapping her knee for emphasis. "Anyway, ask your questions, and thank whatever god you pray to that I'm not present for the reply. Ta-ta!"