Jayce suddenly burst out in a loud shout:
WHAT'S YOUR BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS?!
Jayce looks around nervously...
Did I do it right?
Well, I would normally enjoy a small plate of salad, or perhaps some small pieces of fruit... I also like to visit Gentleman Chogath for morning tea, he is quite the company!
Maven of Strings,
I have had the fortune to hear your wonderful music and witness you on the Fields of Justice many times, though we are unable to speak very much do to the battles we are involved in. Although you are mute, the sounds your instrument emanates speak volumes for you....
So your Etwahl has recently undergone....modifications? At any rate, I am curious to know if your instrument is some form of hextech, or a mystical relic from days of old?
- Viktor, the Machine Herald
Sona then looks at her Etwhal, tilting her head in curiosity at Viktor's second question
Well, it is definately not as advanced as yourself. It is still made of wood and string. I would say relic is a better choice of word for my Etwhal, though some of its power still comes from myself...
The manly hunk of manly man meat known as Gragas walks into view, almost completely intoxicated, and yells at Jayce, "NO! YOU'RE DOIN' IT WRONG!"
The hunk of pure manliness asks Sona the same thing, but in a less gayer, less prinCESS charming, more chick-magnet tone of pure manliness:
"What's yer breakfast o' champions?"
Then he goes on in a more manlier tone, with a bit of bro-tone. "So Olaf's in yer band now, aye? Guess what? Gragas'll be makin' y'all brews and y'all get to 'ave any brews from me fer free!
The manly hunk of meat starts to eat his steak, which was done to be 'breathing', and is walking on his casual Lego footwear, and his manly steak was still eating its salad, and then he walks away in a manly manner.
Visit again, Gragas *giggle*
Rammus looked at her quizzically, especially given how her finger was right in front of his temporarly squinting eyes. As his eyes went back to normal. The sound generated by the etwahl when he touched some notes was quite funny; if anything, he was now holding his right hand, preventing it from touching the same notes. For how long? It looks like the right hand is winning against the left hand. If anything, if anyone had a peak at Rammus' mind, it could very well read: Must. Touch. Notes.
This time, if he was successful, he would touch the notes, going from the lowest to the highest pitched note. That is also known as a crescendo.
Rammus! Sona stood up, or perhaps floated up, where Rammus had to look up to see her. Sona put her hands to her hips, looking mad
Bad boy! I said not to touch! No hugs for you until you think about what you done!
Lee Sin shakes his head, smiling somewhat "I have lost my eyes in payment for the acts I committed. Whereas the Starchild or other healers could more than likely restore my eyes, I would rather live without them, in constant remembrance."
I see. That is a very impressive choice, disciplining yourself to this kind of level... Sona leaned forward, and gently kissed where the monk's eyes are
I do wish you the best of luck... Though you could not see, you can still hear, and music is blessings to anyone...
The Treant was a little perturbed by the sounds that the Maven was making, but otherwise said nothing about it.
"They're not -my- children, although I suppose I am liable. And the excuse that it was not I, but Brolaf who gave them the Graggy is not viable here either."
He did pause, however, to take note of the woman's reactions. Humans.
I understand you do not have anything to do with it, Maokai, though I do hope you would try not to allow them to run around wild after Gragas's experiments... Sona eyed Maokai, looking at him with suspicion And perhaps if you ever try Gragas's drinks, you should root youself as well. I am merely making a suggestion, please do not feel offended
And with that, Sona turned around, and started cleaning her Etwhal with a cloth from the closet