rinidinger:

Rin began to giggle from his carrying remark.

“Right, until 90 percent of the new summoners get a hold of you. It is sad, really, you are very powerful I will admit, but without a decent team or a good summoner behind you… too squishy.” Rin waved her hand at the notion, as if to be irritated at her own matter-of-fact conclusion.

“I fear all of us yordles have that issue…” She tilted her head in thought for a moment, thinking about what she said, then jotted something more down in her book before pocketing it again. With another big smile, she skipped infront of Veigar and turned, walking backwards to face him.

“I just thought of something.. you don’t happen to have any food on you, do you?”

Veigar scowled at the idea of novice summoners. Filthy wretches who were lucky to have been granted the boon of magical abilities at all. “It would do you well to not remind me. To know there is someone in my mind who is hardly fit to control a minion is a harrowing idea indeed. You are correct about the ‘squishy’ thing, however. Us yordles are not a particularly stout race.” He gave a few short claps, snickering to himself. “Congratulations on being right about something for once. I know this must be a new experience for you.”

Of course he had to add that insult in there, after all, he had to balance out that sort-of compliment.

He gave a short sigh, remembering all those wonderful times he’d been beaten to death in a variety of ways. Most would have gone crazy from the repeated deaths, but Veigar had nothing to worry about; he was already crazy.

The scowl reappeared when Rin was suddenly all up in his grill. The yordle waved her away as he moved around her. “No, I don’t. And if I did, I would not give you any. I don’t see the point of your question, and I doubt I want to.”

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rinidinger:

Rin’s ear twitched. Something wasnt right. There was an evil laughter, but it was getting further away? She turned around to realize that no purple-clad caster was following behind her. He was already some distance off in the opposite direction!



“H-Hey! Wait!” She spun and high-tailed it towards him. For how slow yordles usually are, she was rather light-footed and quick. She caught up to him instantly, panting a little.

“Hehe… The Institute is this way, huh? Dang I get lost so easy…” She scratched behind her ear, tilting her head slightly and laughing at herself.

Seeing as he had not changed his angry expression, Rin went silent for a while as they walked. She pulled out a tiny notebook and began looking over her sketch designs and work-in-progress blueprints. Some looked like destruction machines, while others looked like studies of wings and birds. She mumbled to herself while looking towards the clear, blue sky.

“Wish I had my glider. We could have reached the Institute quickly that way, and I could carry you easily.”

Too soon, Veigar heard the other yordle’s exclamation of surprise and the sound of grass crunching beneath her feet. He gave a low groan, disappointed that his journey was solo for so short a time. “Yes, you were quite mistaken,” he said shortly. “I hope you do not plan to try and join the League with such a low level of map awareness. It would go poorly.”

Then the idea of Rin being killed over and over entered his head. The master o evil devolved into a giggle, clutching at his side in pain. “Eheheheh- ooh… Actually, do try to join. I imagine it would be quite entertaining!”

Veigar glanced at Rin’s notebook for only a short amount of time before deciding he wasn’t in the least bit interested. It was just techmaturagy, anyways. “I don’t get carried. I do the carrying,” he said with a short wave of his free hand.

Man, this walk was going to last forever.

(Source: thetinymasterofevil)

clockworkmonkey411:

So, Veigar, have you ever actually been close to anyone? You put on a pretty nasty front, but I want to know if there’s anyone you’ve ever really cared about, Yordle or otherwise. No, I’m not asking because I plan on teasing you about it, I know better than to mock an epic-level caster <.<

“I think you’re confusing me with the other yordles. You see, I don’t need anyone! Whether or not I had ‘friends’ or what-have-you in the past is irrelevant!”

“I am alone, and I prefer it that way!”

rinidinger:

Rin shook her head and smiled. “Good, Institute! No, you don’t owe me.” As the potion sank in and he hopped to his feet, Rin felt a bit more relieved. She jumped back up in excitement and twirled around.

“Glad the potion helped! You look better but.. You know, if you want to go alo—-“

“I can’t very well… get rid of you in this state… So I suppose I can suffer your company.”

Rin’s statement cut short, her eyes glittered with excitement. She enjoyed accompanying people and she hasn’t had a chance in quite some time to follow anyone to the Institue of War.

“ALL RIGHT! Let’s go to the institute of war!” Adjusting her utility belt, she began to waddle off…. in the wrong direction.

Rin’s dancing and smiling and overall bubbliness made Veigar rethink his unwilling decision. Maybe he could kill her and hide the body, and no one would be the wiser…

When she heard his grumbling assent, he was worried she might burst. The smile that appeared on her face was inhuman to a terrifying degree. Or was that inyordle? Either way, Veigar was sure there were many headaches to follow.

“Yes, fine, off to the Institute of War.” He began to walk, grumbling obscenities under his breath when he realized he only heard one set of footsteps.  With a sigh, he turned and saw Rin walking in the opposite direction. He wondered how long she’d walk without realizing the Institute was the other way. And hey, all the time she spent walking was time he spent without anyone bothering him.

With a short laugh, he turned back and continued his trek to the Institute of War.

(Source: thetinymasterofevil)