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[ask-singed-themadchemist]

I wonder what crossed your mind old friend...Were you a simple subject? Or were you a victim? You pleaded, but the beast was inside you and would have consumed you anyway... No matter. Only results matters.

You are splendid.

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

"hello there other singed"

“Oh my... I dont really know what to say about you. On one hand, I left the field for so long that you could be just a pile of dust, forgotten by the time.On the other, you look fresher than I ever been...Well, another timeline, another paradox. How does it look like on your world ?”

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1 6 9 18 and 20 for the writing prompt (dragonmaster-swain)

1. As a writer, who is your biggest inspiration ?

Good question as it changes from time to time. I’m always impressed by writers who really dedicate themselves to create a coherent universe. On Tumblr for example, it was generalswain  and generaldarius . They stopped but they managed to make me think I could go much deeper in the worldbuilding, even without that much information.

For more “traditional” writer, I look for Alain Damasio. He created new worlds, based on the wind, based on communication, based on literal words. He is a wizard, playing with beautiful sentences while giving a strong message about life. I would like to managed to write something like this… Need to practice more.

6. How do you find inspiration to write when you can seem to find your muse ?

One of the reason I am not the most active writer, it’s that if I don’t feel like it, I will let time pass. Doing others things like walking, playing or whatever. Brains need to relax sometimes.

If it’s more urgent, I tend to listen music adapted to my muse. It’s enough usually, as long as I put my mind into it.

9. How has writing improved your life and do you see yourself sticking with it ?

To make things easy, it changed me from a shy boy, not really happy, to someone optimistic who just love to move. It’s been a while since this change. I created a model for me and, by playing it, I decided to change also myself. I also managed to met some of my closest friends like this also. It help.

I will definitely stick with it. Maybe not with the idea to become a full time writer, but I love this hobby so I won’t quit yet.

18. What made you want to join the roleplaying community ?

Examples basically. People who wrote before me. Made me think, why not me ? That was the case some years ago when I just started this and the same for this fandom.

(and for the people in question, it’s a-sneaky-red-head who looked for a Singed and ask-singed which gave me the persona that I loved by his arts ^^)

20. Who are your top three favourite fictional characters and why ?

I like bastards. Magnificent bastards. So my top three will be focused on them.

I guess Locke Lamora from “The Gentleman bastards” is actually the number one.  A thief with, at least some, heart. Snarky, intelligent, arrogant, determined, friendly, addicted to mischief. His story is a roller-coaster where you won’t stop for a minute.

One quote about him : “If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing.”

I highly recommend you this book from Scott Lynch

The second one is a crew. “La horde du contrevent” 23 men and women, raised to travel a world governed by the wind. Each of them is a real person, a concept put in flesh. Tenacity, Diplomacy, Savagery, Sarcasm. This bunch has everything you want.

It’s from Alain Damasio, only in French and I don’t think it’s something anybody could translate. But if you can read this language, just go for this book. You never read anything like this

Third one will be my muse from another universe. Hazama from Blazblue. A true bastard and the worse troll you can picture. However, with the move of Michael Jackson and a sweet and poisonous tongue. Faux affably evil are always something interesting to watch, as long as it’s well done.

For comparison, just think at a good incarnation of the Joker. It’s the same kind.

(In fourth, you could find Kvothe from “The Name Of The Wind”. Another great book from Patrick Rothfuss. just wanted to recommend this one too :p)

kuronan-estimare

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

"Glorious evolution ?"

There wasn't much place for doubt. Apparently the Herald was in the middle of one of his speech. Singed looked around, curious about where Viktor was trying to recruit some new followers... It didn't seem to really work. As usual.

"I see..."

There was different approach to this problem. He didn't have anything against Viktor. This man was robbed, destroyed and decided to rebuild himself anew. It wasn't that different from the chemist story, except that while the Herald was in the street, he was a successful man. He could try to stop him.

"Different method. I won't intervene."

He looked at the mob around them, playing with something in his hand.

"After all, he try to save all of them. Look..."

In his palm, there was a small sphere

"If I break this, everyone die, except him, thanks to his mechanical enhancements, and I, for obvious reason... Maybe I should do that in fact... Would be quite a demonstration."

He looked back at the girl.

"Don't you think so ?"

"So, if I follow you, you called, or you complained about Zaunites. And when one of their representative come. The most famous one I should say, you stay speechless."

The chemist crossed his arms, seemingly annoyed at the women.

"Who are you ? What do you want with us ? Don’t waste my time, I have a business to run."

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

"So, if I follow you, you called, or you complained about Zaunites. And when one of their representative come. The most famous one I should say, you stay speechless."

The chemist crossed his arms, seemingly annoyed at the women.

"Who are you ? What do you want with us ? Don't waste my time, I have a business to run."

"…Zaunites."

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

Singed took an imaginary hat off.

"With pleasure. But for what reason ?"

"…Zaunites."

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

Ask the mun about their writing!

As a writer, who is your biggest inspiration?

Besides writing, what other creative outlets do you have?

Does anyone in real life know about your RPing hobby and what, if anything, have they said about it?

Have you always liked to write and at what age did you start?

Have you considered writing professionally or do you have plans to?

How do you find inspiration to write when you can seem to find your muse?

How do you handle the toxicity sometimes found in the roleplaying community, particularly in fandoms?

How has roleplaying, specifically, impacted your life?

How has writing improved your life and do you see yourself sticking with it?

How many muses do you have and which do you relate to most? Why?

How much time a day would you say is devoted to your writing?

Is there a quote from a piece of literature that holds great value to you? What is it and why is it important to you?

What advice can you give to someone who has just begun RPing on tumblr?

What are your fears when it comes to writing online?

What do you typically look for in a roleplay partner?

What inspired you to start writing?

What is your favorite genre to write?

What made you want to join the roleplaying community?

What one piece of literature has been most inspirational/life changing for you? Why?

Who are your top three favorite fictional characters and why?

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

//Basically.

The chemist raised an eyebrow toward Renzus.

"My my...You really want to cooperate it seems."

This proposition was extremely interesting. Even if Singed had a fruitful business, more funds were always a nice thing, as the opportunity to get precious materials. But it was the opportunity to create new underground laboratories and test subject which was like music in his ears. With the fall of the Institute of War, a flood of clients came to him from every city state. This hooded men succeed to top all the other offers.

"I wonder exactly what are you ? In fact, it doesn't really matter. You made a good offer and I could use some help to extend my business. Especially around Piltover. There are opportunities over here, but the Sheriff doesn't really seems to think that. You doesn't mind I hope."

It wasn't a question. A leader who would offer field testing... A small light flashed behind the mad man eyes. It was Ionia all over again. It was Christmas. However, he keep his expression neutral. Singed was also a businessman after all.

"Field-testing is a nice addition. However, you will need some of my men for this. The interest is to gather scientific data after all and that is not your job."

The Zaunite pointed the leader.

"In exchange, what do you desire ? Drugs ? Weapons ? Gas ? Elixirs ? R&D ? Bio-enhancements ? The last one is still in research but we have some spectacular products to show."

"Hmm. Don't know, don't care. How's that?"

"Unconvincing. You got to where you are precisely because you know what you’re doing, and you became so good at what you do because you care about every littlest detail. You’ll have to do better than that to convince me, ser Singed."

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[ask-singed-themadchemist]

The champion silently nods for each new informations. A barrier, a library, a scholarly city.... He didn't have much information from the Zaunite consul before leaving his town. A disapproving sound came from his burned throat.

"You could think that with the fall of the institute, I would have more time for my research...Well no matter. I could find something interesting... The atmosphere is suitable to..."

A strange atmosphere fell on the two men while Singed was talking to himself, without any consideration for Night. After some sentences, almost random, he turned his head toward the Piltovian.

"You're interesting but quite narrow minded. Weapons are not the only thing I produce. It just happen to be the flashiest of the different domain, and the easiest to get funds for. However..."

He made a sweeping motion in direction of the ruins, embracing the whole place.

"This place could gave us a lot. Old research in your library, old and new technology. Maybe some new components, just look at what Azir bring to this world.... Magic is not my forte, but wherever I watch, I see hidden potential..."

Singed made a small movement, adjusting his usual shield.

"And if the worst happen, it is always nice to try new weapons on the field. Remember that a barrier could prevent people to go in, but also threat to go out. Potential..."

This whole place was nothing more than an experiment field. With less order that he would like but you can't have everything. He looked back again at Night, an eyebrow raised.

"Of course you know me, but who are you ? You are the one in charge or what ? It is not usual for someone to answer my questions without insulting me."

(Open RP) Delving into the Dark

Night thought that he recognized the voice from somewhere, but it wasn’t until he turned and saw Singed that the realization hit him full on. Here stood one of Zaun’s best chemists, known across Valoran for the destructive warheads that he had designed to ravage Ionia. Here was one of the men that, in Night’s mind, made Zaun into the polluted mire that it was today. While he may not have have personally tutored some of the self-proclaimed martyrs of Zaun that caused trouble in the outskirts of Piltover, he was certainly an inspiration to them, willing or no.

Given as such, it took a great level of personal control from Night to avoid reacting negatively when facing Singed. At least for the moment, he would have to grin and bear it.

"…Singed. I didn’t realize that you yourself would be here to investigate the scene." Night replied, buying himself time to choose the right words. It wouldn’t do well to antagonize the man now, at least not right away. "As far as anyone knows, the ruins themselves are sealed. There’s some form of barrier that’s preventing anyone from getting closer than the outskirts of the city. They’ve found a library of some sort outside the barrier, and that’s occupied most of the researchers for now, but the bounty is clearly within the city itself."

"What brings you here? I wouldn’t think that a mainly scholarly city would hold much of interest for your weapons research."

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"Why should I convince you mister ? And what makes you think it was my goal ?"

The world-known chemist crossed his arms, looking down at the hooded man.

"I don’t care about the state of this world. I don’t care about the people I killed, nor do I care for the people that I saved. I don’t care…"

He extended one arm on his side, palm up.

"However, you got one point. I care about my job. Chemistry is the field where you need the utmost precision. One millilitre could make the difference between a success and a failure. My reputation is that precise."

A small smirk was visible behind his bandage.

"The only important thing in this world is the knowledge. I care for that. But not for your politics. So tell me mister Crow, what can you offer to convince me to help someone like you ?"

//Btw, the Crows are a secret organization. As Singed is a drug dealer and a poison dealer (among others), I guess he know about the existence of this organization and he worked with them sometimes. But that's your baby, so if it's not the case, just tell me and I will change that

"Hmm. Don't know, don't care. How's that?"

"Unconvincing. You got to where you are precisely because you know what you’re doing, and you became so good at what you do because you care about every littlest detail. You’ll have to do better than that to convince me, ser Singed."

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[ask-singed-themadchemist]

"What a mess..."

Singed looked around him as he was travelling across the camp. Tents growing like mushrooms, small workshop, group of people discussing over some old stones. It was chaotic and not really different from sharing out the loot of a crime. Every city tried to get the lions part of this new discovery. The chemist let out an annoyed sigh.

"Amateur."

With his men, he could have cleared out the whole city in two or three days. Of course, some of the inscription, or objects, would have been lost. But the resources would have been gathered and already analysed and used for new purpose. Weapons, potions, locomotion. You named it.

That wasn't the case. Instead, he was part of the Zaunite delegation to explore the ruins. Magic wasn't his forte, however, he was an expert in chemistry, geology and ancient language. He was also deadly curious... A man was standing near the entrance. Tall, a green hood dissimulating his face. The chemist walked to be at his side.

"What's the situation ?"

(Open RP) Delving into the Dark

Night had heard reports from a group of archaeologists that an ancient temple of some sort had been found, buried beneath the collapsed rubble of an ancient city. Beneath broken stone and moss lay the remains of an ancient civilization, only vaguely hinted at by old texts written on the area. But most curiously of all, the area emanated powerful magic, despite the site’s considerable age. 

Night arrived some three days after the site’s discovery, though he noticed a few former Champions among the arriving people as well. Whatever this site was, it was a major discovery, and every city state capable of sparing people had sent at least a few to see what exactly was going on.

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

The fateful shotgun came out from under Grave's cape, pointing his opponent. Singed just had the time to raise an eyebrow before the detonation. Shattered glass followed as the chemist was embedded inside the bar, his head thrown back by the impact. The outlaw was already on the run while the bartender was looking frankly at his men, unsure for his next move. For now, patrons were unscathed... There was a small noise. He looked back at the bald Zaunite. Some blood was running from his torso, but not from his back. The shell did not pass through him. Before he could move, a small "pop" occurred from a vial in Singed hand. The next second, the supposed deceased swallowed the content and a characteristic hissing sound appeared.

"Ow... By Noxus might..." said the bartender.

The mad chemist rose without effort, smoke was running from his body, his eyes were scanning the place, looking for the fugitive. In the back, this brown coat... Singed made a small move with his hand, like if he was throwing a stone. The vial crossed the room at full speed and explode in a explosion at Malcom feet. Green flames began to burn everything in the area. He began to march in his direction.

"Graves... That's a name that will suits you."

"Lads ! Shot them down !"

The exclamation was from the bartender. At this order, guards looked at each other, unsure.

"They gonna kill us otherwise !"

The order was given. Crossbows began to fire a rain of doom on both champions. Singed didn't even try to dodge anything as he keep on walking. Bolt just didn't managed to do any damage on him. His skin was now harder than an armour with his insanity potion. Another vial was cracked on the floor. This time a violet gas began to fume, slowly intoxicating everyone in the area. People began to choke, the temperature rise up, as the flames where growing. Meanwhile, the chemist was walking at the same speed.

"I'm dying to heard what's you B plan Graves.... No seriously. Is it to get back to torture ?"

A lone warrior tried to stop him, crossing his path with a blade. Singed just flung him into a wall were he didn't moved. Skull cracked.

"Let's finish this quickly."

He began to run, like a juggernaut, destroying everything in his path. Usually his tactics were more elaborate. Usually...

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Double barrel, double drink, double pain

Malcolm’s brow furrowed, his eyes growing red from anger. He felt his teeth clench, his shoulders tense. Singed wouldn’t even give him the respect of a duel? Fine. The Outlaw wasn’t one for honor, either. He allowed the anger to well inside a few moments, letting it build back up as he stared into the eyes of one of the men who had caused him such pain. Although Singed was not the highest target on his list, he was still on the list, and he must pay.

He noted the snipers outside, their crossbows already at the ready. Who were they trained on? At this range, he couldn’t say. If he was going to do this, he would have to do it quickly.

A single whip of his wrist, and the rebreather was in his mouth. His cloak obscured his face a moment as he did so, billowing as a barrier between the two champions. As the veil fell, Malcolm’s arm raised, the new shotgun held directly out in front of him. He didn’t bother to check his aim, and pulled the first of the two triggers. The buckshot sprayed from the end of the gun, finding itself shredding through the torso of Singed. The reverberations of the blast echoed throughout the tavern, the patrons taking a step back in fear. It was not every day that a champion was shot. Especially not by another champion. They continued to watch excitedly, not averting their eyes.

Malcolm had to move. The snipers would be on him any second. Running deeper into the saloon, Malcolm held the weapon tightly, one more shell still live inside. Singed must be dead, now. There’s no way he could take a full shot from almost point blank range. Is there?

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[ask-singed-themadchemist]

"That would be quite a loss of potential from both side. However, glad to see so much emotion"

A small smirk twisted the bandages covering his mouth.

"How about turning this in something interesting ? I have prospect and you will maybe take part in it."

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                                                                with me.

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

Small update

//Hello tumblr. Small point of my situation. I am back from Japan, I have also completed my degree. All's well.

For now, I am travelling around France in order to see my friends and my family. Next step will be to find a job. After this, I guess in one month, I will get back to put the mad chemist into action and interaction. Poisonous or not ^^

Take care of yourself

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

The battlefield was a mess. Not the kind of clean rumble you could see when two armies fight each other. It was more akin to a toxic minefield. Here and there you could find dead warriors, cleanly cut beforehand by the immortal soldier. An awful lot from someone not even champion. The rest... Well. Let's just say that their family will have some difficulties to recognize them.

There was two surviving culprits of this slaughter. One was badly hurt, poison running in his veins, toxic fumes in his lungs, red slashes on his whole body. The other was covered by bandages and looked down, raising an eyebrow.

"Why ?"

He knelt down, putting a green poultice on the flesh of Tekunvalos, before another clean bandage. There wasn't the kind attention of a doctor, it was just cold and efficient.

"Isn't it obvious ?"

He looked inside one of his pouches and get out a red potion. He opened it under the soldier nose.

"Inhale this."

When this was done, he nod once. The immortal warrior was in a shape good enough to be moved. Without warning or difficulties, he grabbed the soldier and put him on his shoulders.

"Do you have your answer ? If not look at the desolation around you."

 Singed began his walk back to Zaun.

"You are in a bad shape but, you're still alive. You survived countless slash and, especially, some of my poison... Every other human here died, except you..."

He adjusted the position of Tekunvalos.

"You are not usual and I want to know why... Beside, I don't want unusual people to die for no reason. Find somewhere else to do that. Somewhere glorious. Not on a pile of dirt like this place."

❣ // Back in business ^^

Wounded to a point where normal men would have likely fallen, the Immortal Soldier’s gaze fell to the mad chemist. Between his pain and confusion he mustered the ability to ask.

"Why?"

He needed the help. He held a grudge. The man was a menace and yet…

What did he get out of this?

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[ask-singed-themadchemist]

Hiatus

///I will be quite busy for two weeks as someone came from France to Japan to see me. I have to be a good host so don't expect anything for me meanwhile.

Have fun and don't kill anyone without writing all the data. ^^

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

The chemist looked at the warrior for a moment before tilting his head.

"You may call me Singed. Mad chemist, genius, or master are also title you can use instead of mister."

Few seconds of silence. This little warrior didn't knew him when he was one of the most famous scientists of this world and a champion of the league. She was definitely not from Valoran. Not clueless with the way her hands were always near her weapons, but at least without too much information. His potential patron analysed, he extended one hand on his side.

"If you say that you're not interested in anything, it is because you don't know where you are... In your line of work, I expect that you always need to get gear of the highest quality. May I ?"

Without waiting for her approval, he turned around her to take a look at her oversized greatsword.

"Take your weapon for instance. A nice thing. Not the most efficient thing to use in our toxic lands I have to say. However, a simple oil will make the edge 125% deadlier... It's a rough estimation."

He moved again, looking at her armour, back, front, before shaking slowly his head.

"How many golds did you have to spent to repair this ? I can swear that one hour of walk outside will take you to the blacksmith again. Or you can let me put a treatment on it and avoid any scratch for three weeks."

The next instant, he was two centimetre from her face, his glowing gaze scanning. He let out a little tsskk before taking his distance again.

"What kind of healing leave this kind of scar... Seriously, I made more potent healing salve when I was still a kid... Maybe it gave you the allure you want as a warrior but I won't trust any potion you could present me. Your country chemists are just amateur..."

He waved and put himself back in his chair, behind his desk. He intertwined his fingers, rest his chin on them and look with irony at the young woman.

"Of course, this is just a fraction of the waves you can find here. For the next time, I would recommend you to look before expressing an opinion that hard... I am a genius with years of practice with your sceptic kind. Trust me. I have something that will interest you..."

A small smirk.

"If you have the founds for, of course."

((@summonerseina))

Some Other You

The pitch-black hues of the petite warrior-like female stood before the tall chemist. Though she was a foot or so shorter than the man, she didn’t seem all that intimidated, with her rigid glare apparent. He didn’t seem hostile in his current stance, hands crossed over her petite chest. Though her digits were but mere centimeters from the hilts of her sheathed weapons along her side, the rather massive edged greatsword laid along her back shifting ever so slightly with her shoulders moving to get comfortable in her spot, she stayed cautious of the other.

"I’m not interested in anything you might be.. selling.. mister.."

She huffed, her midnight-shaded hair swishing in front of her hues a bit when she shook her head at the man.

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