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like this for a rat

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good lord

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if twitch didn’t smell i think he would be an Exceptional lap rat u.u

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HAT LADY!

          "    How    generous    of    you    .    "    Smiling    ,    laughter    light    as    she    observes    scratching    .    Such    a    strange    start    to    her    day    ,    catching    little    paws    cradling    biscuit    ,    but    the    strangeness    behind    only    makes    it    all    the    more    interesting    .    Animals    regarded    as    pests    generally    did    not    bother    her    ,    encountered    too    often    in    the    wild    to    be    viewed    as    anything    more    than    another    creature    trying    to    survive    .    And    ,    when    one    has    such    intelligence    …    well    ,    perhaps    the    questions    regarding    that    could    come    later    .    She    worries    cause    of    such    came    from    cruelty    …    

          "    Nothing    without    permission    .    Find    me    first    .    "    He    seems    to    understand    their    deal    ,    but    Caitlyn    repeats    it    just    in    case    .    An    eyebrow    quirks    with    interest                          "    The    bad    ones    ?    And    just    who    would    they    be    ?    "    Pulling    out    usual    reading    chair    ,    Caitlyn    takes    seat    next    to    little    rat    before    handing    further    treats    over    .    "    The    ones    afraid    of    you    ,    I    assume    ?    "

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ   ᴛᴏ   ʜᴀᴠᴇ   ɢᴏᴏᴅ   ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ   &&   ᴛʜᴜꜱʟʏ   ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ   ᴀɴʏ   ᴘʀɪᴏʀ   ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛɪᴇꜱ,   he   is   unbothered   as   she   opts   to   sit   close   by   him   ,   readily   accepting   each   snack   gifted   to   cheerfully   munch   on.   ❝   hrmm   ...   okay,   okay.   Find   Hat   Lady   first,   ❞   he   repeats,   as   if   confirming   to   himself.   Memory   was   fleeting   ,   but   he   could   certainly   try!   at   the   question   he   hums,   nose   wrinkling   distastefully.

         ❝   some   are   scared   of   me,   yes,   yes   ...   oh,   but   those   one's   just   run   and   scream!   nonono,   the   bad   ones,   they   want   to   get   rid   of   me,   you   see.   ❞   he   blinks   up   at   her,   munching   on   another   bestowed   treat   before   continuing.   ❝   they   say,   I'm   the   plague.   Hah!   how   can   I   be   a   plague,   if   there's   only   one   of   me?   hm?   but   ...   !   you're   nice.   I   thought   you'd   be   bad   too,   but   you   surprised   me.   ❞

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@tacetferrum   approaches   ; Picks   up   by   the   nape   of   his   neck

❝   ʜᴇʏ!   ❞   the   rodent   initially   is   limp   as   he   was   unceremoniously   scruffed,   but   then   promptly   begins   to   wriggle,   kicking   out   his   paws   and   squirming   to   try   and   make   it   hard   to   keep   a   hold   of   him.   he   grunts   and   grumbles,   trying   to   twist   and   sink   teeth   into   the   arm   of   his   apparent   assailant.   ❝   put   me   down!   get   your   paws   off   me,   human,   or   I'll   make   your   death   real   painful   ...!!!   grrr!   ❞

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HEADBAND MAN(D)

@rattening encounters the clan killer

    there were a lot of places itachi explored after the murder of his clan ten years ago, and zaun was one of his favorites. the dark underbelly of piltover is one of the few places where nearly everyone around him has some sort of grisly history. eyes pass over him with a unique lack of care that he can only find here. it’s only natural he frequents such a place. a deficit of whispers on his passing by means a small chance of unnecessary confrontation for the tired killer.

    pacing along an umbral alleyway, itachi was fidgeting with the red-centered ring on the middle finger of his right hand, when a misplaced push sends the silvered circlet tumbling off his digit and down a sewer grate close-by. unfortunately for the rogue-ninja, this ring is rather important to him.

   he follows along the grid-patterned steel of each opening until making his way over to a suitable entrance for him. upon descending even deeper into the twisting tunnels beneath zaun, itach finds his way back to where he believes the ring had landed, a pungent odor overcoming him in the closer he gets. huddling over what is probably his jewelry, is an (almost) humanoid figure, and while the shadows make it hard to discern it’s exact appearance, itachi is certain a snout is protruding out from it’s face, “i believe that may be mine.” he announces, the crimson hue of his eyes already narrowing over twitch.

ɪᴛ   ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ   ꜱᴏ   ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ   ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ   ꜰᴀʟʟ   ɪɴᴛᴏ   ᴛʜᴇ   ꜱᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ,   for   careless   humans   above   had   loose   holds   upon   their   items,   or   perhaps   it   was   discarded   intentionally.   whatever   the   case,   it   didn't   matter   to   him.   the   rodent   would   gladly   accept   anything   that   fell   into   the   sewage   grates   so   long   as   he   found   it.   this   was   a   similar   —   harmless   'plink'   of   metal   as   it   fell   &&   rolled   ,   before   coming   to   a   final   stop.   his   ears   had   perked   ,   and   losing   interest   in   whatever   he   had   been   doing   (seriously,   he   already   forgot)   he   sniffs   his   way   over   to   the   newest   acquisition   of   the   sewers.   

            lifting   his   goggles,   head   was   tilted   so   a   red   eye   could   study   the   little   ring.   It   was   kept   clean   ,   clearly   cared   for   well,   if   he   had   to   guess.   But   perhaps   not   enough   to   stop   it   from   falling   down   here   ?   Curious!   He   sniffs   it   a   few   times   to   make   sure   it   (probably)   won't   kill   him   before   he   picks   it   up   between   two   fingers,   peering   through   its   center   &&   then   resting   it   in   his   paw.   what   a   weird   looking   ring.

         ❝   neh?   ❞   he   was   so   enraptured   with   thoughts   about   the   mysterious   new   ring   that   he   hadn't   been   paying   attention   ,   ears   perking   and   turning   to   stare.   ❝   yours?   i   found   it!   is   it   really   yours   or   are   you   just   trying   to   take   it   from   me?   ❞   suspicious   squint   of   eyes   as   he   turns   his   head   this   way   and   that,   studying   the   man.   truthfully?   he   had   no   use   for   the   ring,   anyway   ;   but   it   was   the   instinctual   desire   to   keep   whatever   he   found   that   stopped   him   from   handing   it   back   over.   hmrmr   ...   ❝   say   ,   if   you   have   any   snacks   ,   I'd   be   willing   to   give   it   back   .   ❞

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imagining someone trying to give twitch a bath and the disaster that would ensue bc 1 . he would try to escape 2 . the horror of how disgusting the bath water would become 3 . the painful realization that he would need MULTIPLE washes 4 . he would try to eat the soap and also any bubbles

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@cupcait​ this is the best day of his life.

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@veiledone   says   ; “      say   thank   you   .   ”

❝   ᴅᴏʜʜʜʜ   ...!   ꜰɪɴᴇ   !   ❞   he   drags   his   little   paws   down   his   face   as   if   in   some   form   of   agony,   (really,   he   was!)   sulking   all   the   while   as   he   geared   himself   up   to   say   the   words.   it   wasn't   even   that   he   wasn't   grateful   ,   either.   ...   Honestly,   he   was   just   stupid,   and   having   never   said   such   polite   things   before,   it   thus   translated   into   the   mental   equivalent   of   pulling   teeth.   Besides   that,   he   just   seemed   to   have   a   flair   for   drama,   or   maybe   that   was   just   natural   &&   the   fact   he   had   a   voice   to   whine   with   made   the   difference.   ❝   thank   you!   is   that   better?   ❞

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@piltoversfinest   says   : “   this   is   my   shitty   microwave   meal   .   get   your   own   .   ”

ᴛʜᴇ   ʀᴏᴅᴇɴᴛ   ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ   ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ   ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ,   as   if   she'd   struck   him.   ❝   but   i   want   to   try   a   little   bit!   and   i   haven't   even   taken   it   from   you,   huh?   that   deserves   a   reward   for   my   efforts!   ❞   while   that   may   be   true,   he   has   been   begging   much   like   a   dog   might   sit   at   the   foot   of   a   table   ;   except   he   could   talk.   ❝   i'll   starve!   Hat   Lady   wouldn't   let   me   starve!   ❞   he   laments   ,   paws   thrown   up   into   the   air   in   dramatic   flair.

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hi! there are so many of you it terrifies me. sorry for being quiet though!

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I’m   writing   this   song   and   you   don’t   even   care,                         Throw   me   a   lifeline   and   open   my   door— And   pick   up   my   heart   that   you   left   on   the   floor

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STUFF   I’VE   SAID   TO   MY   BABY   BROTHER  .

“   i   love   yooooouuuu  !   ” “   …   say   it   back  .   don’t   do   me   like   this   ” “   i   am   the   backbone   of   your   entire   childhood   ” “   on   all   levels   except   legal ,   i’m   basically   your   mom   /   dad  .   ” “   what   movie   do   you   want   on  ?   ” “   this   is   my   shitty   microwave   meal  .   get   your   own  .   ” “   say   ‘aaaahhhh  .  ’   ” “   you’re   so   cuuuuuute  !   ” “   who’s   the   best   boy   /   girl   in   the   world  ?   you   are  !   ” “   where’s   my   kiss  ?   ” “   wow  .   don’t   act   like   you’re   too   good   for   me   in   front   of   your   little   baby   friends   ” “   what   do   you   want   to   watch  ?   or   can   i   just   slap   on ,   like ,   any   cartoon   and   you’ll   be   good  ?   ” “   i   love   your   cap  .   you’re   such   a   cool   little   dude ,   aren’t   you  ?   ” “   say   thank   you  .   ” “   say   please  !   ” “   how   am   i   literally   the   only   good   role   model   in   your   life  ?   how   does   that   work   out  ?   i’m   a   garbage   fire   train   wreck   doing   her   best  .   ” “   who   taught   you   that   word  ??   ” “   don’t   say   that   word  !!   ” “   [   name   ]    acts   like   i   won’t   throat   kick   her   for   teaching   you   swears ,   and   it’s   just   really   bold   of   her   to   assume   i   lack   that   capability  .   ” “   venting   to   a   kid   is   great ,   because   you   have   literally   no   memory   span   until   you’re   four  .   you’re   like   a   diary   that   sometimes   smiles   and   laughs   and   like ,   cleanses   my   whole   soul   while   i   bitch  .   ” “   what   do   you   mean   no  ??   ” “   oh   my   god ,   you   learned   why  .   never   ask   me   why ,   ____ .   me   and   my   three   brain   cells   don’t   have   the   answers   you’re   after  .   ” “   you’re   my   favourite   little   brat  .   ” “   you’re   just   baby  …   ”

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SHINY

@rattening·   /   one-liner call

❝   is there something you would like to tell me, little friend? i will happily listen!   ❞

ᴅɪᴅ   ʜᴇ   ʜᴀᴠᴇ   sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ   ᴛᴏ   sᴀʏ?   motions   entirely   stop   as   the   rodent   freezes,   abruptly   forgetting   what   he   was   doing.   ❝   ehhh   ...   uhh   ...   ❞   he   snuffles   a   little,   plainly   confused   as   all   thought   had   been   derailed   and   immediately   lost   to   the   void   of   his   limited   mind.   ❝   who   are   you?   do   you   have   food?   i   demand   tribute!   ❞   there,   that   seemed   like   a   good   direction   to   take.   ❝   i'm   a   king,   you   know!   ❞

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HAT LADY!

          "    hm    .    how    unlike    myself    .    "    tone    may    remain    stern    ,    but    there    is    something    undeniably    humorous    in    the    story    twitch    weaved    .    "    you    know    ,    i    have    been    rather    preoccupied    lately    .    rude    of    me    to    forget    i'd    prepared    you    a    gift    .    "    maybe    she's    enjoying    playing    a    long    a    little    too    much    .  

          "    taking    what    isn’t    yours    without    asking    permission    ,    first    .    "    she    purses    lips    in    thought    ,    careful    consideration    of    a    plan    she's    sure    will    only    present    temporary    solution    .    anyone    in    piltover    catching    sight    of    him    would    only    lead    to    panic    ,    and    she'd    hate    for    the    worst    to    happen    .    even    if    some    would    argue    in    favor    of    eliminating    rats    .  

          "    if    you're    hungry    again    ,    come    back    here    .    alright    ?    but    …    talk    to    me    before    you    take    anything    .    "    noting    the    tilt    of    head    ,    she    groans                    how    does    he    manage    to    be    almost    cute    and    terrifying    all    at    once    ?    "    ….    fine    .    take    another    .    "

❝   sᴜᴄʜ   ᴛʜɪɴɢs   ᴄᴀɴ   ʙᴇ   ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ!   ❞     he   responds   in   lofty   tone,   either   unaware   or   not   caring   that   she   was   certainly   just   playing   along   with   him.   he   hums   in   thought,   then,   shifting   so   hind   paw   could   scratch   at   the   side   of   his   head.   ❝   okay...   what   if   there   isn't   anyone   to   ask?   can   i   have   it   then?   ❞   question   ought   to   be   a   joke,   yet   he   asks   it   with   blatant   sincerity.   He   is   at   least   considering   listening   ;   just   ...   finding   ways   to   get   around   it.

he   straightens   up   again,   little   eyes   bright   as   he   bounces   on   his   paws.   ❝   just   talk   to   you,   ok   ok,   I   got   it!   ❞   head   nods,   and   small   hands   reach   up   in   anticipation   of   more.   though   he   had   at   times   found   more   amicable   people   in   the   under   city,   he's   not   sure   he's   yet   met   any   from   the   top   side   who   would   actually   show   kindness   like   this.   It   was   confusing,   but   he   was   delighted   nonetheless.   ❝   don't   worry,   i'm   good   at   remembering   —   remembering,   ehh,   nice   people,   anyway.   oh,   and   the   bad   ones.   ❞   

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MR. MASK

Human?  Did he really cut the silhouette of a human, dressed to the nines in his most extravagant murder wears and wielding a gun unlike any seen within the walls of Piltover and Zaun alike?  He tsked, but he let the comment slide.  This…whatever this was, it clearly had a sizable snout on it – one he was half certain must have smelled the humanity on him.  He didn’t hold the airs of any typical vastaya, nor the aura of a spirit or demon.  Perhaps he was some kind of experiment.  There were a lot of those in Zaun.

“It’s simple, really.  Find the suitable materials, and then have the artistic and magical talent to fashion them into your desired visage.” By now, he’d long since lowered his gun, even at the introduction of a paralleled–lesser weapon.  Nothing in Zaun could be trusted wholeheartedly, but this little fellow really didn’t seem to have any ill intentions.  He still kept his distance– mostly due to the smell.

“Are you also an artist?”

ᴄʀᴏssʙᴏᴡ   ʟᴏᴡᴇʀs   ɪɴ   ᴛᴀɴᴅᴇᴍ   ᴡɪᴛʜ   ᴛʜᴇ   ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ   ᴏғ   ɢᴜɴ,   though   his   head   tilts   this   way   &&   that   as   though   to   try   and   keep   a   good   eye   on   the   weapon.   as   far   as   he   could   be   concerned,   this   was   just   a   very   eccentric   human   —   having   little   to   no   real   concept   of   magic   or   ...   anything,   really.   at   the   end   of   the   day,   he   was   still   just   a   rodent   ;   one   with   slightly   more   commendable   brain   power   than   that   of   his   species.   

            ❝   you   have   magic?   ❞   he   gasps,   and   leans   with   desperate   twitches   of   his   nose   as   if   seeking   to   scent   it   out   ;   though   he   maintains   their   distance.   ❝   is   your   gun   magic,   too?   or   are   you   magic   AND   have   guns   ...?   hhnm.   ❞   questions   buzz   in   his   mind   further,   but   before   he   thinks   to   ask   them   he   is   distracted   by   the   registering   of   the   masked   man's   last   words.   ❝   oh!   oh   oh   ,   i   am   ...   something   of   an   artist,   yes.   ❞   hardly,   but   as   far   as   the   rat   was   concerned,   his   artistic   endeavors   were   something   to   behold   —   a   mess   of   combined   trash   &&   waste   made   into   treasures   for   himself   within   his   own   hideout.   Not   only   was   he   gifted   (in   his   mind)   at   making   his   own   poison   and   tending   to   his   weapon,   but   he   made   his   home   pretty!  

This   of   course   included   more   ...   grosser   things,   as   Twitch   seldom   let   anything   go   to   waste.   Bones   gnawed   and   made   'nice'   by   his   standard,   all   torn   from   those   who   he'd   put   down   for   one   reason   or   another.   ❝   i   can   show   you.   do   you   wanna   see?   ❞

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