#dark star guardian verse tbt

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@seekslight

It happened over time. It wasn’t a quick transition whatsoever.

Ezreal, at one point, had run into a creature from the stars; a creature he had stumbled upon after breaking from his group, as he does—Nearly getting lost in the process. And yet, since the first time he spoke to that creature—finding Thresh to not be so bad, Ezreal had kept going back—not to anyone’s knowledge, perhaps, albeit yet every time he had come a cm, there seemed to have been a slight change in the way Ezreal acted. The way he presented himself. Gradual, it was…

Until he disappeared completely for a little while.

Blues were now replaced with deep shades of purples; whites switched the deep blacks; even the blue in hair had become purple—even those bright blue eyes of his had changed to match his new palette. It was as if Ezreal had disappeared from the face of the planet for a while—only to show up in the middle of the night like….

This.

“There she is!” He calls out to her; legs dangling off the edge of a building; elbows propped up on his knees as he leans forward slightly to look down at Lux below. Did she catch wind of his reappearance? Was she looking for him, perhaps? How sweet. He sits up straight, the building he sat on not too horribly high—one of the shorter ones in the city, at least—his head craning to the side as he straightens his posture a little bit, hand moving up and giving the motion of a slight wave with the flick of his wrist.

Something was off about him. So incredibly off.

“You should come up here! Y’know—kiss me if you missed me!”

[vxidlight]

( verse ); main This is the Visionary’s main timeline following her story as it is written in her about. Involves all of her first eight incarnations. If the story calls for it, sub-verses may branch off this one.

SUB-VERSES TO MAIN ( verse ); star trek The Visionary (6) is an ensign medical officer. Marooned with a damaged TARDIS, she decides to blend in. She sends a message to Earth/Starfleet who in return offered her a temporary commission as ensign.

( verse ); the force within (star wars 2.0) The Visionary (7) lands in a Galaxy far far away where her TARDIS is stolen and she meets a Jedi. While searching for her TARDIS she is taken on a journey and learns about the Force. Initially sceptical, she learns there's more to it than initially thought.

AU's

( verse ); seer This is an alternate version of the Visionary that lived on a Gallifrey that never encountered the Time War (in their timeline the Doctor was never sent to interfere with the creation of the Daleks) and Iota Two chooses to remain with the Castellan’s Guard and rose in ranks. Gallifrey was eventually invaded by an infection that stopped regeneration and Time Lords began arguing among themselves. Her fifth incarnation (Olivia Wilde) was still part of the Castellan's Guard, however, worked to help find a cure which was later found by her Prime Self. After she left, this Iota chose to keep the cure a secret and tried to take control of the parallel Gallifrey under the name of the Seer. Save for small differences, her faces mirror those of Prime!Iota, the Seer is colder than her counterpart and desires to do what is most beneficial for her. She is vindictive and believes in justice above all else.

A Jedi Verse; to be tagged Born on a world that was sparsely populated, Iota and her twin brother would run across the grasslands all day -- careful to avoid the wastelands. They were told it was full of radiation and toxic waste because that was easier than telling them that monsters lived there. She and her brother were found, unaffected by the creatures of the Dark Side that lived there, by a Jedi Master who later took them to be trained. Throughout, her training, Iota received several visions of a dark hand eclipsing the Light. Iota later completes her training and builds a yellow-green lightsaber. Her powers are similar to a Jedi Consular Sage from SWTOR. This verse is very vague so it can fit in with all eras of Star Wars. Uses 7’s face.

Guardian (from Destiny by Bungie) Verse; tbt Iota is a Warlock who focuses on using her light to fight over her weapons. Not to be mistaken for a pacifist, when provoked she is a master of destructive void and powerful healing solar light. Sharing her love of adventure and insatiable curiosity, is her ghost, Ip (to her dismay, lovingly known as Ippy). Uses 6’s face.

[thevisixnary]

( verse ); main This is the Visionary’s main timeline following her story as it is written in her about. Involves all of her first eight incarnations. If the story calls for it, sub-verses may branch off this one.

SUB-VERSES TO MAIN ( verse ); star trek The Visionary (6) is an ensign medical officer. Marooned with a damaged TARDIS, she decides to blend in. She sends a message to Earth/Starfleet who in return offered her a temporary commission as ensign.

( verse ); the force within (star wars 2.0) The Visionary (7) lands in a Galaxy far far away where her TARDIS is stolen and she meets a Jedi. While searching for her TARDIS she is taken on a journey and learns about the Force. Initially sceptical, she learns there's more to it than initially thought.

AU's

( verse ); seer This is an alternate version of the Visionary that lived on a Gallifrey that never encountered the Time War (in their timeline the Doctor was never sent to interfere with the creation of the Daleks) and Iota Two chooses to remain with the Castellan’s Guard and rose in ranks. Gallifrey was eventually invaded by an infection that stopped regeneration and Time Lords began arguing among themselves. Her fifth incarnation (Olivia Wilde) was still part of the Castellan's Guard, however, worked to help find a cure which was later found by her Prime Self. After she left, this Iota chose to keep the cure a secret and tried to take control of the parallel Gallifrey under the name of the Seer. Save for small differences, her faces mirror those of Prime!Iota, the Seer is colder than her counterpart and desires to do what is most beneficial for her. She is vindictive and believes in justice above all else.

A Jedi Verse; to be tagged Born on a world that was sparsely populated, Iota and her twin brother would run across the grasslands all day -- careful to avoid the wastelands. They were told it was full of radiation and toxic waste because that was easier than telling them that monsters lived there. She and her brother were found, unaffected by the creatures of the Dark Side that lived there, by a Jedi Master who later took them to be trained. Throughout, her training, Iota received several visions of a dark hand eclipsing the Light. Iota later completes her training and builds a yellow-green lightsaber. Her powers are similar to a Jedi Consular Sage from SWTOR. This verse is very vague so it can fit in with all eras of Star Wars. Uses 7’s face.

Guardian (from Destiny by Bungie) Verse; tbt Iota is a Warlock who focuses on using her light to fight over her weapons. Not to be mistaken for a pacifist, when provoked she is a master of destructive void and powerful healing solar light. Sharing her love of adventure and insatiable curiosity, is her ghost, Ip (to her dismay, lovingly known as Ippy). Uses 6’s face.

( verse ); genshin impact

Iota and her twin brother, Ganymede, grew up in Sumeru where they were inseparable. Their father was in the Matra and their mother was a scientist and together they encouraged their children's intelligence. Both Iota and her brother were curious about the world around them and attended the Akademiya together, however, studied different things. Iota found herself studying medicine in the Amurta Darshan. It was due to her deep aspiration to help others that she gained her hydro vision.

After the Akademiya, Iota decided to open a medicine clinic in Sumeru city. Iota took training lessons to learn to fight with a catalyst and use her vision to protect herself while gathering herbs.

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@withinchains cont.

She seemed angry—a response that he had expected from her with how he had been treating her. Avoiding her, saying things to her out of anger that a child shouldn’t be saying to his caregiver—his mother—and perhaps he had regretted them at the time. Perhaps he still does. He had reacted out of anger; out of fear—she was the only parent he knew. She had taken the boy from an orphanage at such a young age and raised him—raised him very well—and yet he was so obsessed with the fact that she wasn’t who he thought she was ( in his mind ) and that had bred a fear in him that he didn’t matter. How many times had she always been there for him? How many times had she helped him get out of a situation where he needed help? Every time—you couldn’t count it one hand. She was his mother—she loved him and he loved her, but Ezreal threw all of that away because of his insecurities and his fears and his emotional baggage that came from wearing his heart in his sleeve his entire life. The insecurities that he was only there for her image, that eventually he would have become this way because of her instead—

He was wrong. But it was much too late for him to have that revelation.

Those thoughts and those worries didn’t matter to him anymore. Nothing that had involved who he was prior to this really mattered. His so called friends, his mother, his life as a Star Guardian—he’d throw it all away for his new purpose, if he had to. Only one person—one being; the being that had turned him into this—mattered. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t come and see his mother. They were on the same side, now. Perhaps they could fix this after all. And if not, he wouldn’t care; his personality twisted into something sinister and much more dark from the pure, kindhearted boy he used to be. He was warped into something that one thought Ezreal would never become.

The clawed, shadowed hand curled and he pressed his chin against it, resting it against the arm of the seat he sat in, watching her carefully—listening to her carefully despite the eyes that flickered in his shadows, blinking and shifting before settling on her briefly. They closed; the shadowed half just that, now—wispy shadows that moved like a vigorous flame.

“Changed a lot more then that. Why’re you ignoring the elephant in the room? Last I figured, wasn’t this what you wanted? For me to see your side of things? To understand?” There’s a glint in his normal, purple eye—once baby blue in colour and filled with innocence and purity—now darkened and hardened—spiteful and malicious. The pulsating of light in his arm continues before he shakes it rather violently—angry, almost; causing it to stop for now, wrinkling his nose briefly before bringing his attention back to her.

“I over reacted, y’know. I shouldn’t have done what I did—Shouldn’t have avoided you, shouldn’t have been so harsh. I just didn’t get it, Morg—can’t you understand that?” It almost like a half assed apology, the way it comes out. Ezreal rises from his seat and steps towards her, the island the only think between them as he leans forward. He wants her to look at him—To see what he has become; to show her that this is what had happened in his time away. That this is who he was now, regardless of her influence.

“I met someone. Made things real clear about everything. Who I am, how people treat me. Turns out, I’m better off like this. You don’t look so thrilled.” He snorts, tilting his head softly to the side. “I thought you’d like to see me like this. Thought you’d be happy that I’m home, y’know?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Mom?”

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"You're gonna die. I'm gonna kill you."

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He’s here to cause problems. 💜

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It’s an interesting difference, one would say. As he watches her run inside for the staircase to make her way up to him, he would normally have a smile on his face—warm, soft; and the gaze in his eyes would match that warmth. This was different. He was different—a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips that was filled with darkness; and eyes that were narrowed—sharp. As she disappears briefly he laughs to himself, pushing himself up and turning towards the rooftop’s door where she would soon burst open to hug him and cry on him—tell him how much she missed him. How lost she was without him.

It was something that Ezreal would normally find endearing—but now? Not so much. It was more fun to play around with her, he thought. Who needed love, right? Who needed her to save him, or defend him, or care for him? He didn’t. He didn’t need anything. He was happy with what he had become now—or at least, that’s what he had believed—his clouded thoughts seeming to be clear—but were they really? Absolutely not. It was different for him, though.

Arms were outstretched, ready to catch her as she bursted her way through that door, expecting her to launch herself at him, though she seems to stop in her tracks and his arms drop.

“Oh…all this? Y’know…something, something, self enlightenment. Something something, found out who I really am. Y’know. Spiritual stuff? Kinda? Not really.” He snorts, taking a step back and up onto the ledge of the building where his legs had once dangled—dangerous, for if anything were to happen, he’d fall—but he’s a Star Guardian—he wouldn’t be hurt. It’s fine.

“I kinda decided that I’m done with the whole goodie-two-shoes thing. What’s in it for me, huh? Where’s the fun in doing the right thing all the time? Don’t you find it kinda boring?” It’s a real question—though he says it in such a way that it’s uncertain whether he wants a real answer or not. “I figured out what I want, Lux!”

“I wanna crush you. All of you. Until there are no stars left to get in my way.”

@seekslight

It happened over time. It wasn’t a quick transition whatsoever.

Ezreal, at one point, had run into a creature from the stars; a creature he had stumbled upon after breaking from his group, as he does—Nearly getting lost in the process. And yet, since the first time he spoke to that creature—finding Thresh to not be so bad, Ezreal had kept going back—not to anyone’s knowledge, perhaps, albeit yet every time he had come a cm, there seemed to have been a slight change in the way Ezreal acted. The way he presented himself. Gradual, it was…

Until he disappeared completely for a little while.

Blues were now replaced with deep shades of purples; whites switched the deep blacks; even the blue in hair had become purple—even those bright blue eyes of his had changed to match his new palette. It was as if Ezreal had disappeared from the face of the planet for a while—only to show up in the middle of the night like….

This.

“There she is!” He calls out to her; legs dangling off the edge of a building; elbows propped up on his knees as he leans forward slightly to look down at Lux below. Did she catch wind of his reappearance? Was she looking for him, perhaps? How sweet. He sits up straight, the building he sat on not too horribly high—one of the shorter ones in the city, at least—his head craning to the side as he straightens his posture a little bit, hand moving up and giving the motion of a slight wave with the flick of his wrist.

Something was off about him. So incredibly off.

“You should come up here! Y’know—kiss me if you missed me!”

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There's a soft scoff that leaves him; eye rolling as she speaks—like a disobedient child uninterested in what was being told to him. Sure, she could have done this a long time ago, but how was he supposed to know that she wouldn’t? In Ezreal’s mind, this could have happened regardless of whose Influence had part in it—this was his fate—it had to be. Living under a Nemesis, the doubts ( he thought ) his so called friends had placed in him—Nothing else made sense. Like this, it felt like he actually belonged somewhere—Thresh made sure of that—at least, Ezreal thought so.

“You’re the one that said you wanted me to understand.” His words are sharp as he snaps at her—the deep, echoed reverb behind his voice seeming to grow in volume from the sudden short temper—so unlike him, and yet familiar; the tone similar to the way they had fought before he had left and started avoiding her. His tongue clicks lightly against his teeth in idle thought—the way he carried himself not relaxed like it used to be—instead it was much too tense; as if he would explode at any moment from some sort of pressure. “This is me understanding. I went off to try and understand, to get advice—to figure out how I could come home without dreading being around you.” His nose wrinkles again—agitated; so, so agitated. A short fuse ready to ignite—he used to have more patience before, didn’t he? It didn’t matter.

The shadows shift a little more violently before they decide to calm down, Ezreal letting out a deep exhale in hopes to try and calm himself—but the conversation was not going as planned. And if continued to crumble, then she would be his enemy, too. He didn’t need all of these ties to his old life. No, he was trying to salvage this as a courtesy to her—they were on the same side, now. It should be easy—so why was it so much more difficult then he thought it was?

Ezreal knew better—of course he did. His genius was unparalleled by most—but he grew bored, generally. Doubtful. Concerned about his choices, his wants, his needs. To fit in, to be good, to be what people expected of him. He had enough--Enough of the expectations of others, enough of the pain brought upon him ( perhaps self inflicted by his own worries and thoughts ). He should have been stronger then to allow himself to become this--whatever this was, but youngers mind was made up. This was who he was now.

He liked the change.

"So why not be happy, huh? Now I'm not afraid of you, because I get it. I really get it. I'm better off this way." He muses, a brow cocking upwards in curiosity. Twisted? Nothing was twisted...Everything felt so clear to him. "He's not a stranger. He's the only one that was willing to listen to me. I chose this path, this was all ME, not anybody else--"

Animosity bubbled within him, but he paused as she moved around the island. The worry in her voice causes something to shift--the shadows move softly, this time--almost showing the half of his face that it covered before moving back when she grabbed onto his clawed, shadowed hand which once again pulsated with a purple light as a cry for help--Yuuto's silhouette apparent if one looked deep enough into it. He almost rips it away from her, but refrains, glancing away as if he was thinking... "I'm not changing." The deep echo returns, loud and nearly furious, as if she insulted him to his very core. A step back is taken from her, gaze formed into a piercing glare before he laughs--Not gentle and sweet as it once was, but teetering on the edge of insanity; the grin upon his features unsettling to most.

"This IS who i am! I'm a better version of myself, don't you get it!?"

"If you don't like it, well...Guess you're my enemy like the rest of 'em, huh?"

@withinchains cont.

She seemed angry—a response that he had expected from her with how he had been treating her. Avoiding her, saying things to her out of anger that a child shouldn’t be saying to his caregiver—his mother—and perhaps he had regretted them at the time. Perhaps he still does. He had reacted out of anger; out of fear—she was the only parent he knew. She had taken the boy from an orphanage at such a young age and raised him—raised him very well—and yet he was so obsessed with the fact that she wasn’t who he thought she was ( in his mind ) and that had bred a fear in him that he didn’t matter. How many times had she always been there for him? How many times had she helped him get out of a situation where he needed help? Every time—you couldn’t count it one hand. She was his mother—she loved him and he loved her, but Ezreal threw all of that away because of his insecurities and his fears and his emotional baggage that came from wearing his heart in his sleeve his entire life. The insecurities that he was only there for her image, that eventually he would have become this way because of her instead—

He was wrong. But it was much too late for him to have that revelation.

Those thoughts and those worries didn’t matter to him anymore. Nothing that had involved who he was prior to this really mattered. His so called friends, his mother, his life as a Star Guardian—he’d throw it all away for his new purpose, if he had to. Only one person—one being; the being that had turned him into this—mattered. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t come and see his mother. They were on the same side, now. Perhaps they could fix this after all. And if not, he wouldn’t care; his personality twisted into something sinister and much more dark from the pure, kindhearted boy he used to be. He was warped into something that one thought Ezreal would never become.

The clawed, shadowed hand curled and he pressed his chin against it, resting it against the arm of the seat he sat in, watching her carefully—listening to her carefully despite the eyes that flickered in his shadows, blinking and shifting before settling on her briefly. They closed; the shadowed half just that, now—wispy shadows that moved like a vigorous flame.

“Changed a lot more then that. Why’re you ignoring the elephant in the room? Last I figured, wasn’t this what you wanted? For me to see your side of things? To understand?” There’s a glint in his normal, purple eye—once baby blue in colour and filled with innocence and purity—now darkened and hardened—spiteful and malicious. The pulsating of light in his arm continues before he shakes it rather violently—angry, almost; causing it to stop for now, wrinkling his nose briefly before bringing his attention back to her.

“I over reacted, y’know. I shouldn’t have done what I did—Shouldn’t have avoided you, shouldn’t have been so harsh. I just didn’t get it, Morg—can’t you understand that?” It almost like a half assed apology, the way it comes out. Ezreal rises from his seat and steps towards her, the island the only think between them as he leans forward. He wants her to look at him—To see what he has become; to show her that this is what had happened in his time away. That this is who he was now, regardless of her influence.

“I met someone. Made things real clear about everything. Who I am, how people treat me. Turns out, I’m better off like this. You don’t look so thrilled.” He snorts, tilting his head softly to the side. “I thought you’d like to see me like this. Thought you’d be happy that I’m home, y’know?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Mom?”