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 He went to say something but instead ended up watching the new Multi try to free the first. The way it was painlessly biting him was a bit cute, but the cuteness stopped when the other decided to soil his head in some way.

 “I’m confiscating these for the moment.”

 After his remark Garen rounded up the three Multi into his arms and began walking off. He couldn’t tell if they were an animal or not and until he knew the judgement of dunking them in a body of water would have to wait.

 “Hm… Not quite.”

 As her hand got close enough to pull the familiar from Warwick’s mouth he turned his head away. His tail had really gotten to wagging at this point. The wolf was heavily enjoying this game of keep away.

{☪️} “You suffer. It is sad. I do not wish to see you in more pain.”

Orianna leaned down, reminded of a girl a long time ago … except she hadn’t had a choice in her changes. This one was fighting. She knew her duty, to encourage the corruption, to make another like her, another soulless weapon bent on extinguishing the stars.

Except, obviously, she was hardly soulless. The girl inside of her was crying out, not wanting to make another suffer like she did.

She reached out with a hand made of void, lifting up the eyepatch covering nothing but darkness. Almost a miniature black hole, emitting only the blackness of nothing. This was the corruptant, what had shaped her body against her will.

Shaped. Hmmm …

She was the Architect, was she not? The one who chose, who selected, who crafted. Surely the power to alter the void was in her as well, or else she wouldn’t be here. So after a moment’s consideration, she nodded, placing her hand on the terrified woman’s cheek.

“Do not move. This will be delicate, I am sure.”

The small lights that were her eyes narrowed in concentration, bringing the corruptant to muster, but not allowing it to spread. No, the fight against it would be this woman’s own. But perhaps she could gift her something it had taken away.

Slowly, the blackness began to form, keeping its dark color but changing in shape, becoming … human. Using the other half of Syndra’s face, Orianna carefully designed a new eye, the missing skin, even a brow and lashes. There. What was taken away was now given back. But … surely this one would take offense to her appearance. Humans were … particular when it came to that. So she took the star-shaped eyepatch, and with a similar intent, she made it transparent through Syndra’s side only, like doctored glass, so she could see through it with her new features, then replaced it on the other’s face.

“There. You have been … returned to what you were, as best as I could.”

 “It’s always my room though.” Soraka answered in a defeated tone.

 She moved over to the walk in closet, still red faced. She opted to embarrass herself more by joining Syndra in the just underwear club. Even though it meant hearing some things. Finally, once that was all done she moved over to her bed and got comfortable.

 “If this bed has a single crumb in it Syndra you’re washing my sheets. Same goes for a single stain.” She threatened in a soft tone. “But why do you always pick my room to lounge in? I’m not… I’m not good company.”

<*⛵*> “Heh, that sounds like a good time, but I’m not dropping my guard. I’ve learned one thing about playing with cards, and that’s never trust the person across the table.”

The smile on her face is relaxed, if a little cunning. She was going to be playing against someone who played her cards close to the table, both literally and figuratively. Regardless of how rusty Syndra was, you never forgot how to do keep a poker face.

“Don’t forget the stakes. I’m a gambling gal, so I’m not playing unless there’s something in it for me … or something for you.”

“Sure, if you come here.” Warwick replied.

 The squeaking only encouraged him to chew more. However given what he’d said the wolf also moved a little further away. She’d attempted to shoo him away so he was going to make her have to move toward him.

 Only one word came to Warwick’s mind as the Multi flew through the air; ball. As the familiar came down from it’s arch the wolf caught it in his mouth and started to chew on it a bit before dropping it right in Syndra’s lap.

 “Nice try.” He remarked as his tail wagged. “Maybe you should try throwing it again.”

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 “S-Syndra!? Wh-Why are you… Well, Like this!”

  Almost immediately upon realizing the situation she was in, Soraka found herself as red as could be and completely flustered.

 “And what if they’re tall or have large builds? They wouldn’t need to be within your personal bubble.” Garen refuted before returning his attention to the familiar.

 Now it had split. The one in his hands continued to be silly, but the one in his hair had roosted like a bird. Admittedly its ability to split had him curious and he wondered what it might do up there. Considering it’d been all to happy to smash his face with its own this likely wasn’t going to be good.

<*⛵*> “They’re fast asleep, as well. They were tussling with one another right until I put them to bed, so they’re exhausted, too, the sweethearts.”

She moved off of the bed, unable to keep a smile off of her face as she picked up a deck of cards.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know I’ve got a good poker face, and that’s not me bragging. I would have thought you would want to play a game of chess, something more intellectual and less based on concealing emotions. And you know I don’t play poker unless there’s good stakes up for grabs.”