WE NEED MORE BATTLE BUNNIES

whereshadowsthrive:

//you guys should go draw more male Battle Bunnies to submit to the Revolution. THE REVOLUTION CONTINUES!

"The what now?.."

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Days of Future Past

war-hero-corki:

ask-zilean:

Giving the yordle a friendly smile, he nodded. ”Many. I forget the amount. I think I counted them once but..” waving his hand dismissively, “that memory is gone. Time is such an interesting and strange thing. I used to study it, you know.” The old man rambled, fetching a cup of tea he had made for himself some minutes ago. However, upon tasting the cold contents, he realised the minutes were more like hours ago.

"For instance, the concept that at another place in the world, there is someone at a different time to you. Confounding! I don’t quite have the patience or concentration for such studies any more.” Rubbing his tired arms his expression turned sombre. “It only causes bad things anyway.”

"But anyway, how is life treating you, my fellow?"

Corki listened with genuine interest as Zilean spoke. He took off his hat and rubbed the top of his head “I’m doin’ fine, Zilly. I uh…” He sighed and cleared his throat “I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin’ that happened a while ago…”

The pilot vividly remembered the night he was talking about in his head. The bombshells slamming into the ground, the smell of gunpowder, the screams of children. God damn Zaun… God damn them. He shook his head and snapped back into reality “I uh…” He stammered “I… Wanted to ask you somethin’… I need a favor.” He tried to choose his words carefully.

Turning a curious eye to the hesitant yordle, the old man raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what might that be, my friend?” 

A favour? A favour that is related to the other man’s thoughts of his past. Perhaps Corki needed clarification about an event that had happened in the past? Another person to share memories with?

Whatever it was, Zilean waited patiently for the other’s response.

Days of Future Past

war-hero-corki:

ask-zilean:

At the mention of clocks his visage brightened further. “Ah, you want to see the clocks! Wonderful, wonderful. There isn’t an elevator unfortunately, but it is not far.” The man reassured.

The paralyzed Yordle groaned and pointed his index finger at Zilean “If ya tell anyone about this…” He slid out of his chair and folded it up to the size of a backpack. He slipped the straps over his shoulders and pulled himself quickly up the stairs. When he reached the top he unfolded the chair and worked his way into it. Corki laughed and looked down the stairs “Not far, huh? Ya lucky I still hold the record for fastest low-crawl at the academy.”

Corki looked around the large room and examined all the clocks. His mechanic mind was fascinated by the marvels of these clocks but his civilian mind was distraught by the reminder of how much time was left on his friends clock before they should have punched out.

"How many are even up here?" He asked, still looking all around the room.

Giving the yordle a friendly smile, he nodded. ”Many. I forget the amount. I think I counted them once but..” waving his hand dismissively, “that memory is gone. Time is such an interesting and strange thing. I used to study it, you know.” The old man rambled, fetching a cup of tea he had made for himself some minutes ago. However, upon tasting the cold contents, he realised the minutes were more like hours ago.

"For instance, the concept that at another place in the world, there is someone at a different time to you. Confounding! I don’t quite have the patience or concentration for such studies any more.” Rubbing his tired arms his expression turned sombre. “It only causes bad things anyway.”

"But anyway, how is life treating you, my fellow?"

"No one needs to know, Santa."

Days of Future Past

war-hero-corki:

ask-zilean:

"Ah. Corki. What can I do for you, my fellow." The kindly and wrinkled face furrowed in confusion as he looked upon Corki’s more serious expression. "Oh dear, I didn’t miss a match did I? Time just flies by when you don’t keep an eye on it. Tricky thing that it is".

Corki smirked and gave the time beard a few fake friendly punches “Ya didn’t miss a match, don’t worry ya old geezer.” The veteran smiled warmly and washed the serious expression from his face “I just wanna talk with ya a bit.” He looked around “There uh… There ain’t an elevator ‘round here to get up to see the clocks, is there?”

The Yordle enjoyed the time Zilean and him spent on field together. He was a powerful chrono-mage to have as an ally. They had never really spent time together just to talk, the old Yordle wanted to change that… And if the subject changed to the war… ‘No’ he thought. But then again…

"Oh good." The old man grinned once more. "Wouldn’t want to ruin my perfect record." Atleast, he thought it was perfect. There was always the possibility he had forgotten something. And that he had forgotten that he had forgotten. Oh dear, this kind of thought was tiring.

At the mention of clocks his visage brightened further. “Ah, you want to see the clocks! Wonderful, wonderful. There isn’t an elevator unfortunately, but it is not far.” The man reassured.

"Hmph."

Days of Future Past

war-hero-corki:

The old war veteran, stricken with grief, slowly rolled along a bridge within the Institutes property. It was the anniversary of the day the Screamin’ Yipsnakes members dropped to just Corki. He remembered his friends dying one by one as he floated through the air with a parachute, helpless. If only things had gone differently… If only he hadn’t taken that stupid and needless risk they would still be alive…

From the bridge, Corki could see the Institutes impressive clock tower. He spotted another older champion inside: Zilean. The pilot tugged at his mustache and formed a thought ‘What if…’ No. No, it would be wrong to mess with the natural order of time… Even if it McCann meant saving his friends?…

Corki pushed the thought out of his head and rolled himself to the base of the clock tower to chat with the old timer. He looked around and frowned “Great… Stairs.” He knocked loudly on the large wooden door hoping Zilean would hear.

The first knock indeed went unanswered. However, the second knock yielding a yell from inside, “coming, coming”. Zilean opened the door, greeting Corki with a smile, though it was difficult to see under the great mass of his beard. The ancient man was dressed in a multitude of layers to protect from the cold and, judging from the dishevelled hair, he had been taking a snooze. 

"Ah. Corki. What can I do for you, my fellow." The kindly and wrinkled face furrowed in confusion as he looked upon Corki’s more serious expression. "Oh dear, I didn’t miss a match did I? Time just flies by when you don’t keep an eye on it. Tricky thing that it is".

I’ve never seen a Zilean blog

the-crystal-scorpion:

war-hero-corki:

//Am I wrong to assume there isn’t one? I have a rp idea I’d like to write out :o

((I know there was a Zilean art blog a while ago. i don’t know if it is still active though.))

//Zil-ster is still here. He just occasionally takes long trips through time. C:

"Either that or years of researching and dabbling in highly dangerous and restricted magic. I forget which."

"Anon. Stahp."