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When I See People Appreciate Keqing Now, I'm Just:

When I see people appreciate Keqing now, I'm just:

"NOW YOU NOTICE HER???"

When I See People Appreciate Keqing Now, I'm Just:
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4 years ago

Beyond Light is tomorrow

Beyond Light is tomorrow

AND SINCE NO ONE IS BEING HAPPY ABOUT IT HAVE THIS

Beyond Light Is Tomorrow

ITS TOMORROW!!!!!


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3 years ago

I can just imagine a scenario between my YW and Lakshmi just being full of either subtle threats or *So much as mock a friend in front of me and I'll knock your head 360° like your neck is on a swivel*

One day YW is chilling in the Eliksni Wing of the HELM and is doing little puppet shows for the baby Eliksni. The puppets are made of Stasis Ice and it's pretty safe in general. Zavala and Ikora, even a little Crow being waddled around by YW as the babies giggle in glee.

Lakshmi walks in, intent on trying to convert the YW to her side, maybe to get her desired outcome for her prediction, and sees the puppet show. She stops at the railing and sees a discarded ice puppet, with a head slightly resembling her own. Lakshmi resolves to come back later.

Later, the YW is chilling in the HELM, by the table. All is calm, and then Lakshmi walks in. YW is leaning against the railing at the end looking over the city, slightly fumbling with something in their hands. Lakshmi makes it to the table and leans against it and open hers mouth.

That was a mistake.

YW immediately turns around, the yarn instead of ice puppet dropping from their hands and their hands instead grasping onto Lakshmi's collar of her robes. YW, being a Guardian, is naturally taller than Lightless Civilians, so they look menacing glaring down at Lakshmi.

YW huffs and sets her down, and retrieves the abandoned doll.

Lakshmi opens her mouth once again. "Guardian, I understand your hatred-" She stops as she noticed the doll is a little version of herself, two needles protruding from it. One in the center of the forehead, another through the heart.

YW walks towards Lakshmi and drops the doll on the table beside her, they take one step towards her and she takes one step back.

When the YW speaks, everyone listens. They rarely speak, the only ones to hear their voice are close friends. The Speaker, Zavala, Ikora, Mithrax, Crow... And Cayde-6. Their voice is usually full of resolve and is unwavering.

But if you were on the other end of it, being threatened by it, is another thing. It is cold and sharp, the resolve feeling like knifes against skin, the unwavering sending shivers down your spine. Being spoken to like this, make sure you hope someone prays that the Traveler has mercy on you, because the YW will not.

Their voice makes Lakshmi flinch in terror, her body trembling, of course she tries to repress it, but she can't help herself.

The YW, slayer of gods and kings, the doer of things impossible, is terrifying when they're angry.

Lakshmi flinches again, of course, even Uldren Sov knows this anger, he and his Barons were on the other end of it, and none survived.

YW speaks. "Lay your hands on the Eliksni with the intent to harm, and no one, not even your silly predictions, will save you from my wrath." Their voice is cold, a voice of a veteran, a chilling tone of too many horrors seen and done.

Lakshmi never returned to the HELM after that.


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