: Ask Riven
So, it seemed that Demacia's king had been murdered as a part of their uprising. Some traders had come through the village and been talking amongst themselves regarding it. She could not imagine that such actions would have done much to help them in their cause, especially with the honor bound nature of the kingdom and its nobility. Perhaps a tyrant had been slain in their eyes, but in others, it only vilified them further. Still, she thought, Demacia did not seem as well-prepared to deal with uprisings as Noxus. Perhaps something to keep in mind for the future...
: Ask Riven
Even though I've put my sword away for now, that does not mean I slack off on my training. I go for a run each morning, preceded by stretches, and another set of stretches afterward, then, I have breakfast. Shava is a good cook, and it helps to warm my appetite before a long day in the fields. In the evenings, or just before as the sun sets, I try to get away to myself, and watch the colors in the sky and clouds. I feel I've earned those moments of quiet by then. With the harvest coming soon, the fields are full of our hard work. It won't be the first time I'll be able to taste what I've helped create, but, somehow, I think this time it will taste much better...
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-08T04:05:11.628+0000) > > Bryn!! Nice summon! Farming that lottery has been insane. PS; the more I learn about fate, the more you become an Artoria-like being. Also I have this odd feeling the Artoria - Modred relationship is sorta like Kayn-Zed snort. I've turned Master into a waifu. whathaveidone I'll bug you over discord!! > > > Riven's mind was in full combat mode as the scythe-wielder came down and struck the barrier. It shifted and warbled, but held strong. As her eyes and thoughts raced to consider the situation, the pair before her seemed to lose their cohesion. They were distracted... Time to strike. > > The runes ignited and pulsed outward in an emerald wave of tumultuous energy, striking outward in all directions, and carrying enough force to stun even the toughest warriors. As the wave moved to strike the enemy before her, Riven would take action. She lifted the shard in her hand and swung, hard, advancing to attempt to deliver a fierce blow across the chest of the raven-haired man before her. The green energy seethed against Rhaast's edge as Kayn held the scythe tightly. His mind was more focused on subduing the darkin's will than striking his opponent. An assassin who wasn't aiming to take the life of his target was an assassin doomed to fail. And for Kayn, this was a three-sided battle. Riven was an experienced warrior, it was clear she would see through his conflict and capitalize the moment his mind turned to Rhaast. He felt the change in the pressure, how the shield dissolved and redirected its power. His opponent was no longer protecting herself but openly attacking him. The first mistake would be his last. He had to choose between Rhaast's victory or Riven's blow---, a decision he hatefully made. That mere fragment of time was enough to recover some sort of opportunity. Rhaast devoured whatever magic he could while Kayn parried the blow with the scythe's shaft, yet it sent him backwards, leaving trails in the ground. It hurt, even more than before, his gaze shadowed as he dropped to one knee, teeth pressed in a pained scowl. "You're merely introducing yourself, aren't you, Exiled one? I wish to see the full fury of that blade."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-13T12:00:12.976+0000) > > That mere fragment of time was enough to recover some sort of opportunity. Rhaast devoured whatever magic he could while Kayn parried the blow with the scythe's shaft, yet it sent him backwards, leaving trails in the ground. It hurt, even more than before, his gaze shadowed as he dropped to one knee, teeth pressed in a pained scowl. > > "You're merely introducing yourself, aren't you, Exiled one? I wish to see the full fury of that blade." "Why? For what purpose? Do you crave death that much?" Riven frowned as the young man seemed to sneer at her. "I know that style of combat, those techniques, and yet, at the same time, I do not. If what I sense is true, you've seen more than your fair share of death already. Why seek more?"
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-13T02:44:21.262+0000) > > As if mirroring the flickering flame within her beginning to rekindle anew, the emerald rune on her weapon glowed more fiercely. This weapon's history was well known to those of the village, across Ionia, and especially to Riven herself. But a weapon was more than just a sum of its parts, it was more than just a device of killing, of death. It was a tool, and while it could be used to unleash great atrocities, it could also be used for something more in the hands of one who knew how to use it. Her weapon was not unlike Rhaast himself, the only difference between her and Kayn's weapons, however, was that her blade had no agenda of its own... > > Kayn charged, but almost immediately, he would notice that something was amiss. The _wind_ had shifted. > > Currents of air swirled around the fallen soldier, the Exile, her amber eyes reflecting the glint of the moonlight and tufts of her silver hair rising in the breeze. The the shard in her hand began to hum, the air surrounding the area starting to vibrate, an audible crackling sound piercing the night as an arc of power jumped along the edge of the weapon. > > Instantly, four shards of the same blackstone material appeared around the woman's standing body, flashing into existence as if summoned by unnatural forces. They floated and circled, a translucent verdant barrier extending from them and enveloping Riven as the shadow ninja charged in, ready to defend against whatever blow he might have decided to aim upon her. > > "The one you want is dead. But if you seek more death, then you end here!" // This is what Fate Grand Order does to people. I swear I had replied to this when suddenly Sleepn't crosses my youtube list and I realize I had not replied only thought about the reply. UGH.me. Can't apologize enough. /shame Those brief seconds as the distances closed between them became slow with each heartbeat. His keen senses allowed him to realize the change, to understand the warrior he was facing was far more than a hushed shadow tormented by the past. He could feel it in the wind, the way it whispered as if it was one with Riven and her blade. '_Those Runes..._', Rhaast's eye narrowed as if he had just discovered a new toy. Yes, the magic which had been woven into the blade was an ancient one. Who could have been behind that spell? Devouring it was more tempting than what he had anticipated. 'Yes, I sense them', the boy's mind replied as the currents played with the black and blue bangs swaying against his cheekbones. But it was too late. The impact sent a gust in all directions, the scythe's curved edge struck the barrier, the emerald circumference blinking into existence around Riven. It was enough to hold his weight mid-air again. Athletic arms bent, allowing his face so dangerously close to the blade's edge. It could easily split it into two, separating the darkin scar from the still young human flesh. "Feed," he grinned, eyes wide, amused, sharing the same exhilaration that coursed through the weapon. Instead of fighting the current, the darkin's blade seemed to flow with it, attempting to absorb whatever magic formed the shield. "A pity it is dead." _No one mourned her, but you'll be useful to me_ "No, Rhaast, that power will serve me!" _"Us?"_ "Enough!" Whatever happened between them was enough to crack that unity that bound them. The scythe seethed in its malignant red, attempting to transform that magic into its own food, simultaneously stealing it from Kayn. His guard had been lowered.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-30T10:05:11.924+0000) > > // This is what Fate Grand Order does to people. I swear I had replied to this when suddenly Sleepn't crosses my youtube list and I realize I had not replied only thought about the reply. UGH.me. Can't apologize enough. /shame ((No problem. FGO is a time-sucker, indeed. Least I got Bryn this time around.)) Riven's mind was in full combat mode as the scythe-wielder came down and struck the barrier. It shifted and warbled, but held strong. As her eyes and thoughts raced to consider the situation, the pair before her seemed to lose their cohesion. They were distracted... Time to strike. The runes ignited and pulsed outward in an emerald wave of tumultuous energy, striking outward in all directions, and carrying enough force to stun even the toughest warriors. As the wave moved to strike the enemy before her, Riven would take action. She lifted the shard in her hand and swung, hard, advancing to attempt to deliver a fierce blow across the chest of the raven-haired man before her.
: Ask Riven
Sometimes I find myself missing the farm life. There was something calming, even pleasing, about being able to have a goal and work for it, and being able to look at the tilled fields or sowed crops and feel accomplished at your hard work. Things were simple. Then there were the times on warm days where you could slip away to have a nap in the shade, with a cool breeze lulling you into a place of deep inner reflection and calm. Noxus offers few of these things. The goals are simple, but convoluted, and there are no soft hills or haystacks to rest upon. Inner reflection brings...inner doubts. Things are certainly different, and in the end, I hope it is for the best. It has to be...
: Ask Riven
Oddly, one of the hardest things about being back in Noxus is that I find myself missing the food that Miss Konte would make. I have a selection of different types of food at the various stalls and the like, but none of them really bring the taste of home that her cooking did...
: Ask Riven
The more I've thought about things, the more I realize that as much as conflict is inevitable, even necessary, that nothing but conflict will only lead to destruction and death. Growing up as I did, conflict, and the struggle to survive through it, shaped a great deal of my life, yet, in the end, it only lead to a final wall, a hurdle I could not overcome, and my life fell apart. Only after breaking completely could I learn to take a step back, re-evaluate, and seek to build what had been broken. If Noxus only looks to conflict and conquest, eventually, it, too, will hit a wall, and with an empire like Noxus, thousands would die in that break, and even more would be forced to suffer as I did, as Ionia did. If conflict is supposed to mold you into the strongest version of yourself, what happens when you've given all you have, and in giving away a final weakness, you lose part of something that kept you strong to begin with? One way or another, this endless cycle of fighting has to come to an end... If nothing changes, I fear to think of what will happen next...
: Ask Riven
Apparently Demacia was having some kind of internal turmoil. She'd never really cared about the rival nation to Noxus since her primary conflicts had been in the various wars of expansion across the continent, and obviously in Ionia. However, the reason this had interested her was because the news was about a rebellion. Something about the magically gifted rising up against the long-held anti-magical statutes of the kingdom. It seemed that wherever one looked, they'd find someone pissed off enough about something. The world in which she lived was certainly rife with conflict, she thought...
: Ask Riven
What would she do if she were captured? The thought had run through her mind more than once since returning. An open rebellion would probably get her executed on the spot, the same thing that had happened to Quiletta Varn... For the moment, the only thing she was guilty of was desertion. That was also punishable by death, however, in her case, being the sort of high-profile warrior she had been, it was likely she'd wind up as fodder for The Fleshing. She didn't relish the idea of having to fight for her life again, but, as far as punishments went, there could be worse. And few things would give her the opportunity to show her resolve and strength to those that doubted what she had to say. There were still many uncertainties, she thought, but, at least then she'd have the ability to make the most of a bad situation...
: Ask Riven
From Ionia to Noxus, some things were oddly universal. There are always stray animals slinking about looking for handouts. Though she's fairly certain that Katarina or Ira would get upset at her if they knew she was feeding the strays, it wasn't like she was going to stop. Sometimes, even the strongest souls require a little help to see things through. The cats ate the rats, the rats ate the bugs and rotten food, and everyone got along better because of it. This was what she told herself. Besides, it was somehow reassuring to see them doing better, or having them rub casually against her legs while purring. She was definitely a cat person, she thought to herself...
: Ask Riven
Riven takes a small scrap of cooked fish from her last meal and feeds it to the small cat-like creature, giving it a soft pet about the ears. She wasn’t ever sure if these things were actually cats, or some kind of strange Ionian equivalent, but she couldn’t help but offer them something…
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001d,timestamp=2019-04-22T18:13:33.136+0000) > > "Looks like we're both already in trouble then." The Noble chuckled, hands reclaiming her own brew as she carefully obliged Riven's gestured request, slipping onto the bed next to the Exile. The sheets were mostly cooled by this point, however Katarina found with a small amount of satisfaction a lingering heat between the blankets as she tucked her feet beneath the folds. > > If you had asked her a year prior if she ever had once thought she'd be where she was now, she'd have scoffed and likely shaved your shins from your legs for speaking out of turn. However now, she couldn't help but to hide a small, pleased smile with her glass, sipping idly at the hot coffee. Katarina resisted the urge to watch Riven from the corner of her eye as she drank, only allowing her gaze to fall upon the warrior once that glass fell from her lips and was returned to the nightstand to their side. > > "How irresponsible are we talking?" She grinned in slight, eyes daring to twinkle with mischief in the candle's light. "Like I said... Since when has life for either of us ever been safe?" Riven took another sip of her coffee before setting it aside on the nightstand, and turning back to Katarina. She caught the twinkle of mischief in her eye and, rather than return it, felt a shade of pink crawl across her cheeks. She coughed somewhat and looked around, her hands and fingers suddenly being preoccupied with themselves. "W-Well... I don't know. I hadn't planned that far." She suddenly felt very awkward. She was doing just fine being half-asleep and enjoying the redhead's company, but now that she was put on the spot, it was her turn to feel a little exposed and vulnerable. "Just... I don't want you to leave me yet." She looked to Katarina, a little sheepish and unsure of how to actually put her emotions and thought into words. Words were always hard at times like this. "So...don't go. Stay with me, play hooky, at least for a little longer... Okay?" She found the smallest hint of a smile creeping into her lips as she glanced from one green eye to the other, looking for understanding. "I'm just not ready to be alone again right now."
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-18T23:20:10.225+0000) > > "Whoever you are, I give you one chance to leave this place. If you don't, then I will protect this village with all that I am." Even if that meant spilling blood again, she wouldn't let more strife befall this town, her home. The previous movements had been ominously graceful. Quick and silent cleaves, horizontal, as if he had reaped wheat instead of lives. The voices ceased after the grim thuds of bodies on the earth moist with their blood. _*A drop of carnage in the ocean of my thirst*_ The darkin's voice was cruelly pleased, but in Kayn's mind it meant nothing, it was just another thought diluted. And now the very night and shadows had frozen, slow like mercury, all stopped and concentrated in that very moment. The burst of green energy fresh like a meadow that engulfed him, split as it met the scythe's head, and surround him, energy crackling against his body, strangely painful against the corrupted flesh that formed his arm. The blast sent him backwards, flipping in the air to land, crouching at the base of the structure that formed a fountain, a memorial stone that had marked the end of the Noxian advance in that village years ago. _*There she is, the warrior of your dreams. The Poster Child of Noxus, the lie you were offered, the promise to live, fight and die for the Empire.*_ There was a cruel form of contempt in the darkin's words, he had seen it all, he had tasted it all. Each one of those memories Kayn thought buried, lost to the darkness of irrelevance. And then, the heinous voice of the darkin was heard, the abrasive words allowed to be heard to all around them. It was a disembodied sound, jarring and deep, inhuman, ancient. _*The woman of the Runic Blade. Feed her soul to me! The Sword of the Noxian Empire must have been tempered with blood! I want all of it, her victims, the massacre, the violence, each one of her crimes. Delicious!*_ "That blade embodied the pride of a nation..., and there it is, broken yet defiant before us." The confusion had shifted, the tormented remembrance swallowed, perhaps by Rhaast as their attention focus changed. "No mercy, right, Noxian?" his chin lifted, a strange mixture of that silken arrogance that teetered between cold logic and insanity. Kayn slowly rose to his feet, the upper part of his tunic tattered, but the clothes were clearly Ionian, dark silk and leather, probably a ninja. _*Destroy her, harvest her life. Be freed of your childhood dreams.*_ Until nothing was left of the human he once was. "Show me what made you worthy!" Kayn's eyes widened impossibly with a grin, the scythe was braced as he dashed toward Riven, the movement strangely graceful, like a dance ending in a flourish. The weapon and the wielder were disturbingly one.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-12T10:39:57.319+0000) > > _*The woman of the Runic Blade. Feed her soul to me! The Sword of the Noxian Empire must have been tempered with blood! I want all of it, her victims, the massacre, the violence, each one of her crimes. Delicious!*_ > > "That blade embodied the pride of a nation..., and there it is, broken yet defiant before us." The confusion had shifted, the tormented remembrance swallowed, perhaps by Rhaast as their attention focus changed. > > "No mercy, right, Noxian?" his chin lifted, a strange mixture of that silken arrogance that teetered between cold logic and insanity. > > Kayn slowly rose to his feet, the upper part of his tunic tattered, but the clothes were clearly Ionian, dark silk and leather, probably a ninja. > > _*Destroy her, harvest her life. Be freed of your childhood dreams.*_ Until nothing was left of the human he once was. > > "Show me what made you worthy!" Kayn's eyes widened impossibly with a grin, the scythe was braced as he dashed toward Riven, the movement strangely graceful, like a dance ending in a flourish. The weapon and the wielder were disturbingly one. Riven did not flinch as the strange warrior spoke, nor did she back away when the dark and ominous voice drifted between the two. Training took over, drills long since burned into her muscles and all but buried, only to resurface as she called back to them again. She hated what the blade shard she carried represented, what it had done, but there was one thing she had learned in her time here in Ionia... The past could not be destroyed. But the future, that was an unwritten book. This time, the path she forged was her own. As if mirroring the flickering flame within her beginning to rekindle anew, the emerald rune on her weapon glowed more fiercely. This weapon's history was well known to those of the village, across Ionia, and especially to Riven herself. But a weapon was more than just a sum of its parts, it was more than just a device of killing, of death. It was a tool, and while it could be used to unleash great atrocities, it could also be used for something more in the hands of one who knew how to use it. Her weapon was not unlike Rhaast himself, the only difference between her and Kayn's weapons, however, was that her blade had no agenda of its own... Kayn charged, but almost immediately, he would notice that something was amiss. The _wind_ had shifted. Currents of air swirled around the fallen soldier, the Exile, her amber eyes reflecting the glint of the moonlight and tufts of her silver hair rising in the breeze. The the shard in her hand began to hum, the air surrounding the area starting to vibrate, an audible crackling sound piercing the night as an arc of power jumped along the edge of the weapon. Instantly, four shards of the same blackstone material appeared around the woman's standing body, flashing into existence as if summoned by unnatural forces. They floated and circled, a translucent verdant barrier extending from them and enveloping Riven as the shadow ninja charged in, ready to defend against whatever blow he might have decided to aim upon her. "The one you want is dead. But if you seek more death, then you end here!"
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
Riven watched this exchange between the young man and Katarina, noting his mannerisms and tone of voice. This did not do anything to boost her confidence in the situation. She would move to take a seat next to Katarina, just in front of and to Katarina's right. She had no intention of sitting close to Katarina's sister, someone she had no real reason to trust based on prior knowledge and hearsay about her, and felt much more secure sitting next to the redhead. She busied herself with watching the servants. She was pretty certain that a family like the Du Couteau would have loyalty covered, but one could never be too sure, especially since, in some cases, Riven was still, effectively, a fugitive and a deserter. She did not let herself think for a moment she was safe and secure, merely harder to find and follow for now. Eyes could be anywhere, after all. Still, she did what she could to relax and not make herself seem too on-edge. "I assume that big meals like this aren't a usual occurrence, then?" She looked to Katarina. Somehow the idea of sitting down to family dinner seemed like something that Katarina did not do with any sort of regularity.
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be0000,timestamp=2019-03-21T00:56:54.833+0000) > And the guard appeared. _Show them_ He looked up again, his eyes widening with madness as he clutched the blade. He was in that village and he was not..., until that moonlight white hair crossed the battlefield. Kayn had seen her, somehow tearing through the obfuscated vision of the nightmare. Yet he clutched the scythe, leaping into the night sky, a crescent blow falling into the group of guards. Aiming to split as many as he could in half.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be00000000,timestamp=2019-04-16T10:50:35.369+0000) > > Kayn had seen her, somehow tearing through the obfuscated vision of the nightmare. Yet he clutched the scythe, leaping into the night sky, a crescent blow falling into the group of guards. Aiming to split as many as he could in half. _The night beckons while you dream A life never lives in peace_ The man, clearly Noxian, screamed, his voice cutting through the silence of the village and the circle of guards surrounding him at a distance. His weapon oozed an ominous aura, his features showed a hint of madness. Her hand gripped her blade. She'd stayed in this village, trying to rebuild a life away from conflict and destruction, a life filled with peace. But peace, it seemed, was still beyond her, even here. She knew if she took up her blade again as she did now, there would be little she could do to turn back down that path. A bird that spreads its wings rarely returns long to the nest... _As you stand upon the edge Woven by a single thread_ He jumped into the night, crying in anger, perhaps anguish. She needed to act. If she didn't, more lives would be lost, and this time, she'd have missed her chance to save them. Her heart pounded, her gaze flitting to the crumpled bodies and pools of red lining the small town center. She did not want to fight, but... _And fate may fall down upon you While the devil is knocking Right at your door_ Those who did not fight would fall. And she would not fall. She couldn't. The guards began to fall back, to raise their spears in defiance, only to be stunned by a shock of white hair shooting ahead, gravel kicking into the air from feet hurling a single form ahead into the blow. Her blade pulsed with emerald light as she raised it up between her and the falling boy. _So all you restless Each night you hear the drums of war Awaken, awaken The voice begins to call you while you hunger A taste of destiny you're searching for Awaken, awaken The fight is at your door, take up the cause_ A battle cry ripped through the night as a pulse of energy erupted from her and the blade, enough power thundering forth to knock the airborne boy back and away from the group of guards, even enough to stun him for a time. As the dust cleared, the guards would spy Riven standing defiantly, blade shard crackling, eyes staring fiercely back at this attacker that would so carelessly throw away the lives of these people without care for what he took. "Go." Her voice was terse, stern and controlled. "Tend to the wounded. I will deal with him." What little defiance to her words the men might have had was staunched as she turned to glance at their captain. "Please." Reluctantly, the captain would nod, and the men quickly retreated to do as they were told. They would leave this fight in her hands. Riven would then turn to regard the dark-clad assailant. "Whoever you are, I give you one chance to leave this place. If you don't, then I will protect this village with all that I am." Even if that meant spilling blood again, she wouldn't let more strife befall this town, her home.
: The woman was tempted by fate itself to hurl a vase at the retreating redhead as punishment, though her saner side told her that he would only find glee from the action. She would have missed him anyway, be it on purpose of because of the fluster, she told herself as she turned away in a huff. Davian was right however, a new thought springing up within her head as she glowered at the immaculate display; Cassiopeia had never shown herself to an outsider since her incident. The eldest Du'Couteau pursed her lips, fingers tapping at her thigh as she began to idly wander around the dinner table. How would such a thing affect her sister? What could this mean for the last remaining blood relative Katarina possessed. For a moment, she found herself in awe over the no doubt anxious step she was taking in revealing herself, however then she reminded herself that Cassiopeia was still a Du'Couteau. One did not simply bear the name without a powerful inner strength. As the woman contemplated, her sudden string of thought was interrupted by a loud announcement. Riven had arrived, and therefore so had her sister's overly stiff steward. Katarina felt her stomach churn, nervousness so unfamiliar to the woman making her lose her appetite almost immediately. However, the assassin composed herself and strode without sound in the direction of the front door. "I trust you arrived with no issue?" she would greet coolly, lounging against the wall as Damian had once her gaze fell upon the Exile. "I do hope Jenkins hasn't completely turned you away from this supper with his boring words." Her eyes were soft however as she spoke, tone bored as ever even as those emerald hues betrayed her thoughts. The nervousness reared its head once more, Katarina now hit with the worry that this would make or break what bond the duo shared. Swallowing it down, the woman smirked and turned back in the direction of the dinner. "Come in... I recommend that you make friends with the wine before you have to make friends with my sister."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=3ofbcPff,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2019-02-08T23:58:23.838+0000) > > "I trust you arrived with no issue?" she would greet coolly, lounging against the wall as Damian had once her gaze fell upon the Exile. "I do hope Jenkins hasn't completely turned you away from this supper with his boring words." > > Her eyes were soft however as she spoke, tone bored as ever even as those emerald hues betrayed her thoughts. The nervousness reared its head once more, Katarina now hit with the worry that this would make or break what bond the duo shared. Swallowing it down, the woman smirked and turned back in the direction of the dinner. > > "Come in... I recommend that you make friends with the wine before you have to make friends with my sister." Riven nodded in reply to Katarina's inquiry about the ride. It had been nothing special. She was just glad it was over. She hated feeling like she had no options, and a carriage had very few exits, even one as nice as the one she'd ridden in for the evening. "I'd rather have my wits about me for that sort of thing." She allowed herself a small smirk as Katarina seemed to have replaced Jenkins as her escort through the house. That suited her just fine. At least she was comfortable with Katarina at her side. "I don't think me presenting as drunk would do much to improve her opinion of me anyway." She felt a desire to take hold of Katarina's arm, but staunched it. For now, she opted to follow along at Katarina's side. It seemed more professional and composed that way.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001b,timestamp=2019-01-13T18:06:57.275+0000) > > "I suppose that'd make two of us," the redhead offered, pressing against Riven's arm to indicate her desire to move. As nice as this position was, being backed against the counter was beginning to be uncomfortable. "And that's a plan I like, even if it sounds like more of a fairy tale than not." > > Once free, the woman slinked idly back into the darkened bedroom, placing her brew on a nearby table to begin searching for means to light a candle. > > "So is this the part where we whisper sweet nothings to one another?" Katarina teased, the flash of a match being struck briefly illuminating her features before that small flame was lowered to the candles wick. "Or do we talk about how we can keep maintaining this new escapade?" "There's nothing that says reality can't sometimes include fantasy." Oddly enough, this was a sentiment that she'd built via her time in Ionia. Before, while she would have dreamed of being more, her goals were always set within reality, things she knew she could do. However, seeing the way that the Ionians lived their lives, she had a new perspective. Taking time to enjoy the smaller things that gave you joy was also important. There was a hope to be gained in this understanding, and it was one that caused her to hold fast to her beliefs, even now. As she spoke, she followed Katarina into the darkened room, finding it comforting. The darkness enveloped them, made her feel oddly safe and secure away from prying eyes in the way that only four solid walls could provide. As Katarina fumbled around looking for a small source of light, Riven took it upon herself to set her coffee mug on a nightstand and take a seat back on the soft, but modest bed, resting against the headboard. The flame illuminated Katarina's hair marvelously, and made her own bare skin seem to glow, slightly. "Well, doing much more than whispering them might get us into trouble, wouldn't it?" Riven gave Katarina a coy smirk. She was, if nothing else, a Noxian deserter, a crime punishable by death or life in prison. Those with combat prowess might find themselves in one of Draven's Fleshing spectacles, if they believed a good show could be made from their death. Katarina was effectively aiding in the continued freedom of a wanted criminal, and someone of her stature would likely face similar charges of treason and death should she be discovered. "But neither of us has been the type to live nice, safe lives, have we?" She sighed. The statement was rhetorical in nature, but still, she knew they'd have to figure that out at some point. She just didn't want to ruin this moment by getting all gloomy over what should have been _their_ time. To emphasize this, she softly patted the bed next to her, indicating for Katarina to join her, and took another sip of her coffee, glancing over the rim coyly at the redhead. "Now, come over here and be irresponsible with me."
: *a letter would find itself into the exiles hands, floated in from the wind. the letter itself was wrapped in a large leaf only found in the hard forests of freliord with a simple twine wrapped around the outside if the lady would open the letter she would see* To, the exile of noxus hello, i am a fellow wanderer , although you seem to have found a home, i will make this brief, what drives you, and how have you found a home that accepts you for who you are? From the immortal wanderer, drogon *she would see as she read the letter the ink would be scratched trough in places and blobbed in others like the writer had tried to write the letter many times* https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sfwNVwb3KzLxuvyCWUAOejRefabuSY3I7z4nuSOwzvk/edit
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00c0,timestamp=2019-03-24T04:43:04.842+0000) > > > To, the exile of noxus > > hello, i am a fellow wanderer , although you seem to have found a home, i will make this brief, what drives you, and how have you found a home that accepts you for who you are? > > From the immortal wanderer, drogon Drogon, What drives me is redemption, not just for myself, but for the things that Noxus has done. Those who were lost give me strength, and for them, I can't bare the thought of backing down. As for a home that accepts me, that I'm not so sure. I don't think they truly accept me beyond the Kontes, but, I suppose being willing to work to learn from your mistakes, and grow from them, can go a long way. Riven
Ask Kayn (NA)
: // gief me that epic The village was progressively becoming more and more quiet, just as the lights in the cottages dimmed. Darkness fell with the gentle color of the night. But there was a shadow obscuring the peaceful landscape. The ninja stood alone in the heart of the village. _Well, we're here._ The boy's claw tightened around the scythe's snath, the blackened flesh incapable of transpiring any human feeling. _Is there doubt in your grip?_ "I'm choosing a target." A true assassin kills to save many. Zed's words still haunted him like invisible bindings around his wrist. _Do it, Kayn. I'm thirsty._ The voice kept spurring him, gnawing at his mind with vicious teeth. his world had melted into darkness. Until there was a voice, terrified. A middle-aged man stood before Kayn, his face pale with fear. He didn't see a ninja, an acolyte of the shadow but instead a monstrosity. and his fear was rewarded as blood spilled in all directions, the boy's cheek was stained with fresh crimson. _Yes, yes! Let blood call forth your next challenge!_ The man was the first one, followed by another lonely soul hurrying to return home. Screams soon spread across the village, chaos and confusion as shadows became enemies of life. Soon, it all stopped. Kayn stood alone in the middle of a pitiful battlefield.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00be,timestamp=2019-03-08T15:50:35.591+0000) > > Soon, it all stopped. Kayn stood alone in the middle of a pitiful battlefield. It didn't take long for the village guard to act, and they were not so ill-prepared as the civilians. They had faced the horrors of the war already, and were no strangers to watching their environment. Luckily, Kayn had not managed to kill more than a small handful of the villagers before the guard was already handling the situation. They dared not attack him head on, but instead, acted to defend themselves and those around them from his assaults. Of course, trained as they were, they wouldn't be able to hold long against the power of a Darkin weapon. Riven had just sat down and started to enjoy a homecooked meal when the screams began. She stood immediately, looking back and forth to her adoptive family, and to the sounds beyond. Her eyes betrayed worry, hesitation. Did she stay to protect them, or did she go to fight the invaders herself? Softly, she felt the hands of Asa and Shava Konte take hold of her clenched fist, and they smiled. "Go, Dyeda. We have survived one war, we shall survive again. But they need you, now." Riven placed her free hand on top of theirs for a moment before nodding, and turning to head to the door. She paused once more, again, hesitating as her hand hovered over the blade's handle that had been placed near the door, just in case, she had thought, but never intended to use it again. Every moment she waited, more strife would come to these people. Though reluctant, she grasped the weapon, and bolted out the door, heading into the sounds of death. She arrived to a few dead bodies, her heart sinking and twisting at the sight. Just a few days ago she had helped one of them build a small paddock for their livestock. Her guilt, however, turned to anger as she spied the guards surrounding a dark figure with an enormous weapon of some kind. She was not responsible for these deaths. Their blood was not on her hands, nor on her blade. The guards took notice of her, and though they were still reluctant to accept her, they understood her help would be needed here, whether they liked it or not...
: Ask Riven
She can't help but feel guilty, even if she knows it isn't her fault. She was just walking back from gathering more feed for the oxen when she spotted them. Several children were playing in the field beyond, as they often did, but this time, instead of swinging around wooden blades and sticks, a glint of something caught her eye. When she turned to look, a rusted blade was in their hands, one recognizable as one forged in the fires of Krexor. She dropped the feed and ran over to them, taking the blade away and telling the children that such a thing was not a toy, not something to be played with or swung around so carelessly. The harsh criticisms of the guards patrolling the road, however, cut her deeply, as they reminded her that she understood the seriousness of such a thing far more than the children knew. She'd gritted her teeth, then, walking back to the forgotten feed and handing the damaged blade to the patrol, telling them to destroy it. Even as the children's voices fade into the distance, and the heavy footfalls of the guards are left behind, she still feels as if more weight has been placed upon her shoulders. With a frown, she reminds herself that there is still much work to be done here, starting with the fields, and the hungry oxen back home...
: Ask Riven
--- Riven walked along, holding the plow to the ground. It was warm out today. With a sigh, she wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. Soon enough the rains would come, and bathe the land in quiet, cool drops of refreshing bliss. She remembered the way the air changed after a storm on the mountainsides of Trevale, the sweet, thick scent that seemed to wash over everything. In a way, it reminded her that through the darkest barren dirt, sometimes new things could grow. However, the crop that had come before would never come again. It was gone, like so many other things. As much as the world around her seemed to move on...she herself seemed to be stuck, always, with that old harvest. She wondered, silently, as she stopped and turned the ox to reset the plow for another pass, if that was her fate. As much as she kept moving, putting one foot in front of the other, tried to reforge what was broken, part of her would always be on that field. At least it gave her perspective on the future, she mused. Some things were gone, never to return...such was the way of life. And cruel though it might be, she had no choice but to keep moving. In the end, she owed them that much, even if she knew not where she was going...
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
Riven was not used to such formality. There wasn't anything like that for her when she served in the Legion, even as a commanding officer. It made her feel terribly out of place. This finery, this life, it was Katarina's life, not hers. The way the butler, Jenkins, had spoken about the youngest sister of Katarina's made her dread this meeting even more. Noxian nobility rolling out the carpet for her? It was awkward to say the least of things. And him referring to her as Katarina's suitor? She wasn't comfortable with such labels. What she felt for Katarina was...difficult to quantify, hard to give a name. There was affection, care, a longing, not unlike what she felt for her adoptive Ionian parents, but stronger, more primal, and yet more matured. Still, having everyone make such a fuss over it made her uneasy, as did just about everything about this. She was pulled from her thoughts as the carriage stopped and she was made to exit at the behest of Jenkins. She did as was expected, feeling horribly under-dressed compared to the normal standards of such a place. But, what was she to do? She had no currency for anything else, and it wasn't exactly like she had a sense of fashion anyway. Functionality had always been her biggest concern, not appearance. Again, she tried to quiet her nerves, reminding herself that all this was for the sake of Katarina, and perhaps the goals that she had set for herself of reforging Noxus. This was not about her, it was for things greater than herself. As a result, she would exit, perform a traditional Noxian Legionary salute, and stand at ease, waiting for Jenkins to lead her to wherever she was to go. She just hoped this evening went as smoothly as the carriage ride.
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
Riven would, as suggested, enter and take a seat in the carriage. There was little else for her to do, save wait, more or less alone with her thoughts on things. This, as it turned out, was a great way for her to find herself nervous. She knew nothing about this whole deal, other than Katarina's sister had arranged it. She still didn't know what to expect, having not ever truly seen the woman outside of rumors and supposed appearances at the behest of high-ranking officers in the Legion. She sighed, a reset for her mind, and stilled her fingers, which had taken to messing about with themselves. "So... What is her younger sister like?" She asked of the man that had gathered her.
: Ask Riven
There are times she misses the silence of things that Ionia had to offer. Having found herself back in the land of her birth, it was strange, almost, to consider it somehow grating. But the sounds of daily life in the city made it hard for her to focus, and left her feeling on edge. Perhaps this was for the best, as she was certainly a figure that would be hunted by those in power. Her being alert only made her less likely to be found. However, such alertness was taxing, and she did not enjoy the sense of paranoia. At least in Ionia, her mind had been allowed to ease after her trial. The quiet of the breeze through the trees, the rattle of the halter and harness as the plow was moved through the fields, the damp earth seeping through her fingertips, the warm way the Konte's had called to her, she missed these things greatly when surrounded by the massive, ancient figures of the city that held the empire's name. But she knew that her conscience would not rest until she had done something to right what had been wronged. Smiling faces in Ionia did not prevent the sadness of others elsewhere. Ionia could happen again, anywhere, so long as Noxus continued on its path of everlasting conquest and brutality. And that was why she was here, to give those that had died, those who were lost, on both sides, the peace they deserved. And for that, she thought, a little paranoia was well worth it...
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000019,timestamp=2018-11-27T22:51:31.500+0000) > Katarina offered a playful nip to Riven's neck then, mischief glimmering in her eyes before she suddenly turned around in the Exile's grasp. Claiming her mug, the noble brought the steaming brew to her lips and sipped loudly, finally reveling in the flavor of her coffee. She took hers black, the bitter taste more than enough to push away the last tendrils of grogginess; she wondered then just how long the duo could get away with lingering in the bar. Stealing one more sip, Katarina braced herself to ask the one question she didn't want. > > "So when will you be leaving? Today at least..." "I haven't planned that far." She sighed, still holding the redhead captive in her grasp. This was...nice, to not have to think through everything, to always plan ahead. This was something she really hoped she'd be able to do more often moving forward. "I haven't really planned any of this." She felt Katarina tense before she spoke, and knew that she didn't want her to leave anymore than Riven wanted to. Life would tear them apart eventually. Or duty, responsibilities...it was always something. Even back then it was always some mission, a meeting with command, things to be discussed behind closed doors. "Why don't we just see how long it takes before things drag us back to reality...?" She closed her eyes and hung more heavily on Katarina's shoulder. They could afford to play hooky a little while longer, right? At least it gave her an excuse to forget about the world outside for a bit, and focus on things inside and nearby.
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
The quiet woman in the corner had heard from Katarina that someone matching the description of the man would come looking for her. He stuck out like a sore thumb, alright. Definitely didn't belong here. As she overheard him order a beverage for her, she sighed, and rose. That was to be her signal. After all, anyone who knew Riven knew that she didn't drink anything alcoholic unless it was to stand on ceremony. "It's alright, Ira..." Riven would move to the bar beside the man, doing her best to ease the barkeep's suspicions. "He's who I was waiting for." She'd keep her cloak up, hiding her more telling features, and look the the man dressed in finery. "I'm ready to go when you are. The less time we dally here the less time it'll take for people to recognize me, or realize you don't belong in this part of town."
: Ask Riven
Riven was never a fan of waiting. Waiting for the dinner invitation to go through only made her more nervous. Too much waiting gave her too much time with her own thoughts. At least while she was doing something, it felt like she was making progress. Sitting on her heels and hands simply served to make her itchy. Still, though, she was patient. And as much as she hated waiting, some things were worth waiting for.
: [A woman, black hair clipped short](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x1rsU6FRBBEhS3xn_1zK7cxdE2Thvw_xgKPD4dR-ax8/edit), grinned from her perch as clear blue eyes observed Riven from the night time shadows. With she and her sister sent out on a mission to find this woman early in the night, there was a small amount of satisfaction to be had from learning that she had found their mark before dearest Morgyn. Darya observed for only a moment longer before making herself known, dropping from her place of observation and nearly sauntering up to the warrior in question. Smiling wide, the woman cocked her head slightly to the side as she visibly looked Riven up and down, curiosity dripping from her features. Yes, this was in fact her mark. "So you're Riven. The Poster Child. Exile. For some reason, the captor of my Mistress," she drawled, fingers producing a simple parchment from her belt. Darya held out the message clasped loosely between two fingers as she kept up her smile. "Never thought I'd meet more than one legend in my life. Hope to see you there in a few days time; I know Lady Katarina is. Oh, and if my sister finds you tonight, tell her that Peace always comes before Quiet." With that, the assassin turned on her heel, melting into the shadows with a familiar motion as she left Riven to read the missive in peace. >My sister knows. Rest assured, she was nothing but supportive. Enthusiastic in the way that only she can be. That said, she's insisting that you arrive in three days time to the estate, six bells past midday. She told me to tell you not to be late. >I can gather you if necessary, however if you feel as though you can reach my home on your own, undetected, let whoever finds you second of the two sisters know what you've decided. > Yours, >K
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00b7,timestamp=2018-11-11T18:24:37.308+0000) > > [A woman, black hair clipped short](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x1rsU6FRBBEhS3xn_1zK7cxdE2Thvw_xgKPD4dR-ax8/edit), grinned from her perch as clear blue eyes observed Riven from the night time shadows. With she and her sister sent out on a mission to find this woman early in the night, there was a small amount of satisfaction to be had from learning that she had found their mark before dearest Morgyn. > > Darya observed for only a moment longer before making herself known, dropping from her place of observation and nearly sauntering up to the warrior in question. Smiling wide, the woman cocked her head slightly to the side as she visibly looked Riven up and down, curiosity dripping from her features. Yes, this was in fact her mark. > > "So you're Riven. The Poster Child. Exile. For some reason, the captor of my Mistress," she drawled, fingers producing a simple parchment from her belt. Darya held out the message clasped loosely between two fingers as she kept up her smile. "Never thought I'd meet more than one legend in my life. Hope to see you there in a few days time; I know Lady Katarina is. Oh, and if my sister finds you tonight, tell her that Peace always comes before Quiet." > > With that, the assassin turned on her heel, melting into the shadows with a familiar motion as she left Riven to read the missive in peace. Riven didn't spare words for the woman. The way she spoke and carried herself spoke enough about who she worked for that she didn't have to question anything. She had clearly learned from House DuCouteau, and if not the late master, then the current head. She certainly didn't move like the gutter rat did. She was far more fluid. When her attention turned to the parchment, her visitor melting into the shadows from whence she came, she frowned, if only because she had hoped to keep their relationship, or whatever this was, a secret for a while longer, something to keep just between them. That, and she wasn't terribly sure she'd be able to trust the youngest sister. If rumors were true, she had a habit of getting around. Though she was unsure if Cassiopeia would turn in her sister if it meant gaining reputation for herself among the Trifarix. Then again, if the other rumors were true, it would also mean she'd be betraying her own sister to those responsible for their father's death. Regardless, Riven already knew she could manage to get to the estate without much trouble. After all, Noxus wasn't exactly looking for her after the war. Why would they start now? All they had were rumors of her appearance in the southern territories, and nothing more than that. Still, she'd be on the lookout for crows or ravens in places they shouldn't be...
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000017,timestamp=2018-11-11T18:32:55.620+0000) > > Katarina listened with a brow lifted, eyes locked to Riven as she absorbed her message. Her own coffee had thus far remained untouched, however the assassin found that she didn't want it, not until Riven had finished. By the time she had, a slight frown had formed upon her features, eyes narrowing. > > Riven didn't truly feel as though this was home. Perhaps it was time for Katarina to show her that it could be. > > Without the same tentative nature as had been expressed before, lips pressed suddenly against Riven's own firmly. Arms draped lazily around the Exile's hips as their connection turned softer, though that shouldn't say it didn't carry the weight of Katarina's intensity. Hard kissed turned soft, but needy they remained as Katarina stole as many as she liked. > > Nearly breathless was she when the noble would finally pull away, a smile on her face as eyes locked to Riven's own. > > "What happens now? Well... We _live a little."_ "While we can?" Riven answered Katarina with a small smile on her face as well, after returning her own handful of kisses. Her gaze was gentle, soft, compared to the usual hardness and million-mile stare she usually carried. In a way, it was an alien feeling to see on her face, although, that expression would speak volumes to Katarina about just how comfortable and at ease the woman before her seemed to be. "There are some things I might not find familiar and comforting here any longer, but you..." She lifted a hand to wrap fingers around the back of Katarina's neck and pull the two of them close so she could lean her forehead against the redhead's. "...You are something that truly reminds me of what home should feel like, no matter where I might find myself." The same affection that Riven felt from her Ionian guardians she felt emanating even more radiantly in Katarina. "With you, it's easy to remember to live every moment, because they might never come again, and... I want to remember them all."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000015,timestamp=2018-10-28T17:54:53.793+0000) > > "Morning," Katarina replied cooly, freezing in her motions as she took that same moment to revel in the sensation of contact. However, despite how she longed to prolong those few seconds, Katarina was... Katarina. > > Even now it was difficult to express certain things. > > "You're not going sappy on me are you?" The assassin inquired, realizing that she had frozen in place, even sank into Riven's embrace for more than just a few seconds. The woman suddenly resumed her task of preparing the brew, which thankfully didn't drive her from Riven's arms though it busied her own. "Because if you are I might have to kill you." "Shut up. You've no right to complain." Riven scoffed and continued to cling to Katarina even as she protested. It seemed the redhead was still fairly set in her ways, even after everything that had transpired the previous night. Even though some barriers had been broken, others would take more time, it seemed. That meant Riven wound just have to try harder. "You make a good resting place, even if you're stiff as a board. Keep this up and I might have to get you to loosen up again." The Exile prodded Katarina's cheek with a finger and lifted a hand into view so Katarina could see her wiggle her fingers. Katarina couldn't see her smirk either. > A small smile, perhaps remaining unseen from the Exile while Katarina turned, face turning slack as emerald met amber. > > "Coffee?" "Please." She took the offered beverage and took a sip, letting the taste settle. She sighed and returned Katarina's gaze. "Been a long time since I've had that. I'm not sure if I could call it a pleasantly familiar taste or not." She lowered her eyes into the cup and watched the dark liquid swirl. "A lot of things happened with the aftertaste of this in my mouth, some good, others..." She trailed off, quickly downing the rest of the cup before her thoughts had time to finish manifesting themselves and sighed, returning the cup to the small kitchen counter. "All I can say is that it doesn't taste like home anymore, not after having Em-ai's tea each morning." In a lot of ways, Riven's idea of home had changed considerably. "But that doesn't mean it's any less of a morning kick." There was something of an awkward silence that followed after that statement, until Riven finally spoke up again. "So, what now?"
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000013,timestamp=2018-10-12T18:28:36.696+0000) > > Mind fluttering back to the Exile beside her, fingers lifted, hesitant at first until they couldn't help but to ghost over the exposed skin of Riven's slumbering shoulder. They trailed nearly down to her hand before pulling away, the assassin slipping from the bed quietly before she stalked to the door. It was silent as she opened it, greased as Ira had always hated the grating, squeaky sound and Katarina found herself thankful for it as the door closed behind her. > > Her heart was pounding yet again, the night replaying over and over in her head despite how nonchalantly she had taken to the kitchen, preparing to brew a scalding morning drink. She hadn't bothered with clothing, had been seen nearly naked already by Ira and knew that Riven likely didn't care. She wondered then if Riven still enjoyed this brew. > > Katarina didn't often partake in coffee, but as her memory imparted each and every sensation to her, both physically and emotionally.... Coffee was definitely on the menu. _The only thing on the menu,_ as the woman smirked to herself, ignoring the idea of preparing breakfast to dwell instead on the woman in the other room and what she meant. The Exile shifted in her sleep as the noble's fingers trailed along her skin. These arms told a story, and as Katarina's hand slipped down the skin and muscle of Riven's shoulder, it was like reading a book. Scars were present along her body from countless encounters with blades, arrows, and many other weapons of war. They traced out a history of conflict and difficulty. However, what might draw the emerald gaze of the redhead might be how strangely calm Riven looked when she was sleeping. Gone were the creases of worry and seriousness from her brow, missing were the telltale lines of a scowl or frown from her lips, and even her hair, which had always been so carefully kept short and tied behind her was left to splay haphazardly across the pillow. Her breast rose and fell slowly in a gentle pattern with her breathing, and her lips parted ever so slightly before she stirred and adjusted her position as the bed lost its other occupant to her morning routine. Later, Riven awoke in the dark, her eyes struggling to focus as she groaned and pulled herself into a sitting position on the bed, sheets falling away from her as she examined where she was. At first, she was a little nervous, not recognizing the room, but that feeling eased as memories of the prior evening returned, and she recalled where she was. She turned to the empty space next to her in the bed, and frowned, a hand reaching out to touch the void of moved sheets and blankets before a small feeling of relief washed over her at feeling there was still a lingering warmth to them. If they'd been cold... She shook such thoughts from her mind and stretched, extending her arms and rolling her shoulders, joints popping in protest. After a yawn and another stretch, Riven slid herself from the sheets and placed her feet upon the floor, still sitting on her side of the bed, and then rose, carefully walking along the length of the room and searching for her undergarments in the blue light of morning creeping under the door. She found them right where she'd left them, stepped into them, and walked to the door, opening it and greeting the room in front of her. The scent of hot coffee hit her hard. It had been so very long since she'd had it that she'd almost forgotten about it. Truth be told, she'd grown used to the taste of the various types and varieties of tea that Ionia had to offer, and, perhaps, had even come to prefer it over the heavy taste of the black drink. However, the aroma and the vision of pale skin, lithe muscle, and red hair that greeted her was a surprise, and she found herself just...staring, burning the image, the smells, the sensations and sounds of the moment into her mind. A warmth rose to her chest, and slightly to her cheeks, as she sighed, closing her eyes in a long blink as she closed the door behind her for the moment, and walked over to join Katarina. Without saying a word, she slipped her arms and hands to either side of Katarina's torso and leaned her chin and head against her shoulder, wrapping the other woman in a calm embrace and sleepily closing her eyes, silently reveling in the unspoken enjoyment of the physical sensation of being close to someone she trusted entirely and completely. After a moment of pause, she spoke, eyes still closed. "Mmm... Morning."
: Ask Riven
There's more to strength than simply having muscle. Before she found her way to the small farm, her wits were what kept her alive the most. Every challenge was analyzed, every facet considered. Her early years on the fields of Trevale gave her strength, molded her physical form and mind into one as strong and as stubborn as the rocky hillsides where she grew up. But even still, it was her ability to push onward, endure, and overcome each challenge set before her that made her unique, and caused her to rise through the ranks of the Noxian Legion.
: Ask Riven
The Exile works long, hard hours on the farm of her adoptive parents. Though the guilt has waned somewhat, those around her still eye her with a mix of wariness and scorn. However, with each hard day, the looks change and shift, and slowly, steadily, she sees looks of appreciation and thanks for the small tasks she does around the village.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00b30000,timestamp=2018-06-24T01:46:39.731+0000) > > I've always had a family, of a sort, either on the farm or in the Legion. But having someone to call a mother, and someone to call a father, is a new experience...and one that I enjoy. However, I can't help but feel a nagging feeling that my destiny still lies beyond the fields of Ionia... Dear Riven, Feel a nagging feeling? Why is tho it’s not like your going to do it for the rest of your life. Besides it’s better than be put in the prison and not about to see love ones and nature again. By the way Riven has yauso stop by lately? I heard he give up wanting to draw his sword against you. -your biggest fan
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00b300000000,timestamp=2018-06-26T18:41:11.941+0000) > > Dear Riven, > > > Feel a nagging feeling? Why is tho it’s not like your going to do it for the rest of your life. Besides it’s better than be put in the prison and not about to see love ones and nature again. By the way Riven has yauso stop by lately? I heard he give up wanting to draw his sword against you. > > > -your biggest fan I've not seen the swordsman for some time, and I do not care to either. My thoughts are of Em-ai and Fa-ir, of seeing the people learn to accept me for who I am and have become, not who I was. I can't worry about one wandering blade. Riven
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000011,timestamp=2018-08-17T16:59:02.106+0000) > > _____ > > "I'll not have my bartender ruin this moment; her shift will be over eventually," she would finally speak, a certain flush that matched Riven's own visible on her own skin. "She keeps a second room for me, for when I need a place to go but refuse braving the sewers for a safe house. Hopefully, the sheets aren't still a bloody mess..." > > The woman offered a sheepish smile before shifting already to make her way to the other room, offering a hand to Riven after she had risen. There was a light to her eyes that she never knew could exist within herself, a woman who had been born to take. Yet, it shone brightly and there was a certain hope behind them as she had her hand outstretched, one that seemed to overcome the stresses in her mind that she'd mulled over for nearly the entire night. > > "The last time I used it was post duel... But Ira's usually good about keeping things tidy... Come with me?" As it turned out, Katarina was a surprisingly soft kisser. This was not something Riven would have thought to associate with the redhead until this moment. Then again, she wouldn't have thought to associate a good number of things with Katarina until recently. Riven wondered if maybe Katarina was simply being soft because she knew how difficult it was for her to trust people or get close to them. A life of constant conflict made trust difficult, but Katarina had more than earned Riven's trust, and affection, at this point. There was a simple honesty in her touches, her words, and her eyes that spoke volumes of her true intentions and feelings, and it made Riven's chest warm and feel light with tingling heat. It was a pleasant, if new, feeling. At Katarina's invitation, Riven would stand and reach out to take hold of the offered hand. Truth be told, she wasn't sure where that decision would take her, or Katarina. All of this was new to her, all of it scary, all of it questions and uncertainty. But if there was anyone in the world right now that she felt safe with in all of Noxus, it was Katarina DuCouteau. No matter what transpired this night, whatever form the evening took from this point onward, she would do her best to be strong, and to place her trust, and her feelings, in the person whose hand she now held...
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000f,timestamp=2018-08-01T18:48:04.266+0000) > >"Me too," was all she could whisper, voice tight as she struggled with emotions beyond her comprehension. Arms still held Riven tight as Katarina all but curled around her. She wanted to protect this woman with all she had, however the nagging voice at the back of her head kept whispering all that she didn't want to hear. One day, she knew, she might not be able to. > > "..... I.... Thank you... For seeing me tonight," her grip finally loosened, though with eyes still shut and cheek still against the warrior's, Katarina sighed once more. With that shaking and uncharacteristically feeble breath, emotions that flooded her were confessed perhaps more truly than her words could ever be capable of. "...... I needed this." "Me too..." Riven pressed her cheek against Katarina's and shivered slightly in comfort. Her heart was beating so fast, and she could not for the life of her figure out why. This was different than what she'd felt when Asa and Shava had embraced her after her trial. This was entirely new. Her body felt simultaneously like it was on fire, and yet also somehow cold, with goosebumps occasionally washing across her skin. What was it that Katarina had done before? Was this also how she felt when she had -- ...? Katarina wouldn't be able to see it since her eyes were closed, but she'd slowly be able to feel the Exile's head turn against hers, and then, she'd feel the softest and most delicate sensation of Riven's lips glide gently over her cheek, before she pressed them against her in a soft kiss. "I...I think I understand now..." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper in Katarina's ear. "...I understand how you felt. ...Why you did that before." She swallowed, her own breath shaky from uncertainty, unfamiliarity, even from fear as she felt overwhelmed by all this newness and unexplored territory. "I... I wasn't ready to accept everything that it meant then. I don't think I really understood it all, even now I don't, but..." She looked to the redhead, a faint flush of pink across her tanned cheeks. "But now...I think I am."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000d,timestamp=2018-07-29T23:00:38.458+0000) > > _____ > > As much as she relaxed into the Exile, as much as she wished to comply with Riven's request that she be here, fully, only with her... Her mind soon began to wander and dark thoughts wormed their way into her comfort. She chewed her lips to avoid speaking them, sighing softly as her arms only wrapped tighter around the warrior. > > ".... I don't think this can happen with frequency," she would finally speak, only the slightest difference in her tones as an indicator that she felt remorse over the fact. It was less than the tip of the iceberg concerning the thoughts that swam in her head but ultimately, she felt that they needed to be spoken. > > "You know that right?" "I know, but that won't stop me from wanting all those things I talked about." Riven sighed and just sat with her. She knew that Katarina's position would prevent much interaction coming from whatever this was. But that wouldn't stop her from wanting to pursue it. Here in a land that had once seemed so normal and welcoming, that now contained only worry, strife, and broken dreams and ideals, here, she could find some small comfort in the arms of the person beside her. A part of her asked herself if it was selfish. She didn't think that question would ever fade from her subconscious mind. After all the lives she'd taken, all the sins she'd committed, all the things she'd done without so much as a second thought... Did she deserve even the smallest iota of happiness or joy? The sudden onset of realization had wracked her to the core, torn her apart, burned her alive. Every fiber of her being had been marked by her guilt over her actions. In a way, it was a bigger burden than the sentencing of the Ionian court. That was a blessing compared to her own remorse. And yet, in spite of it all, Asa and Shava had embraced her as their daughter. Even after learning the truth of what she was, what she'd done, they gave her a chance to live, to rebuild. They had given her what so many Ionians had yet to give her, and what so many Noxians would almost surely never give: forgiveness. If those two, themselves having lost a son to the war, someone she might have even killed herself that night on the field, could find it in their hearts to forgive her, maybe she could learn to try and forgive herself, forgive her ignorance. And with Katarina at her side like this, somehow, someway, that seemed just a little easier. "For all I've lost...I'm...happy that I have you..."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2018-07-12T16:29:44.195+0000) > > "I'll... Try," she offered finally in return, voice quiet though as it always did, it failed to contain gentleness. There was no way, the Noble knew, that she could quiet her mind as Riven requested, not without a small confession of her own. > > "I've... I don't really know how to do... _This._ It's nice, I mean I enjoy it but I've- - the only time I've been in _any way_ close with anybody was if murder was on the agenda.." > > Her fingers twitched against Riven's heart as her own began to thump harder. A lump in her throat seemed to have formed, the concept of honesty regarding her feelings even to Riven already being rejected. Katarina swallowed hard and kept her eyes shut, failing to notice how she now properly leaned her chin and cheek against the warrior. > > "... But as best as I can, I'm here too." "It's alright... I'm just as clueless as you are." Riven huffed in a soft chuckle as she felt Katarina snuggle into her embrace, and she sighed contentedly. "So, let's just sort of feel things out as this goes along." There was a quiet acceptance in Riven's voice as she spoke. "We can see where this goes together." She slipped her hands away from Katarina's and shifted to simply lean against the other woman. "I trust you to do your best with this, same as anything else you do. And, I'd expect you to think the same for me. That's all we can ask of each other, or of anyone."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009,timestamp=2018-06-18T17:12:47.526+0000) > > Katarina had no words to offer as Riven continued, struggled with herself and looked to her for comfort, for- - something. And so she offered the first thing that came to mind, as impulsive and potentially stupid as it was. Leaning forward after more than just a couple moments, the woman softly pressed her lips to Riven's forehead, the hand that was not claimed by the Exile rising to cup her cheek. > > Her lips lingered, their touch so soft the kiss could have never existed, as her hand began to tug Riven in. Katarina pulled away, but arms urged Riven to lean against her, to let them encircle the woman who had just offered Katarina something so sacred: her honesty. > > _"... So come here... Be near me then,"_ she managed to rasp, voice unable to convey true softness despite the emotions that welled within. She still didn't know what it was that she felt after hearing Riven's words. However, it was good, whatever it was. As Katarina pulled away from the tender display of affection on Riven's forehead, she'd see a warm set of amber eyes looking up at her. They darted back and forth between Katarina's own as she spoke, her expression gentle, and only somewhat shaped by her thoughts as she tried to understand what was being conveyed this time. Did Katarina understand what she'd meant by everything? Honestly, Riven wasn't completely sure, but as the redhead pulled away and finally spoke, as Riven felt her pulling her in, she understood enough, and a feeling of warmth flowed through her body from her chest. Riven didn't say anything in reply. Instead, she drew close to Katarina, letting out a soft and shaky sigh as her hands slipped around Katarina's midsection and her face buried itself in Katarina's neck and shoulder. Fingers gripped against Katarina as Riven held her, and allowed herself to be held. It was the first time she'd felt comfort like this since she left Ionia and the fields of Asa and Shava's farm. However, their embrace of her after her sentencing couldn't compare to the way that she gathered Katarina in her arms, felt the warmth of the redhead's skin against her own, breathed in the scent of her company, and the pure contentment that radiated from every pore of her being. It had been so long since she had opened up her heart to anyone of her own volition. In Ionia it had been both forced at her trial, and then in gratitude and acceptance with Asa and Shava. But this, this was completely different. For perhaps the first time, a hole in her heart had been filled. "...I'm here..." Her voice was gentle, barely above a whisper, and as tender as Katarina's lips had been against her forehead. Those words carried so many things. She had come back to Noxus after leaving Ionia, she had come back to stay at Katarina's side for, at the very least, this evening, her mind was not elsewhere or on other things, it was here with her. And as she spoke, her hand softly gripped Katarina's fingers, and pressed the other woman's palm gently against her chest and over her heart. "No more worries... No more questions. No more ifs or ands or buts." Riven's palm pressed firmly atop Katarina's, so strongly the redhead would surely be able to feel her heartbeat through the fabric of her white tunic. "I'm here, with you." She spoke the words into Katarina's neck and ear, softly and warmly. "So leave the outside world outside, and stay with me..."
: Dear Riven, So Riven how’s it feel to have a family now, also How’s your work in the field? -your biggest fan
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00b3,timestamp=2018-06-20T21:07:59.438+0000) > > Dear Riven, > > > So Riven how’s it feel to have a family now, also How’s your work in the field? > > -your biggest fan I've always had a family, of a sort, either on the farm or in the Legion. But having someone to call a mother, and someone to call a father, is a new experience...and one that I enjoy. However, I can't help but feel a nagging feeling that my destiny still lies beyond the fields of Ionia...
TwiliZoe (NA)
: ((Hey! Are you still here!? I want to play!))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QmyssnzR,comment-id=00b2,timestamp=2018-06-19T02:08:11.435+0000) > > ((Hey! Are you still here!? I want to play!)) ((Yes, I'm here. And I'm happy to play with our resident trickster!))
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000007,timestamp=2018-06-07T17:45:36.235+0000) > > ".... What is this?" she would finally ask, voice strong but lacking it's usual edge. Fingers offered Riven's muscles a firm squeeze with her question, the motion shifting as she then trailed her fingertips idly down the woman's back. "Is this... Just a way for you to make a friend feel relaxed?" > > "Or is it something _more?"_ > > Blinking hard with the question that had been stewing within her mind for what felt like ages this night, Katarina let loose a soft sigh as determined hands got to work. An attempt to mask the way she now listened for Riven's _any_ word, an attempt to distract herself from her own nerves. Even through the callouses on her hands, it was easy to locate the knots that stretched from Riven's neck to the small of her back; choosing to work from the top down, digits settled at the base of her neck and began to press with a circular motion at the muscle. The silence was deafening. For a short time, Riven didn't even seem to react to Katarina's inexperienced massage technique on her sore muscles. Despite her sip of liquid courage, butterflies of anxiety would almost certainly rise in the assassin's stomach. Until, a hand atop her hand would almost certainly give the redhead pause. It wasn't firm, but almost calm, soft. She easily could have shrugged it off of her if she'd chosen to do so, but...would she? Riven continued to face away from Katarina for the moment. Maybe she was taking a page from Katarina's book... "This..." Her voice was quiet, only slightly above a voiced whisper. "This is me." The grip on the redhead's fingers would squeeze slightly, almost hesitantly. Even facing away from her, Katarina would be able to see Riven swallow. "I don't know what any of this is..." Her head hung almost imperceptibly, though her grip on Katarina's fingers never lessened. "All my life was a struggle to be strong, and then...then I lost everything, and nothing made sense. I wandered, and eventually found something in Ionia..." The grip on Katarina's fingers grew tighter as her voice grew more strained. "I found belonging, forgiveness...comfort. After my trial..." Her voice cracked, and her body trembled. She'd never spoken of this before to Katarina in any of their previous meetings. A trial? Had the Ionians sentenced her? To what? "They embraced me... Asa and Shava, _Em-ai, Fa-ir_..." The words were oddly foreign to Katarina, certainly not Ur Nox. "For the first time in my life... I knew what it felt like to have a family, a father, a mother. I never forgot my brothers and sisters, on the farm, in the Legion, but I..." She curled into herself again, as if under a great burden, one that seemed to have been invisible on her shoulders just a few moments before. Was she betraying those she'd promised to live for by being here with her? Had she abandoned her friend here, an ocean away in Noxus, only to seek a selfish comfort and sense of belonging with others again, to know what it meant to be a _daughter_, to be _loved_, and to truly indulge in that warmth, that fantasy, for just a while? How dare she, she thought, _They_ thought, silently... "_I don't know if I can be what you want me to be._" Her voice caught again and her shoulders shook once with a sob. "I want you to be happy, I want to make you smile, I want to ease your pain, let you know you don't have to be alone..." The way Asa and Shava had embraced her, that warmth, that comfort, the way it made her feel, she wanted to give Katarina those same feelings, "But I..." Again, she stopped, shaking her head now. Her grip continued to hold firmly to Katarina's fingers, now pulling them closer and over her shoulder so she could hold them against her cheek. A warm dampness would be present on Katarina's digits: tears. "I'm so far away from what I know, but...I know this much." She shuffled around to face Katarina now, her face soft, brow furrowed, tears on her cheek, hand still in her grip and held to as if she were afraid if she let it go she wouldn't get it back again, and that this moment would end and she'd lose something she may not have known she had. "I want you to be near me..." Riven's eyes closed now, after saying the words, and she again held Katarina's hand to her cheek, affectionately, a warm droplet leaving a trail behind as it fell onto the skin of Riven's thigh between them. "I want you to feel the me that's inside and hidden, to understand the warmth I have for you in a way that doesn't require me to put it into words or name it because I just...can't." She swallowed again, lifting a hand to her eyes to move a strand of her silver hair away and dry her cheeks as she once again looked to Katarina, this time showing her own inner turmoil, her own anxiety, nervousness and desperation, things she'd managed to contain in a completely different way than Katarina until now, all her emotions laid bare to see. "This is me, ...Katarina." Her eyes looked back and forth between the other woman's. "As much as I know how to be." Now it was Riven's turn to wait... Would Katarina understand the feeling Riven was describing...?
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2018-05-24T17:05:05.676+0000) > > The assassin let out a groan as those fingers pressed against her in new ways, effectively chasing away her aches and pains, though her mind continued to buzz. Her worries remained, though Riven seemed intent on quelling those as well; a challenge, truly. > > Taking in her words, the noble nodded, head hung unintentionally low from relaxation. Riven, again, was right, though Katarina still couldn't help but to sigh heavily. > > "What's another line or two?" she smirks, pulling up her head and lifting a hand to pull her crimson tresses habitually to one shoulder. "Gods know you and I likely won't be getting those lines because we get _old."_ > > Emerald hues flicked to the bottle taken, the desire for its contents resurfacing though this time, she found it was to further her growing contentment. As well as to manage to ask one question that had been burning in her mind since she had taken her seat upon the couch with the Exile. A question that was still clogging the back of her throat and distracting her from the moment. > > "..... Give me back my bottle, yeah? I doubt Darius is going to make his way up here; I'm guessing he would have by now if he was going to." "Another line or two too often leads to a lot more than you started with." Riven continued to work at Katarina's shoulders as she pulled her hair aside, but stopped when she asked for her bottle and frowned. "You're sitting here with me, having some real company and real privacy, and you still want to nurse a bottle?" She sighed and shook her head, pausing just long enough to stand and grab the bottle from where she'd left it, placing it roughly against the redhead's chest with an audible thump and slosh of the contents. "Fine. Have your drink then, but it's going to cost you." She'd press the bottle harder against Katarina's chest to pin her to the back of the couch and force her to scoot over. She'd then sit back down with her back toward Katarina, facing away from her. "My shoulders are sore too, and I'm not the only one here with a pair of hands." She rolled her shoulders to emphasize the point, and cracked her back once or twice as well. "And while you consider if you'd rather guzzle that swill or work out some knots, I'll sit here and consider whether or not I feel like working out the rest of yours." Riven looked back to Katarina with a sideways glance and huffed, slight irritation and sarcasm evident in her demeanor. "You sure you wouldn't like the bottle's company more than mine? Should I give you two a room?" She smirked, slightly.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2018-05-10T16:54:17.786+0000) > > "... You're a very persuasive person, you know that?" Katarina mumbled, clearing her throat then to vaguely attempt to regain her usual strength to her voice. "I doubt they taught you that in the military..." "The Ionians are very good farmers, but even better at seeing things in more ways than what is in front of them. I learned many things in the time I spent there... Including this." She moved her fingers along Katarina's tense muscles in a new pattern. "Asa suffered muscle pains at times... I learned how to treat them like this from Shava, his wife." Absently, Riven wondered how her adoptive family was doing, along with a pang of guilt that she was not there to help with the tilling of the field as the season came. Asa was stubborn, though. They would manage somehow, especially because the both of them, of all people, knew how important this was for her. > Riven's actions, that made her own thoughts more complicated, made the reasoning voice in her head harder to hear. Yet her fingers tightened within Riven's own as she simply stared at the room before her, eyes seeing but not _quite seeing. _ > > "That rebellion... It lasted largely due to the fortress they possessed... We hardly have that here, at the heart of Noxus herself... They had the advantage of that, and soldiering numbers and equipment... It wouldn't be so wise to ignore that fact..." > > Katarina turned her head in slight towards the chin that rested hear her shoulder, though her eyes remained fixed to nothing. > > "And... You have a compelling story, what happened in Ionia... I can't be so certain that I can say the same... It's-... Difficult to say where my own reputation stands; I've been disgraced..." Brow furrowed, Katarina let out a heavy sigh as she recalled her father's declaration all those years ago. Her heaviest mistake. "I may function as the Head of a Noble House, but what does my voice matter if the people remember my blunder... Father's words? My failure might prove to be more harmful to this cause than not..." > > "What will happen should I speak out and this tarnishes my House even further? What would then happen to it? To Cassiopeia and everything my family has built?" "We cannot destroy our past..." Riven's answer was calm, as if the words she spoke were not her own, but borrowed from another. "But, we can rise above it." She sighed and slipped around to look more fully at Katarina, her hands still saying near Katarina's sides. "Think of it as a challenge, one of many we'll have to overcome. I never said this would be easy, but the only way it will be done is if we keep working at it, chipping away until the whole thing comes down. A tower cannot stand without supports, after all. The burden is on them to stand tall when we start weakening the base." She offered the redhead a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "Let's speak of other things. No more negativity for now, unless you want your face to get frown-lines etched into it."
: Ask Riven
#Before It’s funny… Not so long ago I thought to myself that if I died, at least I wouldn’t die alone. No one ever died alone on the battlefield. Whether surrounded by the bodies of brothers and sisters, or the fallen enemy, you were never alone. Even in the final moments, they say the Kindred come for you, by the Lamb’s arrow or the Wolf’s jaws. But ever since that night…I’ve doubted it. You’d think after so long things would get easier. And you’d be forgiven for thinking that. But the reality is that it’s only half true. Even growing up on the farm we had moments of solitude, rare though they were. The breeze across the fields on a spring afternoon were some of my favorite things. Quiet walks through the trees and shade on a hot summer day after tilling soil or cleaning stables was another. The other war orphans were less like family and more like people you worked with, and everyone worked hard to earn the right to eat at the end of the day. In some ways they were competition. But though the fields and trees filled me with a sense of comfort and adventure, Ionia isn’t the same. It’s a wild land of unparalleled beauty, but it’s not mine, the land I know…and I don’t think it will ever be. The air is wrong, the trees are wrong, even the bird songs that I used to listen to when I drifted off for a rare nap aren’t right. Except it’s not them that’s wrong, that doesn’t fit. It’s me. I’m a stranger in this land, surrounded by people who hate me and everything I was, and they’re right to hate what I’ve done. But guilt makes for poor company. Sometimes I just sit and watch them go about their lives. Simple things like washing their clothes in the river, children playing, old men and women talking about their experiences. I watch fields grown in harmony with the wild creatures and plants. But that life is not for me, not anymore. I’ve taken so much from them how could I ever hope to gain something for myself? I try to keep myself busy. I train, I set traps for rabbits and anything else. I look for plants I can eat, places out of the way where I can sleep or have a fire at night without being discovered. I live my life on alert, on guard… But there are times when I would want nothing more than some company, or a companion. No matter what the Ionians say, the land doesn’t talk, at least not to murderers like me. After living so much of my life among others, it’s hard to live alone. But the thing that makes it worse sometimes, between the nightmares and the paranoia, is understanding that while it’s hard to live alone, it’s actually terribly easy to die that way…
: Ask Riven
#**The Girl** They thank me with their words, but their eyes and mannerisms tell me otherwise. Even if my blade is stowed and their child is returned, unharmed, I’m still a stranger in this land, a Noxian, an enemy, a murderer. They don’t even know how right they are… There was a reward to be given, but I’m given nothing. Instead, I’m given the smallest thanks they can offer and am asked to leave. I nod and turn away until a small voice stops me. I turn and the girl smiles at me the only way children can. She thanks me for helping her and walks forward toward me, placing a flower in my hand. I kneel to take it from her, feeling the judgemental gaze of her parents on me as I take it and wish her well. She smiles and hugs me and I feel terrified. I look to her parents, but there is no solace there. She’s called by her mother and leaves me with a flower in hand. I rise, nod, and leave. As I walk away, I hear the child ask why her parents didn’t thank me properly. And as I do, I only wish she can remain innocent for a while longer, as I never had the chance to be.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-03-30T17:55:31.703+0000) > > "Alright.... We can just _be,"_ she would finally say, turning her gaze to Riven as she struggled to release the tension from her shoulders. "So.... Got a plan for how we can do that? Forgive me but I'm _not exactly the most relaxed_ at the moment for obvious reasons and you took--." ((Go go new lore headcanon.)) Katarina was protesting, and Riven wasn't going to let her continue. As the redhead spoke, Riven would move beside her and place a finger over her lips mid-sentence. "Shhh... That's enough." She took a deep breath and then sighed slowly. "This is a test. Of our resolve to do this, of our strength..." Riven would place her hands on Katarina's shoulders and turn the other woman so her back was facing her. Then, once that was done, he'd lift her hands to Katarina's shoulders and squeeze firmly along the muscles of her lower neck pressing her thumbs into the tense flesh in a massage of sorts. Having known hard work most of her life, there was no doubt Riven's grip strength was greater than that of Katarina's, and her fingers would easily begin to work at easing the tension the other carried so heavily upon them. "You know...they say that the rebellion only ended the way it did because Quilletta Varn's right hand betrayed her cause at the last moment. Slit her throat mid-sentence, even." As she recounted the rumors, her hands continued to work Katarina's tension away from her shoulders. "I hated Noxus. I wanted nothing to do with it after what they'd done..." Her gaze shifted to her blade sitting in the corner. "I used to think nothing could change, that I'd been lied to, betrayed, by everything. That there was nothing good left... But then the rebellion came, and I learned something I'd forgotten." She sighed. "One voice, or one blade, can make a difference." Riven shifted and pulled Katarina back against her chest, and wrapped her arms along the redhead's sides to keep her in place. It wasn't forceful, but one had to wonder if Katarina would want to really escape this particular prison. "Her voice was silenced because, in the end, she couldn't trust the person, or blade by her side..." A hand slowly found its way to Katarina's and fingers intertwined. "If one voice can make all the difference, then imagine what two can make." Riven's chin rested softly near Katarina's shoulder as she finished, and her eyes closed, her voice quiet. "Her rebellion faced down the Trifarian Legion, held its ground for weeks against superior numbers and skill. Compared to that, to the tests and challenges ahead of us...this is nothing."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-16T06:12:48.349+0000) Riven > ______ > As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. The returned touch was a surprise, but Katarina found a measure of the comfort that Riven had hoped for. Emerald witnessed her plan and nodded, pulling away delicately. the woman slinked to the door, heavy boots seemingly weightless as she approached. With a soft, quieted twist, the woman made her way to the door and opened it softly. Thank fuck, the bartender oiled her hinges and that alone was the reason she was able to peek through the door to witness Darius, otherwise distracted by Ira's machinations. Now was the time. It was easy enough to shunpo, avoiding the attention of the General that could ruin them all. But... Riven. She had no ability like her own. WIth tension in her gut, the woman motioned then, after appearing on the other side of the doorway, for Riven to follow. Worry twisted her innards and yet, she had faith, that Riven would follow with ease. Darius was there for.... A simple, strong drink. He shouldn't observe the ongoings of those in the staff rooms. > It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina Within moments, Riven was at her side. Thankfully, beyond the notice of Darius himself. "Step only where I step," she whispered, turning to the stairs. "Ira keeps her steps creeky.... She's almost as paranoid as me. One wrong move and--" she left her sentence linger without continuation to Riven as she turned, placing one step to the left edge of the first step, then skipping the next three and placing her foot upon the fourth at the farthest right. "Follow me exactly. Or we will be found." But within moments, as Riven quietly obeyed if only because her literal life depended on it, the woman found herself and her companion finally within the compounds of safety. With the second lock on Ira's door secured, Katarina finally turned to Riven with a heavy sigh, suddenly aching for more liquor to ease her anxieties. "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow withing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-23T03:40:10.877+0000) Katarina didn't have to remind Riven of how precarious their situation was. Step by step, she followed her to the room above the bar, taking heed of where to place her weight to avoid a creaky stair giving them away. After a few agonizing moments of tension, Riven found herself safe above the bar in Ira's flat along with Katarina, who immediately started helping herself to the bartender's private stock. > "... What shit luck," the assassin mused, letting loose a relieved sigh as the duo reveled in safety. "Go figure that Darius of all people would show up... Perhaps I might convince Ira to stop making nice with the nobility.... Save the two of us the trouble." > > Her words were hollow as she traced her way to the bartenders kitchen, pulling open the top cabinet above the ice box. Fingers were quick to find the liquor stash, bourbon, vodka, and rum at her disposal, all top notch. Yet she didn't mind her drink of the night as she simply pulled the closest bottle to her. > > "....... That was close.... Too close, if you ask me.." The Noble confessed, sighing hard as she twisted the cap free from the bottle of Rum that met her grip. "I don't care for it....." > > ".... You know... This was a safe place once... A hole in the wall bar where I could be me. Where I had the owner under my thumb. Where I had secrecy sworn to me... But if Darius decides he likes this place--" > > Katarina cut herself off, now guzzling the bottle she held in her hands. Only when she'd had at least two mouthfuls would her eyes meet Riven's, sorrow writhing within them. "..... Now _ I-- We_ have no safe space..." Riven watched the redhead as she went about her routine, drinking, lamenting. She sighed and placed her things on whatever surface she could find, armor removed, sword set nearby, before walking over to Katarina. When she reached her, her hands would take the bottle from her, place it down on the counter, and return to Katarina's shoulders. It was an odd feeling, but in that moment, Riven didn't want Katarina to muffle her sorrows with the bottle. She wanted her to muffle them with her. She leaned close, placing her forehead against Katarina's and squeezing her shoulders to comfort her. "Then we'll just have to find solace somewhere else." She looked to Katarina's gaze, amber to emerald, and exhaled softly. "Things like these are why you have so many places to lay low after all...right?" She offered a small reassuring smile to the redhead before she pulled away, her hands leaving Katarina's shoulders and moving down to take hold of her hands, leading her over to the bartender's couch. "You could disappear for months and never stay at the same place twice. In the end, one place doesn't matter." She'd take a seat on the couch and pat the space next to her. "...At least you'd have good company." She looked back to Katarina with another small smile. "Now, what were you saying earlier about us just..._being_?"
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-19T09:10:13.866+0000) Riven >_____ > "Not well. The uprising in Basilich put a damper on anything I was going to say....People don't want to hear about rebellion or change right after a large uprising has been put down.... But, as you say, I managed to avoid much trouble." Katarina's expression barely twitched at the mention of the uprising itself. That had been... Unfortunate, if only because she'd have figured that people would have been smarter than that; one doesn't simply leave Noxus and proof of what happens when you try lay scattered throughout their Empire's history. Though, she supposed she shouldn't judge too harshly... After all, wasn't she attempting to figure a way to do exactly that with Riven? Riven _had_ been lucky to return as unscathed as she was and the realization prompted a small breath of relief to pass between parting lips. > Riven would then stand, walking over to where Katarina was sitting, and leaned against the wall next to the desk. > > "And what about you? How are thing in High Command, or what is it now? The Trifarix?" She huffed. "Sounds a bit tacky if you ask me..." "I can understand the reasoning behind its creation," she states simply, emerald gaze training on her companion. "Though, I hardly trust it. Though, I'm sure you could've guessed that would be my answer; I trust next to nothing." _But I trust you,_ words left unsaid that she knew Riven heard anyway as leather clad hands lazily lifted, falling upon the drawers of the desk. Ira often kept the best bourbon she had in her stocks for herself. "Swain is a brilliant man... Too brilliant if you ask me. Even the Hand of Noxus has his shortcomings, his weaknesses. I heard of what happened, how he reacted at the end of the siege of Basilich... I know Swain has had his moment of weakness as well, but--..." How could she put it into words? The wrongness that spread through her even at the mere thought of the Grand General? She couldn't... Could only hope that Riven could understand that. "I-I.. I can't describe it... But there's something _off_ that is unique to Swain and Swain alone. I can't shake the feeling, and though I've yet to personally even meet the man- -..." There it was, revealed with a simple tug to the bottom drawer: A half emptied bottle of bourbon, wrapped with a golden ribbon at the base of its neck. With a pop, the bottle was uncorked and Katarina unceremoniously pressed the glass to her lips, allowing the amber fluid to slip down her throat. She didn't like him, The Grand General, but she _did_ like the bartender's taste in booze. "..... Where do we go from here? With a man like that heading a council he probably controls?" she would inquire, refusing to meet Riven's eye once nearly two full mouthfuls of that golden liquor burned pleasantly within in her stomach. "Or would you like to ignore business for tonight? And attempt to simply _be?_ We're... About as safe as we'll ever b-" Her sentence cut off as a commanding voice came muffled through the walls. What. Luck. Of _course_ The Hand would happen upon this place at this time. Her guts clenched as she recalled her words regarding the Grand General... This... Somehow only solidified her paranoia. It was as if he was watching her and now, _playing with her_ by sending Darius. There was no proof and the notion was truly absurd however- - Katarina immediately rose, mind already racing as eyes fell, wide with concern, upon Riven. "I have access to Ira's home above the bar," she murmurs quietly, thoughts far from her actions as she reached out, clasping at Riven's forearm as her eyes pulled away and to the door. "We can either stay in here, silently... Or we can move. We can trust Ira not to mention a single thing... Maybe get her to distract him if we move.."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-09T18:09:29.898+0000) > > "I can understand the reasoning behind its creation," she states simply, emerald gaze training on her companion. "Though, I hardly trust it. Though, I'm sure you could've guessed that would be my answer; I trust next to nothing." > > _But I trust you,_ words left unsaid that she knew Riven heard anyway as leather clad hands lazily lifted, falling upon the drawers of the desk. Ira often kept the best bourbon she had in her stocks for herself. "But you trust me..." She heard them, yes. But she enjoyed making Katarina squirm just a little bit, as only she could. Getting under her skin or her mask in just the right way was something only Riven could do. At this point that was because there was so little pretext between the two of them. It had come to that after them building their trust for so long. Trust was hard to earn in Noxus, and even harder to keep. When it came down to it, Riven would trade Katarina's trust for nothing in the world. > > "Swain is a brilliant man... Too brilliant if you ask me. Even the Hand of Noxus has his shortcomings, his weaknesses. I heard of what happened, how he reacted at the end of the siege of Basilich... I know Swain has had his moment of weakness as well, but--..." > > How could she put it into words? The wrongness that spread through her even at the mere thought of the Grand General? She couldn't... Could only hope that Riven could understand that. > > "I-I.. I can't describe it... But there's something _off_ that is unique to Swain and Swain alone. I can't shake the feeling, and though I've yet to personally even meet the man- -..." "I've learned to trust your intuition over things like this, and for good reason. He didn't come back from Ionia the same man he was before everything started. That war...changed a lot of us..." She trailed off as she finished, leaving some things unsaid. In this case, it was simply understood. War was a necessity in its own way, but losses like that? They were a slaughter, needless, unwarranted, and certainly at the very least regrettable. "Everyone in power in Noxus has a card to play. The only question is what his card might be. From the rumors I've heard, he's a powerful sorcerer wielding dark magics, enough to crush Darkwill in a public display of strength and have none rise to challenge him. Combine that with his tactical acumen and reputation for command in Shurima..." Riven shook her head. > There it was, revealed with a simple tug to the bottom drawer: A half emptied bottle of bourbon, wrapped with a golden ribbon at the base of its neck. With a pop, the bottle was uncorked and Katarina unceremoniously pressed the glass to her lips, allowing the amber fluid to slip down her throat. She didn't like him, The Grand General, but she _did_ like the bartender's taste in booze. > > "..... Where do we go from here? With a man like that heading a council he probably controls?" she would inquire, refusing to meet Riven's eye once nearly two full mouthfuls of that golden liquor burned pleasantly within in her stomach. "Or would you like to ignore business for tonight? And attempt to simply _be?_ We're... About as safe as we'll ever b-" > > Her sentence cut off as a commanding voice came muffled through the walls. > > What. Luck. Of _course_ The Hand would happen upon this place at this time. Her guts clenched as she recalled her words regarding the Grand General... This... Somehow only solidified her paranoia. It was as if he was watching her and now, _playing with her_ by sending Darius. There was no proof and the notion was truly absurd however- - > > Katarina immediately rose, mind already racing as eyes fell, wide with concern, upon Riven. > > "I have access to Ira's home above the bar," she murmurs quietly, thoughts far from her actions as she reached out, clasping at Riven's forearm as her eyes pulled away and to the door. "We can either stay in here, silently... Or we can move. We can trust Ira not to mention a single thing... Maybe get her to distract him if we move.." As opposed to Katarina's, Riven's gaze was one devoid of fear or worry. There was an eerie stillness of assuredness that emanated from her. For Katarina, her job and craft was largely that of cloak and dagger, of hunting and striking a target quickly from the shadows. Being exposed was incredibly dangerous. But for Riven, the only shadows she had to hide under were those cast by her blade, and her conviction and determination on the field had always made her stand out. As Katarina made ready to move, she'd feel Riven's hand rest easily against her own forearm, squeezing it firmly, but softly. If she turned, she'd find a finger placed gently over her lips to silence her, before Riven would meet her gaze. The finger on Katarina's lips would pull away, and point once to Katarina, then once to Riven, before her fingertip spun once in a circle, then upward, indicating the room above. Then, she pointed again to herself, then twice at Katarina, and drew a silent line through the air in the direction of the door. It was understood. Riven would follow Katarina, but words were no longer needed, or even necessary. Leave it to the Exile to remain calm under the pressure of dangerous situations. Stealth was not her biggest asset, but that didn't mean she'd forgotten how to be sneaky if time called for it. All that stalking through Ionia's forests had forced her to learn to be more aware and silent than her prospective dinner would notice. Assuming the pair made it to the small home of sorts, Riven would immediately go about trying to make herself comfortable in the least intrusive way possible. It was Ira's home, after all, not hers, and she didn't want to be rude, even if Katarina could forget her manners from time to time.
: The Circling Crow (Open Bar Hub :: Noxus)
The door leading to the back room was not so thick that it could muffle all sound from beyond its reaches. The Exile had finished speaking by the time the heavy footfalls and distinctive gruff voice of the Hand of Noxus grumbled through the closed door and into the corners of her perception. Almost immediately, her face paled, and she looked to Katarina, as if expecting some kind of reaction from the other woman, some direction of some kind. Instantly, she began looking for exit routes, places to hide, and in the worse case, defensive positions that could prove useful if it came to blows. Of all the times for one such as _him_ to show himself, in all the bars in Noxus, the Hand had to stomp his way into this one...
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