: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
The woman huffed as she scrubbed at one particular spot on the mug she held in her hands, frustrated at its stubbornness as she ignored the usual din of chaos around her. With a smoke between her lips and a furrow between her brows, Ira nearly missed the man as he entered. However the closer he got to the bar, her attention had lifted from the glass and had settled firmly upon him. The crease in her brow did not vanish as the slender woman looked him up and down, clearly suspicious of something and the expression only deepened as he placed his order. "Lookin' a bit tidy fer this kind'f place," Ira grunted, exhaling a puff of smoke as she set the mug she had been struggling with to the side. Despite her tone however, the bartender withdrew two other glasses and had already begun the motions to create the requested drinks. "Must be a rough time fer yeh huh? Ain't often that people order a General's Daughter this early in th'day." Ira squinted at the man, eyes falling away only to observe the woman in the corner briefly. A second puff of smoke left her lips, the tendril coming off of the cylinder itself briefly disrupted as moss colored eyes settled upon his own. "Yeh never did say, by th'way... How yeh know my name. Ain't ever seen yeh in her b'fore. Ain't a reason why yeh would know what I was called."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ira V Pelerin,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=001c0000,timestamp=2018-07-29T22:56:32.803+0000) > > > > "So.... Why the personal drinkin' glass? That's a strange thing t'have buddy." *the man jerked his head up with a surprised smile on his face* "ohh you miss understand this is a cup that turns any alcohol into a healing tonic, the more alcohol content the more potent the tonic is, its come in handy more times than one"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=001c00000000,timestamp=2018-07-30T22:59:41.770+0000) > > *the man jerked his head up with a surprised smile on his face* "ohh you miss understand this is a cup that turns any alcohol into a healing tonic, the more alcohol content the more potent the tonic is, its come in handy more times than one" "An' what is it exactly that needs so much healin' on yeh?" the woman continues, turning to obtain the requested selection from her display. She didn't seem to be buying into the mystery mans explanation, though she had yet to snatch up one of her own mugs despite not having accepted his. "I've had my fair share'f people comin' in here tryin' t'pull th'wool over my eyes. Don't expect t'win me over so easy."
: *a strange man wearing a cloak entered the bar quietly with a slight limp in his stride and a small staff in his hand, he would then move to the bar* "ma'am could i get a mix of bilge water cold fire and rum with some blood brair wine" *the man put the needed money down and puts out a large drinking cup onto the bar*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=001c,timestamp=2018-07-20T07:03:10.529+0000) > > *a strange man wearing a cloak entered the bar quietly with a slight limp in his stride and a small staff in his hand, he would then move to the bar* "ma'am could i get a mix of bilge water cold fire and rum with some blood brair wine" *the man put the needed money down and puts out a large drinking cup onto the bar* Ira frowned, brow furrowed despite the authenticity of this man's coin. She could care less for his masked visage, nor his limp.... But that cup? "This is my bar, yer gonna be drinkin' from my mugs," she huffed, scooping up the coin and waving dismissively at the man's own drinking glass. "I ain't lookin' t'fill any cursed fuckin' cups or whatever th'fuck that is... Yes, I've had experiences." Smoke saturating the air around her from her own lit stick, the woman got to work on preparing his request. "So.... Why the personal drinkin' glass? That's a strange thing t'have buddy."
: The Circling Crow (Open Bar Hub :: Noxus)
: The thin looking woman nodded lightly "That is fine, I'm good with just the one whenever you can make it." she said, looking away and backing down at the moment of Darius's glance. She tried to play this off by looking down and nervously checking her coin pouch to see how much she had left. Though she was by no mean short compared the most, she was still frail looking and seemingly intimidated by the presence of the Hand of Noxus.
> [{quoted}](name=LucinaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0014,timestamp=2018-04-07T22:13:05.966+0000) Mysterious Little Lady Ira made quick work of concocting Fate's beverage, eyeing him as she presented it before him. It was in less time, as she had nothing to mix so much as a barrel behind her to draw from for the mead. Business seemed booming today, a plethora of intriguing folk finding their way through her doors and to her bar. Part of her enjoyed it, as she felt as though she was finally earning some sense of renown. The other part of her hated it, as it meant that her secret dealings would become... More difficult to maintain. "One mead," she finally offered, turning back to the hooded figure and swapping her coin for the full mug. > [{quoted}](name=Ardent Blaze,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0015,timestamp=2018-04-08T10:07:26.121+0000)Lucian Another simple order for a man whose mere presence made her innards stir with unease. More specifically, the necromancy that lay dormant, trapped within the scar hidden beneath her wares. With her brow furrowing in slight, Ira accepted his coin and turned away to claim a fresh glass and the requested beverage. She had never felt this particular sensation before, even at her most sober; it was almost as if the dark magics inside of her _feared_ this man. "One Bilgewater Cold-Fire," she would state simply, more quieted than she had been with her other patrons and having filled his glass more slowly than she might have ordinarily as her thoughts fixated on her own state. Ira avoided his gaze, offered him a full glass as she took his coin and without skipping a beat, polished off the rest of her own glass of bourbon. She was glad to have Darius there suddenly, a glorious distraction for this mystery man as she turned away, walking away to the other side of the bar to polish what seemed to be drying glasses and pewter mugs.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ira V Pelerin,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00070000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-03T16:16:23.465+0000) > ot;What can I get fer yeh?" she began, already halfway through mixing Darius' drink as she glanced up at Fate. The woman paused in her motions, claiming her own partially full glass of bourbon and sipping idly at the golden liquor. The informant's innards clenched, though the booze was hardly to blame; something told her that this man brought more than just coin and a drink request to her front. > > "I hope yer gonna pay fer it with gold an' not muddy boots on my clean table again." *Fate smiled easily as he slid next to the much larger Darius. He slid an empty glass across the bar to her, with some gold below it, causing it to slide easily.* "I'll be paying with gold, but what I'm after is a place to chat. See I have some friends that went in that room." *He motioned with his eyes to where Riven disappeared.* "I have something special that she may be interested in." *He said with an oiled grace to his voice.* "Mind showing me around?"
> [{quoted}](name=TwistedCardShark,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000700000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-03T21:34:24.110+0000)TF ______ > *"I'll be paying with gold, but what I'm after is a place to chat. See I have some friends that went in that room." *He motioned with his eyes to where Riven disappeared.* "I have something special that she may be interested in." *He said with an oiled grace to his voice.* "Mind showing me around?" Ira arched a brow, too inebriated at this point to further feel the stress of the matter. Or was it simply the strength of her loyalty that allowed for her to keep up the act? Without even a twitch of change to her expression, the woman accepted Fate's coin and withdrew a second clean glass, though afterward she resumed mixing Darius' second request. Funny, she would think to herself, that on the day when things were most serious, she managed to make herself feel like it was nothing, be it through loyalty, stubbornness or her hateful mix of both smoke and booze. > [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=001100000000,timestamp=2018-04-03T23:14:20.469+0000) "Ain't a soul in th'back rooms that yeh ought t'be worryin' about," she drawls with a smirk, confident as she topped off the General's drink with celery salts. She motioned quickly at the rules etched haphazardly into a block of wood, perched on the edge of her bar, more specifically to rule number one. "F'yeh have _business_ with anyone, yer gonna have t'wait until they leave. Ain't nobody allowed in th'back, not without good reason. An' wavin a couple extra coins my way isn't 'a good reason.'" "That rule counts fer yeh as well, General. I don't make exceptions here, not for anyone. Called 'equality.' Though, thank yeh fer gettin' rid'f a problem fer me. Was it a big, blocky man with sandy hair? His name is Brogan an' he's always tryin' t'pickpocket folks while they're in th'can... Though, I admit I didn't think he was a big enough an idiot t'try an' do it t'somebody like yerself. Here, yer drinks ready." Sliding the glass his way, Ira's smirk turned into a grin before her hands took to busying with concocting something for Fate. The Smiling Executioner was what his coin paid for and the man didn't specify. She hoped he was feeling _spicy_ then as moss colored eyes shifted to the mysterious woman who then approached. Perhaps actually doing her job would provide enough distraction that these two men would cease their suspicious prying; after all, it was only a matter of time until she had to choose to sober up or deal with the potentially lethal stresses of their inquiries. > [{quoted}](name=LucinaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0012,timestamp=2018-04-04T06:05:36.938+0000) "Hello, my hooded friend," she greeted with far more enthusiasm than she had since shown to Darius or Fate. "One mead comin' up. Though yer gonna hafta wait a moment, mixin' up a drink fer this interestin' fellow with th'hat first. Yeh want anythin' else with that?"
: > [{quoted}](name=Immortal Binding,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000700000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-02T22:19:49.027+0000) > > "How would you like to do me a favor?" she spoke in a low tone, raising a clawed finger and gingerly tracing the end of Twisted Fate's beard from where it began in front of his ears and down to his chin. Once done, she then pointed to where Riven was disappearing to. "The woman with snow white hair is an acquaintance of mine. I'm curious to find out why she's here, and I think you could find out for me. Show me what skills a *man* of your caliber has, and I'll show you what I can do in return." *Fate frowned in disappointment as his woman of interest disappeared into an adjacent room. There goes the only reason he talked to this angel. However he felt his luck turn around when the Hand of Noxus entered the bar.* *It would be so easy to let Riven's information slip, but he held his tongue. For one thing, Darius didn't seem to be the kind to *pay* for his information. Secondly, he needed more concrete data, such as where Riven was going, and when. Now he just needed an excuse to leave this woman and--* *Her proposal caught him off guard. In no time at all she went from a thinly veiled irritation to downright sultry. He didn't mind the change at all.* "Well now, I can't rightly refuse an offer like that from a lovely lady such as yourself." *He eyed her appreciatively.* "I think I know what I would like in return, but I'll hold up my end of the deal first." *He stood up and walked towards the barmaid, with no intentions on returning to the angel, even if she was serious about her offer. Between money or women, he always rolled for money. After all, there were plenty of women in the world.*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000f,timestamp=2018-03-31T08:03:35.863+0000) darius The bartender arched a brow as Darius disappeared into the bathrooms after only a single drink. _A man who had a long day and an even longer agenda,_ Ira would think to herself as hands began to prepare his second. However the motion of yet another of her patrons, the gambler who had the audacity to place his boots upon her table, to be more specific, and as he approached the woman found herself sighing. > [{quoted}](name=TwistedCardShark,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0007000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-03T00:59:31.412+0000) Mister Fate > > *He stood up and walked towards the barmaid, with no intentions on returning to the angel, even if she was serious about her offer.* "What can I get fer yeh?" she began, already halfway through mixing Darius' drink as she glanced up at Fate. The woman paused in her motions, claiming her own partially full glass of bourbon and sipping idly at the golden liquor. The informant's innards clenched, though the booze was hardly to blame; something told her that this man brought more than just coin and a drink request to her front. "I hope yer gonna pay fer it with gold an' not muddy boots on my clean table again."
: (plot twist) *darius shook his head* "nah its not that its just the fact that his tactics sometimes rub me raw" *darius rubbed his forehead* "to be completely honest that siege was a farce we really should not have even bothered with them, at least left the warriors into the armies. those bastards were stubborn as mules." *darius looked down at the bar and noticed something strange, he cranked his neck at an angle to look at it* "what happened here? someone get angry at a drink name?" *a knife mark in the wood matching kats knife*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000e,timestamp=2018-03-23T19:29:34.776+0000) Darius ______ > *darius shook his head* "nah its not that its just the fact that his tactics sometimes rub me raw" *darius rubbed his forehead* "to be completely honest that siege was a farce we really should not have even bothered with them, at least left the warriors into the armies. those bastards were stubborn as mules." The woman nodded as she listened, swirling the golden liquor in her glass once more before raising the glass to her lips. The more she kept him talking about his troubles, the less he had to worry about _hers_ after all. However, despite her lips parting to speak once she'd sipped at her booze, her next inquiry died upon them as Darius continued. >*darius looked down at the bar and noticed something strange, he cranked his neck at an angle to look at it* "what happened here? someone get angry at a drink name?" *a knife mark in the wood matching kats knife* Moss colored eyes turned to the marks, one of many scattered upon the surface of the bar, of every single table in this place. She couldn't help it then, the way she snickered as her gaze pulled back to the General. Honestly? Ira could answer honestly. "Why would anybody get offended at a drinks name," she snickered, offering a small shake of her head. "I don't know where that mark came from or why it was left; this is a hole in th'wall bar smack dab in th'middle'f Noxus. I serve mercenaries, drunks, ruffians.... There's a new gash from somebody's knife every day." Sighing softly, Ira idly drew her finger along the wound in her bar. "... Actually... I think this one was _me_ last week... Got new knives an' I'm pretty sure this was me testing them out on some lemons... Shouldn't have been drinkin' because clearly, I wasn't exactly careful while I was doin' it."
: *Darius nodded his head at the lean woman* "thanks" *Darius then took a big a big swig of the brew" *well damn the boys were not lying when they said this was the strongest stuff around" *Darius took another swig* "i have a feeling ma need to visit here more in the future" *Darius looked around again and he shoulders stiffened though only an experienced observer could tell*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000d,timestamp=2018-03-23T04:03:49.104+0000) Darius >____ > " *well damn the boys were not lying when they said this was the strongest stuff around" *Darius took another swig* "i have a feeling ma need to visit here more in the future" Ira couldn't help the way his compliment puffed her chest, a smugness saturating her features. It wasn't every day, after all, that a member of the Trifarix strode in and then liked what they received. Though, despite the satisfaction that permeated her form, Ira couldn't help but to worry. If Darius made this one of his favorite haunts-... "Well as long as yeh have coin, it'll always be good here," she muses, claiming a clean glass for herself and pouring a small measure of bourbon within for herself. "Especially f'yer hidin' away from th'political world; yeh mentioned that yeh didn't much care fer Swain." Her eyes narrowed, though she simply seemed curious, as any proper bartender should. Ira hadn't noticed the way the General had stiffened before, though now her gaze took in his every detail as she swirled the liquor within her glass, then pressing it to her lips. "He an arse or somethin'?"
: "nah i aint got no reason beyond that my men tell me this place has the strongest ales in town and i have need of something strong right now" *darius rubs his forehead* "ive been traveling all over recently, and its been, lets say , taxing to the extreme" *held up hand* " no dont ask where ive been going its a state secret but i can tell you that ive been busy doing swains job for him **rotten bastard** oh and you might want to make that a double its been to long since i had a good drink" *darius would then look around the room but not in the way that was abrasive but in the curious way* "nice little place you got here... ira was it?"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000a,timestamp=2018-03-10T05:01:43.765+0000) Darius!! > > "nah i aint got no reason beyond that my men tell me this place has the strongest ales in town and i have need of something strong right now" *darius rubs his forehead* "ive been traveling all over recently, and its been, lets say , taxing to the extreme" The bartender nodded dutifully, mixing the ingredients before the General in measured amounts. "Well... Yeh came t'th'right place fer strong drinks," she muses, topping off the tomato juice with four heavy shakes of the Boiling Pepper Sauce. With a flick of the wrist, Ira produced a Swizzle Stick from beneath the bar and began to stir the concoction loudly within its glass. _'Rotten Bastard,'_ the quote stuck in her head, filed away as an important detail to confess to her employer at a later time. However, for now, she simply smiled sweetly as she sprinkled the top of Darius' drink with celery salts. "Yes. Ira Pelerin, th'owner'f two different bars," she confirmed, sliding the drink requested with a satisfied grin. "I added an extra shot of Vodka in there, since somethin' tells me yer not exactly a lightweight. F'yeh like that, let me know, I can have another ready b'fore yeh can say _'Ionia was a mistake.'"_
: (ira? you alive?)
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000b,timestamp=2018-03-20T02:24:57.974+0000) > > (ira? you alive?) //YeS SORRY!! Been having a bit of a time but... I'm here and dw, im not going anywhere. I'm just a bit tardy ;;
: *a resounding tread would be heard coming toward the inn when the door burst open and a man standing in full armor walked in. most of the tenders of the bar would recognize the hand of noxus, though many would wonder why he was here, but Darius simply walked to the bar and sat down without any grandiose movements besides moving his cloak out of the way to sit down* "one steel hand i need something strong down my gullet"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0008,timestamp=2018-02-28T23:01:51.041+0000) Darius! Her secret company tended to left Ira to quietly drink away her annoyance. Three shots down and her smoking herbs all polished off, the bartender found herself feeling quite nice- - a whole lot calmer and thinking a whole lot of nothing. Just as it should be. However, as the doors to her bar were shoved roughly open, the woman immediately had opened her mouth with anger writ upon her features. However, as she turned to scold the latest ruffian, her words died in her throat as recognition prompted her to clamp her mouth shut. > "one steel hand i need something strong down my gullet" If she had known that not one, not two, but _three_ of the prominent figures that she had named her drinks after would step foot in **her** bar- -... She might've considered naming them something else. Then again, none of those people thus far seemed bothered or offended by her naming choices... Only amused. "Must be my lucky day," she manages to grin in response to his order, twisting to the display of liquors behind her. Ira hadn't forgotten who sat just in the next room, hidden away from sight ,and the danger that all three might find themselves in should they be discovered. But as fingertips plucked from the shelf a new bottle of Noxian Standard, she found that she wasn't concerned in the slightest. They were smart women, after all and this was one loud, commanding man; odds are they heard him and odds are, they knew to remain quieted. "Ain't ever happened... Someone as important as _The_ Hand'f Noxus comes traipsing in here..." Ira turned back to the General, hands moving habitually as she began to withdraw the ingredients to his drink from below the counter itself, hidden away within an icebox. "So... Got any reason why yeh picked **my** particular hole in th'wall? Or is this one'f those _'don't ask, I ain't tellin'_ kinda days?"
: > [{quoted}](name=Ira V Pelerin,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=000200000000,timestamp=2018-01-05T18:01:13.338+0000) > > "Have a seat then," she offered, a single brow popping as she nodded and turned to obtain her patron a glass. > > "So... Juss a cider huh? Figured that a rebellious commander such as yerself might fancy murderin' a pint'f somethin' a little stronger," she drawled finally, thoughts caught up with themselves as Ira then tucked them far into the bad confines of her mind. Better to worry about them later, when she could give in fully to an inebriated haze that kept her safe. Sliding the fully glass of cider across the smooth wood of the bar, Ira swipes the handful of coins off of the surface in a practiced motion while her other began to fuss at a pack, attached to the back of her belt. > > "What brings a proper star like th'Poster Child t'my lonely hole in th'wall?" "A meeting." Came the reply. Riven looked to the full glass of her chosen beverage as it slid neatly across the bar. She stopped it with her hand and just sort of stared at it. "Someone I know said they could trust you, so, here I am." The drink was amber in color, like apple juice. It was cider, after all. Still, it was something that gave her pause. She sighed, resigned to the drink, and took a sip. It was sweet enough, the alcohol light as an aftertaste. She could drink this, she thought. "I don't drink, except when it's required." She set the glass down, wiping her lip gently with the back of her hand. "Bad memories." She was also a lightweight, no that she'd ever had much opportunity to test that bit of knowledge. Being so fit meant she metabolized the alcohol quickly, and a lack of body fat and weight meant it hit her harder than most as well. "I don't like the lack of control that comes with it either." Her eyes swept across the bar again, spying only one familiar face among the patrons. She frowned slightly. She hoped this wasn't something Katarina had planned. Rather than draw the attention of the fallen angelic creature, or the man in the hat, she just turned around to face the bar once again. She really hoped the redhead wouldn't keep her waiting for too long. Every moment out in the open like this was a potential moment she could be spotted by someone who knew who to contact. "Just waiting for my associate to show..."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-11T21:06:07.152+0000)Riven ___ > "A meeting. Someone I know said they could trust you, so, here I am." Producing a small, silver tin from her pouch as well as a compact fire starter, Ira suddenly fumbled with the items, nearly dropping them atop the counter. Of course... _Of course_ Katarina was behind this. Who else would be important enough to have none other than Riven as some form of associate? Who else actually _trusted_ her? Slipping what appeared to be a thin, hand rolled cigar from the tin between her lips, Ira nodded at Riven before striking up a small flame. The cherry flared to life with her inhale, the smell of the smoke confessing that it wasn't only tobacco rolled within that paper. Her medicine, or so she called it, as she held that first breath deep within. Emotional spikes... They could be lethal for the bartender, instigated foul magics buried within her guts and _oh boy,_ with Riven right here and out in the open... Knowing Katarina's insistence on secrecy... She needed to blot out the anxiousness that now coiled within her belly. She needed to calm herself. > "I don't drink, except when it's required. I don't like the lack of control that comes with it either." "Ain't that why most people drink? T'lose control?" she inquires, voice kept level as she blew her smoke high overhead. The best way to avoid panic was to avoid acting anything but normal. Or so she liked to tell herself as the woman pulled her body away from the counter and slipped to the opening in an almost lackadaisical manner. > "Just waiting for my associate to show..." "Yeah yeah, yeh said that already," she murmurs as she twists her head to the side, eyeing the Exile as she returns the cigar to her lips. "Get yer ass over here then... I'll let yeh wait somewhere a bit more cozy." _'And out of sight! What do you think you're doing, sitting out here with your hood down- - like there aren't people who could see you! Like you don't know Kat would skin me alive if anybody found out about the connections here! Like- -'_ she wanted to say as she lead Riven into the back, stopping before a locked door to her left. Riven could wait in here, Ira's personal lounge that doubled as the office where she conducted her business on goings. At least in here, Ira didn't have to worry so much and hopefully, soak her concerns with enough booze and smoke that she forgot them entirely. Opening the door wide for Riven to enter, Ira motioned for her to do so with another exhale of her smoke. "I'll send her in. An don't touch my desk or I'll break a chair on yeh...."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ira V Pelerin,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-01-03T17:48:43.795+0000) > > Ira It had been weeks since the Basilich Uprising had been put down, and even far from the fortified walls of the capital the Empire's grip had been firmly reinforced. That reinforcement had made the traveler's task that much more difficult. Patrols and guards were wary of anyone passing through the territories, so she'd had to take back routes and avoid checkpoints. It wasn't particularly difficult for one who'd served and studied the way things were done in the Legion. In the capital, life here could go on as normal, save for the occasional news of a battle, or someone talking about those they'd lost. It didn't matter where they'd served. To her, they all felt like another link in the chain that bound her to this path of redemption and change. She moved through the streets, keeping to quiet areas, staying near the slums as best she could until she had to turn inward to seek her target. She was cautious, calculated, but not suspicious in appearance. Her eyes wandered each corner and alley, every person who walked with too much confidence, or too little. It was the same thing she'd done every day of her life and it had kept her alive, ever since her childhood as an orphan in the slums. Wandering through the dilapidated and cruder structures of the place, she saw the faces of the people. They were every bit as Noxian as those in High Command, citizens of the Empire, and yet, they lived in abject poverty, scrambling for shelter and food cast out by more privileged classes. For the nobility, a rat was a pest, but for them, such a thing could keep you or your family alive for another day or two. For all the Empire provided in stability, security, it fell apart when one saw the true cost, just as it had for her. Part of her wished the hands that had reached for her could have dragged her to the afterlife with them, but that was not her fate. Now, she was their last and only hope of justice being done, of finding redemption and meaning for their deaths. But after everything, how could she hope to make a difference? She was one woman, and no matter her skill, she was not an army. Quilletta Varn had been one woman, and she had raised an army, held a city, but what good had it been? What more could she hope to accomplish alone? She sighed softly, exhaling through her nose as she left the question unanswered. After today, maybe she wouldn't really have to do it alone. At least not anymore... The door to the Circling Crow would open, and a cloaked figure would make its way inside. The weather outside was lousy this time of year. A cloak wasn't out of place. The heavy footfalls on the wooden floor, however, seemed to signify that the figure was carrying a significant load despite the way they moved, almost as if they were used to it. Something out of sight was quite heavy. The figure would turn its head left and right, glancing to the patrons of the establishment, as well as the bartender. After a brief pause, the heavy footsteps would walk up to the counter, and the hood would be pulled back to reveal Riven. "A cider, please..." It was probably the least alcoholic item on the menu, good for someone who didn't like to drink. She wasn't going to insult the bartender by asking for water or, gods forbid, tea. She'd fish out a few coins from within her cloak and press them to the wood below. From what she knew, this woman was one of Katarina's informants, and someone that could be trusted. It was rare for those two things to go hand in hand, especially in Noxus, but if Katarina trusted her, so would Riven. Small talk was not her thing. She figured bartenders were better at that, so she'd leave it to the professional to guide things. In any case, she'd arrived. It was clear to anyone looking who she might have been, assuming they'd grown up within the Empire. After all, one didn't simply forget the face of the former Poster Child of Noxus so easily.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=dEwkBL73,comment-id=00020000,timestamp=2018-01-04T06:36:25.291+0000) Riven! > The door to the Circling Crow would open, and a cloaked figure would make its way inside. The weather outside was lousy this time of year. A cloak wasn't out of place. The heavy footfalls on the wooden floor, however, seemed to signify that the figure was carrying a significant load despite the way they moved, almost as if they were used to it. Something out of sight was quite heavy. The figure would turn its head left and right, glancing to the patrons of the establishment, as well as the bartender. After a brief pause, the heavy footsteps would walk up to the counter, and the hood would be pulled back to reveal Riven. > > "A cider, please..." Ira's eyes flicked to the door, frown tugging at her lips as she beheld a cloaked body slip between the doors. A mercenary perhaps? Judging by the way the newcomer observed each patron in the bar before moving to the counter, as well as the weight they seemed to move naturally with despite the way it made the floor creak beneath them. However, as that cloak fell down, revealing silvered tresses, golden skin and piercing eyes, amber in color, Ira's expression froze as she took in the Poster Child of Noxus. She'd seen plenty of posters with her face, younger of course and without the twisted scar upon her cheek. What was more was that Ira had long caught wind of the Expatriated and her journeys through Noxus after eight long years of self-exile. How strange that she would find herself within The Circling Crow, a laughable idea that made the bartender wonder if this was just the coincidence that it seemed or if other factors were at work. "Have a seat then," she offered, a single brow popping as she nodded and turned to obtain her patron a glass. Was this part of her employers plan for the evening? To have none other than Riven, a woman currently lying lower than Ira likely ever did, swing by for what- - well what _does_ one talk about with an invited rebel? > Small talk was not her thing. She figured bartenders were better at that, so she'd leave it to the professional to guide things. "So... Juss a cider huh? Figured that a rebellious commander such as yerself might fancy murderin' a pint'f somethin' a little stronger," she drawled finally, thoughts caught up with themselves as Ira then tucked them far into the bad confines of her mind. Better to worry about them later, when she could give in fully to an inebriated haze that kept her safe. Sliding the fully glass of cider across the smooth wood of the bar, Ira swipes the handful of coins off of the surface in a practiced motion while her other began to fuss at a pack, attached to the back of her belt. "What brings a proper star like th'Poster Child t'my lonely hole in th'wall?"
: Sit down, and let's play a game, I'll deal. (Ask Twisted Fate!)
//yo! Was curious if you wanted to do a thread with Ira in the Noxian bar HUB? Or are you waiting more for riven?
: The Circling Crow (Open Bar Hub :: Noxus)
>Riven (closed rp) The bartender stared at the glass within her palms, idly wiping her polishing rag along its smooth surface. Two people meandered within her bar, but thus far neither were the person she was waiting for. Ira wasn't sure exactly why Katarina insisted that they meet in the bar itself, as the assassin had made a habit of simply showing up in Ira's home located above, 'for privacy' she always said. What made this instance any different? The yordle strayed too close, his crazy person mutterings making her grit her teeth though she chose to say nothing. The Noxian was entirely too xenophobic to find the yordles company to be adequate, but he had payed and he had done so with good coin. Who was she to deny an honest patron? Instead, she shifted her gaze to the Card Man as she waited for the Noble. .... He put his boots on her table, an offense that nearly made her impulsively hurl the glass in her hands at his head. But good glasses cost money and this man had eyes like her own. They _watched._ Perhaps he was here for a different reason, one that didn't involve as much drink as it did his potential, future company. She had half a mind then to approach, but like with the Yordle, she did not if only because she had her own expected guest that had yet to arrive. So instead, Ira set down her now spotless glass and claimed a different one. A glass riddled with finger and lip prints alike, as well as whatever remnant of their drink- - The Steel Hand judging by the color, dried at the bottom. Hands got to work as she sighed heavily, pulling her gaze away from the Card Man and down to her newest task.
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