Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Sorry for the inactivity, but my busy schedule plus family issues have been keeping me away for longer than I'd like. I should be able to get back to business this weekend.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Kat's RPer has told me that they've been ill in the hospital for the past week or so. Please put them on away for the time being.
: A little known fact about the Black Mist was that it could appear at times of year other than the Harrowing. Karthus, who had adopted the dreaded Shadow Isles as his home, could fly out with the Mist and had a certain degree of control over it due to several centuries of magical expertise combined with sheer force of will. And so it was one evening when the ancient specter appeared in the middle of a Noxian courtyard, specifically that of the Du Cocteau clan. The appearance of the Black Mist was generally cause for alarm. Ghosts that were claimed by it proceeded Karthus, who put them under his power as he made his entrance into the manor. He looked around, saw the Immortal Bastion looming overhead, and sighed. The Deathsinger usually only came to Noxus to remind himself of his purpose; he didn't expect to come along to Noxus with the Black Mist. Still, here he was. "I have yet to compose a requiem for this cruel place," he commented, "no dirge is ponderous enough to truly mourn those who live here."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b7,timestamp=2019-04-21T02:12:06.409+0000) > spoop **Noxus, Du Couteau Manor, Midnight.** The mansion was quiet, just as he preferred it. The elderly butler's footfalls were muffled against the red velvet carpet of the manor's halls as he strolled aimlessly down the lamp-lit corridor. It wasn't often that Jenkins took a few moments for himself for contemplation; he generally was busy with his Lady's orders or chores around the house. Not that he was complaining, of course. He reveled in his service of the Du Couteaus, especially the youngest. A slight frown crinkled the corners of the butler's lips. It pained him to see his mistress in such distress, even more so to be powerless in the face of such magics. However, he did whatever he could to aid her, and that was enough for him. Jenkins' realized that his wanderings had led him into the back courtyard garden; another favorite spot of his mistress. A cool night breeze rustled the leaved on the neatly trimmed shrubbery as the elderly butler peered out over the twisted streets of Noxus below him. To his left, the drake hound Duurthan raised its head, nostrils flaring as it sensed it was no longer alone. Catching the butler's familiar scent, the beast relaxed with a throaty growl. Jenkins took a few steps over to the creature, running a firm hand over its head crest, speaking softly in Ur. "*Naht uren de, Duurthan.*" Suddenly, the beast stiffened beneath his hand. Jenkins frowned. "*Met'hat kuun?*" The creature growled deeply, raising itself up in a threatening posture. The butler turned to look at the empty courtyard, devoid of everything save for a few wisps of an unusually dark mist. "Who is there?" He called. An unnatural chill trickled down his spine, and he began to wish for *Adderlasser*. The unease he felt became more prominent as the drake hound's growls turned to whimpers. Some dark apprehension told him to err on the side of caution, causing him to mutter some ancient words and press a few fingers to his arm. And then the specter appeared. Skeletal in appearance and radiating a cold aura of death, the creature's sudden appearance left the elderly butler stunned. But as the being drew closer, Jenkins remembered his purpose, and swallowed the fear rising in his throat. "What...What brings you to this place, phantom?"
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
As the pair entered the lavish dining hall, the servants working there stopped in their preparations and bowed in greeting as one of their mistress' and the guest of honor arrived. Once they were seated, they quickly went about finishing their work. One by one, the servants completed the finishing touches and either left the room to assume other duties, or stood up against the wall, ready to serve at the slightest beckon. If Riven would move towards a seat, one of the servants would quickly step forward and pull out the chair for her. Another would pour a moderate amount of wine into a glass goblet placed at the table, then both would return to their places, almost like statues. Several moments later, Davian entered the dining room, his appearance slightly disheveled. He was breathing slightly harder than normal, and his tie was askew. He glanced over at Katarina, casting her a sheepish smile. "Yeah...so...uhh...I was supposed to tell her when she got here, and I sort of forgot..She wasn't too happy." There was a dark stain splattered on the bottom of his vest, which he promptly hid behind his coat. "...We're gonna need a new servant." He chuckled, then awkwardly shuffled over to one of the corners of the room, where he stood like a child put in a time out.
: Silence grew as heavy as darkness as seconds passed after the light of Breeze's voice quieted down. It felt like a strange mockery, a sludge from the sewers being rubbed all over his face as his arms hung lifelessly at the sides of his body. As ignorant as he had been born, General Du Couteau had trained him well...to identify the enemy. The pillars of light surrounding the Demacian enemy. "Why are you here if it's not death what you seek?" The voice was deep, inhumanly calm despite the acid now coursing through his body. A Demacian noblewoman had dared to follow him, 'help him', and now he had guided him into the lair of the Noxian most notorious assassins. Perhaps it was the bubbling anger mixed with shame into a disgusting brew what in that moment froze his body like a powerful binding spell. "This has been your last mistake." Could he act any foolish before the old butler? The strange remnant that bore the ghost of his master?
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000000100000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T16:02:22.460+0000) > "Ellen, the youngest of the house of Spirit-Mights, at your service, sir." > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-04-19T04:23:52.285+0000) > > Silence grew as heavy as darkness as seconds passed after the light of Breeze's voice quieted down. For several moments, the elderly butler simply stared, dumbfounded, at the young girl who glared at him so bravely. Then, his gaze slid over to the assassin who sat next to her. The shock on his face faded, to be replaced with...something unintelligible; a strange amalgamation of anger, amusement, confusion, and begrudging admiration. After what seemed like an eternity, He broke the silence. "...You mistake bravery for foolishness, girl." > "Why are you here if it's not death what you seek? This has been your last mistake." And then a cold, gentle cackle reverberated around the room. Unfazed by the sudden, chilling noise, Jenkins looked upward. Near the ceiling of the room, a small balcony overlooked the proceedings; extra space to entertain more guests if needed. Only one person occupied the balcony at the moment, but her mere commanding presence filled the entire space. Leaning on the marble railing that obscured her lower half, looking down upon them all stood Cassiopeia. Slitted, saffron eyes swept over them all as the youngest Du Couteau's painted lips curled into a dispassionate smirk. Her hands, sheathed in black velvet gloves up to her forearms, were laid upon the railing, her forefinger taping lightly against its surface. She was clad in an elegant black dress, accentuated with strips of red. It left very little to the imagination, but it was enough to keep her modesty. Her head and neck were shrouded by an ornate headdress that resembled a double headed axe; an obvious homage to the crest of Noxus. There was no mistaking her beauty, but there were few in Noxus who struck such an imposing figure. In response to his mistress' appearance, Jenkins bowed low at the waist. "Lady Cassiopeia, my apologies for the interruption; I do hope the boy did so tactfully, but I felt that this was rather pressing." Cassiopeia regarded him with a nod. "As always, you have done well. This has been very...enlightening, indeed." She lifted a gloved hand and gestured to Ellen (Breeze?). "After all, it is not often that our loathed enemy is hosted in my home." Her eyes bore into the girl's, like a predator looking upon its prey, and her honied words did little to obscure the danger within. "Tell me, child, why have you come?"
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:00:03.088+0000) > > ((Sorry for the lateness. Business + holidays = no free time for Cass.)) ((It's okay. I've been going through a lot of stuff too. The last 4 weeks for me have been terrible at work and I've just had no motivation for anything. Also, I hope this is okay.)) The world of dreams shifted and changed around the two women at Cassiopeia's mental command. Although she would not be able to see or know it, Zoe had to move herself as the world, to her, shifted around her in a much different way. She was foreign to this mind, after all, and so she did not change with the landscape and would be moved by force if she did not do so on her own. Through her eyes, Zoe watched the dream world shift, changing from the crumbled tomb to a vibrant garden behind a mansion of a house. She knew the layout of where they were. _"The change is fine. I just interrupted your current dream anyway."_ She informed before skipping over and plopping herself down on the offered seat on the bench, and then drew her legs into a cross-sitting position and grabbed her legs below the knees with her hands. _"Okay, the message. It's fairly simple, compared to the other ones I'm normally asked to deliver."_ She said and chuckled. It was funny to her that she normally had to spend hours and days trying to remember what the message was and who she was supposed to tell it to. This was just a really interesting one to her, so she went right to delivering the message. _"You're dying from poison, and you need an antidote made from the source of the poison that's killing you; like normal snake venom and how you make antidote from that same venom. Well, it's not a very dire situation, since the worst of the poison's effect has already occurred, but you can live for a few more years with the antidote."_
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-03-30T03:59:39.130+0000) > Rather cartoonishly, the aspect's eyes teared up and her face turned sad. Given what she was, it was easy for her to manifest these adnormal portotions for herself, but it was all for show rather than effect as the tears never fell. > > _"I don't know, Onee-chan... Powerful magics prevent me from knowing certain things..."_ Cassiopeia's expression hardened. Anything the entity said beyond those words were irrelevant to her. A furious anger rose inside her, colored with shame. She chastised herself for even daring to get her hopes up; for even dreaming for a second that it could have been that easy. The odds of an unknowingly powerful, god-like being to visit her after her search for her father had hit what felt like a nigh impenetrable wall was astronomical. Whatever unfathomable force of the universe that governed her fate appeared to have a cruel sense of humor. The girl had apparently stopped talking after mentioning something about the Grand General, but at the moment, Cassiopeia didn't care. The crushing disappointment of learning nothing of her father, the near-withdrawl like desolation of having her former humanity restored for the briefest of moments, and the self loathing she felt of allowing herself to indulge in the fruitless reverie all coalesced into a seething rage. Clawed hands tore into the satin sheets as Cassiopeia balled her hands into fists, and her tone echoed the venom dripping from her fangs. "If you cannot aid me in finding my father, then I have no use for you. Leave. Now. Or I promise you, god or no, I *will* end you." ((Probs not wise to threaten a god, but she mad. ^^;))
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0021000000010000,timestamp=2019-04-05T08:26:06.356+0000) > Breeze hesitated. Should she lie now, there was always a chance that they would find out, no matter how good actress she was, they had better knowledge of the Noxian culture and history and she would never beat THIS man in this game. She was sure of it. The only lie she could tell was that she was not a noble, but that would mean she betrays Talon, the end of all their cooperation; he would hate her, chase her away or more likely kill her. The last chance that was left was to tell the truth. Which - again - meant almost certain death. She sighed and shook her head slightly: now, there was not a good choice, not a light in the darkness: there was just a question for which reason exactly she will die and by whos hand. Then she strightened her back and raised her chin up: despite wearing dirty and co much common and teared up clothes, it was obvious she indeed was a highborn, an aristocrat. She had it written in her pretty face, in the way she was helding her body, in the way she looked at Jenkins. "Ellen, the youngest of the house of Spirit-Mights, at your service, sir." Breeze made a listtle curtsey. She was not sure if this butler has ever heard about her family and how much he actually knew about houses connected to the roal family in Demacia, but if he has at least basuc knowledge of demacian heraldic, some bells should ring now. Her family was old one, loyal one and indeed noble one. Not as close as Crownguards to the throne,but definitely important enough to be high in king´s favor. She kept staring at Jenkins, her green eyes harder and more proud than before now, and a bit of pride and confidence shown also on her pretty lips, curved into desperate, but reconciled smile. She might be aware of walking the path leading to her death now, but she would show no fear, now shame. And staring at him, she had an excuse to not to turn and look at Talon. She played HIM a fool all the time. With her story about noxian nobility, her assassin games... he would now find out who she really was. And she suspected he wont like it at all.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000000100000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T16:02:22.460+0000) > ((Cass be in the shadows like: "Ooooo, dis gittin gud." {{sticker:slayer-pantheon-popcorn}} ))
Ask Swain (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=006b,timestamp=2019-03-21T08:35:19.880+0000) > > Do you know what really turn me down and continue to roleplay? > > When you leave a post in his/her thread think that they will reply, but didn’t. Didn’t reply to me and Not telling the reason why for not replying. Just fucking ignoring my post like it’s not there didn’t exist. I hate when roleplayers ignore other’s post without telling the reason. It’s freaking rude and disrespectful, totally turn down motivation and interest to roleplaying here. I’m pretty sensitive to those kind of disrespect and it piss me off as well. > > If I were them I would at least tell them in ooc the reason why for ignoring the post, instead just ignoring without letting know the reason -sigh- I already regret this but I've had just about enough. Let me start by saying I would rather experience Cassio tearing my ass a new one a hundred times than even consider rping with you. Because the difference between her toxicity and yours is that she actually is, in the end, a good roleplayer that I'm damn proud of in spite of our differences, compared to you who can barely construct a basic sentence that isn't frothing-at-the-mouth-over-females. 1. It's creepy. Stop it, I don't know your history in this forum but I have seen enough from just a few scrolls to be miserable. 2. Yes, you are toxic. I left this forum partly because of people like you, doomsayers who can't be blocked out by a simple perma mute if women around you don't respond well to your thinly masked cybersex harassment you throw a bitch fit that would make certain world leaders blush. Get over yourself, or get help at least. 3. You know the reason you just refuse to accept it because of a choice few people tolerating your presence and indulging your concerningly delusional power fantasies. 4. It's true that it's harsh to be more or less considered invisible, but you clearly make that choice yourself. [No one](https://i.imgur.com/Trp0WzV.png?1) [is forcing you](https://i.imgur.com/y3KzdvR.png?1) [to post this garbage](https://i.imgur.com/LeOToRo.png?1) > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=093200000000,timestamp=2019-04-03T12:58:51.134+0000) > > Oh no it’s just my thought I can’t help but to share it, also if you were in this forum when it started perhaps it would’ve been saved, just sayin. I would consider writing it on your boot and promptly do a bend over. --- I evacuated this place the moment I realised that it was turning me into an anxiety-riddled toxic mess. I don't believe in purges but a permaban would at least make you consider your actions, if even for just a second Unexisted.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=0932000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-05T16:28:03.879+0000) Aww, miss you too bby.~ {{sticker:katarina-love}}
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000,timestamp=2019-03-22T05:11:37.842+0000) > > Davian chuckled as he retreated, tossing a lazily flamboyant gesture to Talon over his shoulder. "You're so cute when you're deadly.~" > Davian's words could do what his knives could not: scrape his pride. It was a little prick of anger yet restrained by a power beyond words and murder. He had learned the rules of the household far too well, even to bind his body like a chain (leash). And then, as if that wasn't enough..., the Breeze's openly annoying honesty. His perfectly disciplined body little transpired the tides of irritation that grated on his nerves, for he had become a quiet statue sitting on the nearest couch. Too obfuscated to even stop and prey on the delicious *free* food. But at that point, they could have been easily poisoned by Davian just to challenge his awareness. "She followed me." He first stated as if it was a valid explanation. "And she survived." Somehow. "She became the target of a blood mage's assault. The mage escaped. She survived, again." Then..., then, she had been around and. "She's a noble. Couldn't just kill her without giving you trouble. I'm not good at having things, my hands have always been empty except for the blades. Maybe you can find a use for her "talent"."
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002100000000,timestamp=2019-03-22T05:48:48.325+0000) > > "I can as well speak for myself, sir," > > "Name´s Breeze, if you´d like. I am Talon´s apprentice. But why he had summoned me here is really a mystery even for me." As the young girl began speaking, the elderly butler's heavy gaze shifted over to her. At the revelation that she was Talon's proclaimed apprentice, Jenkins' brow raised, and he looked upon the girl as one would look upon a child with a stick proclaiming they were a soldier. "Oh? An apprentice, are you?" The derisive amusement in his tone was clear as he looked from Breeze to Talon once again. > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002100000001,timestamp=2019-03-24T15:59:16.419+0000) > > "She followed me." > > "And she survived." Somehow." > > "She became the target of a blood mage's assault. The mage escaped. She survived, again." Then..., then, she had been around and. "I see." It was clear that the butler thought very little of the girl, and even less of the fact that she fancied herself the apprentice of the insurgent tenant of the Du Couteau household. "Well, be the situation as it may, I see not why you have brought your*pet* to the home of my mistresses." He waved the pair of them off as he turned to leave. "Run along and play with your blades elsewhere. She is not welcome here." > "She's a noble. Couldn't just kill her without giving you trouble. I'm not good at having things, my hands have always been empty except for the blades. Maybe you can find a use for her "talent"." Jenkins paused, his white gloved hand resting on the handle of the sitting room door. After a moment's hesitation, he turned back to face the pair, his dark eyes examining the girl's appearance carefully. "...A noble?" As his gaze raked the girl's appearance, his brow furrowed. "She bears no marks nor crest. Girl, from which house do you hail from." It wasn't a question. Before the girl could answer, the elderly butler held up a threatening finger. "I suggest you answer truthfully. Should you attempt to take me for a fool, your life will be forfeit."
: Davian was like a mad drakehound pup. So playfully dangerous. Where was the old butler to keep him on a leash when he had to? Authorization? Was the old Jenkins trying to provoke him in ways that he shouldn't? Or was it just a way to indirectly test his reflexes and assure nothing in him had rusted? At times, the family's butler seemed to have become the General's echo, perpetually reverberating orders he had chosen to forget. The boy's eyes were always followed by those unfeeling slivers of gold, at times visible in the dark with a reddish tint, so similar to the rats in the large sewer pipes. "He would have, but he knew I was here. Davian knows better," the assassin retorted sharply, yet careless of his words' implications. They had known each other for quite a while, more than what Talon had usually allowed. As the girl sat, Talon remained on his feet. His gaze narrowed still, waiting for the butler to make his appearance. "If I killed you, Davian, it means I'd have to do your job. Or at least find someone and train them to replace you. It's a loss-loss on our head." Yet as the boy kept that merry tone, the more poignant the assassin's words became. There was a lit of shame in there somewhere.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0021,timestamp=2019-02-26T16:45:49.432+0000) > "If I killed you, Davian, it means I'd have to do your job. Or at least find someone and train them to replace you. It's a loss-loss on our head." Davian chuckled as he retreated, tossing a lazily flamboyant gesture to Talon over his shoulder. "You're so cute when you're deadly.~" After several minutes, the boy returned with a silver tray laden with two steaming cups, as well as an assortment of fine tea cakes. The young butler placed the tray on the exquisitely carved wooden table before them. "Help yourself. Master'll be along shortly." Humming merrily to himself, the boy trotted over to one of the walls and leaned against it. Pulling out one of the knives from beneath his coat, he began to twirl it between his fingers, occasionally flipping it into the air with an expert ease. It wasn't too much longer until, true to his word, the boy's master arrived. The door to the sitting room swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Jenkins Adder. The elderly man took a measured step into the sitting room as his dark eyes, as sharp as pointed as a crow's, swept over the assassin and his uninvited guest. After a brief moment, he closed the door behind him. He stood before the door then, his eyes narrowing in Talon's direction. His deep baritone, graveled with age, spoke of his immediate, yet not unexpected, displeasure. "Who is this stranger, assassin. Why have you allowed her to set foot on the grounds of your master?"
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:00:03.088+0000) > > ((Sorry for the lateness. Business + holidays = no free time for Cass.)) ((It's okay. I've been going through a lot of stuff too. The last 4 weeks for me have been terrible at work and I've just had no motivation for anything. Also, I hope this is okay.)) The world of dreams shifted and changed around the two women at Cassiopeia's mental command. Although she would not be able to see or know it, Zoe had to move herself as the world, to her, shifted around her in a much different way. She was foreign to this mind, after all, and so she did not change with the landscape and would be moved by force if she did not do so on her own. Through her eyes, Zoe watched the dream world shift, changing from the crumbled tomb to a vibrant garden behind a mansion of a house. She knew the layout of where they were. _"The change is fine. I just interrupted your current dream anyway."_ She informed before skipping over and plopping herself down on the offered seat on the bench, and then drew her legs into a cross-sitting position and grabbed her legs below the knees with her hands. _"Okay, the message. It's fairly simple, compared to the other ones I'm normally asked to deliver."_ She said and chuckled. It was funny to her that she normally had to spend hours and days trying to remember what the message was and who she was supposed to tell it to. This was just a really interesting one to her, so she went right to delivering the message. _"You're dying from poison, and you need an antidote made from the source of the poison that's killing you; like normal snake venom and how you make antidote from that same venom. Well, it's not a very dire situation, since the worst of the poison's effect has already occurred, but you can live for a few more years with the antidote."_
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2019-02-20T18:22:27.368+0000) > > Zoe chuckled softly at the mortal's words for a moment, but then stopped, considering if there was a misunderstanding of sorts. > > _"What do I mean by that? Words can mean different things to different people for different reasons, but I try to be an open book so people understand me more, but that seems to cause more problems. Hmm."_ ((No worries. It's a nifty detail that I didn't consider, and it's a pretty decent motivator as to why she does the things she does. I added the profile I created for Cass a long time ago in my intro, so feel free to take a peek at it if you want. Also, sorry for making you wait so long. This past month has been a whirlwind.)) Cassiopeia didn't bother hiding her suspicion from the Targonian deity; the being would have been able to see her distrust as the world around them dimmed. The once clear blue sky became cloudy with an impossible swiftness, and the echo of thunder rumbled from the walls of the Immortal Bastion. It appeared that there were things that this being knew about her future, and possibly her past as well. Perhaps this girl... > Zoe took a thinking pose, crossing her arms in front of her chest, closing her eyes, and leaning her head down in thought. > > As she did, there was a shift in her form as she seemed to a part of Cassiopeia's dream and not. She was sitting on the stone bench one moment then she was sitting on night stand then she was back on the stone; her invasion of the mind faltering as she lost focus and drifted into thought. > > When she had an idea of what to say, she opened her eyes again and clapped her hands... in the waking world. > > In the dream world, Zoe would seem to vanish, but her voice was still heard. In the waking world, Zoe was sitting on the night stand next to Cassiopeia's bed; still in the cross-legged sitting position. > > _"I know! It's like the diamond in the rough expression, but the opposite! However that is. I'm important to the Targonian culture and have some influence elsewhere, but the world still works without me being there. You're important to the Noxian culture and have some influence elsewhere, but the world still..."_ As soon as the questions began to form themselves on Cassiopeia's lips, the girl vanished from her position on the bench. Cassiopeia's eyes widened in shock, and the illusion began to fade. Her home, the garden, the Noxian skyline, all began to dissolve into nothingness. The girl continued to flicker in and out of existence as she expounded. Cassiopeia decided that she had had enough of this charade. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Cassiopeia's eyes shot open as she sat up quickly, her breath echoing her pounding heart. She was in her bedroom once more. A ways beyond her four poster bed, the moonlight streamed through the gap between her drawn curtains. Hurriedly lifting a hand to her face, she saw it had returned to its viciously clawed form. _Was...was it all just a dream?_ She looked to the nightstand by her bed. There sat the strange girl from her dreams, as real as the serpentine tail that was curled beneath the covers. Cassiopeia was silent for a moment. Then, she spoke quietly, her words seeping with a brutal determination. "...Where is my father." ((I figured Zoe knows but won't say cuz, you know...universe reasons.))
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Cass needs to go on away for a week or so. Family emergencies.
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2019-02-21T19:11:17.811+0000) > > He lunged. > Ellen did not expect this. Talon did mention this might be tricky and never forgot to warn he does not care much about her life, but she still considered this meeting to be more diplomacy and mutual searching for answers than an assault. So, her reaction was slower than could be as she jumped to her feet, the chair falling back on the floor with loud bang, and she only closely dodged the blade stepping backward, pulling her own dagger from the belt as she did so. Her face showed the surprise. And confusion. She was not ready to fight here. Luckily, her reflexes kicked in and she somehow managed to block and dodge, not answering the attack with her own, partly not able to yet, partly waiting.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00200000,timestamp=2019-02-21T21:12:00.878+0000) Davian giggled with sadistic glee as his lunge was directed away from his target. The dim shack was lit up with sparks as the blades collided. The dark traveling cloak whipped about as Davian turned quickly to face his opponent. "Oooo, she's a bit feisty. It's gonna make cutting you up all the more fun!~" His legs tensed, preparing to spring again. > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002000000000,timestamp=2019-02-26T06:45:43.334+0000) > "I didn't bring her like a mouse for you to play." And those words were sentenced with a single razor which gently cut a few of those luminous red hairs. He had missed on purpose and he assured the boy perceived it. Talon looked up, his sharp eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the hood. Davian faltered as Talon spoke, stumbling slightly as he stopped mid-spring. "Huh?-WOAH!" The young butler jerked his head to the side sharply as the shuriken sliced through the spot his head was a moment earlier. He saw a few strands of his blood-red locks hang lazily in the air before fluttering to the floor of the shack. He straightened, but did not lower his blade. His eyes flicked back and forth from Talon and the woman. > "She's the reason why I summoned Cassiopeia. She's a nobleman's daughter skilled enough to follow me around, and unfortunately, her privileges forbid me from disposing of her." "Whaaaat?" The boy whined, his weapon arm becoming limp as he stared at Talon in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Davian knew that Talon had absolutely no sense of humor, but this situation was so absurd that he just *had* to believe it was some kind of weird joke. Seeing that, as usual, the assassin was dead serious, Davian groaned loudly in disappointment. "Awwww. Come on! Really? The first time Master let me...and it was from you of all people and...Ugh, I was all excited, too!" He bitterly returned the dagger to its sheath hidden beneath his coat, casting a longing look at the stranger. "Maaaaan, it was gonna be so much fun to kill you." He sighed heavily. "But I guess I'll probably be serving you tea instead..." Grumbling under his breath, he shoved open the door to the shack and gestured animatedly for the pair to follow him. "Well, come on then. Master will have to figure this all out." A slight smile returned to his face as he glanced at Talon. "I know you missed on purpose, but you don't have to play coy. Next time, try to kill me for real. You're so much hotter when you're serious.~" Casting a wink at the assassin, Davian led the pair through the gardens to the mansion. Once inside, Davian guided the two to one of the mansion's ornate sitting rooms. "You guys can wait here for a bit. I'm gonna go fetch Master." He looked at the woman with a raised brow and spoke to her as if he never tried to slaughter her five minutes ago. "You want anything? Tea, coffee, wine? I think we got some decent brandy somewhere if you want something stronger." After taking both their orders and blowing a kiss in Talon's direction, Davian turned and trotted off to find the elder butler. ((....I had way too much fun with this.))
: Ask Talon - The Blade's End
((Oh joy, a new victim to torture.~)) "C'mon, please Master? Let me take this one!" The young red-haired boy was looking pleading up into the dark eyes of his master, his white gloved hands clasped together in a begging gesture. In turn, the aged butler returned his apprentice's look, his expression exasperated as he clutched the ragged piece of parchment. As per his usual form, the fabled assassin of Marcus Du Couteau had left a message for his mistress in the method he preferred. Jenkins detested how the guttersnipe felt he had the right to summon his mistress anywhere, especially in such a crude fashion. However, Lady Cassiopeia relented, and he had no choice but to be reassured by her word. Appearing at his shoulder, his ever-inquisitive apprentice inquired about the note. Upon hearing who it was from, he immediately began pleading to be the one to go in Cassiopeia's stead. Jenkins sighed deeply, the edge of annoyance on his breath. He was just to be a messenger, nothing more. Surely, he could allow the boy to do that much. "...Very well." Almost reluctantly, he handed Davian the parchment, and clenched his jaw against the squeal of joy that followed. "Thank you so much Master!" Davian tried to take the parchment from him, but Jenkins held it firm. The boy looked up, puzzled. "You are to act as the Lady's messenger, no more, no less. And do not kill unless *completely* necessary. Understood?" "...Define 'necessary'." "Davian." Jenkins' warning was clear in the way he said the boy's name. Davian chuckled. "Only kidding! I promise to be on my best behavior." After a few moments, Jenkins nodded, finally relinquishing the piece of parchment. He watched as the boy turned and cantered back down the hallway. Jenkins watched him go, a slight feeling of foreboding creeping up his spine. "...Why do I have a bad feeling about this." --- **In the Gardens** >"May be you better give me some advice how to act, talk, behave? To make a good impression?" "Yoo hoo~. Taaaaalon~." A cheerful voice floated in from the suddenly open window of the small guard's shack. The slight sent of lavender on the cool night air told Talon exactly who was there even before he slipped from the roof and gracefully flipped into the room. Even in the shadowy room, the two would be able to make out the brilliantly red hair. The boy looked no older than seventeen. His features were soft and friendly, but his steel colored eyes were cold and lifeless. As always, the boy was clad in his crisp butler uniform. A light cloak to ward off the evening chill settled about him after his acrobatic feat. Immediately, the boy's eyes found Talon, and he grinned mischievously. "Hiya handsome.~ Long time no see." His gaze found the stranger. His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh? You brought a friend?" The boy's friendly smile widened, but behind the soft features lurked a chilling aura of wickedness. He tutted several times as he reached a hand into his cloak. "Oh, honey, you know how Mistress *hates* uninvited guests." Withdrawing his hand from his cloak, he produced a straight sharp blade, and twirled it between his fingers expertly. "I don't know how you managed to find out that Master hasn't let me kill anyone lately, but it's really sweet of you to bring someone for me." He cast a wink at the assassin. "I'll have to repay you later.~ But for now..." He turned his attention back to the stranger, smiling gleefully at the prospect of ending her life. "Time to unwrap my gift.~" He lunged.
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:00:03.088+0000) > > ((Sorry for the lateness. Business + holidays = no free time for Cass.)) ((It's okay. I've been going through a lot of stuff too. The last 4 weeks for me have been terrible at work and I've just had no motivation for anything. Also, I hope this is okay.)) The world of dreams shifted and changed around the two women at Cassiopeia's mental command. Although she would not be able to see or know it, Zoe had to move herself as the world, to her, shifted around her in a much different way. She was foreign to this mind, after all, and so she did not change with the landscape and would be moved by force if she did not do so on her own. Through her eyes, Zoe watched the dream world shift, changing from the crumbled tomb to a vibrant garden behind a mansion of a house. She knew the layout of where they were. _"The change is fine. I just interrupted your current dream anyway."_ She informed before skipping over and plopping herself down on the offered seat on the bench, and then drew her legs into a cross-sitting position and grabbed her legs below the knees with her hands. _"Okay, the message. It's fairly simple, compared to the other ones I'm normally asked to deliver."_ She said and chuckled. It was funny to her that she normally had to spend hours and days trying to remember what the message was and who she was supposed to tell it to. This was just a really interesting one to her, so she went right to delivering the message. _"You're dying from poison, and you need an antidote made from the source of the poison that's killing you; like normal snake venom and how you make antidote from that same venom. Well, it's not a very dire situation, since the worst of the poison's effect has already occurred, but you can live for a few more years with the antidote."_
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-01-19T23:31:34.698+0000) > _"I'm not a Celestial; I'm an Aspect. The Aspect of Twilight and Change!"_ > > She said, her smile returning as she held up her arm, stretched it toward her, and held up two fingers in a V-shape (peace sign). Cassiopeia gave the girl a plastic smile in response to her...sparkling declaration. *Is this child really one of the powerful Aspects I've read about?...* Her legs itched to be moved, a feeling she hadn't thought about in ages, and she stood, taking long, purposeful strides around the garden. Even if it was just a dream, she cherished the moments of having her legs again; the moments of being human again. > _"Your existence in the fabric of reality means as much as mine own, but I think yours is interesting and I want to know what you do with it."_ This gave the youngest Du Couteau pause. Her brow furrowed slightly and she turned back to face the entity. Her tone was measured, but the wariness she felt was not completely absent from her voice. "What exactly do you mean by that?" ((I wasn't exactly sure where you wanted to go with this, but I think it might be fun for Zoe to drag Cass through some of the things she's done in her life that have had a butterfly effect on Runterra at large. Sort of like a "It's A Wonderful Life" kinda deal. Thoughts?))
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b6000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:10:24.835+0000) > > Cassiopeia chuckled wryly as the assassin divulged his story. She slid closer to him, taloned fingers reaching for his face. The golden blades shone in the candlelight; they were recently washed. But the iron scent of blood still lingered heavily around them. She had been hunting tonight. Cassiopeia's fingers brushed gently against Talon's cheek as she drew close to him. "My dear assassin." She cooed, but beneath the gentle coy tones was a subtle hint of sarcasm. "You wax such poetic verses. However, your skill lies with blades." She slid her fingers from his cheek down to his lips, tapping them lightly. "Leave the words to the professionals." She pulled away from Talon and turned, starting down the hallway as she called to him over her shoulder. "Well, come along. I wish to hear more about this warrior with eyes of 'evil moonlight'." Those eyes stared at her as she slithered with her grace, as she slid those nails like blades against his skin, dry like sunburnt hide. "You standards have fallen if you call that poetry." Talon followed, his face still unreadable in the shadows. Cassiopeia's presence, even in that form, was still dangerously charming. Or perhaps even more than before? The thought was almost chilling. "I spoke my mind, I told you exactly what I remember." The deep, raspy voice concealed whatever poignant thoughts the snake's reference to his illiteracy might have had. True it was letters and words were his enemies, despite how much effort he had put into reading the General's reports. "He wasn't alive." he added as they crossed the darkened hallways. "He wasn't human." The rattling of blades followed, he was being careless, his presence unconcealed only reflected what his gestures did not. Unsettled thoughts, disturbed dreams. "He wasn't there."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b60000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-11T04:28:53.537+0000) > "You standards have fallen if you call that poetry." Cassiopeia chuckled as she glided down the hallway. "I suppose your wit is the only dull weapon you possess." She cast a coy, sideways glance at the assassin; a look she did not give him often. "Sarcasm, darling." The youngest Du Couteau appeared to be in an uncharacteristically good mood. Her hips swayed with the roiling of her serpentine tail more emphatically than normal, and the corners of her painted lips were consistently curled into a small smirk. The last time that Cassiopeia was in such a good mood, a news report circulated among the gentry of a lesser noble family, who had been rumored to deal in trafficking child slaves, that had been brutally slaughtered. A note, written in the family head's own hand, detailed their involvement with the horrid trade; a full confession. The case was dropped, as there weren't any living members to face the charges. When Jenkins had asked of her involvement, she simply smiled and said that she had just gone for a stroll. > "I spoke my mind, I told you exactly what I remember." "He wasn't alive. He wasn't human. He wasn't there." Cassiopeia paused briefly, giving Talon a curious look. Her saffron gaze wandered over personage, as if she was examining him. After a few moments of silence, she seemed to decide something and hummed thoughtfully. She continued down the hallway wordlessly, only speaking again once she reached her bedchambers. Pushing the door inward, she beckoned Talon to follow her with an airy wave of her hand. Once inside, she removed her talons and tossed them casually on a nearby table. "Close the door." Slithering over to her bed, she slid onto it as gracefully as her monstrous form would allow. She lay back against the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Cassiopeia hadn't said as such, but the sizable vacancy beside her on her bed suggested that Talon should join her. "Katarina has not returned yet. I do not believe she will for some time."
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=3ofbcPff,comment-id=00040000,timestamp=2019-01-16T07:50:59.663+0000) As time wore on and Katarina slipped rooftop to rooftop, she found herself breathing a sigh of relief as the carriage drew closer to its destination. Anxiousness had been twisting in her belly as her eyes darted from the transport to the skies, though it soon morphed into irritation as her company was held up by the guards. Katarina muttered a curse under her breath as she watched, internally fighting the urge to grant them permission to pass personally if only to save time. It was unnecessary however as the armor plated watchmen soon parted and allowed for the carriage to pass. Now in the final stretch of their travel, Katarina felt confident enough of their safety and turned away to reach her home before the duo. She would reach the estate with time to spare, letting out a tense breath as she tidied her threads and began to climb in through the window she had left through. With ten thousand new thoughts swirling around in her head, the window was pulled open quietly and one boot swung over the frame and settled easily on the pane on the other side. > "Oh! Hey Mistress Katarina." He shot her a mischievous grin as he casually ran a hand through his blood red hair. "I take it things went well picking up your lover?" When that familiar voice rang out, pulling Katarina from her thoughts, that boot however nearly slipped; a motion easily masked by the way she straddled the window pane. A scowl immediately formed, eyes shooting Davian the venomous expression. However she was quick to resume her entry and Katarina swung her other leg over and allowed for herself to drop. The fall wasn't incredibly high, however for the sake of safety, the woman vanished mid air, reappearing nearly instantly just above the floor with a small flash. Her aggravated gaze fell back to Davian as she righted herself, hands straightening out garments without thought. "You'd be wise not to use that word," she glowered, turning to the display that Jenkins had arranged. "And do tell me, where is my sister? The carriage here will be arriving at any minute...."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=3ofbcPff,comment-id=000400000000,timestamp=2019-01-22T19:50:51.907+0000) Davian stepped back as Katarina teleported to the floor in front of him, and giggled as his mistress' annoyed glare, placing a mocking hand over his bottom lip. "Oops.~ Touched a nerve." He placed his hand on the back of his neck in a relaxed pose, leaning his back against the wall. It was similar to the way that Katarina herself often posed; although he would not admit it, the young butler had a great deal of admiration for the eldest Du Couteau. "Dunno what else I'd call her. Besides, I never thought you'd be into that sort of thing anyway." At the mention of the younger Du Couteau, Davian barked a laugh and jerked his thumb up in the general direction of the mansion's bed chambers. "Primping herself for the grand ball. You know how she is; she won't set foot in public without..." He trailed off, pausing thoughtfully. "Actually, I think this is the first time that she's ever let herself be seen by anyone who isn't...well...us." He gestured to himself and then the mansion at large. "She must be a pretty special girl to you to even get Lady Cassiopeia this riled up." Pushing himself off the wall with a foot, Davian tossed a wave over his shoulder as he turned back towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna go check on the meal one last time. Have fun getting ready...FOR YOUR LOVER." After shouting the taunt over his shoulder, Davian broke out into a break-neck run to flee from his mistress' wrath, and ensure that the mansion was ready for the guest of honor to arrive. --- "We are here." The butler loosened the clasp on his cloak as the carriage pulled to a stop. The moment it came to a full halt, he swung open the door and stepped out. Two house guards stood at attention to greet them. Jenkins Bowed deeply, his right fist held across his heart in salute. "Welcome to the Du Couteau manor." Jenkins led Riven up the short paved walkway and the obsidian marble steps of the manor. Opening the grand oak doors, He gestured for Riven to enter, announcing her presence to the atrium. "Our guest of honor has arrived! Please welcome the Lady Riven!"
: 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.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Riven,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=3ofbcPff,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2019-01-16T02:10:15.021+0000) > After Riven entered the carriage, the man entered after her, taking the opposing seat and knocking gently on the carriage wall behind him. The woman who was sitting in the driver's seat spurred the horses forward. The carriage lurched, and started down the road. Seemingly satisfied that the pair were safe, the man reached up and pulled off his hood, revealing a stern and aged face. The man was in his later years, but the dark, crow-like eyes held the spirit of a soldier. His silvering hair was slicked back in a tight ponytail, solidifying his crisp and ordered appearance. In a deep baritone, graveled with age, he answered her. "There is much to say on the character of the Lady Cassiopeia. She is a woman of impeccable grace, wise beyond her years, and a worthy heiress to the Du Couteau name. Despite the tragedy of Master Marcus' disappearance and...other hardships she has faced, the Lady still maintains the expectations of her station." The man inclined his head towards Riven. "In that regard, I do apologize for the lack of propriety in which this meeting was conducted. Special circumstances and all, of course. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jenkins Adder, head butler of the Du Couteau estate and loyal servant of the house. It is an honor to meet the Lady Katarina's chosen suitor." It was apparent that he meant the words, but there was a strange distance in his tone. The man was hard to read, but it was clear that he did not entirely approve of their union. After a while, the carriage came to a sudden halt. There was the unmistakable sound of armor-clad individuals outside the carriage. Then a sharp voice rang out clearly. "What permission have you to pass this gate?" There was the quiet voice of the woman driver; she spoke too softly for the pair to make out the words. Then silence. Jenkins didn't appear worried in the slightest at the silence. He remained seated, hands placed in his lap, fingers intertwined. Then, finally, the voice rang out again. "All appears to be in order. Move along!" The carriage lurched forward again, and they continued on their way. "We will be arriving soon." ___ **Inside the Mansion** The table was set. The menu prepared. Everything was proceeding exactly how his master had planned it. And it was so...BORING. Davian sighed as he checked over the placement of the blood lilies for the seventh time. As always, anything his master did was perfect. He didn't know why he had to stay behind and watch over everything. He wanted to go be the lookout for when Jenkins picked up Katarina's girlfriend, but of course the woman herself insisted she should go in his stead. Who was he to argue with the Lady of the House? Didn't mean he was happy with the decision. Davian sighed again, turning his back on the dining room and heading back out into the main hallway. His gaze wandered skyward nonchalantly, and he spotted her climbing in one of the windows. "Oh! Hey Mistress Katarina." He shot her a mischievous grin as he casually ran a hand through his blood red hair. "I take it things went well picking up your lover?"
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
I vote 2 in full support of the sub-boards.
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:00:03.088+0000) > > ((Sorry for the lateness. Business + holidays = no free time for Cass.)) ((It's okay. I've been going through a lot of stuff too. The last 4 weeks for me have been terrible at work and I've just had no motivation for anything. Also, I hope this is okay.)) The world of dreams shifted and changed around the two women at Cassiopeia's mental command. Although she would not be able to see or know it, Zoe had to move herself as the world, to her, shifted around her in a much different way. She was foreign to this mind, after all, and so she did not change with the landscape and would be moved by force if she did not do so on her own. Through her eyes, Zoe watched the dream world shift, changing from the crumbled tomb to a vibrant garden behind a mansion of a house. She knew the layout of where they were. _"The change is fine. I just interrupted your current dream anyway."_ She informed before skipping over and plopping herself down on the offered seat on the bench, and then drew her legs into a cross-sitting position and grabbed her legs below the knees with her hands. _"Okay, the message. It's fairly simple, compared to the other ones I'm normally asked to deliver."_ She said and chuckled. It was funny to her that she normally had to spend hours and days trying to remember what the message was and who she was supposed to tell it to. This was just a really interesting one to her, so she went right to delivering the message. _"You're dying from poison, and you need an antidote made from the source of the poison that's killing you; like normal snake venom and how you make antidote from that same venom. Well, it's not a very dire situation, since the worst of the poison's effect has already occurred, but you can live for a few more years with the antidote."_
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b5000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-05T18:00:42.723+0000) > If the news was upsetting to the youngest Du Couteau sister, she didn't show it. She simply turned her gaze to the exotic flowers blooming in a bed to her right. They were exquisitely beautiful, with pedals an incredibly pure shade of white. "These are one of my favorites. They are only found in the most remote regions of the Ironspike Mountains, where no other vegetation flourishes. The locals call them 'Deothralifes'; 'The Blessings of Life or Death'." She reached over and caressed one of the bulbs gently. "When brewed correctly, these flowers can bring back those who seem like they have crossed the threshold of death itself; a miracle in a bottle, if you would. But mistreat them even slightly..." Cassiopeia tapped the flower roughly with a finger. The beautiful pearly white pedals turned black and poisonous looking, curling in on themselves like the legs of a dying spider. "...and the only thing that awaits you is a slow, and painful demise." She withdrew her hand from the rotten looking plant and sighed. "Power never comes without a price. The question always is how much are you willing to pay. I have noticed that my powers were strengthening. I had suspected that my own body was to be paid as tribute." She turned back to face the child on the bench next to her, her eyes burning with curiosity. "From what I recall of my knowledge of you Celestials, you only intervene in situations so dire, they can effect the entire world. What part does my existence play in the workings of the fabric of reality? Surely, the life of a singer Noxian does not hinge on the whole of this world?"
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Cass is back from holiday stuff, but unfortunately I'm going to have to give up Vi. I've just got too much going on to handle 2 champions right now.
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
The robed man seemed as if he were about to speak, but was interrupted by the woman in the corner who came over to join them. The hooded man bowed his head in greeting as the woman greeted him. "As you wish." The hooded man turned back to Ira and bowed again. "Miss Pelerin. Until we meet again, which I believe shall be quite soon." He placed his hand on the bar as he turned to leave. "Please, follow me." As the mysterious man lifted his hand off the bar, a small, square piece of paper was left behind. Printed on the paper on black ink was a familiar family crest; one Ira would instantly recognize. The man led the cloaked woman outside and started down the street, their footfalls the only sound keeping them company. After a few moments, when they were far enough away from the bar, the man spoke. "You needn't worry about being followed. There is a contingency in place to ensure that doesn't happen." He said nothing else for the rest of the short journey. At the end of the street, the man turned around the corner, and the two were met with the sight of a simple-looking carriage. It was very bland looking, and some of the wood was splintering in places; nothing any serious thief would took twice at. The man opened the door of the carriage and gestured to the cabin. "If you would, ma'am."
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b60000,timestamp=2018-12-13T06:16:56.468+0000) > > "I see you are enjoying your favorite pastime of brooding moodily outside of my father's chambers?" > > The familiar cold, sultry voice came from above Talon. Cassiopeia was hanging from one of the top windows in the corridor, most of her snake form curing out, upwards, and out of sight. It appeared that she was returning from the roof of the manor. Cassiopeia looked down upon Talon, her saffron eyes filled with a steely indifference. She was clad in only a silken slip and a sash covering her waist; a tastefully revealing ensemble that was par for the course for the youngest Du Couteau. Slithering carefully down to the floor, using her talon-covered hands to guide her decent, Cassiopeia came to a graceful rest in front of the assassin. She gracefully smoothed the silken slip back into place, still affixing Talon with her hard gaze. "You have been gone several weeks this time. Unusually long, even for you. You have found something, or lost something." Her last words were pointed, but were subtly weighted with accusation. Her unblinking stare did nothing to dissuade the point as she waited for his answer. Cassiopeia's voice was a knife smoothly shredding the darkness. It caused his eyes to narrow, but not a single muscle tensed in surprise. HIs body was as dead as his blades. As he turned, he saw the elegant shape moving in the shadows, sinuous like a dark fragrant oil. Her grace easily succeeded in captivating his hopeless attention. Cassiopeia exuded a form of power inherent to the General, so different to Katarina's martial ferocity. "Both," he replied with the honesty of a servant, his gaze foolishly meeting hers as if he had purposely abandoned all attempts to conceal his mind from her hypnotic eyes. "His spirit is restless. I fought a stranger in the deepest alley of the gutters, near the inner vaults of the Immortal Bastion. His talent, his skill, it matched mine, it was like fighting a mirror. But his eyes had the color of the evil moonlight. We fell in the gutter, his blade became a tidemark on my neck. And I was alone, dragged by the weight of my own cloak"
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b600000000,timestamp=2018-12-29T18:01:31.265+0000) > Cassiopeia chuckled wryly as the assassin divulged his story. She slid closer to him, taloned fingers reaching for his face. The golden blades shone in the candlelight; they were recently washed. But the iron scent of blood still lingered heavily around them. She had been hunting tonight. Cassiopeia's fingers brushed gently against Talon's cheek as she drew close to him. "My dear assassin." She cooed, but beneath the gentle coy tones was a subtle hint of sarcasm. "You wax such poetic verses. However, your skill lies with blades." She slid her fingers from his cheek down to his lips, tapping them lightly. "Leave the words to the professionals." She pulled away from Talon and turned, starting down the hallway as she called to him over her shoulder. "Well, come along. I wish to hear more about this warrior with eyes of 'evil moonlight'."
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b5000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-10T22:07:50.805+0000) > > Zoe blinked when she rose on her own, but her smile remained and she took a more relaxed position with her hands behind her back, gripping one arm in a hand and watching the mortal woman that looked down at her. _"We made the wheel first, but your people did make paved roads first. Also plate armor, but the Solari are too proud to admit you improved the design. I'm a Lunari, so I don't care."_ Cassiopeia's words about the Targonian people did not fall on deaf ears, but Zoe was not the kind of person to defend her people. She would speak the truth regarding Noxus and Targon though. When Cassiopeia extended her hand, Zoe took it in both of hers and shook it. _"Zoe's my name, Cassi-chan! I know you're the younger sister, but you still seem more mature. Do you have any immediate questions for me? If not, there is the reason I am here speaking with you. I could come another day, or night, if this has been a bad day for you. You were in deep sleep, so I figured this would be the least likely time I would shock you into awakeness. I just need to get with you about this sometime within the next twenty weeks before it's too late and I get scolded by the greater deities for failing to do my job."_ She then released Cassiopeia's hand and lightly tapped her foot against the ground, levitating off it so she was eye to eye with the Noxian woman.
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-11T03:55:38.586+0000) > ((Sorry for the lateness. Business + holidays = no free time for Cass.)) *Cassi-chan*...The nickname was so foreign to her ears that Cassiopeia had to stop herself from flinching. It was strange, and....cute. She didn't *do* cute. But, she supposed she could do her best to ignore it. The girl was babbling again. Cassiopeia had a feeling that she did that often. But among the babble was something that did catch her attention. "A message? I am assuming this is of some importance for you to contact me in this way." Cassiopeia glanced around at the tomb. Despite the current situation and the fact that it was a dream, she didn't want to be here any longer. This was a dream in her own mind, and if there was anything Cassiopeia had complete control over, it was her own mind. *If I can return myself to my normal state, then perhaps...* She closed her eyes, and concentrated hard. When she opened her eyes again, the ancient Shuriman tomb was gone. Instead, the two were in a place that Cassiopeia knew quite well; her mother's garden behind the Du Couteau mansion. Beautiful flora from all over Runterra surrounded them, and a stone statue fountain with a pair of intricately carved benches before it sat in front of them. Cassiopeia smiled triumphantly as she started towards the benches. "I hope you do not mind the sudden shift, but I felt that a change of scenery was necessary for such a serious discussion." She sat on one of the benches, crossing her legs gracefully and gesturing to the bench next to her. "Now, what is this message you have for me?"
: And again, failure. Dead ends, false information and clues twisted into a spiderweb of lies and deception. Guided like a puppet in a play, convinced there still existed something which wasn’t part of the story previously written. Weeks had passed since he had dared to return and face the judgment of the sisters. Of Cassiopeia and her obnoxious league of assassin-servants. They, the unknown, the unseen, had allowed him to believe he was investigating, that he was truly approaching the truth, a mouse running in the labyrinth desperately seeking his reward. He had found it, a shimmering sliver under the moon where he had seen the General's face reflected. In silence, he followed the information they fed him, his reports under the surveillance of the High Command were regarded as an “important duty for the Empire, to unveil the truth behind the disappearance of Marcus Du Couteau”. Like a lumbering ghoul he roamed the darkened hallways of the manor. It was another sad, rainy night in the mighty capital city. Lightning flashed, marking his way to the General’s old study, almost midnight. He knew his presence wouldn't go unnoticed, just as he had permitted (or had it been his carelessness?) He had even used the window, like a thief, he wanted no one to see him return to that room, always like a ghost attracted to the place of his death. Talon had read Marcus’ documents many times, even if he struggled with the remnants of his own illiteracy. And he would continue to read them, hoping there was a clue, a hint, something he had overlooked. Aching to hear those words, read them in his voice, once more alive in his mind. Talon stopped before the door, pressing his hand against the heavy wood. He had seen himself stand by that very door and hear the command allowing him to enter. A dream, it had only been a dream. Or was he still dreaming?
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b6,timestamp=2018-12-02T21:48:09.396+0000) "I see you are enjoying your favorite pastime of brooding moodily outside of my father's chambers?" The familiar cold, sultry voice came from above Talon. Cassiopeia was hanging from one of the top windows in the corridor, most of her snake form curing out, upwards, and out of sight. It appeared that she was returning from the roof of the manor. Cassiopeia looked down upon Talon, her saffron eyes filled with a steely indifference. She was clad in only a silken slip and a sash covering her waist; a tastefully revealing ensemble that was par for the course for the youngest Du Couteau. Slithering carefully down to the floor, using her talon-covered hands to guide her decent, Cassiopeia came to a graceful rest in front of the assassin. She gracefully smoothed the silken slip back into place, still affixing Talon with her hard gaze. "You have been gone several weeks this time. Unusually long, even for you. You have found something, or lost something." Her last words were pointed, but were subtly weighted with accusation. Her unblinking stare did nothing to dissuade the point as she waited for his answer.
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-26T22:39:40.371+0000) > > _"Yep! All dreaming! Tail or legs, the choice is yours... as long as nothing shocks you out of deep slumber and wakes you up, and then you see me looming over your bed on your night stand reading a book from the bookshelf downstairs. It's just a history book, but I'm surprised how battle-loving your people are. Good think the darkin were imprisoned for so long. Not my fault, by the way."_ Zoe quickly added the last part, knowing that she had shared such secrets with the mortals for very different reason than they used them for, and drifted off a little in her answer about whether or not the mortal was dreaming. It was difficult for the deity to explain dreams and her reality-breaking abilities without showing them off, but she figured it would be easier, and safer for those in the immediate area around her, if she spoke to the mortal in her dreams rather than in person. Besides, there was the problem of screaming and people panicking as she just tried to do her job and deliver messages she didn't know to people she had never met. _"Anyway..."_ Zoe stood up, rising from her kneeling position, stretched her arms for a moment, and leaned down to offer her hand to help Cassiopeia stand on her legs... or tail, if she chose. _"I'm a Targonian deity, the messenger one that brings news of terrible and or amazing events about to come! Any more questions? And can I call you onee-chan? You're very pretty and just seem like the big-sister type."_
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-28T05:38:51.181+0000) > "I...choose...?" Cassiopeia still didn't understand what exactly was happening. She was obviously in a dream; one she'd had many, many times, but she felt completely lucid. Even now as she pondered her situation, she realized that the violent searing pain of the serpent's poison had vanished. Cassiopeia willed her body to rise, pushing herself up to her hands and knees. Wait...knees? Cassiopeia looked down in astonishment to find that she was kneeling on toned, bronze-skinned slender legs. _Her_ legs. Ignoring the hand that the strange girl presented to her, Cassiopeia slowly brought herself to her feet. The stone floor of the tomb was warm against her soles, and she felt the sand run between her toes. It was a simple pleasure that she felt that she would never experience again. Cassiopeia ran a hand gently across her waist where the flesh had once turned to hard scales. With some effort, Cassiopeia wrenched her mind back to her present ordeal, as much as she would rather get lost in the fantasy of having her legs again. Her painted brow furrowed in confusion as the child spoke to her about her purpose, brushing away the last pointless drivel. "A Targonian deity?...Those mountain savages who worship the sun and the moon?" She had to stop herself from dismissing the girl outright. Whether she was a deity or not, she was obviously a being of some sort of power. And Cassiopeia was at her mercy. Better to err on the side of caution. She sighed, and fixed the girl with a warm smile. "Forgive my earlier rudeness. This is all a bit of a shock. You may call me whatever you find appropriate, young one." She held out a hand to the girl - a hand she was surprised to see was no longer wickedly clawed, but perfectly manicured. "I am lady Cassiopeia Du Couteau, although I suspect you already knew this. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance...Zoe, was it?"
: The Bankett dav Valkung (Banquet of Welcoming) ((Closed RP))
**The Circling Crow, Ivory Ward. 5:30 PM** The quiet bar was filled with its sparse number of usual patrons; a handful of grizzled soldiers drinking away their troubles, a few disgraced nobles hiding from the public eye, and a peculiar hooded woman in the corner. But on this night, a new face appeared in the doorway of the seedy tavern. His appearance was unlike that of who would normally attend the bar. The black cloak that wrapped around his tall frame was made of very fine silk and was incredibly well made. White gloves of a similar calibur of finery were revealed as the man reached up to adjust his hood. He strode up to the bar, his gait slow and purposeful. He lay his gloved hands on the bar as he nodded a greeting to the bartender. A low baritone, graveled with age, uttered from beneath the silken shroud. “Good evening, Miss Pelerin. I would like to partake in a General’s Daughter, if you would be so kind.” The hood turned in the direction of the lonely woman in the corner. “And one for the lady in the corner as well.”
Rioter Comments
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-15T22:17:48.039+0000) > ((Yeah, that might be fun. Also, there is something I've been meaning to try with Zoe. It goes along the lines of dreaming though.)) Dreams were the events of memories playing out. Good and bad, wonder and nightmare. When terrible situations turned out well, or if something had gone wrong and a disaster occurred during a highly anticipated event. This was one such event, one such dream, one such trip down memory lane... but there was something special about this one. // She would be on the floor of that ancient tomb within the Shurima Desert, the trap's venom in her veins and her body changed, but, instead of the forms of the Butcher of the Sands and the Magus Ascendant standing over her, there was a small, female child crouching with her arms around her knees, a smile on her face, and wide, cheerful eyes, one blue and one purple, and hair like the background of a setting sun behind a rainbow. _"Hi. I'm Zoe, the Aspect of Twilight! Can I keep interrupting your dream for a few minutes of the night?"_ Everything was like it was from her memories, from that time in her life, except Renekton and Xerath were nowhere to be seen. For the moment, Zoe had replaced them, hi-jacked the younger Du Couteau sister's dream (or nightmare, depending on her view of it), and thrown her into a state of lucid dreaming.
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b5000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-19T22:09:41.683+0000) > Agony. Pure, unbridled, burning, savage pain. She recalled this feeling well, especially in her reoccurring nightmares. This moment plagued her dreams most nights, feeling almost as real as the day it happened. Cassiopeia gasped as the serpentine statue's fangs slid from the holes that they had pierced in her side. Her veins filled with liquid fire as the mystical venom mingled with her blood. She raked the sand with her claws as her body was racked with the torment. But something felt...different. The pain was there but it felt muted somehow, like a drop of blood into a pool of water. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more distant the pain became. Cassiopeia opened her eyes, and the ceiling of the Tomb of Emperors stared back at her, just as she remembered it. Weakly, Cassiopeia dragged herself to a sitting position, body still shivering from the memory of the venom's embrace. Apart from her own rattling gasps, the tomb was quiet. Eerily quiet. Impossibly quiet. She neither heard nor saw the snarling maw of the massive reptilian creature Renekton, nor the crackling laughter of the being of barely contained power Xerath. Something was wrong. "What...what is this?" Her voiced echoed dreamily as she spoke. Then a voice she had never heard before came from behind her. She whirled around, the action proving to be too much for her weakened body, and collapsed back to the sandy floor of the tomb. _A...a girl?_ And a girl stranger than one she had ever met. Two large, round eyes; one sparkling deeper than the most tropical oceans, the other colored the shade of perfect twilight. She had hair that curled and waved like a whimsical cloud, and was painted like the stars...Were they stars? Cassiopeia simply stared at the enigma that crouched in the corner of the Tomb, smiling at her. Finally finding her voice again, she croaked, "Who...are you? What is this...madness? Am I...am I in a dream?"
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Cass and Vi are gonna be away for the Thanksgiving holiday. I'll be back in a week or so. <3
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b5000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-15T06:54:26.084+0000) > > ((Due to the scope of what she's doing, it would be visible to those in and around Noxus, but I'm already nervous about roleplaying with a veteran like yourself, adding more to the mix might be too much for me.))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-15T15:14:41.748+0000) ((Oh honey, don't be! I'm just here to have fun like everyone else. :) If it makes things any easier, Zoe could transport Cass to a "place in between places" to give her a dire message that she obviously forgot, and then we can see what happens. That sound good to you?))
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b50000,timestamp=2018-11-09T22:14:03.967+0000) ((I do have this idea of Zoe stopping time, sort of, and keeping the world in a state of twilight, the time of day, as she draws in the sky with clouds and stars. Noxus might not be an awesome skull-shaped mountain anymore _(Seriously Riot, that was the BOMB!)_ but I can work with its new look too. Some inspiration might come from a WoW cinematic, Archimonde destroys Dalaran, but don't worry; Zoe's just sculpting with clouds and stars and the horizon. A park, if Noxus has any, would be a good setting.))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b500000000,timestamp=2018-11-10T02:45:30.763+0000) ((Interesting. Would it be for just Cass or all of Noxus?))
TwiliZoe (NA)
: ((Want to have a go? I figured I should ask before posting anything. =) ))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b5,timestamp=2018-11-09T16:27:22.777+0000) ((Sure, why not. You have anything particular in mind, or do you just want to wing it?))
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b000000001000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-06T01:23:37.262+0000) >&quot;I see...&quot; The tone of her voice was inscrutable. The woman's mind lingered on her last secret, sister unreadable. It looked as though she was leaving now, which was in its own way a small relief, however Katarina found herself surprised. Her sister had always been full of those. > Cassiopeia returned her gaze to Katarina, but it was different than normal. Her eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, and she was giving her sister a kind smile. It was like she had returned to being the innocent little sister Katarina had grown up with. Cassiopeia raised a hand to Katarina&#x27;s face, gently brushing a few fingers against the lower part of the scar on her left eye as she stroked her cheek. &quot;My dear, big sister...&quot; Her voice was as kind and as gentle as her expression. &quot;...I know you would never put me or our house in danger.&quot; Her kind smile betrayed a hint of melancholy as she continued. &quot;I know we...have not spent time together like this in many years. But I am glad we are.&quot; She chuckled lightly. &quot;You are my beloved sister, after all.&quot; Her face fell slack, her mask all but melting, first to confusion and then to emotion unreadable. Katarina saw her little sister then, her words worming their way too easily into the assassin's heart. She couldn't comprehend the warmth that they wrought, but she could understand the sudden surge of guilt as she realized that, despite Cassiopeia's words, she was doing exactly _everything_ that she said Katarina was not. "Sister," she mumbled, voice sudden quiet as her own hands reached for Cassiopeia's own, drawing it to her breast and holding it over her heart. "Be it that you mean those words or are simply using your talents.... I'll not know... But I'm glad too and..." She froze, brow knitting tightly as she returned her gaze to the ceiling above. As it always was, the truth was often hard for her to confess. So effective their father had been in his tutelage, teaching not only the art of death and war but the craft of keeping secrets beneath lock and key. Her hand tightened in slight around Cassiopeia's, as if the act brought her strength and she inhaled one deep, bracing breath. ".... I've been seeing the Poster Child. We've met many times already and... I-... I can't keep that from you any longer. Not now. Do you recall that night I returned from a venture, half mad and covered with more waste than any of us ever needed? That had been a long night but... That was when I finally had confirmed for myself that she was truly returned." Eyes finally dared to meet those of her sister's, concern for her reaction all but dripping from her own features. She was clearly preparing for the worst, as she knew that Cassiopeia knew what dallying with who was known now as the Exile could mean. It was beyond scandalous in more ways than one.
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b00000000100000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2018-10-28T18:09:49.311+0000) > > &quot;...... What the bleeding hell was that? Cake? What&#x27;s the cake order?!&quot; Katarina managed to sputter, confusion still writ upon her features. &quot;And how the fuck am I supposed to smuggle in a fugitive?&quot; Cassiopeia simply waved away her sister's concerns. "If you do not recall, I have been traversing this city unseen for several months. Bringing her here is the simple task. I will handle all the arrangements." > &quot;In three days? You realize that if the Grand General catches wind of this, that he&#x27;ll likely have us hanged? I mean... I&#x27;ve done far worse than this, deserving far more than that, but... Sister...&quot;... I don&#x27;t know if I&#x27;m willing to risk that for _you._ We could perhaps go out, visit her in whichever hovel she&#x27;s claimed for herself this week. Might be safer?&quot; Cassiopeia placed a taloned finger against Katarina's lips, shushing her. "Enough," she said, gently. "You worry too much." Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Either that, or you doubt your dear little sister's abilities." Cassiopeia rose from the bed and held up three fingers. "Three days. Six bells past midday. I will ensure Jenkins handles everything. Oh, and do tell her not to be late." Smirking, Cassiopeia waggled her fingers and slithered out of her sister's room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the smile died on her lips, replaced with an expression of concerned thought. Katarina was right, she thought as her tail propelled her down the hallway in the direction of the kitchens. If the Grand General heard wind of this...there was no telling what he might do. Although, not all seemed lost. Cassiopeia recalled that Swain was a survivor of the Ionian campaign himself, and was not too fond of the assault. If he did find out about Commander Riven's survival, well...Perhaps their old bonds of war would prompt leniency. Cassiopeia sighed, shaking her head bitterly. "Why must you complicate things, sister..." Leaving the question unanswered, Cassiopeia pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and continued down the hallway. After all, she had a party to plan.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
I was originally going to stay out of this and keep to my dark little corner, but I think this should be said. I've been in this RP community for around 6 years now. True, I'm nowhere near as active or involved as I was before, but life has pulled me in other directions. Anyway, I digress. I've seen a lot happen to this community, and there are very big reasons as to why we are not as active as we once were. Things have been in steady decline for several years due to several factors. 1. **Losing the Forums.** When we first moved over to these boards, I know a lot of people left for some reason or another. Whether they didn't want to bother with the new layout or they were upset about losing (in a sense) all of the writing they had done on the old boards and didn't want to go back and forth between them to remember stuff. 2. **The Great Lore Retcon.** For obvious reasons, when Riot pulled that beautiful stunt, lots of people lost interest in the lore and quit. I almost did so myself. 3. **Esports and League's competitive direction.** League has become more and more focused on competition and gameplay rather than fun. With that atmosphere, not a lot of people pay attention to who the character they're playing is, but instead focusing on builds, strats, win-rates, etc. Lore and characters have become more of a separate entity to the game rather than part of it, and people who play the game generally just don't care. Which brings me to what I think is the biggest problem. 4. **League is dying**. As Kat reminded me, League is dying. It may not really feel like it or seem like it when you look at it, but League is slowly but surely losing popularity. A lot of pros who stream it/upload youtube videos of League are either branching out and playing different games, or in Dyrus' case, quitting League all together. League is an old game, and you can really only do so much to keep it interesting after almost 10 years. It certainly doesn't help that Riot is completely owned by a multi-billion dollar Chinese game company that only really cares about making money. Riot itself does also have in-house problems when it comes to how they handle storytelling in their game. Every few months or so, I've seen something like this pop up in the thread feed; some grand "call to action that will save the boards and restore us to our former glory" or something along those lines. I'm not saying that we're perfect, or anything close to it; true, there's some stuff we could definitely do to make ourselves look a bit more inviting (although I don't think erasing the Comendium or abolishing the significance of the Champion roles is the way to go about it). But a lot of the reasoning behind our major dips in traffic are mostly out of our control. Before the lore retcon, most people had even the most basic knowledge of some champions' lores because it was integrated into the game with events that directly tied into the world (looking at you Noxus vs. Ionia), but now the lore is so separated from the actual game, people have to go to a completely different website to read it. And they'll only look for it if they care, which Riot gives little to no reason for them to. What I'm trying to say is that no big, sweeping change is going to make this place super popular like it once was, because the people who are interested in the stuff we do are either on Tumblr or here. The rest just don't care. That's all I really have.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b000000001000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-06T01:23:37.262+0000) >&quot;I see...&quot; The tone of her voice was inscrutable. The woman's mind lingered on her last secret, sister unreadable. It looked as though she was leaving now, which was in its own way a small relief, however Katarina found herself surprised. Her sister had always been full of those. > Cassiopeia returned her gaze to Katarina, but it was different than normal. Her eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, and she was giving her sister a kind smile. It was like she had returned to being the innocent little sister Katarina had grown up with. Cassiopeia raised a hand to Katarina&#x27;s face, gently brushing a few fingers against the lower part of the scar on her left eye as she stroked her cheek. &quot;My dear, big sister...&quot; Her voice was as kind and as gentle as her expression. &quot;...I know you would never put me or our house in danger.&quot; Her kind smile betrayed a hint of melancholy as she continued. &quot;I know we...have not spent time together like this in many years. But I am glad we are.&quot; She chuckled lightly. &quot;You are my beloved sister, after all.&quot; Her face fell slack, her mask all but melting, first to confusion and then to emotion unreadable. Katarina saw her little sister then, her words worming their way too easily into the assassin's heart. She couldn't comprehend the warmth that they wrought, but she could understand the sudden surge of guilt as she realized that, despite Cassiopeia's words, she was doing exactly _everything_ that she said Katarina was not. "Sister," she mumbled, voice sudden quiet as her own hands reached for Cassiopeia's own, drawing it to her breast and holding it over her heart. "Be it that you mean those words or are simply using your talents.... I'll not know... But I'm glad too and..." She froze, brow knitting tightly as she returned her gaze to the ceiling above. As it always was, the truth was often hard for her to confess. So effective their father had been in his tutelage, teaching not only the art of death and war but the craft of keeping secrets beneath lock and key. Her hand tightened in slight around Cassiopeia's, as if the act brought her strength and she inhaled one deep, bracing breath. ".... I've been seeing the Poster Child. We've met many times already and... I-... I can't keep that from you any longer. Not now. Do you recall that night I returned from a venture, half mad and covered with more waste than any of us ever needed? That had been a long night but... That was when I finally had confirmed for myself that she was truly returned." Eyes finally dared to meet those of her sister's, concern for her reaction all but dripping from her own features. She was clearly preparing for the worst, as she knew that Cassiopeia knew what dallying with who was known now as the Exile could mean. It was beyond scandalous in more ways than one.
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b00000000100000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2018-10-12T17:50:18.552+0000) > &quot;M-... My tastes are just fine,&quot; Cassiopeia cocked a painted eyebrow at her sister, giving her a knowing look. She was well aware that they both knew better. The few times she had known Katarina to dabble in relationships (if you could even call her sordid trysts that), they had always been the...less than desirable type. Cassiopeia herself had a bit of a rebellious phase, but going out with the son of a rival general was worst of her teenage transgressions. >&quot; And mock me all you like, we both know you would do it whether we agreed that it was your right or not.&quot; Cassiopeia chuckled lightly and lifted a hand in a casual gesture. "Naturally. Getting my way is what I do best." She patted Katarina's thigh affectionately. "Especially when it comes to you, dear sister." > The Noble let out a deep, unsteady breath as her shoulders fell slack then, a clear, heavy burden falling invisibly from them. She blinked hard once more, fingers finally waking and tapping idly at her knee as Katarina allowed the relief of her sister&#x27;s acceptance to take root within. Katarina&#x27;s gaze remained soft for a moment longer, eyes confessing to Cassiopeia the thankfulness that her words could never offer. She saw how much this meant to Katarina, how much this had weighed on her. The relief in her sister's eyes was great. And Cassiopeia was concerned. She didn't let it show, met Katarina's gaze evenly, smiled, and squeezed her thigh with the hand she had laid on it. Katarina cared deeply for the Exile, that was obvious. But Cassiopeia feared just how obvious that weakness was. She banished the thought for the moment, allowing her sister this one reprieve. > &quot;Seeing her may be... Difficult,&quot; she would continue, voice stronger, more natural than before. &quot;Riven isn&#x27;t exactly somebody that can just saunter down the streets, waving at the guards... But I think I can arrange a few things, if you&#x27;re dead set on it.&quot; Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow again, lifting her hand away from Katarina's thigh to gesture at her form. "Of course, I am a complete stranger to hiding from the public eye." She proclaimed sarcastically. "My heart aches for the poor Exile. Such woe to have befallen her." > &quot;.... Just please don&#x27;t make her into a new lawn decoration. We&#x27;re running out of room.&quot; Cassiopeia's eyes shifted slyly to the side. "I will not make a promise that I cannot keep." A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and Jenkins' muffled voice came from the hallway. "My Ladies? I have prepared tea as the Lady Cassiopeia requested." Cassiopeia answered, regardless of the fact that this was her sisters room. "Thank you, Jenkins. Please, come in." The door opened and the butler entered, wheeling a small cart bearing a pot of tea with two cups and other accoutrements. He moved the cart in front of the sisters, proceeding to pour tea into the two cups. "Shall I get you anything else?" A smirk curled cassiopeia's lips as she answered. "Actually, yes. Please do prepare the house for a very important guest we shall be receiving in..." She paused for a moment, regarding Katarina. "What do you think, three days time? That should be enough time to make the arrangements." She turned back to the now confused butler, his brow furrowed slightly in puzzlement. "Milady?" Cassiopeia grinned mischievously, her fangs peeking out from behind her painted lips. "My dear older sister has finally found a romantic partner." Jenkins' brow raised in surprise, but he recovered quickly and clasped his hands before him in a traditional gesture of commendation. "My most sincerest congratulations, Lady Katarina." He turned towards Cassiopeia, a smile threatening the corners of his wrinkled lips. "Shall I execute the 'cake order', Milady?" Cassiopeia frowned. "Cake? What are you-." She stopped short and recognition dawned on her face. She laughed. "I had forgotten about that! I was fourteen when I gave you that order. I'm surprised you still remember. Yes...yes, I think you should." "Very good." With a swift bow, Jenkins left the room, but not before a rare, deep chuckle escaped his lips.
: "I have no time for nonsense." (*looks around at the boards, sees the ROLEPLAYING section* no I do believe I'm in the right place. I look at the boards every day and I would never blow anyone off; I'm open to anyone who wants to interact with me. Your opinion is your opinion alone.)
> [{quoted}](name=TheNightHunter18,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=TUf8LW2a,comment-id=00020000,timestamp=2018-10-17T18:32:01.347+0000) > > &quot;I have no time for nonsense.&quot; ((Heh. I like you already. Hiya. Resident Sassy Snake here. I've been toying with an OC {rather, a group of OCs} that I think would make a fun interaction with Vayne, particularly this [guy here](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lqLi737v4cQH8vINWoavMsTIxBeduQ2ytgTouD0OS5k/edit?usp=sharing). I'd like to talk it out over discord, if you're up for it. And welcome to the boards, by the way.))
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b000000001000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-06T01:23:37.262+0000) >&quot;I see...&quot; The tone of her voice was inscrutable. The woman's mind lingered on her last secret, sister unreadable. It looked as though she was leaving now, which was in its own way a small relief, however Katarina found herself surprised. Her sister had always been full of those. > Cassiopeia returned her gaze to Katarina, but it was different than normal. Her eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, and she was giving her sister a kind smile. It was like she had returned to being the innocent little sister Katarina had grown up with. Cassiopeia raised a hand to Katarina&#x27;s face, gently brushing a few fingers against the lower part of the scar on her left eye as she stroked her cheek. &quot;My dear, big sister...&quot; Her voice was as kind and as gentle as her expression. &quot;...I know you would never put me or our house in danger.&quot; Her kind smile betrayed a hint of melancholy as she continued. &quot;I know we...have not spent time together like this in many years. But I am glad we are.&quot; She chuckled lightly. &quot;You are my beloved sister, after all.&quot; Her face fell slack, her mask all but melting, first to confusion and then to emotion unreadable. Katarina saw her little sister then, her words worming their way too easily into the assassin's heart. She couldn't comprehend the warmth that they wrought, but she could understand the sudden surge of guilt as she realized that, despite Cassiopeia's words, she was doing exactly _everything_ that she said Katarina was not. "Sister," she mumbled, voice sudden quiet as her own hands reached for Cassiopeia's own, drawing it to her breast and holding it over her heart. "Be it that you mean those words or are simply using your talents.... I'll not know... But I'm glad too and..." She froze, brow knitting tightly as she returned her gaze to the ceiling above. As it always was, the truth was often hard for her to confess. So effective their father had been in his tutelage, teaching not only the art of death and war but the craft of keeping secrets beneath lock and key. Her hand tightened in slight around Cassiopeia's, as if the act brought her strength and she inhaled one deep, bracing breath. ".... I've been seeing the Poster Child. We've met many times already and... I-... I can't keep that from you any longer. Not now. Do you recall that night I returned from a venture, half mad and covered with more waste than any of us ever needed? That had been a long night but... That was when I finally had confirmed for myself that she was truly returned." Eyes finally dared to meet those of her sister's, concern for her reaction all but dripping from her own features. She was clearly preparing for the worst, as she knew that Cassiopeia knew what dallying with who was known now as the Exile could mean. It was beyond scandalous in more ways than one.
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b00000000100000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-09-10T17:44:32.128+0000) > &quot;.... Hope...Hope for the future. For a long time now I&#x27;ve been held back by the past... When I failed. Lost father. Lost Riven. Failed to find him and never bothered even trying to find her... When I failed to protect _you.&quot;_ Cassiopeia's expression echoed her sister's somber one as Katarina answered her question seriously. In all honesty, she half expected a noise between a sigh and a scoff to be her only response to such a personal inquiry. Her sister was a lot of things, and careful was definitely near the top of the list. But in this brief and tender moment, Katarina had revealed herself beneath the guise of the rough assassin without emotion. At the mention of her own plight, Cassiopeia looked away, unable to quell the shame that rose in her. Her condition had nothing to do with her sister's actions; only her own insatiable ambition and desire to prove her worth. It was a bitter truth that Cassiopeia had tasted so many times, and she doubted that time could ever make that truth any sweeter. > &quot;For a long time I&#x27;ve had only you left by my side... Only now I have her too, in a different way... And that just feels like- - I suppose a step forward. Rebuilding something for myself... And I know it&#x27;s foolish and dangerous.. But hell, I&#x27;m Katarina Du&#x27;Couteau; that kind of seems to be my thing.&quot; A smile tugged hard at the corners of Cassiopeia's lips, and she allowed them to curl upward as a light chuckle escaped them. "The guidance councilor at school called you a 'problem child'. Father was always secretly proud of that. He hid it well, but not from mother. She always knew." She fell quiet, letting her mind pull forth memories from their youth; a happier time, she would argue. They had their problems of course, but those problems seemed so miniscule now. A clawed hand gently raked over her midriff, feeling the still-alien transition of smooth skin to hardened scale. It was a better time... > A soft smile crossed her features before she sighed hard and returned her gaze to the ceiling. A hand would lift, rubbing at her emerald eyes as she waited for Cassiopeia&#x27;s judgement. Part of her hoped that she&#x27;d disapprove, tell her about all of the terrible things that could happen that Katarina already knew. The other part of her hoped so desperately that she wouldn&#x27;t. She looked back at her sister, her expression inscrutable and her searching gaze blank. Cassiopeia looked deep into Katarina's eyes. She saw the fear inside, barely hidden beneath shame, regret, and self-loathing. But hidden in it all, she saw it. It was only a small glimpse; barely an ember in the inferno of emotion, but it was there. That hope lingered. "...You have always had the worst taste." Cassiopeia teased. "Why did I think your choice of mate would be any different." She waved a nonchalant hand while staring at Katarina expectantly. "Of course, this means that I will have to meet her. And I have the right to mock you about your new relationship for at least a week." Yes, it was silly, pointless, childish, and a waste of time. But after all the hardship, a few moments of pointless, childish, wastes of time were needed.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Hello. Just letting people know what's been going on with me lately. If you care, feel free to keep reading. If not, then by all means go off to do better things. I just wanted to apologize for being away for so long. In the past three weeks, my family has had to deal with two losses only five days apart from each other, and it's been pretty hard to handle. I've just been spending a lot of time healing with my loved ones, and slowly getting back to some semblance of normalcy. I'm sorry for keeping those of you who I got stories going with waiting for so long. I'll try to get back to things as soon as I'm able, so please bear with me until then. Thanks for your patience. I really appreciate it.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00af00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-31T21:21:50.202+0000) > > There was no response to her angry demand, but if she listened closely, she could hear a small chuckle from the other side of the door. Her scouring of the room would reveal that, apart from expensive works of art, there was nothing there to help her. On the opposite wall by the large window, there was an ornate wooden writing desk. However, when Jezebel would search it, she would find it to be completely empty. Parchment, quill, ink, envelopes, and wax for sealing was absent as if removed. If she looked out the window as well, she would find that it did not open, and it was at least a five story drop to the garden below. Jezebel would also catch a glimpse of a large creature stalking the garden; one of Cassiopeia&#x27;s prized drake hounds was lurking in the garden below. Trying to escape that way would end in a quick but painful death. Just outside the door, the butler was humming to himself, still waiting for the &quot;guest&quot; to emerge. With no other option, Jezebel collects the empty glass and slips it beneath the pillow before applying enough pressure that it should break it - silently, with the pillow muffling the sound of the glass cracking underneath. Lifting the pillow, she cuts a piece from beneath the cover to wrap around a reasonably sized shard of glass to create a make-shift weapon before cautiously tucking it up her sleeve to conceal it. The bed was left semi-disheveled with the glass carefully, and _quietly_ wrapped in another piece of pillow she had cut free, to tuck it away under the mattress. The pillow itself left with the cuts faced downward to conceal them. Shortly after, Jez approaches the door. She was use to concealing things against her wrist, and knew how to move to ensure they remained unnoticed, adjusting her movements slightly to also try to hide just how sore she still was. Habit forces her to stop, and knock as if asking permission to enter or exit. The walls around her were so alike her old Master's. Rich. Expensive. Flourished with signs of power, and _greed_ in her eyes. This was not where she wanted to be.
> [{quoted}](name=Origami Dream,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00af000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-22T23:51:49.385+0000) > There was a few moments of silence after the knock. Then the young butler’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You ready? What took you so long?” In the hallway, the boy was leaning up against the wall, once again twirling the knife between his fingers. When the door opened, he put the blade away and pushed off from the wall and stretched. “C’mon. My Mistress is waiting for you.” He turned to start down the hallway, but paused as he spotted another figure heading towards them. The boy waved enthusiastically. “Hi Master!” The man that was approaching them was an intimidating figure. His stride held a militaristic precision, and every step held purpose. He wore a uniform similar to the young butler, but it was much more crisp and pressed. He filled it out surprisingly well despite his advanced years, his muscles clearly defined beneath the dark material. His face was heavily wrinkled with age and his severe expression, and his silver-grey hair was slicked back into a ponytail that ended at the small of his back. The most defining feature was his eyes; dark, beady, and as piercing as a crow’s. Behind him trailed a pair of young women dressed in simple black tunics and trousers, the chests emblazoned with an intricate design where the letters “D” and “C” were clearly distinguishable. They were carrying bundles of extra bedding in their arms, and a belt of waterskins and rags hung on their waists. The three stopped before the boy and Jezebel, the elderly man’s gaze immediately focusing on the newcomer. The moment he spoke, Jezebel would recognize his voice as the other of the two men who rescued her from the bounty hunters. “Ah, Miss Wolfhart. I am pleased to see that your wounds are healing nicely.” He raised a hand and motioned to the two servants behind him, and the two women bowed their heads once before heading into the room Jezebel just left. They shot her looks of curiosity before closing the door behind them. “I trust that you rested well. Our first meeting unfortunately did not allow for proper introduction. Allow me to correct that.” He bowed at the waist, his arms at his sides in polite greeting. “I am Jenkins Adder, Master Butler of this house.” He straightened and gestured to the young boy in front of Jezebel with an open palm. “May I also present my apprentice, Davian Crawford.” The boy looked over his shoulder at Jezebel and waved flamboyantly. The elderly butler shook his head every so slightly and closed his eyes for a moment. It was apparent that he was very familiar with this behavior, and only barely tolerated it. “...In any case, my Lady wishes to speak with you over lunch.” He gestured with his arm down the hallway from the direction he came. “Please, come this way.” With the young butler behind her, and the elderly one in front of her, they led Jezebel through the mansion.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b20000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-01T19:17:25.128+0000) > ** "There is a rather extensive preparation process that I've designed to supplant the natural will of the host with my own through verbal commands and simple physical actions. Once they are mentally prepped they're completely obedient"** The giant's body stands stock still with his eyes facing forward, the harsh light shining brightly through his skin. **"For example, targonian nine, stand up, turn around, jump"** With each command the hulking man moves as directed with fluid efficiency. He wastes no effort on unnecessary frills.
> [{quoted}](name=CALEB THEBADDEST,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b200000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-20T22:02:03.322+0000) > The butler watched the display silently, eyes still slightly narrowed against the light. Even after the demonstration ended, he did not speak much, only slowly circled the creature, muttering quietly to himself. Finally, he paused in front of the man, and nodded. “The creature performed admirably and precisely.” Curiously, he said this slightly louder than necessary, but he gave no indication as to why. He then turned to the doctor and posed another question. “An extraordinary accomplishment, and I applaud you for it. However, what is to keep these phrases and actions safe from the enemy? It would simply take a single keen eye to turn this army against us. How can this be prevented?”
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b000000001000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-06T01:23:37.262+0000) >&quot;I see...&quot; The tone of her voice was inscrutable. The woman's mind lingered on her last secret, sister unreadable. It looked as though she was leaving now, which was in its own way a small relief, however Katarina found herself surprised. Her sister had always been full of those. > Cassiopeia returned her gaze to Katarina, but it was different than normal. Her eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, and she was giving her sister a kind smile. It was like she had returned to being the innocent little sister Katarina had grown up with. Cassiopeia raised a hand to Katarina&#x27;s face, gently brushing a few fingers against the lower part of the scar on her left eye as she stroked her cheek. &quot;My dear, big sister...&quot; Her voice was as kind and as gentle as her expression. &quot;...I know you would never put me or our house in danger.&quot; Her kind smile betrayed a hint of melancholy as she continued. &quot;I know we...have not spent time together like this in many years. But I am glad we are.&quot; She chuckled lightly. &quot;You are my beloved sister, after all.&quot; Her face fell slack, her mask all but melting, first to confusion and then to emotion unreadable. Katarina saw her little sister then, her words worming their way too easily into the assassin's heart. She couldn't comprehend the warmth that they wrought, but she could understand the sudden surge of guilt as she realized that, despite Cassiopeia's words, she was doing exactly _everything_ that she said Katarina was not. "Sister," she mumbled, voice sudden quiet as her own hands reached for Cassiopeia's own, drawing it to her breast and holding it over her heart. "Be it that you mean those words or are simply using your talents.... I'll not know... But I'm glad too and..." She froze, brow knitting tightly as she returned her gaze to the ceiling above. As it always was, the truth was often hard for her to confess. So effective their father had been in his tutelage, teaching not only the art of death and war but the craft of keeping secrets beneath lock and key. Her hand tightened in slight around Cassiopeia's, as if the act brought her strength and she inhaled one deep, bracing breath. ".... I've been seeing the Poster Child. We've met many times already and... I-... I can't keep that from you any longer. Not now. Do you recall that night I returned from a venture, half mad and covered with more waste than any of us ever needed? That had been a long night but... That was when I finally had confirmed for myself that she was truly returned." Eyes finally dared to meet those of her sister's, concern for her reaction all but dripping from her own features. She was clearly preparing for the worst, as she knew that Cassiopeia knew what dallying with who was known now as the Exile could mean. It was beyond scandalous in more ways than one.
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b0000000010000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-06T16:51:06.931+0000) > The moment that Katarina divulged her innermost secret, Cassiopeia’s lips parted in shock. She was silent for what seemed like several minutes. Then her brow knit in confusion. The Poster Child? She couldn’t mean… “...The former Commander Riven?” Upon her sister’s confirmation, Cassiopeia turned away, eyes flitting back and forth as her mind attempted to wrap around that realization. “...But she perished during the invasion of Ionia. How did she survive?...So the rumors were true...She has returned. But why...” Cassiopeia turned back to her sister, her face simply a mask of confusion. “Why have you kept this from me?” Before she had even finished the question, realization dawned in her eyes. Her brow raised in surprise and mild amusement. “...I did not know that you were interested in such things. I suppose this explains why you turned away all of the boys when we were in school.” The amusement quickly faded in her eyes and she appraised her sister seriously. “...What exactly does the Exile mean to you?”
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b300000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-15T04:48:37.832+0000) > Singed did not address the creature in front of him, merely observing him with eyes that no longer held any warmth, they belonged to a man who almost broke the will of a nation with his passion, his craft. Stopping him was an unwise decision, the words 'how about a drink' almost leaving his frayed lips when yet another disruption hit his ears, it likely belonged to the subject he had sought, and he turned around the butler beneath his contempt. What he saw made him almost reflexively roll his eyes, human form, disappointing yet... something new. Those eyes could trick any man into his doom. He relished the newfound danger, even as he played his part as an apthetic creature. "I have not dishonored your house, Du Coteau. Your servant has, I have no doubt his mind is sharp and his wit unwavering, but I do not deal with... lesser beings. Only the worthy may behold my craft in person." He shifted the weight of his case to his other hand, the games of nobles held no meaning to him even as the oppressive unspoken threat of death loomed. "Very well." He stated retaking his seat the case once again put on the table. "Where shall we begin?" The question asked as he unlocked the case displaying the many strange devices and liquids stored within.
> [{quoted}](name=Buzzed Singed,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b3000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-28T13:56:37.220+0000) > Cassiopeia looked at the bandaged man below her. So this was the infamous “Mad Chemist” of Zaun. She had been listening to the entire interaction from her little haven out of sight. When he had tried to leave, a wry smile curled her lips. Whether it was warranted or not, the arrogance she heard in his words rivaled that of some of the Noxian elite. She could see why Darkwill had sought him out. She also heard of his horrific work overseas; several of her informants had reported back in vivid detail on the dreadful results of his chemical concoctions. Still, potentially having such an influential figure in Zaun in her pocket intrigued her enough to show herself. “The beginning is generally a good place to start.” Cassiopeia said dryly. She was of the mind that pretty words and flirtatious charm would be wasted on this man. Curt words without embellishment was the best way to deal with this situation. She started to rise, but hesitated briefly. Forcing down her self loathing and revulsion, Cassiopeia raised herself over the railing of the balcony, revealing to an outsider for the first time her monstrous transformation. She slithered over the railing and down the wall, landing gracefully on the ground floor and gliding over to the table. Jenkins quickly moved by her side, pouring her a cup of tea. She took a brief sip, savoring the flavor for a few moments before returning her gaze to her guest. “I have few business ventures in Zaun, least of all none that would interest the Chem Barons. Unless the Barons are looking for high end clothing or spice importation, then I do not see what they could want with me.”
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Cass and Vi are taking a break for the next 17 days.
Ask Swain (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KPAqIyf0,comment-id=004b00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-01T19:34:10.325+0000) > Doors fell open the grand general gesturing for the two sisters to hold their blades for now as he turned to greet this new arrival, the scraping sound followed by a pair of steady boots unmistakable. The name was already on his lips bowing lightly he flourished his hand greeting her. "The youngest daughter of house Du Coteau. Welcome." The monstrous view that greeted him when he looked up did not phase him, it was an unnerving mismatch of human and snake, but he did not avert his gaze for even a moment, paying the proper respect as was demanded. Jenkins was someone he was familiar with through general Du Coteau, a mystery masked in a question just the way preferred his servants. Swain's own gaze was as unshakable as hers if more lightened to give the impression of a more neutral expression. Though his helmet masked his features, it wasn't impossible to spy what laid within. "Let us forget about it." He offered in response his eyes glancing around the destroyed room tsking. "This unsightly mess was my fault. House Du Coteau will, of course, be reimbursed for the property damage." His attention turned to Jenkins with a fleeting glance. "Jenkins.." He nodded once his way now addressing the jewel of Noxus. "It is of no concern, you are a daughter of Noxus, and that is what matters." The grand general moved through the room standing a meter away from the 3 answering her musings. "An assassin must be prepared at any moment, the mess is unfortunate but a necessary evil I'm afraid." He chuckled in response to his voice once again taking on a more suitable serious tone. "Yes, this has been quite the busy, messy, endeavor I agree. I will leave it to Katarina to arrange a suitable place for the two to test their steel. In the meantime..." Snapping his fingers an elaborately detailed but empty wine glass appeared in his hand. "Perhaps we shall strike up conversation as we wait for our late arrival. I am here to judge this house, but it need not be a grim business only." Swain swirled his empty glass thinking for a short moment. "Let me ask you this, what meaning would you find in a black rose should it be given to you." The question pressed with little subtlety despite the casual way he put it. --- **"The grand general's will be done."** The elder soldier stroked Beatrice's head with a finger the whisper parted giving her purpose. She looked out and down over the two squads of raedsel soldiers standing at attention. **"The grand general has requested our presence at the Du Coteau estate."** The soldiers turned around ready to march while the commander headed down the steps Beatrice on her shoulder stopping in front of them. **"Move out."** Without complaint or question, the two squads followed by the commander ahead starting marching from the seat of the trifarix to the Du Coteau estate.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KPAqIyf0,comment-id=004b000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-09T14:53:26.199+0000) >"Yes, this has been quite the busy, messy, endeavor I agree. I will leave it to Katarina to arrange a suitable place for the two to test their steel. In the meantime..." Cassiopeia raised a hand in polite objection. “With all due respect Grand General, I think it more pertinent that my sister remain here. She is the head of our house after all, and it is far beneath her to perform such an errand.” With her raised hand, Cassiopeia beckoned with her forefinger. Jenkins immediately stepped forward at his mistress’ call. “Milady?” Cassiopeia turned her head slightly towards Jenkins as she gave her orders, but her eyes remained fixed on Swain. “Have Davian prepare the precenium for combat.” Jenkins bowed low at the waist. “Right away, Milady.” The butler quickly vanished from the room, the door closing quietly behind him. >Snapping his fingers an elaborately detailed but empty wine glass appeared in his hand. "Perhaps we shall strike up conversation as we wait for our late arrival. I am here to judge this house, but it need not be a grim business only." Swain swirled his empty glass thinking for a short moment. Cassiopeia was momentarily distracted by the snapping of Swain’s fingers, but she managed to catch the hint of a ghostly hand wreathed in dark energy before it disappeared. She hid her dark grimace behind her glass. _So, the rumors were true..._ There was no hint of her broken smile as she lowered the glass, and she nodded in agreement to Swain’s words. “But of course. Our family have always been loyal to Noxus. I trust that your judgement will be favorable.” >"Let me ask you this, what meaning would you find in a black rose should it be given to you." Cassiopeia considered Swain carefully for several moments. In the silence, the door to the chamber opened again, and Jenkins returned. She acknowledged his presence with a small nod in his direction, but kept her eyes fixed on Swain. “A black rose…” Stroking the side of her wine glass with a talon absentmindedly, Cassiopeia finally answered the Grand General’s question. “Did you know that there is no such thing as a black rose? Not truly. The flowers that we call ‘black roses’ are simply a shade of red so deep that it appears black to the eye. It is because of this that these roses go by another name among botanists; ‘the liar’s rose’. It often symbolizes those whose values lie in deceit and secrecy.” Cassiopeia paused for a moment to take a measured sip of her wine. “However, there are those who believe that the black rose symbolizes new beginnings or rebirth, and associate the flower with more positive connotations.” Cassiopeia lifted her wine glass slightly in an apologetic manner. “Forgive my ramblings. To answer your question Grand General, the meaning would depend entirely upon whom was gifting the rose to me. From a friend or ally, I would take it as a gesture of good faith; a renewal in our friendly relationship. From a foe? Well…” She uttered a low, menacing chuckle. “It would be a grievous offense, and I would be concerned for that individual’s well being.” Her smile widened, and her fangs peeked from beneath her painted lips. “Would you like some wine to fill your glass, Grand General? We would be happy to provide.”
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b0000000010000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-21T18:46:04.774+0000) ___ > She needed to navigate carefully if she wanted to get the information she wanted. &quot;I am certain that you do. I doubt that will raise any suspicion in the General&#x27;s eyes. Is there anything else? Perhaps, something more close to home that could potentially be...harmful?&quot; Cassiopeia&#x27;s eyes continued to analyze her sister as she waited for her answer. Katarina was hesitant to answer, her mind immediately darting to one particular venture, the one she held most dear. And yet, instead, as lips parted she offered something else. Something else she hoped that her sister would accept; suspicions began to rise, but thus far, Cassiopeia's relaxed tone... The line of questioning. It was natural. Which only made her wonder if she should worry more: after all, words were her sister's craft, not her own. "I've made an unlikely ally," she would finally answer with a hard sigh, closing her eyes as she lay there with her sister. A hand would fall from her form, fingers idly brushing against Cassiopeia's forearm in slight as they once did, years ago when politics were far from their concern. "A wolf man... He hails from Zaun and he is neigh uncontrollable... Yet willing to help," she explained, brow furrowing with the confession. "He chased me. Unexpectedly, one night, intent to rend me limb from limb because in his eyes, I was a 'monster,' and to sate his own terrible needs, he sought me as a target... I managed to convince him that the bigger beast was Swain... He waits now... For my word." Katarina twisted her head, glancing at the elegant cheekbones of her sister before emerald eyes came to rest upon her sibling's own. "He's waiting... Name is Warwick... An abomination yes... But he's watching our back. I've requested that he stay his hand regarding myself... And _you._ If I cannot... You can go to him and know that he'll not harm you. He wants Swain's throat... So far, more than he wants mine."
> [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b00000000100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-29T22:50:04.585+0000) > Cassiopeia appeared to be waiting patiently for Katarina's answer, but her piercing, unblinking gaze never wavered from her sister's face. Truth be told, though she would never admit it, she was slightly worried about what Katarina would reveal. If she had gotten into something that could severely jeopardize the house's standing, not even Cassiopeia would be able to save her, let alone their family's reputation. So she waited, preparing for the worst. >"I've made an unlikely ally," she would finally answer with a hard sigh, closing her eyes as she lay there with her sister. A hand would fall from her form, fingers idly brushing against Cassiopeia's forearm in slight as they once did, years ago when politics were far from their concern. Cassiopeia's lips parted slightly and her brow furrowed as the words sunk in. Katarina's heavy sigh did not assuage her concerns, nor did her calloused fingers brushing against her forearm. The touch was, however, a small comfort, but did little to suppress the dark thoughts racing through her mind. Her voice was still gentle, but there was an icy edge to is as she posed the question to Katarina. "Who is this ally?" > &quot;A wolf man... He hails from Zaun and he is neigh uncontrollable... Yet willing to help,&quot; she explained, brow furrowing with the confession. &quot;He chased me. Unexpectedly, one night, intent to rend me limb from limb because in his eyes, I was a &#x27;monster,&#x27; and to sate his own terrible needs, he sought me as a target... I managed to convince him that the bigger beast was Swain... He waits now... For my word.&quot; > Katarina twisted her head, glancing at the elegant cheekbones of her sister before emerald eyes came to rest upon her sibling&#x27;s own. > > &quot;He&#x27;s waiting... Name is Warwick... An abomination yes... But he&#x27;s watching our back. I&#x27;ve requested that he stay his hand regarding myself... And _you._ If I cannot... You can go to him and know that he&#x27;ll not harm you. He wants Swain&#x27;s throat... So far, more than he wants mine.&quot; Cassiopeia listened to Katarina's answer intently, her mind quickly processing every word. For what seemed like minutes, she simply stared at Katarina in silence. Finally, she sat up straight, breaking eye contact with her sister as well as the silence. "I see..." The tone of her voice was inscrutable. She pondered this new information. It was difficult to say whether what she heard was going to be a problem or not. But more than that... Cassiopeia returned her gaze to Katarina, but it was different than normal. Her eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, and she was giving her sister a kind smile. It was like she had returned to being the innocent little sister Katarina had grown up with. Cassiopeia raised a hand to Katarina's face, gently brushing a few fingers against the lower part of the scar on her left eye as she stroked her cheek. "My dear, big sister..." Her voice was as kind and as gentle as her expression. "...I know you would never put me or our house in danger." Her kind smile betrayed a hint of melancholy as she continued. "I know we...have not spent time together like this in many years. But I am glad we are." She chuckled lightly. "You are my beloved sister, after all."
Ask Swain (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=SinisterNobility,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KPAqIyf0,comment-id=004b000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-30T16:56:34.630+0000) > Staring as cold as steel they wielded the grand general showed no bias to either sister, as the duel started to draw to an end Swain was already in motion soon standing before both of them. "You presume too much." He gestured with his hand to both of them, a familiar sign echoed by his words. "There shall only be one standing at the end of this, or both of you will die." He turned to Katarina fingers tapping his cane impatiently "Interfere, and you and your sister will take their place." Once again he turned to face the two sisters. "Continue."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KPAqIyf0,comment-id=004b0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-30T17:33:43.473+0000) Before anyone could respond to the Grand General’s command, the door to the main drawing room was pushed open wide, and Cassiopeia crossed the threshold. She was clad in an elegant black dress, cut for both style and functionality. It was slightly more modest than her usual attire, but still tastefully revealing. Velvet gloves of deep scarlet shrouded her arms to just above the elbow, and the fingers ended in bejeweled talons. Her hair was hidden beneath an ornate onyx headdress somewhat resembling the Noxian crest. Even her serpent’s tail was decorated in dark jeweled clasps; an effort to divert attention from the monstrosity. Behind her stood Jenkins, whose eyes immediately fell upon the seated Grand General, and he bowed his head slightly. The servant that Katarina had sent to fetch her sister was nowhere to be seen. Saffron eyes with slitted pupils flitted from the destruction of the room, to the sister assassins, and finally to her sister and the Grand General. It did not take her long to deduce what was happening. A sociable smile curled Cassiopeia’s painted lips. “I do hope those stains are not our vintage. They were such a good year.” She lowered herself into a surprisingly graceful curtsy. “Grand General. I humbly apologize for the lateness of my arrival. I wished to make myself more presentable, which is a...difficult task, as I am sure you have noticed.” She rose from her bow and placed a gloved hand gently upon the are that divided human flesh and serpent scales. “I shall not bore you with the tale of how I gained this unpleasant form. I am simply making the best of it.” Cassiopeia’s hand lingered upon her scales for a few moments before she lifted it to motion to the butler behind her. “My loyal servant Jenkins was assisting me, otherwise he would have greeted you upon your arrival.” Jenkins immediately strode forward and bowed low at the waist, his fist over his heart as a sign of deep respect. That respect was mirrored in his deep baritone as he addressed the Grand General. “My deepest apologies, sire. It is an honor to meet you.” Cassiopeia inclined her head in agreement. “An honor it indeed is." She glided further into the room, taking her place next to her sister. Her tail coiled neatly beneath her as she settled herself. As she did so, Jenkins, in his professionally perfectionist way, had already sifted through the destruction to find an unbroken wine glass and a mostly full bottle of vintage. Pouring a glass, he placed it in Cassiopeia's outstretched hand. She raised the glass, slightly tipping the lip in Swain's direction in a small toast before bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. Lowering the glass, Cassiopeia fixed her gaze on their special guest. "Now, if I may inquire, Grand General, have you requested to see our house’s best assassins duel for your pleasure?” She let out a gentle chuckle. "Would not the clearing in the garden or one of the training arenas be more apropos for such entertainment?" Her smile was perfectly pleasant, but whether it was simply an effect of the change in her eyes or simply her choice, her fixed stare upon the Grand General was intense and unshakable.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b200000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-13T20:08:48.916+0000) > ((I work night shift full time and am trying to save up to move out, life gets in the way so I'm in no rush haha. Take whatever time you need!! I have also been experiencing a fair amount of writers block )) _"Control yourself you stupid girl"_ The tiny voices in her head scream, showing out now is not only grounds for being killed but worse...embarrassed. She places the canister on the table incredibly slowly, as if it were a sickly child and not a dangerous machine. She barely jostles it yet the liquid inside is in a constant state of roiling. **"The formula that I have devised is highly volatile and as such the container and delivery apparatus are made with special materials to prevent any unfortunate...accidents. Turn"** Her command is accompanied by the snap of her thin fingers and a metallic %%%%% as she turns a knob on the device releasing a series of thin needles which glisten wickedly. The hulking man hesitates for a moment before turning his back to them. It's clear he's been subjected to this before by the row of needle marks lining his spine. With surprising strength Josephine hefts the canister into place securing it with tiny gilded straps. **"I've adjusted the strength of the formula for the demonstration, an unfiltered dose with such fine surroundings would be unfortunate"** The hiss of gas being released almost covers up the mans whimpers which become groans of deep pain as his system is flooded with the serum. The veins standing out in his muscled body glow softly as the formula reaches his heart. The light is almost harsh and painful to look at. His bones creak loudly as he shoots up from 6'0 to a lofty 7'5. His eyes are a confusing mixture of dull and vibrantly aware. **"When the formula is administered commanders can remotely control their soldiers in perfect unison, a living, killing, machine"** Her pride is evident in her not so subtle smurk, the look in her eyes as she stares up at her soldier is almost like how some foolish Demacians look up at their statues of the Veiled Lady. Reverent and impressed at such raw glory.
> [{quoted}](name=CALEB THEBADDEST,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b2000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-27T01:01:49.882+0000) > The butler observed the demonstration silently, giving a single nod every so often along with the scientists statements. His keen eyes searched the canister, taking in every detail. He seemed mildly impressed. He watched as the device was mounted onto the back of the enormous man, and his eyebrows raised with intrigue as the serum worked its way through the man's system. The butler stood, placing his teacup down on the table, and stepped closer to the subject. He circled the man slowly, taking in the details of his person, observing the effects of the serum. After several moments of silence, the butler finally spoke, turning to face the scientist. "How exactly are they controlled?"
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00af000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-17T09:00:29.076+0000) > > When Jezebel would awaken, she would find herself wrapped in the comforting embrace of threaded sheets and fine wool quilts. She was in a four poster bed in an extravagant room. It was sparse in terms of decoration, but it was adorned with furniture that obviously cost a small fortune. A glass and pitcher of water sat on an ornately carved wooden table next to the bed. Another thing that Jezebel would immediately notice is that she was not wearing her normal attire, and her weapons gone. Instead, she was clad in a silk tunic and trousers of simple yet elegant design. the wounds she had sustained during her capture had been treated as well. On the left wall of the room was a large window, the thick curtains drawn back to let in the afternoon sunlight. Should Jezebel look out of it, she would see a rather spectacular view of Noxus Prime with the Immortal Bastian looming just out of view. > > &quot;So, you&#x27;re finally awake huh?&quot; A cheery and slightly familiar voice came from the corner of the room behind the bed. A young boy, a few years younger than Jezebel, was lazing in a chair, legs crossed and toying with sharp looking knife in his hand. He wore a pristine butler&#x27;s uniform; a crisp tailed black jacket, vest and tie with white gloves. His hair was an unnatural shade of scarlet, and he wore a friendly grin that was all teeth, but his eyes were unsettling; cold and unfeeling as steel, with the color to match it. With a flourish only someone skilled with wielding a blade could manage, the boy stowed the knife inside his jacket before stretching with a yawn. &quot;Master told me to watch you until you woke up. Those bounty hunters wrecked you pretty good before we got to you. Didn&#x27;t know if you&#x27;d need a healer or not. Turns out you don&#x27;t.&quot; The boy jerked his head in Jezebel&#x27;s direction. &quot;Your clothes are getting stitched up. They took more of a beating than you did.&quot; He stood up and cracked his neck, then casually strode over to the door of the bedroom. &quot;Whenever your ready, I&#x27;m to take you to meet my mistress for lunch. That paper bird&#x27;s waiting for you there too. I&#x27;ll be outside or, whatever.&quot; With a shrug, the boy left the room, closing the door behind you. It was all a startle, really. Waking in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room wearing clothing she'd rather shred and hang Noxians with than have close to her skin. And all her weapons were gone. She was trying to sense her origami crane, searching the view for it before she even took note of her wounds. And then the voice.. A sharp rise of something electric shot up her spine as if she were consumed by a sudden rage. Not because of who he was, but the fact she had none of her clothing, or weapons, and a _male_ was in the same room as her playing with a knife. A cold, sharp look was leveled on the butler, jaw tensing and teeth gritted trying to hold back the urge to try to get the knife away from him and gut him from groin to throat. But she abstains. Jezebel instead watches him; studies him, trying to learn _everything_ as it may come in useful later on. She knew without her weapons she was pretty useless. But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to use her other skills; the skills she had learned before using her origami. A knife was a knife even if it wasn't one of her creation, and she could still reign hell on whoever had brought her here. When he went to depart, she barked her demand, "Give me my clothing and weapons back!" Ungrateful, yes. Paranoid, too. She hadn't the time to waste on whatever the hell this was. She needed to get away from Noxus. She wanted to go back to Ionia, or south to Shurima. Anywhere but here. Assuming he had still simply left, she searches the room carefully for any paper that she could turn into one of her origami creations. After all, it was the blood that infused it with magic.. not the paper itself.
> [{quoted}](name=Origami Dream,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00af0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-20T07:41:53.175+0000) > There was no response to her angry demand, but if she listened closely, she could hear a small chuckle from the other side of the door. Her scouring of the room would reveal that, apart from expensive works of art, there was nothing there to help her. On the opposite wall by the large window, there was an ornate wooden writing desk. However, when Jezebel would search it, she would find it to be completely empty. Parchment, quill, ink, envelopes, and wax for sealing was absent as if removed. If she looked out the window as well, she would find that it did not open, and it was at least a five story drop to the garden below. Jezebel would also catch a glimpse of a large creature stalking the garden; one of Cassiopeia's prized drake hounds was lurking in the garden below. Trying to escape that way would end in a quick but painful death. Just outside the door, the butler was humming to himself, still waiting for the "guest" to emerge.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b3000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-26T18:49:20.889+0000) > (My bad could have sworn I saw there was guards in the op but I was mistaken now that I read it again.) _Mental note: Perfect specimens for testing, I can tell that house Du Coteau keeps only the best and well-bred specimens around I must find a way to acquire them, mustn't lose focus, however. I must know if the rumor regarding the youngest daughter is true._ Singed wasn't in fear but rather in awe of the drake hounds reaction, fine specimens, graceful yet deadly. His eyes snapped to the voice greeting him; he continued to press forward speaking once he was close enough. "Yes, I am indeed Singed." His tone seemed slightly absent, his eyes observing and taking in the butler's form, everything with empty eyes devoid of any human emotion. "I shan't delay your mistress for long. Our business will conclude satisfactorily, that I believe." He seemed slightly more cheery at the idea of meeting with Cassiopeia, but his attention seemed to be on the man for now. _Male specimen age around 60-70, he carries himself like a butler, but I can see what hides beneath that. Beneath those tangible desires to serve lies a killer, remarkable, remarkable. Despite his advanced age, he maintains a powerful if graceful form potential subject? Maybe. I would much like to show him the monster he indeed is, unburdened by the false sense of civilization surrounding him. But he is merely flesh; flesh expires, but true specimens remain. I will not be denied my price._ He followed quietly keeping his hands to himself lest he offended these vain Noxians with his touch. He took in the details of his surroundings but did not linger on them as they finally came to their stop. He was about to sit when the words reached his ear, for less than a second he froze, Singed seemed almost mechanical as if he was planning out his every move only to be hit by the unexpected. But instead of showing any other visible reactions to the news he Instead took his place at the table nodding understandingly at the butler. "Unfortunate, I hope for a speedy recovery for your mistress." _My discoveries in the scientific area have been purposely stalled, clever creatures but this changes nothing it was to be expected. I carry the winds of change with me and if the specimen does not show I shall force them out of hiding. We must all remain passionate in the name of science so that we may transcend from these lesser forms eventually._ He rose to bow with ample courtesy. "But while I respect your mistress position, and believe you are a shrewd and capable man my business is not with you, only with house du Coteau. If I find the time I shall be in contact once more, until then." He gave another nod to the man before he turned to leave. "Good day." He stated, leaving the premise without another word.
> [{quoted}](name=Buzzed Singed,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b30000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-01T11:16:40.207+0000) >&quot;Unfortunate, I hope for a speedy recovery for your mistress.&quot; > > He rose to bow with ample courtesy. &quot;But while I respect your mistress position, and believe you are a shrewd and capable man my business is not with you, only with house du Coteau. If I find the time I shall be in contact once more, until then.&quot; He gave another nod to the man before he turned to leave. &quot;Good day.&quot; He stated, leaving the premise without another word. The butler inclined his head respectfully in response to Singed's well-wishes. He raised the cup of tea to his lips to drink, but paused as Singed rose from his chair. As Singed went on, the butler's eyes narrowed slightly and the expression of professional interest became colder as he set the cup of tea down on the table. As Singed made a move to leave, the butler would rise from his own seat, placing himself in Singed's path. While his tone was courtly, there was an apparent dark edge to his words. "With all due respect, Master Singed, my mistress tasked me with this meeting. My presence here is as valid as my mistress', meaning for the purpose of this business convocation I _am_ this house. I urge you to reconsider your decision to leave; to do so would be considered a great affront to both the Lady Cassiopeia and this house. Surely, you would not wish to do such a thing that could potentially cause many-" "Enough, Jenkins." A cold, female voice echoed from somewhere above the two, interrupting the butler's threat. He looked away from Singed, up towards the balcony at the top of the room. He was silent for a moment, before nodding and stepping aside. "As you wish, Milady." Standing at the top of the balcony overlooking the room, the railing concealing her lower half, was Cassiopeia. She was wearing an elegant strapless dress with a matching headdress, jewels adorning the decorative points. Lavish white velvet gloves adorned her slender arms that rested on the edges of the railing. She looked regal, as a noble of such standing would be expected to look. However, the picturesque visage of the generals daughter was shattered by the eyes that looked down upon her visitor and servant. They were a striking shade of saffron, and the pupils nothing more than vertical black slits. Most of all, they were the eyes of a hunter looking down upon her prey. Cassiopeia motioned towards Singed's recently vacated seat. "You have traveled all this way. It would be a shame if all you had accomplished was insulting my most loyal servant."
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