Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 8, 2013 12:16:12 GMT -5
Tybresa smiled warmly and rose from her knees, gently keeping her hand on Amumu's back as they headed towards the seats - the yordle made himself comfortable on the stool while Tybresa eased herself on the chair to the right. She would cross her legs and lean towards him, propping her elbow on the armrest as she would listen to him intently - her smile, however, would slowly diminish with each spoken word only to be replaced with a concerned expression, her eyebrows furrowing apologetically.
Oh, Amumu ... she began softly, lightly wiping a fresh tear that had formed at the corner of his eye.
She was touched by his words - they were so thoughtful and yet with such childish innocence, it was hard not to care for him, to cradle and protect him from the world like a mother would with her child. But this request sent shivers down her spine as questions would surface in her mind, to which the answers would make her blood run cold - what if he would fall to the influence of the Ruined King? Would he turn against them all ...?
She shook her head lightly to herself - she didn't want to risk anything. She didn't want to lose him - and damn Demacia in the progress.
She smiled affectionately to him, speaking in a warm, motherly tone.
That is so selfless of you, Amumu - indeed, you are brave and courageous and noble too, as a knight would be ...
She let out a soft sigh and patted his head, unsure how to proceed.
But ... I think it is best for you to stay here, at the Institute. I need you to take care of our home for me - you would be among the first to greet me when we would all return from Demacia, won't you?
She laughed lightly as to ease the tension pressing down on them - she knows it was a cruel thing to do, to -really- treat him like a child when, right now, he came to her as a champion of the League. She thought that it was better this way - for his sake and that of Demacia - or so she told herself.
Post by Lady Starlight on May 9, 2013 21:54:22 GMT -5
March 25th, 23 CLE ----------------------------------
Today was the day.
Nova had spent the previous week talking herself in and out of applying for the Stewards; and today she had finally made her decision. Unfortunately, that decision was to pace uncomfortably in front of Lady Tybresa's office.
She hummed and whined as her mind whirred over what to do. She'd never made it this far before. Every time she thought about making her way here to talk about her becoming a Steward she would panic and go somewhere else. But today was different. Now she was here, pacing and humming and whining and occasionally, squeaking as one of her feet caught her oversized summoner's robes.
"Getting your foot in the door is always the hardest part," Nova muttered. She paused, a few feet from the door, and took a deep breath. "Patience," she breathed. "Insight. Drive." She looked up at the door and sighed. "Adaptability." This was her dream. This was everything she had ever wanted after joining the institute. This was the reason she had pushed herself to reach Gold rank. "I can adapt."
Shoulders back, chest out, and head held high Nova took a firm step forward; right onto the bottom of her summoner's robes. "Lady Tyy-eeeeee!" She screeched, unable to catch herself from falling forward. She fell into the Senior Steward's door with a resounding thud. "Ow."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 10, 2013 11:56:23 GMT -5
Tybresa was sitting at her desk, trying her best to focus on the reports strewn before her. She was nervously tapping one end of her pen against the desk;s surface, her eyebrows furrowed in light annoyance - how was she supposed to concentrate with the presence shuffling about beyond her offices?
When it first started, she stared expectantly at the door to open and for it to show itself in, or at least knock - but after several long moments passed, it seemed that nothing was about to happen, so Tybresa decided to resume her work.
Or, at least tried to.
She wasn't entirely sure, but the presence pacing before her office had passed by before in the past week as well - the aura was familiar, though she had yet to adjust to the routines of a summoner living within the Institute after her two-month absence, hence why she couldn't pinpoint it to a specific person ...
Well, whoever it was and whatever he, she or it wanted to request of her, it had better be worthy of her time - ...
She flinched as she heard a woman's high-pitched screech and a loud thud against her door that lightly made the nearest painting shudder on the wall.
Tybresa quickly stood up from her desk and walked towards the door, a worried expression on her face. She turned the knob - and realized it was a mistake.
She could only hope the person will get back on its feet quickly, lest they would fall flat on the floor as the door would push open under the weight.
Post by Lady Starlight on May 10, 2013 13:57:25 GMT -5
As the door started to move, Nova swiftly realized that, one way or another, so would she. Hiking up the back of her summoner robes with one hand she pushed herself away from the door with the other, shuffling back so as not to be damaged any further. Once she was certain she was safe she instinctively moved her hands to her face; trying to feel around for any damages. Nothing was broken, thankfully (she had been worried about her nose) but she couldn't be positive that nothing was going to bruise.
Once the door was fully open, Nova realized she had other things to worry about. Standing in the doorway was the woman she had come to see. Her aura was some sort of periwinkle highlighted (or lowlighted perhaps) here and there with black. Despite her abilities turning people into walking mood rings, it was only helpful if she had any idea what the colors actually meant. So far, the only thing she recognized was the black: anger. The Senior Steward had been upset about something, and likely still was to some minor extent.
Nova gulped and put her hands down before speaking. "Lady Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar," she said. "I...I was hoping to see you about applying for a Steward position." She tried to hold some semblance of confidence, but it was difficult.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 12, 2013 11:37:22 GMT -5
Tybresa blinked her eyes, taking in the sight before her a - a young summoner, indubitably, the robes said it all. Yet her face, she couldn't say she recognized her ... perhaps she was freshly-appointed during her prolonged absence? Most likely ...
Nevertheless, Tybresa's expression softened at the sight of her - poor thing, so it was just a shy person trying to come in contact with her? And a third potential Steward, as well? What a fortunate turn of events, she would dare say in her thoughts.
She would feel a wave of sympathy towards the young woman, stepping to her side and placing one warm hand reassuringly on her back.
Oh, you poor dear! Are you hurt? You must have hit the door quite forcefully to make even the walls shudder so. Be at ease - let me take a look at you first, we may speak of applications afterwards!
Tybresa would slide her hand that was resting on Nova's back to her shoulder, lightly urging her within the warm, homely atmosphere of the peach-colored room.
Post by Lady Starlight on May 12, 2013 12:18:42 GMT -5
Nova let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and smiled. She shuffled into the room, taking in the sight. For an office, it felt homey.
"Thank you, but I'll be alright," She said. She brought a hand back up to her face and winced as her fingers touched her forehead. "Just a goose egg. It'll pass." Still nervous, she babbled a little bit. "I don't think anything's broken; I mean I've had worse falls. Nothing too serious, you can get away with splitting your head open with nothing but a few stitches if it's not too deep. Heh heh heh..."
That was so stupid... She thought.
She took a seat in one of the chairs and fumbled around her pockets, pulling out a few pieces of hard candy. She popped one into her mouth and relaxed a bit before offering the other to her host. "Would you like one?" she asked, not really meaning to change the subject.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 13, 2013 6:22:03 GMT -5
Tybresa chuckled softly as the woman seemed to get a bit of confidence as she spoke. When she took a seat, Tybresa would take the one next to her.
Well, I am not going to contradict you, since you seem quite more experienced in those matters than I am. But pardon me, for it does not assure me much in the given case. I feel I am guilty for your ... she quirked an eyebrow. 'Goose egg', considering it was my office's door that have caused it.
She leaned it and was about to take a closer look at the nub on the girl's head, raising her hands as to lightly palpate it, only to find her attention diverted to her offer of ... hard candy?
Tybresa quirked a perplexed eyebrow before she began laughing lightly.
O-oh dear! Well ... I guess I should not bother offering you the sweets from over the cupboard there, for you seem to be well-supplied yourself! Thank you for your offer, that is sweet of you ... but I will pass. She smiled warmly.
Post by Lady Starlight on May 13, 2013 12:03:35 GMT -5
Nova smiled and pocketed the extra piece of candy. "Well, you still could offer. I'm not one to turn down free sweets." She chuckled. "And it's not the fault of your door Lady Farrister-Cassalantar, it's my own. I should have been paying more attention to my robes."
She took a deep breath and sighed. She had come all the way here and distracted the Senior Steward from the true point of the matter. She worried if she didn't say something the moment would pass and she'd be no closer to what she wanted.
"But...umm...if. If we could maybe talk about that application?" Nova tucked the right side of her hair behind her ear. Her gaze fell somewhere that was not the summoner in question. It fell on the window and the more than half dead lilies. She straightened her back.
"I've been at the League for six years if you count my absence to deal with family troubles. In that time I've made my way up the ranks, kept my estate and my family's respect from crumbling, and kept a pristine record for my attitude and behavior. I may not be one of the most notable summoners, but I'm still good at what I do. And that's why I'm here. I worked as hard a I did to sit here and ask you...to tell you that all I want. All I've ever wanted since I heard of you was to be a Steward."
Post by The Sad Mummy on May 13, 2013 14:28:12 GMT -5
((sorry for the late post >.<))
Amumu started twiddling with his hands more as the motherly steward's words began. He tried not to look too long at her eyes. Seeing as her hand came to wipe a small tear of his. He looked attempting to away wipe away most of the built up tears he had. Her words were always so encouraging and kind, but her saying he would stay left him to his own thoughts.
The steward was going and that would mean she would be endanger from other undead similar to him. Looking up to her to speak he worked the words out of him. "Al-alright... though one day if.....if it may be possible. I ....I would want to repay.... the Institute for all the help they have given.... over the years I've been here." He held her hand. Hoping no harm would come to her. Things have changed greatly since he joined the League. All the amnesiac can do is hope for everything to become better if he were to stay in the walls of the Institute.
Last Edit: May 27, 2013 12:53:33 GMT -5 by The Sad Mummy
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 25, 2013 9:44:02 GMT -5
(Nova)
Tybresa laughed lightly at the girl's words - she was quite the curious person, wasn't she? Nevertheless, the Steward was happy to see she managed to make her feel comfortable in her presence; while it's true her presence called for a great deal of respect, it did not mean people had to fear her. She didn't seem like a fearsome person to begin with ... did she?
Nevertheless, the girl - whose name she still didn't know - took in a deep breath, which Tybresa interpreted as the transition towards the real reason she was here. She complied, having straightened her posture and lifted her chin up high and proudly, her noble upbringing reflected upon her.
She nodded her head lightly as the girl spoke her piece, her gaze inspecting her form, registering each movement and taking note of her body gesture - the best ways to judge a person's worth and character when time is too short.
However, she let out a sigh at the last remark and stood up from her seat, avoiding to look at the summoner as she made her way behind her desk, her hand sliding across the smooth, wooden surface. It saddened her so, when potential recruits express their own, personal reasons to join; mostly because, she cannot help herself from sympathizing with them. But being the Senior Steward does not give her the say to admit or deny new Stewards in the Council - because, as the name suggests, it is the choice of the whole Council, an unanimous vote, that officially names stewards.
Previous experience in the past two years spoke to her, when records spoke volumes but the person did not, or the other way around ... and so applicants would be denied. And there was nothing she could do about it.
The thoughts were banished from her mind as Tybresa eased herself in the seat and leaned forward, letting her hands rest on the desk, her fingers intertwined together. Her expression was blank, unreadable - frozen. Only her eyes showed signs of life, darting across the girl's form as she tried to gauge what was she thinking. No doubt, she thought that the Senior Steward was deciding whether to accept her or not ... the several moments of silence pressed heavily over them before Tybresa prepared her usual speech.
As the Senior Steward, I am always happy to hear that there are summoners out there who are dedicated to the League's cause and wish to serve on an even higher level, despite these ... harsh times. I will take your application in consideration, summoner, but I feel I need to mention that it is not solely my decision that admits a Steward. We are a Council - founded on equality, trust ... and good judgement. All its members will look over the applicants records and personal files - the decision must be unanimous and for the best of the Institute. I cannot promise you that you will be admitted, but I will promise you that whatever the verdict will be, it will be a fair decision.
She let out a soft sigh, her expression easing into a small, encouraging smile.
Rest at ease, for I see you are confident in your achievements and aware of your merits - quite the desirable trait in a Steward. Until the Council meets and the decision will be weighted, however, I suggest you continue to work as diligently as ever, Summoner ...
She let her words trail suggestively, one eyebrow quirked inquisitively as she would gesture at the girl before her. Perhaps not a very professional way to acquire a name, but at least it wasn't blunt.
Post by Lady Starlight on May 26, 2013 14:03:22 GMT -5
While the silent anticipation sat over the room, Nova watched as Tybresa's aura snuffed out. Though she had seen this before, it always made her uneasy. To hide ones emotions, to deliberately conceal your heart and mind from those around you...it gave her chills. It made her mind flick this way and that. To failure. To success. To the bests and the worsts with no leaning of how everything would work out. Nova bit her lip, her hands gripping at the fabric of her sleeves.
And then the Steward spoke.
While she was relived that there was no bad news here, it didn't exactly sway in her favor either. She'd never met any of the other stewards; not formally. Or perhaps she had and hadn't noticed. In any case, she didn't feel any closer than she had been previously. She let herself relax a little bit. This sort of speech was rehearsed, something that was told a lot. Now all she could do was be confident in herself.
Of course, one doesn't leave any impression without a name...
"Oh, sugar..." Nova's hushed tone resembled one that one may take when cursing. She cleared her throat. "Summoner Nova Vespera, though I'm better known as Summoner Starlight." Her nerves caught up to her as she realized how silly it was to forget to give her own name. She rambled on, "Of course, I'm also occasionally known as, 'hey you, are you okay?'" She gave a nervous chuckle and sunk down a bit into the seat.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 1, 2013 6:49:51 GMT -5
(Amumu)
Tybresa blinked her eyes, trying very hard to bite back the feeling of guilt that was now showering over her as she watched Amumu speak - she felt quite selfish about this whole situation ... when Demacia needs its champions the most, she would rather hold them at bay for ... what?
His sake?
... or hers?
When he finished speaking, Tybresa leaned forward a bit so she may be at the same level with Amumu's eyes, gently taking one of his fidgeting hands into hers, cradling it protectively. She smiled warmly.
You do not have to worry about that, Amumu. You have proven your worth as a champion countless times, including now.
She let out a sigh and straightened her posture, though she still clung to his hand - a cold shiver went down her spine as her warm skin brushed against the small, worn-out bandages that formed his hands. She always found herself wondering, just how Amumu looked like when he was a child ... alive and healthy and happy, for once.
She smiled weakly at him as she spoke in a soothing voice.
If anything, I would not mind having you help me around the Institute once I come back. The archives could use a little bit of dusting ... or the books have to be arranged alphabetically again. What do you say about that, hmm? I could ... read you a story after we finish, and you can show me how your little pets are faring...?
She raised one hand to rest on his head, patting him in a motherly fashion.
Just like in the good, old times, right Amumu?
Tybresa blinked her eyes, unable to help herself from smiling and chuckling softly at the girl before her - ah, wait. She knows her name now.
Nova. She spoke out warmly and nodded her head, acknowledging the word. She lightly rapped her fingers against the desk's surface, quickly running through her memories to see whether there were any important facts she could recall about Summoner 'Starlight'...
... well, other than the obvious affinity to celestial bodies, she couldn't find much. Being honest to herself, she wasn't certain whether Nova had a good chance at becoming a steward ... she was nice and kindhearted, that was visible and ... a good trait to have, of course. But she was wondering whether someone as fragile as her could carry the burden of duty, for it was no small thing, and one could argue whether the benefits of the title outweighed the responsibilities.
Of course, she did not want to voice out those concerns - it was all in the Council's hands now. Who knows, perhaps Nova had more to show as time passes than on this first encounter.
Tybresa stood up from her desk solemnly, folding her hands before herself as she spoke with a tint of authority in it.
Very well then, Summoner Nova 'Starlight' Verspera. The Senior Steward has heard your request, and the Council shall cast its judgement upon you as soon as it meets...
Her blue eyes averted off Nova's form for a moment, pondering a possible date.
... on the second of April. But until then ...
She would raise one hand and gracefully gesture at Nova with a warm smile.
I trust you will continue to work as diligently as ever, Summoner. You shall receive word as soon as the verdict is given.
She nodded her head curtly, signaling the end of the issue at hand. She tilted her head slightly, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow.
Now, unless there is something else you wish to ask of me ...?
Post by Lady Starlight on Jun 2, 2013 21:00:36 GMT -5
Nova stood up and gave a bow of respect towards the Senior Steward. While she felt better about actually getting her foot in the door it was clear that this was far from over. Alas, there was little more she could do; other than keep on keeping on.
"I do have one question," she said, smiling. "Would it be too much of me to ask what sort of flowers you had growing by the window? I mean, there's not much left now...but I was a bit curious" Her glance fell on the window again.
She was hoping to thank the Senior Steward for her time; and as far as her family was concerned that meant a thank-you gift. The flowers seemed appropriate.
Post by The Sheriff of Piltover on Jun 3, 2013 8:26:46 GMT -5
7th of May, 23CLE
Caitlyn sighed as she knocked on the doors of the Senior Steward's Office. She had no intentions of continuing her time in the league until the time is right. The recent events were too much for her. The flight of Vi, the Enforcer was the worse of them all. Ever since Vi turned rogue, crime was rising as criminals were less afraid of the Piltover Police Force. As much as Caitlyn tries, she can't be everywhere at once, especially when she is being summoned.
She knocked the 3rd knock and sighed again. Garth was more than helpful for her but unfortunately its just not enough. She didn't want help, she didn't need help. She needed time and availability.
"Let's get this over with." She whispered to herself as she waited for the Senior Steward to answer her.
Those that cause crime in Piltover, beware. I shall hunt you down and end you, one way or another. You can come with me to the station, or you can have a bullet between your eyes.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 9, 2013 10:18:37 GMT -5
(Nova)
Tybresa tilted her head slightly, a curious look on her face as she awaited Nova to speak her question - her first reaction was to glance to the lilies in question, furrowing her eyebrows in a saddened expression. Her beautiful, sweet lilies ...
She let out a sigh and stepped around her desk, slowly pacing to the window still - she would tenderly bring her hand to brush against one of the flower-heads that drooped down, hoping that, perhaps ... her presence, her touch, would revitalize them back again. She winced painfully, as her action had a contrary effect - a wilted petal shifted underneath the touch and spiraled down, crumpling up on the floor.
Hmm ... she hummed out thoughtfully before she spoke out, smiling fondly to herself as she tried to bite back the urge to tear up, visibly saddened by the current, shriveled state of the lilies.
They used to be so beautiful. Their colors were so vivid, so intense ... it was like they contained the whole world between their petals. And their scent - ah, it was so sickly sweet, I would be forced to keep the window open at all times during the summer. Smell them during their bloom, and you would get intoxicated.
They are ... an exotic brand. Ionian Lilies. If you seek specifics, then I fear I cannot tell you any more. To be fair, it was an ... accident, when I acquired them twelve years ago. She smiled bitterly. They had a good life.
(( As for Caitlyn, I am unsure - technically speaking, League Matches have been disabled ever since the secession of Noxus. There's no point for Cait to resign as a champion if her presence is not requested for the moment being.
I -can- write a post, but then the Sheriff will need another reason to come by her office. I will edit this as soon as things are clarified. ))
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