Post by Butcher of the Sands on Aug 19, 2013 13:19:51 GMT -5
August 16, 23 CLE
The Raven’s Perch tonight was full of excitement. As one of the most popular places to experience the nightlife of Noxus, many of the brass of the Noxian military were counted as regulars. Even the Grand General himself occasionally visited this establishment. Needless to say, one generally had to know people to get into The Raven’s Perch. But tonight it was rumored, they were to have special guest - the Culling Blade of Noxus himself. It was expected to be a busy night, and as such everything was prepared for a large crowd. The band was prepared to play long into the night, extra staff were on duty, and the supplies of food and drink were restocked in readiness. And as opening time approached, the pulses of those in waiting in line outside and those working inside heightened. The Butcher did have a terrible temper after all. ---------------------- Renekton had long debated with himself upon whether witnessing the nightlife of Noxus would benefit him at all, as the Grand General had suggested. Standing in his sun room, he stood looking out his window as the sun set. His tongue idly probed his jagged incisors, as he once again wondered whether he would be wasting time among these pitiful humans. Certainly, the ones in attendance tonight would not be the general rabble of Noxus, or at least should not be. He had been assured by the owner of The Raven’s Perch that only the important or well connected managed to get in. The reassurance eased his dark doubts little. But it would benefit a ruler to acquaint himself with what his populace did at night. Such knowledge he could certainly utilize.
With a glance at the clock on the wall, he noted the time. It was close to opening, meaning time to leave. With one last glance at the skyline of Noxus, the Butcher turned and strode out of the sun room with a rather sinister looking smile beginning to form at the edges of his mouth. Tonight would be an interesting night. -------------------- As the giant hulk of Renekton approached the entrance of The Raven’s Perch, he noticed the line formed there without much thought. The small crowd in front of the double doors at the entrance parted like a sea, and even the bouncers looked a little pale at the sight of the Butcher. One of the staff at the door, clearly in charge of letting people in, looked at and then poked a hextech pad-device a few times, and nodded to Renekton, “We have been expecting you.”
Without another word, he was waved inside by the doorsmen as they held the doors open. With every eye on him, he passed through the doors and scanned the inside of The Raven’s Perch, being the first to enter. The main entrance led directly to the reservations desk set slightly to the left with a few staff behind it. Directly beyond it led to the spacious dance floor with the stage for the live band at the far end. Stairs directly to the right and left of the entrance led up to tables above the dance floor which looked down onto it. The bar was next to the dance floor, on the right underneath the tables above. There were more tables to the left of the dance floor, also underneath the ones above. To a discerning gaze, one would notice the crystal chandeliers lighting the whole place, the fine china on the tables, the burnished oak railings and dance floor, and the plush carpets on the rest of the floor. Needless to say, this was not a typical nightclub with pounding music and flashing lights. This establishment spoke of class and wealth, which is what attracted much of the well-to-do of Noxus.
As Renekton stood taking this in, he looked down as a waiter addressed him. “Sir, we have a table waiting for you,” he said, motioning with his hand to the stairs on the left.
The Butcher merely nodded slowly and followed him to a table at the railing with a clear view of the dance floor and the entrance. No doubt, the Grand General had orchestrated for him to be positioned there. Taking his seat, he shewed away the waiter with a wave of his hand when asked what he wanted to order. With a low growl, he replied, “Nothing now. Come back later.”
As the man left, Rekenton leaned upon the table with his forearms. He watched the entrance with an intense gleam in his eyes, waiting for others to begin to enter. If he were to take in the nightlife of humans, what better way than here? Yes, there will be much to observe tonight.
Post by The Undead Champion on Aug 21, 2013 21:33:47 GMT -5
Sion jogged down the passageways and corridors of the city of Noxus, on duty as always, and searching to serve his own crooked judgement to any shifty-eyed criminals. On this particular night a rumor had been spreading across town and of course had been significantly twisted due to the number of mouths it had been passed through. Word in the barracks was Nasus and Renekton were causing trouble at Raven's Perch, and half the patrol units would be issued to establishments near there.
Twenty minutes earlier, a particularly dim Noxian guard burst into the break room and shouted, much louder than necessary:
"There's a gator scufflin' around with a huge-ass doggy at Raven's watch!"
The handful of soldiers shifted and turned to stare at the young patrolman like what he had just told them was the most ridiculous thing they had ever heard. Sion addressed the man:
"You mean Nasus and Renekton? They were champion's of the League." 'If this crazy guy has his facts right this could be very very bad' Sion thought to himself."Move all available units to surround Raven's Perch, immediately."
The hulking zombie neared the fancy building, completely crowded with city-folk, and motioned to a few guards to surround the property. Then Sion walked slowly through the mass of bodies trying to see what was going on. He noticed that the bystanders toward the front began weaving their way out after figuring out what was actually going on. Sion shoved a few people aside near the front doors and asked to enter. Again, the guards grew slightly pale upon laying eyes on the Undead Champion.
Sion pushed open the double doors and felt the cool air inside wash over him like a wave. The soft music and lighting added a certain mischievous environment. He spotted Renekton, sitting alone, and began making his way around tables, nearing the Butcher. Sion spoke:
"Good evening, Renekton. I heard your brother was in town, yet I do not see him in here. Have you /taken care/ of him already?"
This would obviously make little or no sense to the reptilian.
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Aug 28, 2013 20:45:08 GMT -5
It must be admitted the Butcher had been enjoying himself. Well, as much as he could enjoy himself in such a situation, surrounded by corrupt humans. The evening had been progressing smoothly, even by Renekton's standards. He was left well alone, and only bothered by waiters bringing him various dishes to sample. Though he preferred his meat fresh--that is, killed mere seconds ago--and bloody, the delicacies that had been brought to him, while small by his standards of servings, had amused him. At the moment, he was sampling a finely cut steak, delicately using the fork and knife provided. It cut a strange picture: his dangerous, large hands carefully holding the much smaller silverware.
He had just finished with the steak when Sion approached his table. At the Undead Champion’s greeting, Renekton merely nodded his head silently, swallowing the last of the steak which had barely been a mouthful. At Sion’s question however, his countenance grew dark, and anger surged through him. He carefully arranged the silverware onto his plate, indicating to the hovering waiter he was finished, and leaned back from the table to address Sion. His eyes burning red every so slightly, he replied with his teeth gritted, clearly aggravated by Sion’s question, “No, Nasus was not here. The whole Noxian army would have been called out had he been. And therefore, he is still very much alive.”
As the waiter whisked away the Butcher’s plate, Renekton watched as the Undead Champion made his reply. He let his gaze linger on the receding waiter, before bringing his focus back onto the... undead individual in front of him. Clearing his throat, he began to work a bit of meat out from between two of his teeth with one of his claws. He remained thus a moment, and finally picking the offending piece of matter out, he gently placed it on the cloth napkin beside where his plate had been. Let Sion remain standing before him. He had dared to interrupt dinner? Then he would be responded to when it was fit. Crossing his arms, the Culling Blade glared at him and growled, “Yes, you were clearly misinformed. I suggest next time, you do not mention that name unless you are conveying real news to me, or you just might feel my wrath.”
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Sept 1, 2013 17:28:53 GMT -5
Darius strode into the Raven’s Perch; He was not one to want to revel in the nightlife of Noxus but even he was known to make an appearance out on the streets from time to time even if at least half of those times were at Draven’s request. This was one of these occasions however he was starting to question if he had gone to the correct nightclub. Darius had dressed formally for the occasion but had not lightened in the slightest. There was still much to do and it felt wrong to take a break, but Draven had insisted. He strode through the front door without being hindered and was greeted by the lively sound of a band playing in the back and the lively dance floor. He glanced across the room in search of Draven but found something far more interesting. The Culling Blade and The Undead Champion.
He approached; who would impede him? He had no doubt that three champions would have no doubt attracted the Glorious Executioner if he was here. Perhaps two would have been enough? Renekton looked as if he had just snapped at Sion, but what was more odd was the glint of something in the Demigods hands. Silverware? He took a spot besides Sion, he’d never been terribly fond of the man but he didn’t hate him. He did his duty and then some, even if the fellow Noxian was the equivalent of a human battering ram.
“If you’re going to fight you should save it for later. This place would be leveled pretty easily.” Darius smirked with mild amusement.
“What brings you both here tonight? None of us seem to be the kind to take part in this type of…nightlife.”
Post by The Undead Champion on Sept 3, 2013 16:19:07 GMT -5
Sion replied to Renekton, too dim to realize the emotions which he just spurred to life in the demigod's mind.
"Well, there is quite the crowd outside...not to mention a few dozen of my boys surrounding the place."
Sion's eyes swept the establishment once more. Obviously Nasus was nowhere close to Raven's Perch let alone the entire City-State.
At this time, the front doors opened yet again to reveal another former champion. Surprisingly, it was Darius. As Renekton continued to calmly pick the meat out of his teeth, Sion's head followed the newcomer until he stood by his own side.
"I don't plan on any fighting, unless the appropriate situation presents itself."
The Undead Champion shook his head and spoke again.
"I am here due to a rather embarrassing situation, regarding Nasus" He whispered the Curator's name "And now I'd better call off my men."
Sion stuttered slightly while saying the last few words, embarrassed to have admitted his fault before the Hand of Noxus.
"Please excuse me"
He said before shuffling out. A few seconds later one could hear quite clearly the behemoth of a person attempting to disperse the crowd outside by force.
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Sept 11, 2013 21:15:52 GMT -5
The Butcher had sat moodily, with his left arm behind his chair, playing with the silver knife beside his plate with his right hand, as Sion spoke. The Undead Champion was quite thickheaded to have acted on such rumors. Though it did present an interesting question: who had started the rumor? Possibly a malcontent, or a troublemaker. It mattered little to Renekton, but the mention of Nasus' name had soured his mood--even if the name was whispered.
A light in his reptilian eyes flickered, reflecting his anger at being disturbed, especially unnecessarily so, as Sion lumbered away. Still keeping his former position in his chair, now holding the knife point down on the table with his massive hand, he turned his attention to Darius. Though unexpected, he was not entirely unwelcome, for the man's soul was not as tainted by evil as some of those around them at that very moment. Still seething inwardly from the unwelcome intrusion of his brother's name and trying to ignore it, the Culling Blade replied with a gravelly tone, "Yes, I do not normally attend such places, but tonight I made an exception. I believe it wise to... observe what large swathes of humanity do in their free time."
He said no more, as a waiter approached the pair of them. He stood to attention next to Darius, and asked in a flat, schooled voice, betraying little of the nervousness he felt for serving two champions of Noxus, "Can I get you anything, sir?"
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Post by Marcus Lee on Sept 11, 2013 23:33:49 GMT -5
Marcus walked the streets meaninglessly. His robes gently gliding from the breeze at the edge of the mountain. He had no plans for tonight. So he thought he would eavesdrop on some people to see if anything interesting was happening. Maybe a fight? Unfortunately that was not the case. But he did hear something interesting. Some very important people in Noxus were gathering at the Raven's Perch. Marcus didn't consider himself special. But he thought he would try to get in either way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marcus approached the front entrance to the pub, raising a hand in greeting to the bouncer. The bouncer asked his name and Marcus replied by smiling and exposing his fangs. "If you don't know me by these, then i'm probably not on the list." The bouncer clicked his data pad a few times before grunting. "You can go in." Marcus gave a cheery wave and a "Thank you!" and headed inside. The second he walked in he noticed he was not very well dressed for the occasion at all. His leather tunic and robe severely clashed with the well dressed men and women in the pub. His umbrella did nothing to conceal his presence either. Marcus scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly as a few looks from around the room shifted to him. He started to survey the pub, immediately noticing the hulking Renekton and familiar sight of Darius. Although Marcus wasn't very acquainted with Darius, himself and Draven had somewhat of a friendship. Marcus, although bold, decided he shouldn't walk up to such important people. Especially when Renekton didn't look too pleased in the first place. Marcus huffed and sat at a table, quickly being greeted by a waiter. "Would you like something sir?" The waiter gave him an eye that said, you are dressed odd for such an occasion, it was quite obvious that was what he thought. Marcus simply bared his fangs at the man and ordered a coffee and a bloody steak. Quipping an extra. "No need to cook the meat at all actually!" As the waiter walked off, visibly more pale after seeing his fangs. Marcus leaned back, covering his face with his cloak and getting comfortable in the chair.
Just because I'm an assassin doesn't mean I can't have some fun, I'll be alive for a long time after all.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Sept 20, 2013 15:41:55 GMT -5
Darius sighed inwardly as The Undead Champion made his way off, no doubt he was going to force his way through the crowd, his eyes fell back upon Renekton. No wonder the demigod was in such a huff.
"He's never been the most tactful of us." There were much better ways of handeling this and while Sion was certainly a Noxian that was respected he had all the grace and subtly of a battering ram. He rolled his eyes before looking around once more in hopes his brother might have been watching with an amused smirk on his face, unfortunately it never happened.
"You picked a good enough place for your wise decision. You'll understand enough of how Noxian nightlife can be in a single night though this is only one face. Darius' attention turned to the waiter briefly. "Bring me a medium rare steak and a pint of something that is on tap. Just make sure it's not Graggy."
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Sept 27, 2013 17:38:03 GMT -5
The Butcher's eyes flickered with amusement at the general's description of Sion's tact. A slight toothy grin crept over his fearsome visage, which did not in fact give the impression to the casual observer he was amused. Instead, it displayed his jagged incisors in all their savagery, while what could be described as a wicked light danced in his eyes. Regardless of Darius reaction to this turn of events, the general's waiter briskly walked off to fetch his order, not wishing to dally when he was serving such an important person.
Watching the man disappear amongst all the other tables heading towards the kitchens, Renekton nodded his head slowly in agreement to Darius' explanation of Noxus' night scene, his fearsome grin having subsided. "Yes, I understand this is merely one selection of what Noxus has to offer, but of course I was informed this was the best, and"--he gazed around the entire establishment taking in the expensive and posh accouterments--"I certainly agree with such a description."
His reptilian gaze then switched back onto the man sitting across from him, and he asked, "But what brings you here tonight? Did you come because I was rumored to be here, or do you come to The Raven's Perch occasionally, and tonight was just one of those occasions?"
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Oct 3, 2013 2:38:35 GMT -5
The toothy grin forced a smirk across the Hand of Noxus’ lips. “Draven.” He answered simply and let out an audible sigh with a furrowed brow. “I was supposed to meet with him here, at least I believed so.” His eyes once again fell towards the crowd.
“He isn’t here. I either traveled to the wrong place or he has successfully coaxed me into heading out tonight.” He furrowed his brow. “It does not matter. I should indulge in everything else that Noxus offers before my duties come baring down upon me.” His smirk reappeared. "Is Noxus what you expected it to be?”
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Oct 20, 2013 19:43:35 GMT -5
At the mention of Draven, Renekton gave a slight snort of derision. The reptilian eyes told his sentiments about the man plain enough for those brave enough to search their depths. The light in them conveyed a slight sense of humor, but also annoyance. Though the man was useful for his flair, at times his excessive ego grated on the Butcher. Indeed, the man's soul was consumed with itself to an extreme extent--which Renekton had never seen before, nor believed he would ever witness again. Not that he ever wished to find another being so focused on itself. As for Darius not finding his brother at the Raven's Perch, not for a moment did Renekton doubt that Draven was elsewhere this evening, stoking his ego.
In response to the question posed to Renekton, the massive beast mused silently, arms crossed, his eyes roving the establishment, clearly lost in contemplation. After a moment, he replied, with his eyes now focused on Darius. "Noxus is certainly... different than my home. There are similarities, but for every one of those there is a major difference. I cannot say I expected much more than that."
He cleared his throat, a rather monstrous, gravely sound, and continued, his tone serious and, to the observant listener, perhaps even wistful, "Like my home, Noxus is warlike. However, in my world, beings like myself are--or were--common. Like Noxus, we possess much knowledge of war, magic, and more, though I never took the opportunity to learn more than what I needed to know--mainly the arts of war. However, in my world, our form of what you would call government is different than what you have in Noxus."
The Culling Blade fell silent as the waiter returned with Darius' order. Balancing a tray in one hand, the waiter placed with the other a plate of steak and a glass of ale in front of the general. To the general, the man stated plainly, "Just as you ordered, sir. A medium rare steak, and a pint of ale."
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Dec 1, 2013 17:41:05 GMT -5
Darius knew well how most felt about his brother and Renekton’s reaction came to no surprise to him and then he silently listened to what the Demi-god had to say. Of course he would not go into detail about his home land, even with the institute those with other planes did not speak much of it. The Culling Blade made better conversation than anything he could have expected. His release and recruitment could easily be seen as a wise move from Noxus, especially if he had the capabilities to be civil when he wasn’t foaming from the mouth over his brother.
The food arrived, placed before him. “My thanks.” He took the silver ware and stabbed into his steak and began to cut it apart. The waiter walked away and then the General began speaking.
“I do not expect many details of your home but I suppose I am glad to hear that you can relate to my home at the very least.” He grasped his ale, from the smell and look it appeared to be of quality. “I’d propose a toast had you your own, one to a prosperous future in Noxus. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
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