Post by The Dark Sovereign on Oct 25, 2013 0:50:04 GMT -5
Date: 13 November, 22 CLE
Syndra took a breath and felt it catch in her throat. She swallowed, puzzled. It was a strange feeling, as if something was tugging at her heart. It had been a while, but she had finally settled into the role of a champion. It might've been a prestigious position, but Syndra definitely did not enjoy certain aspects of it. For one, she despised the idea of being a puppet; it was humiliating and she had to swallow her anger on many occasions. Second, it was the outrageous restrictions put upon her power that made her so furious. Many times, she had to remind herself that the shackles limiting her power were only temporary, but it panicked her, the restrictions---it reminded her too much of the past.
The Dark Sovereign straightened up in her chair. She was in one of the many long hallways of the Institute. She had finally finished a session on the Fields of Justice, and it had been a relief to ignore the orders in her mind. She looked down the hallway, tilting her head to the side, blowing her pale hair impatiently from her face. It had a quiet beauty, the grounds. It reminded her of Ionia, with its twisting trees and gentle breeze. Her lips curled slightly as she remembered why she became a champion. The Elders. Syndra laughed. Oh, the faces Karma and Irelia had when they saw her for the first time in the Institute. Irelia had trouble hiding her rage and was glared at her direction, but the Duchess of Ionia had looked away, quickly covering her face with a fan.
Syndra paused, broken out of her thoughts. She cocked her head. There was a commotion further down the hallway. The Dark Sovereign narrowed her eyes. It seemed to be an argument---she could tell by the raised voices. She pushed herself out of her chair and floated down the hallway, three dark spheres instantly materializing as she stood. It wasn’t odd to hear the summoners arguing; they were a bunch of fickle fools. But it was a word that was said that perked Syndra’s curiosity.
The word? Zed.
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Nov 6, 2013 3:18:42 GMT -5
That name was uttered by the senior summoner before him and it felt like a rock being thrown against the inside of his skull and he recoiled almost as if he was in pain. A once smiling face turned serious as his eyes shot open. The other just starred. He'd never seen Daichi so furious in the time he’d known him here. Whatever composure Daichi had was abandoned.
"What do you mean, Zed is here?" His words were toneless. Devoid of feeling as Daichi starred through the man before him. He was waiting for that awful confirmation.
"Just that. I just thought you should know he w-" He was cut off.
"Leave my room at once." The firmness of his voice was laced with venom upon aggravation.
"Excuse me?” His senior spoke, almost shocked demands were being made of him. “Did you forget that I'm a High Summoner Hamamo-“ And then the outburst came. The man was barely that and Daichi knew it.
"And this was lost in the aftermath of the Sovereign’s acceptance!? Maybe if the Elders didn't have their heads in their asses half the time there would have been more protest and action!" He didn’t know that. He was angry. But there had been outrage regarding her joining.
"Calm down Daichi." It lacked confidence.
"Do you know what that son of a BITCH did to me?!" The Ionian snapped and took a step forward, the magic around him resonated and the temperature dropped.
"I know bu-" He tried to reason as he took a step back. His sights fell to the door.
"LEAVE!" He demanded and then silence thickened the air. A syllable was spoken but was drowned out by an odd, but loud sound that sounded very crystalline. Syndra could feel the sudden chill and then felt a rush of cold air as a cowering summoner flung open the door and fled the room with his tail between his legs.
The spot where the summoner had been was frozen solid, a crystalline form in his place, similar to something Anivia could have produced. Daichi was fuming as he looked upon it. The Ionian hadn't yet seen Syndra. His brow furrowed and then he shook his head. He hadn't lost his composure like this in a long time.
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Nov 19, 2013 3:44:14 GMT -5
Syndra had listened intently on the outside of the door while this was occurring; it wasn’t hard—it was the loudest commotion in the Institute, surely. She did not recognize the voices but that wasn’t a surprise. There were many summoners and she had only met a select few, none that she liked particularly. Why were they discussing Zed? She considered entering, but hesitated. She would learn more by eavesdropping. The summoners were not impartial with champions, especially one as new and unknown as her.
The argument had escalated and Syndra backed away from the door, the spheres instinctively darkening in color, preparing for a confrontation. There had been a silence, and with an unearthly scream, the doors had swept open. Syndra danced backwards, pressing herself against the wall. A summoner ran out of the room, so caught up in terror that he did not see the champion. Syndra watched him stumble around the corner before straightening herself. Her curiosity was sparked. Who could have had such a reaction to the Master of Shadows? Her lips tightened as she thought of him. Granted, he was not a popular figure of Ionia, but the Institute was no stranger to questionable champions. Her mind wandered briefly as she remembered the Terror of the Void, with whom she had teamed up with last session.
Syndra made her decision; she turned the corner and floated into the doorway, eyes aglow. At first, the room seemed empty, the center of it blasted away with a layer of ice. On further inspection, she saw the summoner responsible. It must’ve been a summoner. He was wearing the robes. His face was turned away from Syndra, and he seemed to be recovering from his apparent lapse of judgment. Syndra didn’t hesitate.
“What do you have against the Master of Shadows?”
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Dec 9, 2013 1:31:04 GMT -5
That voice, filled with energy with a tone that was to the point, almost demanding even if she intended it not to be. He knew who it was instantly. Daichi turned with surprise with a hint of flush in his cheek and a furrowed brow. Embarrassment set in and he covered it up by giving a deep bow of respect to the champion before him. He hadn't seen her, why hadn't he seen her? How could he not have seen her? She wasn’t subtle.
"A thousand pardons. I did not see you there. Forgive the rudeness and the outburst. It was unbecoming. I have caused a scene and for that I am sorry." He was quick to try to make amends, a first impression was important and he almost destroyed his. He followed up with an answer.
"Zed is responsible for the death of many I once knew. Among those were both of my parents and many of my friends." Daichi spoke with remorse and a hint of bitterness in his voice. There was a clear grudge, though he tried to hide the hostilities.
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Dec 14, 2013 4:32:28 GMT -5
The blush did not escape her notice. Most people would avert their eyes to spare both of them of further embarassment, but Syndra did no such thing. She gazed at him, listening to his hasty apology. She nodded once, her eyes never wavering from Daichi’s.
When his explanation came, she toyed with it, ignoring the emotion that it seemed to evoke from the summoner. When he finished, a silence hung over the two of them, and Syndra finally looked away from Daichi, eyes resting on the ice, still clumped in the center of the room. Syndra spoke finally, emotionless, mysterious energy still echoing throughout her voice. “I did not mean to intrude,” she replied, but it sounded false even to her own ears. She was like a novice actor, reading lines off a script blandly without any emphasis or emotion. “I understand now why you would hate such a man.”
Again, the words rang false. Syndra did not seem to notice this time. She looked at Daichi again. “ Forgive me, I forget myself.” She did not sound particularly sincere. “I am Syndra, the Dark Sovereign. No doubt you have heard of my arrival into the League of Legends.”
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Jan 2, 2014 21:59:54 GMT -5
It was more than what he expected from her. The insincerity of her tone was not unknown to him but it was the most he would get from the Dark Sovereign and he knew it but he couldn’t help but muse that she could use a little bit more practice. Daichi would have plenty of time for trivial wonderings later. He made eye contact before giving a proper introduction.
"My name is Daichi Hamamoto. No harm has been done by your presence. I see no reason not to forgive; I was never upset with you in the first place. No harm. No foul." He bowed deeper. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Syndra. I did not expect to see you in these halls so soon. It’s rare to see a champion this far down."
He gave almost no pause before he continued to speak. "Is there something I may aid you with? I'd prepare tea if you wish to stay and talk, the room I'm afraid, is not as neat as I'd like it to be. With or without the addition of ice in it. But that can easily be fixed."
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Jan 11, 2014 16:57:50 GMT -5
Syndra listened to the summoner. Daichi. She picked up on that name; it was definitely an Ionian style name. He was fluent in his introduction, full of formality and prose. When he was done, she made her way completely into the room, letting an orb nudge the door closed.
‘Tea is welcome,’ she managed. ‘It’s been a long and arduous day on the Fields.’ She cast a look around the room. It wasn’t spotless, but it was certainly cleaner than her rooms back in Ionia. Syndra could imagine it now---her robes and scrolls sprawled across the floor in the exquisite room of the ex-temple. She returned her attention back to Daichi and forced at tight smile. ‘It is not as cluttered as you fear.’
She hovered her way towards an upturned chair, no doubt the aftermath of the argument with the other summoner, and straightened it with a wave of her hand. Her mind was racing…why did she accept his offer? She wasn’t particularly sociable, and he was a summoner, no less. But it was still the mention of Zed that kept her curious. She had made it her job to be knowledgeable about all significant Ionian figures, and Daichi might have answers to lingering questions about Ionia’s past and the fall of the old ninja order. And of course...Zed. He was a topic in itself.
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Jan 30, 2014 18:21:14 GMT -5
Daichi dismissed the frost and the room warmed up quite quickly. In a few mere moments the cold crept inwards and away, thawing as quickly as it had frozen. The ex-kinkou picked up his over turned chair and set it up right. Syndra would notice that his room had other influences here and there that weren't just Ionian. Demacian and Noxian styles blended in to create something a little more unique. After the chair was set up and the Ionians sat adjacent from one another.
He waved his hand and a very ornate blue tea set, one that looked old but very decorated appeared after a swirling of orange and yellow effects appeared. Clearly it was a minor summoning trick. An Ionian dragon was pictured upon it, circling almost the entirety of each piece of the set. The craftsmanship upon it was top notch but the set looked old. It must have been something passed down. A kettle was centered upon the table. "You can do more with summoning magic than just summoning champions." He laughed slightly. He began to properly set up the set. The Ionian paused in his speech. What to say, she was certainly not what he expected off the field. She was far more well-mannered than he thought. "How has your time been here? It's been a little over two months hasn't it?"
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Feb 10, 2014 1:34:27 GMT -5
Syndra sat down, sinking into the cushiness of the chair. She watched as Daichi positioned the kettle, taking in the Ionian decoration. It looked well-loved, and it reminded her of all the artifacts she ‘inherited’ from her mentor. Her mentor had never traveled out of Ionia, so his belongings were all Ionian craftsmanship. Already, she could see differences in the curves of the chair and the desks in the room. She couldn’t quite place their origins, but she knew no Ionian hand had built them. She shifted in her seat, watching the kettle boil.
Daichi had picked up on her mannerisms correctly. She was poised, unwilling to let her façade of subtle power crack. She surveyed the man in front of him. No doubt he was powerful. She had read about the feats the summoners had accomplished in Runeterra. Her gaze wandered back to the patch of carpet, where ice had covered it only so recently. She listened to his question and pondered it silently, mulling over her answer. ‘Yes, just about eight weeks now,’ she murmured, absentmindedly tracing her finger around a dark sphere, like a girl would with her hair. ‘There are many powerful…beings here,’ she asserted, almost reluctantly. ‘Many foreigners too.’
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Feb 16, 2014 18:12:52 GMT -5
"The Institute of War has attracted many. I can say that this is easily the strangest place I've been on Runeterra. But not the most scenic of places sadly." He lips upturned into a smirk. "Everyone has a reason for being here. Even the summoners." Daichi mentioned almost off handedly. He was a smaller man with softer features but there was distinct hardness to his eyes and a confidence that never left them. They were sharp, taking in every detail as if he was already plotting to move against anything that could or would happen.
"I came here after the destruction of the old Kinkou order. I no longer wished to stay within something so destroyed with no one left to support me. I feared back lash if I had just abandoned them so I went to the Institute of War and studied to become a summoner. It's been a few years now. I think I'm okay at it." He furrowed a brow. He wasn’t actually sure if that was true but at the time he had felt desperate. He had lost so much and it seemed hard to tell if those that were left actually cared about him or cared more about rebuilding the order. "I made more of a point to refine my own magical talents, I'm a better caster than I am a summoner."
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Mar 2, 2014 23:52:22 GMT -5
Syndra remained silent for a minute or so, seemingly lost in her thoughts. She was not used to having conversations with people in general; she had been isolated for far too long. The young woman finally replied, when the silence became too pregnant.
“Ionia is not kind to anything out of the ordinary. Balance must be upheld,’ she quoted, a tinge of anger coloring her tone. The Dark Sovereign narrowed her eyes at Daichi, and proposed her question slowly. ‘Do you have any ties with members of power in Ionia?’ She crossed her legs, and stared at Daichi tightly. The question was probing; at first glance, Daichi would probably think she was talking about the Kinkou Order, being a respected clan, but the Dark Sovereign wanted to know how much this summoner was entrenched in Ionian politics. How much could she weed out of him?
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 22, 2014 17:16:11 GMT -5
"Direct. No." Daichi answered simply but honestly. "Why?" Was an expected follow up inquiry but he knew the answer he’d get was obvious.
"And how do you feel about the Balance?" It was a follow up question and it was perhaps dangerous territory. She could snap at him and possibly get violent over it; it seemed like an unreasonable response but he could not rule out the possibility. Daichi kept his posture straight and his eyes locked in upon hers. His pose was confident and unnervingly calm despite the tinge of anger that had begun to coat her voice.
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Mar 24, 2014 16:37:58 GMT -5
Syndra cocked her head, warily scanning Daichi’s face. ‘Hm,’ she mused, her voice taking on a cool undertone.
‘The Balance is the core of Ionia,’ Syndra replied, looking away from Daichi. She peered into her dark sphere, as if she could see images within them, even though they remained their murky dark color. The Dark Sovereign stroked the sphere once, almost tenderly, and continued.
‘Watching the Stars, Coursing the Sun…..’ she smirked, ‘and of course, Pruning the Tree. Balance is a lie,’ she echoed, unconsciously repeating a phrase from an infamous Ionian. She pauses for a moment, remembering his whispers before continuing. ‘The Balance is built on a foundation of fear. Fear of the powerful. Too much has been done for the sake of “balance.”’ Her voice is menacing, reckless.
The sphere Syndra was cradling suddenly wobbled and vanished, and she stiffened. In quick succession, the other two spheres winked out, like stars snuffed. She takes a deep breath, regaining control, and turns forcibly back to Daichi.
The kettle suddenly shrieks, steam gushing out of it. The tea is ready.
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Apr 9, 2014 19:46:14 GMT -5
Daichi nodded. "It's an intelligent response." He said as he tended to the tea and began to pour it into both cups. One for himself and one for the Sovereign.
"Balance to me means a different thing than Zed, Shen, you or any of the other elders." The water filled the first cup, dyed a dark brown.
"I think that the ideas I was raised with were flawed. As are many other things about Ionian culture that have allowed many problems of the past to continue to persist. I do not think balance is a lie. I think that what people believe about the balance is wrong. And it needs to be fixed."
He poured his own cup. "Do you want cream or sugar?" Hopefully he could intrigue her interest rather than being crushed underfoot.
Post by The Dark Sovereign on Apr 12, 2014 17:31:30 GMT -5
Syndra almost missed what Daichi said. She was slightly fazed, and raised a hand where the sphere had been. It had been a long time since she unwittingly lost control of her spheres. She felt naked, completely exposed to the world. The Dark Sovereign concentrated and the three spheres flickered back into life. She let out a shaky sigh and relaxed.
‘Sugar,’ she replied curtly, returning her attention to Daichi, crisis averted. She seemed slightly shaken, but hid it under a blank mask. ‘And how would you suggest fixing it, summoner?’ she asked, watching Daichi pour her a cup. ‘How can you fix something so fundamentally flawed?’
"A legion couldn't stop me; what chance do you have?"
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