Temple of Pallas (Open)

The projectile flew through the air, striking the target in the head.  The archer reset his position and fired again, the corrupted arrow striking the target in the throat this time.

The rage swelled in his chest as he continued to fire into the target.  Noxus was in his home again.  The very nation he sought to destroy, was in him home again.  Another arrow hit the target.  And there was nothing he could do to remove them, less he start some kind of war with the nation again,

But that was what he wanted, he couldn't deny his desire to march on the Order and wipe out every Noxian he saw there.  The corruption whispered into his mind, trying to goad him into acting on his revenge.  But this restraint only fuelled his rage further.  With a yell he released a final arrow into the dummy he set up,  The arrow pierced into the target, the corruption inside it bursting out in a fountain of blackness.


He heard Shen reach the final step of the temple.  Even his silent steps could hide himself this close to him, the Marks of Owl made it so.  "What do you want Shen." he said, more of a statement than a question.  He gathered the splintered remains of wooden dummy as he waited for an answer. 

And indeed, the ninja was followed, not that he thought much of it of course. Kennen was always the most energetic of the three... Also the one that needs the most surveillance in case he would act on his own accord, according to his "whim" as he would suggest.

"A visit, Kennen, a visit, the very meaning of visit doesn't require a hard or thorough explanation, it is simply what it is, the very action of you and I being present here at this particular place due to the presence of another individual, whom we desire to exchange useless, or useful information."

The azure ninja would give a slight bow to the Corrupted Archer before him, before continuing to express himself and his intent.

"A conversation. To grasp and understand your capability of unbalancing Ionia and why you did what you did."

He simply stared at Varus and waited for a response... The first reaction he obtained from him was not hostility, helpful to starting a conversation possibly, at least better then the complicated dealings with aggression should such a reaction occur. But he is volatile, someone that should be handled, with care.

Hatred, a negative surge of emotion that demands retribution to it's host, to payback what was given, to get even. Perhaps this is where the suggestion ends and where the action began. The howling cries of the dead screaming at the borders of the Noxian land, soldiers slaughtered, murdered, desperation in their blood dripping eyes, where everything looks red, fearsome, the silhouette of purple wandering the fields of the dead.

And of course, he would take it up the wrong way. It wasn't in their prejudice to serve justice, this is where things go even, but he'd take it further, for a village of souls condemned to the stamping hoofs of unholy war, the Sniper would demand a thousand more desecrated, rotten corpse in return for their transgression.

They can't render him lifeless, he is the guardian of something that will untip even the greatest of scales, albeit he won't be if he's reckless, if he would attempt to obtain something that will simply never be fulfilled in entirety, for the beast will always come back screaming for more.

The azure ninja paid no mind to his tongue covered with venom of no poison, he was waiting for the second part of his statement, then it came. Sorrow.

"We do not desire you dead, we desire for you to obtain control, to get a grip on yourself. Your conviction is strong, your strength is not lacking. This unwavering determination have been recognized and asking you to stop treading the path you take seemingly futile."

Shen would pause before putting a question to the table, something he just noticed.

"You have the determination and will to put to halt one of the greatest threat that Ionia has faced, the corruption that now lurks and exists within your very vessel... But are you leashing the beast, or are you really being eaten?"

"If your time is limited, then find one that is capable of succeeding your legacy before the clock finishes ticking... It is much preferred if this could be left at your hands instead of ours, should such need arises."

The Eye of Twilight would present him with such an advice. If none shall be done for the present, then the existence of a future must be preserved, the Kinkou will make assure of such things, if the Arrow of Retribution will bring such a matter to the calendar, the Kinkou will simply have to do it for him, one who will be ready when the baton needs to be passed, another one to bear the symbol of the owl.

But firstly, reaction, this is important, whether or not it is his untapped potential that still yet remains buried deep within his cursed body, or coming to bear with passing away his duty to someone that he trusts, or doesn't know.

However, the Kinkou would prefer to deal with someone they actually have an understanding about, instead of dealing with unpredictability. The azure ninja will ask for the purple silhouette before him to bear one more responsibility that he must carry with him in his limited life span and if not, they'll have to plan ahead accordingly.