Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 5, 2013 0:53:43 GMT -5
The Grand General's expression remained inscrutable through the unceremonious display. When Zorn Agammond's head hit the desk, a sickening crunch rang out through the lounge--followed by the clinking of decorative medals as he slumped onto the carpet, unconscious.
Swain's gaze flicked briefly back towards LeBlanc before he addressed Astuceiux, the mirror image of himself--though she now looked strange, mannered with her natural idiosyncrasies. "General Agammond will be "on vacation" in the western dungeon for one week. You have that time to develop a proper understanding of your task. You will be granted entrance between the hours of ten and eighteen-hundred. You will observe, interrogate, learn everything necessary for the assimilation."
He cast a spiteful glance at the crumpled form of the fallen high commander, grit his teeth behind his shroud. Then he lifted his chin, growling, "Is that understood?"
Post by Zorn Agammond on Feb 5, 2013 1:10:03 GMT -5
Amarills snaps her fingers, the misty pink fire flared around her illuminating the room in a pink glow before fading. She was standing once more in her normal form, black dress and heels, her hair tied up, a few strands falling across her face. She looks at the crumpled man then to LeBlanc, and then to Swain, her eyes alight with excitment... Not an eager excitment, but more of the anticipation.
The dossier LeBlanc had given her earlier in her hands, she opens it and moves to Zorn Agammond's body... She crouches and plucks out a few hairs. She smiles to herself and looks to Swain, "Understood." She places the hair in the dossier and snaps it closed...
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 5, 2013 1:25:20 GMT -5
"If there is any trouble, any at all, you will report directly to me," LeBlanc stated to Amarills.
She looked over at the fallen figure of the general and walked towards him. She poked at his still form with her staff. "A little bit dramatic, do you not think, General Darius?" The Deceiver cast a raised eyebrow and a cheeky grin at him. "I thought that was your brother's department, dear."
With a quick wave, she motioned to Amarills to follow her suit. "Now then, High General Swain, if you need the helpful lips of your adviser, you know where to find me." LeBlanc curtsied before Swain, expecting Amarills to follow suit. "Forever Strong."
With that, the Deceiver took a step into thin air and disappeared.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Feb 5, 2013 14:27:46 GMT -5
Amarills' eyes move to Darius once LeBlanc had disapeared, she gives him a small wave and a smile before following LeBlanc, taking a step forward disappearing into nothingness.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 5, 2013 19:14:08 GMT -5
As the two women disappeared, Swain cast a glance at Darius, gauging his reaction to LeBlanc's mockery, her subtle insinuation of superiority. Perhaps The Hand had detected her condescension. Perhaps not.
Exhaustion quickly darkening his features, the general trudged to his desk and began to rearrange what markers had been knocked askew by the impact of Agammond's head. "Take him to the cell," he said without an upward glance. "Notify Sion I'll arrive tomorrow, dawn."
Darius didn't even bend over, but gripped the man by his collar before proceeding to drag him away. He turned, rolling his eyes upward, "Keep your bitch on a shorter leash, Jericho..." The commander's head collided with the door as Darius gave little regard for his well being. Darius looked down talking to the unconscious form as he left "she's almost as cheeky as her a-" the door slammed behind him as he trudged off to the dungeons.
Post by Scorn of the Moon on Feb 28, 2013 16:39:21 GMT -5
Diana would find herself drawn to the Darkbourne castle within Noxus. She was simply in the area, but as recruiting goes... it was tiresome and she needed a place to rest within the night. Her piercing gaze would look up towards what would be the closest she could be towards the moon, and around to see the spectacle that is a fully drawn out view of the Moon at the top of the castle. As it became apparent that the guards wouldn't let her in, she pointed out her goal to them.
"The best place to bask within the Moonlight... and I wish to access it."
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 3, 2013 8:50:30 GMT -5
At the looming iron gate, the guards exchanged glances. They had never seen the Lunari here in Noxus, and from beneath their helms, they peered at her with marked suspicion. An imposing man, broad-shouldered, grim, barked to one of their company: "Go announce her."
The addressed sentry saluted, then turned to march up the long gravel drive towards the castle. His better watched Diana sternly for several minutes--until, finally, the messenger returned, his face pale, slightly out of breath. "The Grand General," he paused to catch his breath, "H-he says to send her in."
The guard-captain grunted, shot a final suspicious look at Diana, then called aloud. "You heard the orders. Open the gates," to his unit. A great cacophony of clinking iron rang out in the night as the guardsmen unwound the portcullis chains. The full moon rose ever higher over the mountain, casting eerie shadows upon the city below. When the gate had drawn fully open, two guards marched to either side of Diana. Neither hostile nor amiable, acting in accordance with protocol, they escorted her up the marble staircase to the grand arched entryway, where a servant pushed open the carved wooden doors, bowing low.
They crossed the threshold into the foyer, where one of the guards spoke, "You will deposit your..." he eyed the woman's strange scythe up and down, "weapon in the arms vault, madame Lunari. Standard procedure." He extended his arm, indicating a hallway and a well-lit room to their left, in which several pristine daggers, axes, bows and swords were already secured to the walls or else carefully locked in crystal cases.
Post by Scorn of the Moon on Mar 3, 2013 15:13:21 GMT -5
Diana would watch the guardsman run off, and fold her arms in anticipation for his return. As she waited, her gaze would not leave the others eyes... analyzing him the very same he is to her. When the other returns, and she's beckoned inside... she silently begins her trek up the staircase, not bothered by the seemingly armed guards escorting her. When she arrives within the foyer of the estate, she glances around... taking in all of that seems to be on display. She smirks at the eerily similar looking architectural designs, now glancing further towards the roof... until the guard notions her to deposit her weapon away.
My Weapon?... Why must I deposit what I hold dear to me inside a vault that I cannot access until my departure? I would rather die then remove it from my person, as I myself do not trust many.
Diana would need plenty of coaxing or reasons for her to part with her weapon, even for a few hours. As she only truly feels safe with it within her grasp... then locked away. Even then, she might not agree to it, given her stubborn nature.
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 4, 2013 23:41:27 GMT -5
Behind his helm, the escort quirked a brow. She clutched the strange blade close. Perhaps, he thought, rather like a feral animal. He took a cautious approach. "Madame, this is the High Command castle. No one is permitted to roam these halls armed but those who defend it and the officers to whom it serves as headquarters." He placed a hand upon the hilt of his sword--not hostilely, out of habit, then finished firmly, "The Grand General permits you as a guest, and you will be treated as such. There are no exceptions to this rule."
With this, he extended a gauntleted hand towards the weapons room, inclined his head slightly in a show of respect, but kept his hand upon the hilt of his sword in case she react violently. He had seen her on the fields once or twice, and knew what havoc she could wreak with that strange blade...
Post by Scorn of the Moon on Mar 6, 2013 22:39:10 GMT -5
Diana would glare coldly at the escort, noticing that he has grabbed the hilt of his blade. She would then look back to her weapon to the roof and finally back to the escort. After a short while of contemplating, she'll finally relinquish her weapon over, personally placing it within the weapons room. Firmly stating that no-one is allowed touch it afterwards immediately. After that business was done, she would stare at her blade once more within the room...before walking to the escort and simply awaiting whatever was to happen.
"Also if I wanted to kill you, I would have already... and I do not need my blade to do such."
After hearing the tone of her voice, the escort can safely know that she was truly not happy with leaving her weapon somewhere, especially in a weapons room in a castle... even if it was what they called protocol. If anything was not to her tastes... this was one of them. Hopefully the night would become better, and the subject does not return until her departure.
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 7, 2013 0:07:27 GMT -5
The guard abandoned his grip on his sword, only nodding in response to her biting address. His gaze was drawn swiftly upward, where the shrunken form of Grand General Swain had appeared upon the stairs, his sinister fowl at his shoulder, a Raedsel guard at each side. "Good evening, madame," he greeted Diana with a polite incline of his half-shorn head.
Slowly, two feet and a cane to every step, he descended the staircase, finally alighting before her. Though frail in form, his air remained imposing, authoritative, regal. "Welcome." His crimson gaze affixed upon her pale face, confident, polite. "Forgive me for not granting you a proper reception. Such things are easier to arrange when guests are expected." He smirked slightly behind his shroud. His chide was made not in ill will, rather, extended as a civil indication of his hospitality, regardless of her unsolicited status.
"What brings you to my city?" He lifted his chin, adopted a dignified pose, folded his hands over his cane as he awaited her response.
Senka walked wordlessly beside the Grand General. Her massive sword was hefted onto her shoulder, her sapphire eyes taking in the room, and finally Diana's form. "Interesting.." the Raedsel thought to herself, curious as to why the Scorn of the Moon was here. Her sapphire eyes fixed on Diana's silver ones.. though, Diana would not see sapphire, all Diana would see was four piercing red eyes that gleamed from her helmet. Once Swain had reached the bottom of the stairs, Senka, along with her fellow, hefted their swords and placed them in front of themselves, blade pointed to the ground, as if statues.
Senka then would simply listen and watch... looking for any sign of attack.
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