Post by The Blind Monk on Jul 4, 2013 2:23:25 GMT -5
The Blind Monk traversed the Ionian forests without due direction. People often spoke of beauty in nature. He was no longer allowed that benefit. The intrinsic blue of water? Lush fields? The stirring wild-life? He would only be able to see in his memories now, that has progressively faded in detail and recollection over the years.
Now the warmth of the sun, the fragrance of blossoming plants, the moist dew of the grass beneath his feet; these little things were his continuous reminders that he is still attached to this world.
The sudden addition of music in the air awoke Lee Sin from his wanderlust and piqued his curiosity enough to drive him off what he thought would be a mundane walk. He felt the crunch of the grass beneath his feet, and through that he created an image of the landscape around him, continuing to update it as he made his way to the beautiful melody.
To a blind man, especially Lee Sin, this music was euphoric. It reminded him of the early days in the Monastery. When he entered the area where Amaya was, the vibrations of the earth and trees told him that there were at least 3 others in the presence of this musician, but the serene music split Lee Sin's concentration, barring off details of the other figures that he could use to identify them. He was in clear view of the other parties, but it felt like no one was making a move anytime soon.
It was like a poem being written. A song being sung. A story being whispered to the people who listened. Three flute players, and an image within her minds eye of a butterfly floating nearby. What was this she was seeing? She had not had much vision since she was pretty young, lost completely in her mid-teens. It was a painful realization that her sight was becoming lost because of something she had no control over. The evils of the world that had stolen it away.
Yet here she was.
The tiny creature, nameless to those gathered, continued to play. Her small fingers just barely covering the holes of the larger flute, adjusting to the 'auras' of those she sensed nearby as if she were reciting the events occurring around her.
The third flute seemed to fade from the triangle trio, accompanied still by the second which she estimated the general area of. The more people gathered, the more she seemed at peace, and the more the music reflected the beauty of such a feeling. Surely, this tiny woman was content.
One of the slightly drooped feline ears lifted when Lee stopped nearby to listen. So many people close by. She can't remember ever drawing such a crowd, or even being joined by total strangers out of no where, playing their melody; their story along with her's. If she weren't playing, she would be smiling. Her eyes still closed, seemingly completely at the musics mercy.
Post by Master of Shadows on Jul 6, 2013 5:35:10 GMT -5
Zed's crimson eyes flared, the shadows around him seemed to almost to distort and grow darker. He spoke the Shen, without his moving his gaze from the small creature playing. From the shadows of the trees, dark presences would be able to felt. Shadow clones, each looking exactly like Zed himself, "Try Shen... I bested you once. I bested your father when he tried to betray me. I can beat you again." He fell silent, and seemed to almost pretend that Shen did not exist. As if the Eye of Twilight was not worth even talking to any longer. His relaxed mood shattered, discreetly, a blade would slowly unsheathe itself from the large bladed arm-guard upon Zed's forearm. A threat that he would not hesitate to retaliate should Shen try anything.
The dark presences all shifting in the darkness, there was no way Shen could win in these conditions if he attempted to try anything.
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
Post by The Blind Monk on Jul 6, 2013 20:06:14 GMT -5
The Blind Monk stood in increased awe. The music sent vibrations throughout his entire body, and in turn he drew an image in his head, using the melody and the own movements of his feet to paint a portrait of the figure standing before him.
He identified the musician as female, with a small, lithe frame. Her face identified her as Ionian, and besides that, she also carried two distinct feline characteristics; her ears and her tail. Lee Sin cocked his head at the thought of such a creature, but then again, he wasn't surprised. He had met Ahri on the Rift many times before during League matches, and he has met stranger. But something else about this particular person...
Whatever it was, he started to sense a looming threat he had not foreseen before. He went from concentrating on the lady before him to those in the trees. That's when he heard the quiet conversation between the two ninjas bounce off through the leaves.
Whatever would happen next, whatever the Master of Shadows planned on pulling, he knew he'd be able to deal with it, or at least get away if things got too catastrophic. As for the musician? He wasn't so sure.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Lee Sin said aloud, trying to get the musician's attention. He tilted his head forward in her general direction, but the sash around his eyes would give away quickly his apparent disability. He hoped she would not mind the warnings of a blind man.
There was an ominous feeling looming in the area nearby her. It unsettled her, causing the music to shift slightly before stopping rather ubruptly at the voice. A feeling of threat washed over her, causing her eyes to slide open and the flute to slip away from her lips. She stares forward with ears flattening back slightly, uncomfortably. Her left hand reached down to the surface of the stone she sat upon, and carefully began to slide down.
With a deep bow not directed at anyone in particular, she would carefully slip the flute into her sash and bring the walking stick up against her form. At the sound of another voice, her ears perked a little as she fell completely still. Her tail twitched to send out the sound of chimes, listening for differences in the way things were before she had begun playing, helping her identify the general areas where each of them may stand.
She seemed timid at the tension in the air, and would simply remain standing with the large stone at her back.
Post by The Blind Monk on Jul 6, 2013 20:30:38 GMT -5
Lee Sin waited, the vibrations telling him she had departed her rock and was now on the ground, though that was the extent of her movement. She stood with her back to the rock; Lee Sin took the liberty of slowly approaching her. When she did not speak, Lee Sin hoped to dispel any sort of discomfort with his introduction.
"Miss, that was a beautiful melody...I'm Lee Sin, a Shojin Monk. I know this might sound uh...Far-fetched, but I'm afraid it may not be safe here anymore." He said. The Blind Monk had been disconnected from the world lately, and he hoped he wasn't too forward.
Last Edit: Jul 6, 2013 20:33:47 GMT -5 by The Blind Monk
Another monk? Amaya parted her lips to speak, but instead would lower the walking stick to the ground. She would follow the sound of his voice - at least the direction it appeared to come from, using the stick to close the distance to Lee as it swayed back and forth just above ground level.
No doubt it would eventually bounce against his foot, causing her to stop and fall still again. Her tiny voice reaching the air, "A monk?" She questioned softly, seeming neither worried nor offended as she spoke. In fact, she was quite calm despite the tension.
"Thank you everyone for listening." Amaya spoke up loudly, but didn't turn. She hoped wherever the other two musicians might be, they would hear her voice clearly enough, "And enriching the music. I had a wonderful time."
Amaya's voice lowered, reaching her hand out gently towards Lee until she might touch upon his arm. She didn't wish to just leave rudely, but she was concerned for what might transpire given the tension. It was clear however, that she had grown most comfortable with being near a monk. Particularly one she had heard talk of at the monastery she was raised at. "Amaya." She said in a slightly softer tone, "I'm honored, Master Lee."
The little yordle continues playing a few moments longer, still lost in the music until he realizes that he's now the only one producing a melody. A sudden feeling of fear and embarrassment wash over him and he rips the flute away from his mouth, pulling it close to his chest as he shivers. Eyes dart around and head jerks wildly from side to side, Teo slowly being overcome with a feeling of loss and fear.
Then an ear twitches, picking up a voice from a fair distance away, thanking him for the accompaniment. Could that have been the other musician? Either way, anything could've been better than sitting there in the middle of an unknown, possibly dangerous forest all alone. The young bard leaps from his stump and sprints off silently in the direction of the voice, not bothering to pay close attention to his surroundings.
After a fair bit of running, he comes across a small clearing and ducks down into a bush. There are various people dotted about, none of which he can recognize. The little girl, however, must have been the musician. It appears unlikely that any of the other visible persons could have produced a voice like that. Teo creeps his way around the clearing until there's a path for him to move closer to her and remain hidden at the same time. However, the young yordle still can't bring up the courage to make his presence known.
Post by The Blind Monk on Jul 6, 2013 21:51:17 GMT -5
The Blind Monk sensed the girl walk towards him shakily, and soon he felt a cane bump against his foot.
Is...She blind as well?
He pondered on this, until he felt a soft hand reach his arm. He realized how short she really was, her lithe form more than 2 feet shorter than he was. He was taken aback by the welcoming touch. Before returning back to Ionia the few weeks before-hand, he journeyed throughout Valoran on a spiritual pilgrimage that left him little luxury to interact with people besides the occasional summonings to matches. Amaya's touch was a warm gesture that Lee Sin was not used to.
She introduced herself, and this girl continued to pique his curiosity when she added the honorary title to his name.
Deep in her meditation, Almyra had become quite sensitive to the forces moving around her. The variables and constants, the strings tying them, the ripples they created. Each was like a butterfly, each capable of causing a storm. She felt the opposing forces strengthen again. They reached a point of conflict. She continued sitting in the clearing, not observing directly, for she didn't need to, nor did it seem safe to. She could gather information here, then view the aftermath to help find what had happened, as well as ask the others who she knew to be present. She had become oblivious to the conversations between them as she focused on the event playing out before her. She could not predict the outcome or progression of this event, thus she must learn more.
Amaya listened to Lee's words, and for a moment it seemed as if the small woman wouldn't say anything. Not nearly as short as yordles, but particularly small for a human. Her hand gently tightened on his arm, a sign of slight discomfort in the presence of the tension. Still, she was outwardly calm and even seemed to smile a little when the monk spoke back to her.
"Yes." She said with a slight nod, "The monks spoke highly of you. They told me about your courage, and your determination to free Ionia from Noxus. If not for your part, we may still be under - lowering her voice, it softens noticeably as a sign of discomfort at the thought, "- Noxian control."
It would appear as if she might look around, but in fact she was listening more than looking for obvious reasons. She didn't want to get into too much detail around so many strangers. Particularly with that hanging tension in the air. "I didn't cause any trouble, did I?" She questioned, aiming it towards Zed and Shen. The primary sources of tension.
Suk kept to the tree, staying dead quiet. Just the sight of Zed, and his deathly voice echoing through his even more horrifying mask. He looked at the shurikens, gleaming in the sun, and then looking towards the azure ninja. Shen? He must have been the leader of the Kinkou. Why had so many come to hear music all at once? It was starting to make things a bit uncomfortable for him. He didn't like to being in an area full of so many people.
He was about to go until he heard another voice. One... Not so threatening. He tilted his head to hear slightly better considering the hood. He heard the name Lee Sin, and apparently how much of a grand monk he was. Of course, being away in the mountains did make him a little... Out of tune with current events in the worlds, but he had heard of such Noxian oppression, and what it had done to the more populated areas, and what Lee Sin's sacrifice did for them.
After realizing that everything was closing up apparently, perhaps it was best if he would just leave, not to draw any attention to himself. Slowly, he began walking away from the tree, out of sight from others. Then again that didn't stop their senses either. All he would have to do is step away without drawing any attention and-
SNAP![/i]
He tensed up, looking down for a moment as his grip on his violin case tightened. His eyes wandered at the broken twig beneath his foot, before looking up at the general direction of the group.
Post by The Blind Monk on Jul 8, 2013 21:19:39 GMT -5
Lee Sin tensed up himself from the ever slight grip of Amaya's gentle hand. He listened intently on the praise from her, moreso to actually see through her placid nature. He could tell her discomfort in being in view of the Eye of Twilight and Master of Shadows in a very strained situation.
SNAP!
The Blind Monk sharply turned his head in the general direction of the sudden snap. He stomped the ground once, sending out a vibration to locate the cause. He found an unknown, hooded figure, whose features were clouded when he tried to verify the echolocation. "Who's there?" he spoke up his request to identify who this sudden new party was.
Immediately Teo turns his head in the direction of the noise, unable to see who had caused the disturbance. Then he notices the monk stepping closer and immediately tenses up, breaking into a cold sweat. Was he noticed? Or would he be noticed in the near future. Without any other ideas, the young yordle attempts to back up and ends up slipping onto his rump, gasping slightly when he falls. Quickly he covers his mouth and slides back using his feet, but he doesn't make it very far before bumping into a tree trunk.
The mysterious silent melody that only Teo and Amaya can sense disappears into nothingness as Yoshi opens his eyes and puts down his flute. His eyebrows form a small frown as he can foretell of friction from two more beings, one distinguishable from another. The two musicians are very close together in distance and he hopes that he could find Teo in one spot.
He puts on his top hat and moves towards the direction towards the two musicians, thinking that one of them might be Teo. Unknown conflict might come or not but he tucks his baton deep inside his sleeves, faithful that today will be a peaceful time.
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