Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 16, 2013 11:33:51 GMT -5
May 17, 23 CLE
It had been quite a challenge even for Elise to make it to the meeting inside Noxus undetected. The shear amount of people is what made it difficult. It wasn't like she didn't stand out like a sore thumb in ether of her forms. It was one of the Black Rose's many safe houses inside of the city and was very nice compared to her own lair but small compared to the kings castle.
When Elise arrived and the immediate worry of being discovered was gone the anxiety that had plagued her since she had received the message reappeared. It had been over 20 years since she had seen Swain in more then passing sights and battles in league competition. She wondered how things were going for him. Was he doing ok? Eating right? She had always worried about him when they were younger. He so much reminded her of her little brother. She had looked after him after there mothers death. The fact that she hadn't been able to save him from the wasting disease had nearly destroyed her. When she first saw Swain eves dropping on the older members of Black Rose it was as if something had clicked in her head. It wasn't a choice to go to him. It was fate, instinct or whatever else you wanted to call it but the truth was that he had saved her life that day. While he could never truly take the place of her brother he gave her something...Someone else to focus on. To care for. She had loved Swain more then she believed possible for someone not of her own blood. Then she started getting sick. She didn't think anything of it at first but it quickly became clear that it was the wasting disease that had claimed her brother. She couldn't let it claim her as well. She refused to leave Swain alone. She was convinced that he needed her. She was both his big sister and surrogate mother all rolled into one. She worried about what would happen to him without her. That and she didn't want to think of how she would look at the end. She knew she was vain but if she had to die she wanted to look good while she did it.
She researched everything she could about trying to save herself and finally heard a rumor of a strange toxin that could only be found on the Shadow Isles. She hated to leave Swain but he was still to young to leave the safety of the school. She was still not safe in leaving ether and the matron tried to get her to stay but even she knew that it was her only hope of survival. The mages and alchemists had already tried there hand at curing her and chances of getting a healer the likes of Soraka to Noxus were zero. This was Elise's last hope of living to see her next birthday.
She fast forwarded through her memories of her first visit to SI. The ambush by Vilemaw was painful and frightening. The horror she felt as the toxin took hold and her body began to change over the coarse of a few days. While she managed to obtain a sample of the toxin it had cost her dearly. She wouldn't know how dearly until much later. The ship she had commissioned to take her to and from the Shadow Isles left her stranded when she approached the ship. She didn't understand until she went to a pond to drink. Her appearance had taken on spider like qualities. She was becoming a monster.
It took her several years to reach Noxus again. By this point she had fully transformed into beautiful, deadly creature she was now. But at the time she was horrified and humiliated by her appearance. She had thought of getting back to Swain the whole time she had been gone. Worried about him...needing his affection and sympathy. What she found when she returned was that HER Swain was no longer hers.
While she had been gone trying to save her own life Swain had found another females company more to his liking. She had been so furious. It was like filling her wounded pride and vanity with salt and acid. Why wasn't she good enough anymore? She toiled day and night for a way to reverse the effects of the spider venom. She would rather die to the wasting disease then have even Swain turn his back on her because of her altered appearance. He denied that it had any effect on his feelings but she knew different. The girl that he met was just an excuse in her eyes. She wasn't even close to how pretty she was, not that Swain and her had that kind of relationship but how could the girl come between them like that? She had spent hours crying herself to sleep. She was so hurt, confused and angry. She didn't know how to fix things and the transformation didn't help anything. Those that weren't afraid of her wanted to study her like a lab rat. With her changing food preferences and growing spider like instincts it only grew harder for her. Then, the discovery happened.
It was a simple experiment really. Taking some of her blood to Analise for genetic markers. What they found was that a great deal of things were wrong with it. She was dead in many ways. It was later found that the toxin kept her in most ways *alive*. But if they did eventually find a way to reverse the effects she would just be dead. Elise went into a deep depression. She felt like she had lost everything. While her vanity wanted her to be happy with the fact she would stay 18 forever the losses made it impossible to be happy. Swain was enthralled by this new girl Evaine and didn't have time for her anymore. The matron didn't have time for her anymore now that the mystery had been solved. She suddenly realized she didn't really have anyone else. Sure she had men that wanted her and pretended to care about her but she knew they just wanted her body.
That day she made her goodbyes and left. She couldn't stand living like this. She had planned to find a way to kill herself and just be done with it but kept putting it off. The evil that had been growing inside her had taken root fully and it didn't want to die. It wanted others to die and to feed on them. That and to create her brood of spiders. She made her way back to the Shadow Isles and there she stayed when not looking for silly humans to feed to Vilemaw.
Until the reawakening things stayed the same for the most part. She took her fun where she could, mostly at others expense. Now things were complicated and dangerous. The Ruined King was powerful and ambitious. He could very easily get Elise squashed despite her best efforts. Her presence here wouldn't help her chances of not getting crushed AT ALL. The kings hatred for the Black Rose made her presence here all but suicide. But again...it was Swain who had asked her to be here. She couldn't refuse him back then. Apparently she still couldn't.
She stretched out on the couch provocatively out of habit awaiting Swain. She could only wonder what had caused him to call on her after all these years.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 19, 2013 6:59:17 GMT -5
The shroud of midnight over Noxus was pierced by four pair of luminous crimson eyes: three avian, small and beady; one human, shrewdly staring through the gloom. These ocular lights appeared quite suddenly in the small alleyway outside the safehouse, seemingly alone. The quiet clack of a cane upon the cobbles, uneven footsteps and the swish of heavy military robes punctuated the late night stillness.
The Grand General lifted his trembling hand to the door of an unremarkable shack. A yellowing nail traced the pattern of a rose into its dilapidated wood and the handle turned of its own accord, swinging open to reveal only pitch darkness to the street. In he stepped, leaning heavily upon his cane, and was swallowed by the shadows. The door swung shut, briefly illuminated violet as its magicks re-sealed themselves, and then all was quiet again on the humble backstreet.
The darkness melted away and Swain stood inside a lavish sitting room, the safehouse's interior contrasting sharply with the slums outside: comfortable, dry, gently lit by a low-hanging chandelier, furnished with couches and chaises of exquisite Noxian make. The bird upon his shoulder clicked her beak in fond recognition of the place. At the sight of the Spider Queen draped over the chaise, he pursed his lips behind his shroud. Despite her arachnid appearance, his initial assessment of her demeanor indicated she'd changed little over the years: still provocative, still forward, still forgoing propriety in exchange for exhibitionism.
"Elise," he rasped by way of grim greeting. It was twenty two years since they'd last conversed in a similar setting--and that had ended anything but well, in her tears and his disdain. He remained reserved, as always, as he crossed the floor and lowered himself into a nearby armchair. With any luck, time had healed her angst and fond memories of their mutual service would long have overshadowed her jealousy. "The years have treated you well." The same could hardly be said for the Master Tactician. He looked distinctly wan and drawn, his shoulders hunched, his limp pronounced, heavy bags beneath his eyes. Never had he been particularly brawny, but he was now little more than skin and bone, the tremor of his fading frame evident even beneath his padded robes.
He leaned his cane against the coffee table and folded his hands in his lap, his luminous gaze scanning her outstretched form, impassive, calculating, cold.
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 19, 2013 12:03:18 GMT -5
Elise watched as Swain approached. She always forgot that others aged with time but what she saw brought her own immortal dead status to the front of her mind.
Even with her lazing on the couch in a position that would have made most men begging to be her slave Jericho simply looked through her as he always had. That had never been what they had been to each other. The only time she had tried to use her feminine wiles on him was when she was losing him to that wretched girl and she had grown desperate. Even then the young girl held his attention while her much more grown up body didn't entice him at all. She remembered her fury at the rejection like it was yesterday.
When he got closer however her growing anger turned to shock and then a horror and pain that took every last ounce of her will to keep from her face. She wondered if Swain was still as good at reading her as he had been all those years ago. She hoped not, for her sake as well as his. It wouldn't do to have him able to sense things that needed to remain hidden.
Finally she was able to speak in her sultry tone. "Jericho. It has been some time since I have seen your beautiful face." She wished she hadn't said it as soon as it came out of her mouth but his illness put her way off balance. What was wrong with him? Was he dying? Was it the same as what took her brother and almost her?
"As much as I have missed you I didn't think you would ever wish to lay eyes on me again. You made your feelings quite clear the last time we spoke. Why have you called on me now?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 19, 2013 16:55:00 GMT -5
The Grand General's face remained impassive, betraying no evidence of what he had or hadn't ascertained from her demeanor. "I have never born ill will towards you, Elise," he rasped, words carefully chosen, resisting the urge to command her to compose herself, to abandon the irritating air of seduction that hovered about her reclining form. "Times are changing. Darker days loom on the horizon."
He allowed this ominous assertion to hang in the air between them as his fiendish familiar hopped down from his shoulder to perch upon an arm of his chair. A single, gnarled finger extended to stroke the raven's neck. "There are places where your webs are spun the raven cannot fly." Crimson eyes flashed to indicate the gravity of his statement. "Places where ancient magicks and their masters stir." The Master Tactician extended his jaw, tonguing the space between his molars as he pet his bird, his gaze alight with Machiavellian fires, burning through Elise to gauge her reaction to his words.
"I requested your presence, firstly, to reach out to an old friend, in hopes that I should find her well. And secondly, to hear from your own lips the answers to my curiosities. The raven has many eyes, Madame. But, then, so does the spider."
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 21, 2013 20:15:33 GMT -5
Elise wasn't used to having people keeping there secrets from her by not giving anything away with both there words and there facial expressions. Besides Azazel of coarse but she hadn't bothered trying with him. He was the kings loyal mage. That was all she really needed to know about him. This was another beast entirely. Despite there past she wasn't silly enough to think that this was a social call. Jericho wanted something or somethings from her. She was certain of that.
"Truly? I was rather sure that between you and that girl you held a fair bit of ill will toward me. Despite the fact that I had done my best to look after you when I returned from the Shadow Isles in the midst of trying to stop the transformation into what you see you had no time for me. That girl didn't want me to even go near you and you didn't seem to want to argue with her about it. Even when I discovered that I was DEAD you didn't seem to care. Do you know how much I cared for you back then?" She stopped anything else from coming out of her mouth. She had already said to much and he would take her words of caring as weakness that he could exploit. Oh it was hard though. She wanted to tell him how much he had hurt her. How much pain that still waited just below the surface.
His words of darker days made her sit up. No longer the temptress but instead the focused spider queen. "Times are indeed changing Jaricho, you had best be careful and change with them. You only need fear dark days when you associate yourself with the light."
Elise watched as the strange raven flew down and Jericho stroked it. She really didn't like that bird. Even when she was younger she didn't like it. It always seemed to be watching her and she didn't like what she thought it saw in her.
Elise wasn't surprised that The Master Tactician knew that the king was awake. There wasn't much that he didn't know shortly after it happened. What he was getting at was something else indeed. The Ruined King was all but a god on the isles where she resided. Playing his spy was a dangerous game. She tried to meet Jericho's gaze but as usual the way he seemed to look right into her core made her uncomfortable. She wasn't used to being the one uncomfortable and she didn't like it one bit.
"Do you have any idea what you are asking of me? How a whisper of me speaking a word of what I see or hear on the island would result in an unspeakable demise and the eternal torment of my soul? Why would I want to keep you informed on what the isles are up to. They have been my home for the last 22 years while I was all but shamed out of Noxus."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 28, 2013 16:42:08 GMT -5
"And yet you are here," the Grand General replied without pause, holding her crimson gaze with his. "You are not still so bitter over the melodrama of youth that you refused to accept my invitation." His words were even, calm, but imperious--as though forbidding disagreement. A strange power like static electricity hovered about him, more palpable than the aura of his younger years.
"I am well versed in whispers, Elise," he offered cryptically, allowing the heavy silence to hang in the air before he spoke again. "And you were shamed no more than any other Rose beneath Darkwill's shadow. You left of your own accord. Under my regime, the Black Rose blooms once more--and I wonder if your affiliation with your clan and citystate has so readily been abandoned." He pursed his lips behind his shroud, watching her. The brief mention of Evaine indicated that her pride was wounded still, despite the years.
He cleared his throat: a hacking noise, harsh, to add gravity to his impending statement. "They are unfortunate, the terms upon which we parted. For whatever suffering you have endured, I am sorry." The words sounded strange spoken in his harsh rasp, but there they were regardless, an apology laid bare between them. His gaze did not falter; his eyes did not flicker. He watched her, calculating, grim.
"There are no ears here that might judge you or endanger you. You know this. What sort of gardener does not cull the weeds and water the flowers." In the language they both knew, that tongue of a shared secret, he paid the subtle compliment to seal the deal. She was still valued here and he had not forgotten her: her worth, her beauty. A flower, yes... Was she not still a gorgeous, valuable blossom?
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 28, 2013 18:32:22 GMT -5
She couldn't help but grin slightly. The boy that had become a man knew that she would come. Regardless of the risk to herself. It had been like that since she had met him. He would call and she would be there. There had been many times after she had left Noxus for good that she had wished she had never laid eyes on him that long ago day. But even now after everything he still had a pull on her heart strings. He was the only one still alive that could touch the blackened remains of her heart.
With his words he stared her down. He had always been good at that. His unsettling eyes could make her uncomfortable back then. Now they held something else that she couldn't name and had no wish to look to closely at. He had become a strong man and strong leader. She had known this before she had come but here and now it became clearer. She couldn't help a small ounce of pride. Like she had played at least some small role in his upbringing.
She already knew that he was well versed in the game of spies and assassins so his words didn't say anything she didn't already know. Did he think she was so far out of the loop that she didn't know who and what he had become? "I am no fool Jaricho, I know who and what you have become all these past years. I have made a point to keep tabs on the goings on in the city and beyond with my meager and humble resources." Let him think what he would about that.
The name of Darkwill had an instant effect on her. She couldn't help the sneer from her face but it instantly disappeared. The rage and fear in her heart was another thing entirely. When she had heard of Jericho's victory over Darkwill she had been both shocked and relieved. Despite her lingering rage and pain she had feared for him in Noxus. She had never dreamed his cunning and power could have toppled the man that had held the Black Rose at the point of a dagger for as long as she had been alive. Her mother had told her stories of what Darkwill had done and before she had become part of them she had praised him. Once she had become a member of Black Rose herself she had been in constant fear of him finding her out and what tortures he would deliver upon her before her death. Still, in her mind there was a major difference between what she had suffered and what she had left in Noxus. "The difference Jaricho is that we knew to expect that from Darkwill. I did not expect it from my fellow members....from you." She spoke in a whisper knowing that if she didn't she would shout and she didn't want to show the full extent of the wound that was still raw in her heart. It had healed slightly from when she had left Noxus but not as much as she wished it had.
"Yes...I can only wonder what it must be like to not have to hide in the shadows lest you be taken to the dungeon and tortured to death and only hope you have the strength not to give up any of the others." It had been one of her nightmares that she wouldn't be strong enough under the knife. The thought of giving up Jaricho would have been to much for her. It had been one of the reliefs when she left that she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. "It sounds like quite the paradise you have made for yourself Jericho. I haven't spoken to you since your victory. You truly have become strong. I wish I could have seen it." She knew she had said to much but couldn't help it. She was proud of him. She wouldn't bring herself to say everything that she wanted to. But he would likely see between the lines.
She hated the sound that came from his throat when he cleared his throat. That wasn't normal. He was getting old but still. The words that he spoke made her mouth gape open. Jaricho rarely apologized for anything, let alone something so serious. She had wanted to hear these words for so long that now she was suspicious of them. Emotions played out across her face unable to hide them. This was so unlike her. "Do you play games with me Jaricho?" She should have left it unsaid but she couldn't. She had to know.
She did know the security here was as good as perfect but still. One single word In the kings ear and she would die long after she had begged for it. Even then she would suffer for all eternity. She sighed. He really did know her to well for her own good. He know exactly what buttons to push and when. She doubted he still considered her one of them but despite that she still considered herself a rose. A blackened and rotting rose but a rose none the less. "Lets say for a moment that I am a fool and did these things. What security could you give me. What would I gain by putting myself at such risk."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 30, 2013 22:37:08 GMT -5
"I do not play games, Elise," came The Master Tactician's even reply. "I make them." The raven perched upon the arm of his chair lifted her wing to preen her onyx feathers. His trembling hands pressed fingertips together in a contemplative star before his breastplate as he continued. "You are in a very tenuous position--perhaps in more ways than you realize--dangling by spidersilk over the fires of brewing war."
He lifted his chin, still surveying her in cold impassivity. "What do you think the League will do to the Isles and its champion affiliates when it becomes apparent that your 'master' continues to present an active, aggressive threat? Where will that leave you then? When the Isles are ruined and claimed by the League, the Council of Equity will see you locked away forever--and after this year's unfortunate breakouts, there will be no lack in security. There will be no escape."
Again, a heavy pause settled between them. Swain extended his jaw, tonguing the space between his molars while he allowed her to consider this possibility, before he offered a solution. "But Noxus is no longer bound to the Institute of War. Reinstate your Noxian citizenship, give me what information I need, and I will harbor you when that time comes."
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 31, 2013 16:33:50 GMT -5
She listened to his words and she didn't know is she should be angry or worried. Was he threatening her? She wasn't sure. It had been some time since she had played with people as skilled as herself in the art of subtle manipulation. Those on the isles were very blunt in there words. "Perhaps I am Jericho. But spider silk is stronger and more resilient then people know."
She had already thought of how the league would react. But she wasn't worried about them truly. He himself had put himself at odds with the league and nothing had happened to him or Noxus. The league was letting power slip from there fingers by not making an example of Noxus for breaking with them. That and if the league set foot on the isles while the king still held sway the league would have losses the likes they would never recover from. "I don't think the league would attack us on our isles. If they did they would not soon forget there mistake. I don't think you realize the true extent of the Ruined Kings power over his lands. He is no less then a god upon those lands. If he was not I would have taken my revenge upon him shortly after I realized that he had made a fool of me." She hadn't planed on saying that but it was likely that he knew already or he wouldn't have risked contacting her. "That said if they did take the isles I would make sure I was not captured. I would sooner die a true death then allow myself to be held like a pet for league mages to play with." What the league did with some of the more nasty champions was cruel and misguided in equal measure. She hoped that they were shown how misguided soon.
She let herself appear worried. She didn't want to look like she wouldn't accept his offer. They both knew she would. It was just formalities now. He most likely knew she would jump at any chance to knock the king down a few pegs. His words were no surprise to her. She already knew that Noxus had left the league. She had wondered why he had done so. Especially if he was concerned with there power. "Why have you done so Jaricho? What reason do you have to put yourself at odds with them? She didn't think he would give her an answer but she had to ask.
"You would allow me to reinstate my citizenship just like that? She had never considered returning and if she did it wouldn't have been as citizen. The thought didn't displease her. In fact it intrigued her. Though trying to hold herself in check with those that had spurned her long ago might be a problem. Hopefully most of them were dead. If they weren't she might be able to help them along in that regard, in secret of coarse.
"What information did you need. Was it just general or did you need something specific?" She looked him in the eye. "If I get you what you need I want full membership in the Black Rose again." She wasn't sure why she wanted it but she found that she very much wanted her life back. Before she had been tricked by the minion of the Ruined King.
Post by The Master Tactician on Aug 2, 2013 0:55:10 GMT -5
The slightest smile played upon the corners of his mouth, crinkling the crows feet at his eyes, as she inadvertently revealed her fear of the king, her resentment towards him--and those very telling words, "He is no less than a god upon those lands." He had made a fool of her. Good. She would be eager for recognition and respect.
Her next statement affirmed this. Full membership in the Black Rose again. "That, I think, can be arranged. I want to know his every thought, his every move before he makes it. I want to know his plans and numbers--so that I can plan accordingly." The slight smile shifted into a nearly smug, calculating expression as he considered her, perched upon the couch, suddenly seeming eager. "If you wish to be reinstated as a Rose, no doubt the matron will wish to speak with you."
Post by The Spider Queen on Aug 3, 2013 21:25:56 GMT -5
She watched him closely waiting for his reply. She was so unsure of herself and confused as to what coarse to take since the awakening of the king and her world came crashing down about her. Everything proved to be a lie. The very ground beneath her felt like it would swallow her up. Spying on the king was a very bad move by her usual standards but she couldn't help but want some kind of stability. Her old life while far from perfect had at least some sturdiness and she hoped her exploits would earn her some respect there. She wondered how much Jericho knew and how much he guessed about her situation back home. It didn't matter now. She had cast the dice and for now would have to see this through.
Jericho's wish to know everything he was thinking before he did was laughable. It wasn't like he shared much with anyone on the isles besides perhaps Hecarim. She herself seemed to be last on his list of confidants. But Jericho didn't need to know that. "I will give you everything I can but you must know he doesn't exactly tell us all his deep dark plans. I can give you numbers and stuff of that nature to a point but that is the gravediggers domain not mine."
She couldn't help a small smile from her face at the thought of meeting the matron again. She had done her best for Elise when she had nothing. Was just a orphan on the street who had just failed to protect her brother from the disease that took his life. She had been at deaths door herself from starvation and dehydration as well as the mental scars from life on the streets. The matron had given her a purpose...a life again. She would enjoy seeing her second mother. "I would enjoy seeing her again. I do hope she is better health then you Jericho."
Post by The Master Tactician on Aug 3, 2013 22:10:15 GMT -5
The Master Tactician's fingers curled slowly into a fist at her mention of his health. His jaw tightened ever-so-slightly, but he, fortunately, hadn't the time to reply before the third member of their party made her entrance.
Post by The Deceiver on Aug 5, 2013 21:28:33 GMT -5
"Ma belle petite araignée, it is not polite to say such things about the dear High General." The voice came from behind Elise, silky smooth arms wrapping themselves around Elise's waist from behind. LeBlanc leaned over and rested her chin on her the Spider Queen's shoulder. "Hello, my dear. I was wondering when you'd wish to see me outside of the Fields."
The weight of the woman disappeared, then the Deceiver reappeared beside Swain. Her fingers rested themselves on the small of his back for a second, a soft, reassuring rub before she brought her hands to her sides and performed a curtsy. "Welcome home, Elise. I have missed you ever so much." LeBlanc tilted her head, her lips pulled upwards into a dainty smile. "I hope you have not forgotten about me? Please, tell me such an atrocity is not so?"
Post by The Spider Queen on Aug 6, 2013 16:24:00 GMT -5
Elise's instincts made her tense. Where had she come from? It had been so long she had forgotten how the matron could slip in and out of rooms without even her spider senses from noticing most times. "I apologize matron." She was a bit surprised by the words that came out of her mouth. It had been so long yet old habits died hard she supposed. She was at a loss as to what to say to the woman that had scooped her off the streets when she was half starved and more then half dead inside with grief for her dead brother. She had been one of only a few that had tried to help her when she had come back from the isles with her....problem. But it had been years since they had spoken last. What did the woman think of what she had become?
"I thought it better that I distance myself from the rose seeing what I had become and what was required for my continued existence. It was quite clear what most of the rose thought of me." She couldn't help the look she sent Swains way.
Elise watched the way the matron touched Swain so gently and couldn't help the twinge of jealousy. She had been the one to look after him. It seemed he had found another to look after him after her. At least it wasn't HER. Still, she hadn't remembered the two of them being so close. She supposed a great deal could happen in 40 years.
Elise wasn't used to such formal behavior. The isles might as well have been another world. Even Noxians couldn't understand the violence and constant danger that were the daily life of the isles. "I appreciate the welcome matron. I have missed certain things...certain people. I just hope I am able to acclimate to the city. The isles have changed me greatly."
She tried to match the deceivers smile but she had not had much practice in smiling and it probably came off as predatory. She would have to work on it. "How could I forget the woman that picked me out of the gutter and gave me a chance at life? Despite how things may have turned out I will never forget that, or you matron."
Post by The Deceiver on Aug 7, 2013 18:21:30 GMT -5
"Distance yourself?" LeBlanc straightened her posture. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed and her voice took on a more firm tone to it. "Elise, my darling, why would you ever think to distance yourself from me? Despite what other members may think, I am the gardener, and I love each and every flower that blooms in my garden. It is up to my discretion in how to treat you. Imagine how I felt when I discovered that you left. How I felt...betrayed."
The Deceiver's smile returned. "I am, however, glad to see that this is not the case. You have missed much in Noxus, my dear, much indeed. For example, I'm not sure what the Shadow Isles have available, but the quality of tea here has grown exponentially over the years. You simply must have a cup with me sometime as we discuss your reintroduction into the Rose. But, as you know, all new members must start at the bottom."
LeBlanc raised a hand and started to rattle off ranks, and it would be about halfway through that most would realize that she was joking. "First you would have to start at seedling, and have to deal with word of mouth from street rats no older than five years old. Then over the course of two years, you'll be promoted to sapling, and be allowed to hold a secret, which then mattering how long you can hold it for, will enlist you for promotion to a slightly larger sapling, and..."
The Deceiver could not help but start to laugh, sounding like the gentle cascade of crystal shards. "We will have to talk about your membership again, of course, but do bear in mind that you won't be allowed to leave again. Think of it this way, Elise, it's a privilege no one, no one has ever received, and it is one you are receiving. You are that important to me, my dear, and it is with a light heart I say this."
LeBlanc extended her hand towards the Spider Queen, waiting for her to take it. "Welcome home, my daughter."
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