Shen looked at Akali, the joke going by the emotionless man. "This would be too boring for his infinite energy. Besides, we're not sure of this meeting's topic." He said. He was never good at jokes, or laughing, or anything that brought emotion.
He looked at the three new representatives that entered the room. He was unphased by the ruckus that Darius has caused, and seemed to be unaffected by Swain's glaring eyes, or his guards. He turned back to the summoner, keeping her gaze on her until she spoke.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 1, 2013 22:35:59 GMT -5
Teemo enters the room cautiously, eyeing the current guests and wondering why they were all being called here. Quickly and quietly he scurries over to the summoner woman, avoiding eye contact with the other champions as much as possible. When he reaches her chair he salutes.
"Captain Teemo, reporting for duty, ma'am. Would you like me to sit anywhere in particular...?"
The Hand of Noxus took a seat to the right of Swain, chortling derisively as he scanned the faces of those present. He leaned over to Swain and muttered only loud enough for every ear in the room to hear it "this... rabble? Is caliber enough to be of interest to Noxus?" Darius sneered at The Barbarian King, threatening eye contact as he continued "you've gone soft Jericho... when these wretches pique your interest."
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 1, 2013 22:42:26 GMT -5
Vera is taken aback by Teemo's contrastingly civil address, her eyes wander about the room, from Jayce's lightning hammer to Darius' gleaming axe. She has only heard of most of these champions, never spoken to them personally. She wrings her hands, then, in reply to the Scout's question, pulls out the seat nearest her--far from the glinting steel of the Noxian executioner, far from the smoking vials lining the Mad Chemist's belt. "Here," she breathes.
The Hand of Noxus took a seat to the right of Swain, chortling derisively as he scanned the faces of those present. He leaned over to Swain and muttered only loud enough for every ear in the room to hear it "this... rabble? Is caliber enough to be of interest to Noxus?" Darius sneered at The Barbarian King, threatening eye contact as he continued "you've gone soft Jericho... when these wretches pique your interest."
Tryndamere grew tired of hearing Darius talk. He looked at swain with a cold expression. "Swain you should put a muzzle on your dog to stop him from barking." Mocking Darius as he sneered at him.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 22:46:07 GMT -5
The general scowled at his companion. "Quiet," he commanded simply. "This is the business of the League. And so far," he drummed his fingers upon the table impatiently, "They have been decidedly reticent concerning the subject of this... 'assembly.'"
His final word dripped with contempt as he met the northern king's gaze.
Darius face grew dark, and a smile crept the corners of his mouth skyward as he focused sharply on Tryndamere. Everything about him changed, his shoulders dropped and his breathing became slow - the very air of the room seemed to chill as though the Noxian's cold blood was convecting.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Jan 1, 2013 22:53:13 GMT -5
The mad chemist took a seat as back on the room as possible, where he could observe the others but he would past unnoticed if one did not take special notice of him.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 1, 2013 22:55:07 GMT -5
Vera paled beneath her hood, dreading the infamous executioner's sneer. Her eyes fell upon Tryndamere's greatsword. She wished dearly that the summoners had specified these dignitaries were to arrive unarmed. "Please! This is meant to be a peaceful gathering!" she cried.
Post by sheriffcaitlyn on Jan 1, 2013 22:55:55 GMT -5
A violet top hat bobbed into view. Caitlyn pushed the doors gently open and walked with confident, dignified steps. She looked around, took note of everyone who was present, and quietly made her way to her seat. Her eyes flicked to and fro, meeting everyone else's eyes at least once as she scrutinized them."
Darius face grew dark, and a smile crept the corners of his mouth skyward as he focused sharply on Tryndamere. Everything about him changed, his shoulders dropped and his breathing became slow - the very air of the room seemed to chill as though the Noxian's cold blood was convecting.
Tryndamere gave a dark grin in return. Adrenaline and rage beginning to build inside his body as he stared intensely at Darius. His mood could be read by every one in the room. He was starting to get enraged.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 1, 2013 22:59:14 GMT -5
Teemo nods gratefully to Vera, climbing up into his seat and placing his blowgun upright at his side. He stood tall so he could see everyone, though after noting all of their seemingly threatening demeanor, his cheerful expression becomes much darker and serious. Silently, his eyes sweep the room slowly, watching for any mishaps.
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 1, 2013 23:02:24 GMT -5
The mayor marches into the room, or at least as much as an old man could. He had a cane with him, though he didn't particularly need to use it. Mostly, the cane and glasses were for show, and he didn't plan on letting anyone know that. Considering the situation, Dennis Jadefellow's expression was very calm as he walks over to the summoner in the back, bowing to her when he arrives at her chair. "I believe a letter came in the mail asking for my appearance? Is this true?"
Jayce sat down next to Caitlyn, putting his hammer against the back of his chair. "Pleasure seeing you here, Miss Caitlyn. Any ideas on what this commotion is about, detective?"
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 1, 2013 23:05:06 GMT -5
Vera bows politely to Bandle City's Mayor, but her eyes remain fixed on the two hulking, heavily-armed men in the room. Her shoulders tremble with nerves. "Y-yes, mayor. Welcome. Please take a seat."
Last Edit: Jan 1, 2013 23:05:29 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
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