Post by germanshepherdogs1 on Jun 1, 2013 16:48:14 GMT -5
In truth, there were few places more chaotic than where Zilean resided in the Institute of War. Clockwork mechanisms and gears could be seen constantly moving around in intricate patterns in the great circular room which was illuminated in the center by a great lantern. There were no separate rooms, simply the one workshop/bedroom that the Chronokeeper enjoyed. The noise of ticking clocks was erratic and booming, lending confusion to the already befuddling living area.
Zilean referred to this mess affectionately as his "Organized Chaos" in the sense that he was under the impression that he knew where everything was or would have been or would be, so there was no reason for him to attempt to organize, as he already knew what was what. Unfortunately, others did not, and that of course alarmed and disoriented visitors.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 9, 2013 12:19:38 GMT -5
7th July, 20 CLE
Tybresa was walking through the halls of the Institute of War at a purposeful and swift pace, the purple robes of her robes and golden locks of hair trailing after her as she would call out loudly enough for people to hear her - and hopefully move out of her way.
Coming through!
Pardon me, please!
She almost knocked down a silver-trimmed summoner in her rush, who seemed on the point to spew forth obscenities had he not realized the golden trim of her robes and the black crest embroided on her robes. Even after a consistent apology, the man only grumbled and waved her off, to which she gladly obliged.
The only thing faster than the fair-haired summoner darting through the hallways as if she was on fire were her thoughts - in her mind, she cursed herself for her tardiness. It wasn't common for her to run late, but her preparations had delayed her so ... not to mention, the assignment was so sudden and prompt, there was no way for a normal human being to follow through the timeline without any kind of divine assistance - perhaps not even then.
The Chronokeeper personally requested assistance for an endeavor only he would know - the League and its Councils could only comply by sending one of their best junior Stewards to assist one of their most influential and senior champions.
Ironically, their 'best' Steward was now running out of time ...
She found finally turn the last corner which would lead to the Chronokeeper's chamber - ...
Tybresa blinked her eyes. This wasn't the hallway that housed the Chronokeeper. She looked around herself - did she take a wrong turn somewhere? She pondered the route she had taken and .... she did not find any flaws in it. Unless ...
When she bumped in the man, did she lose track?
With a sharp intake of breath, she dashed back the way she came, trying to re-trace her steps and correct the single, fatal flaw that may heavily influence her stewardship. If the Chronokeeper would report back to the Council and mention the tardiness of her actions, it may prove to a grievous wound not only to her career, but to her pride as well.
...
Breathing raggedly and after frantically parting the masses of summoners /again/ for her to pass, Tybresa leaned herself against the wall as she panted, her heart almost jumping out of her chest - she may look fit, but she was far from being athletic, not to mention her garb and footwear just made things even worse ...
And time just -wasn't- on her side at all.
With a weary hand, she wiped the sweat off her brow before she would lightly push herself back on her feet, Tybresa walked at a steady pace towards the door where the Chronokeeper resided. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure whether she felt giddy, for having the rare opportunity to work with the champion, or absolutely terrified - she was /certain/ she ran late. And for a man finding himself in Zilean's disposition ... Time was of the essence.
Tybresa would nervously run her fingers through her hair one last time, assuring herself her appearance would be deemed acceptable before she knocked three times as loudly as she could. She assumed the posture of a respectable lady and Steward, with her back straightened out and her chest pushed out, her head held up high proudly and with the most serious expression she could muster, the corners of her mouth turned up in a small, subtle smile.
Post by germanshepherdogs1 on Jun 9, 2013 15:26:15 GMT -5
Zilean's head snapped up from one of the small bombs he was tinkering with, throwing it in the air when he heard the young junior steward knock on his door. Of course, he knew the young(to him) woman was coming, but he DID so enjoy surprises and he'd erased his memory of when. As he swiveled his head to eye the central clock in his room, he pursed his lips and scrunched his brow. It occurred to him that the junior steward was late. He was disappointed at her seeming lack of respect for time, and as such he rose gently from his seat and began to hover quickly towards the door calling to the other side, "Just a moment, young one, these old bones aren't quite as strong as they used to be."
As he opened the door with a deal of trouble, the small bomb he threw earlier rolled outwards into the corridor, directly before the steward, still ticking and very much armed. Sighing, the Chronokeeper stopped all time in the corridor, leaving those within conscious but unable to move. He softly picked up the explosive and disarmed it before re-entering his chambers and placing it in a small basket with the others, softly hovering back to appear in front of the steward. He eyed her up and down, noting the courtesies she observed and smiled appreciatively, bowing slightly. "Milady, I apologize but when I release this hold you MAY feel a little sick. Disoriented. Uneasy. It'll pass. When you've recovered we'll go into detail about what I need your help with." He murmured, coughing quietly into his robe.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 14, 2013 15:29:18 GMT -5
Tybresa anxiously awaited the Chronokeeper's answer to her knock, unable to shake off the thoughts that raced through her mind - was she so late he would ignore her? Would he turn her away for the blatant disrespect of punctuality? Was he even inside?!
Oh ... she muttered softly to herself as she heard a calm and collected voice answer from the other side, which belonged to none other than Zilean himself. She nodded curtly to herself, as if she agreed to waiting - it seemed only fair, after her incredible tardiness ...
As the door opened, she flinched a little bit as she inhaled and was on the point to begin speaking when something had caught her attention ... whatever greetings that lingered on her tongue and were waiting to be spoken were swallowed back as Tybresa's eyes widened open in panic as the bomb would roll even closer to them, making her raise her hands to cover her mouth as she was about to scream - ...
Until time stopped. Literally.
Tybresa's eyes were the only one that could move during the entire time-freeze, taking in the situation by darting frantically all around the scene presented before her. Zilean took his time to disarm the bomb before he returned to the place the young Steward was frozen, ignored by time itself - she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do other than stare at the champion ... as much as staring was considered rude, it was the only thing she could do.
That is, until the hold was released.
The first thing that happened after that was a most swift meeting with the floor as Tybresa toppled sideways, barely managing to hold her hands out to break her fall - but only barely. She groaned out, feeling the world spin uncontrollably around her. She tried to ground herself by placing her hand to her side, helplessly clinging to whatever ridge in the stone floor she could find, her ragged breath and the frantic beating of her heart the only sounds she could distinguish.
As the effects dimmed and died out in the next following minutes, Tybresa had curled up on the floor, her breathing becoming stable as she watched with childish fascination the twitching of her fingers before her. She swallowed dryly and managed to mutter out softly.
Post by Tekun Valos on Jun 14, 2013 16:18:33 GMT -5
Tekun Valos marched down the corridor, running late as well. He was well equipped for the expedition he had been briefly been told about. As his mind wandered over the details he found himself completely paused, time stood still. He was there for a moment before the hold seemingly released. His insides turned but he immediately rushed to the Chronokeepers room. He choked down his sickness and came across a surprising sight.
The steward who had informed him of the trek was curled up on the ground. His eyes fell to the Chronokeeper and then to the woman upon the floor. She was moving, breathing. He approached and placed a hand carefully upon her shoulder and tugged upon it.
"...Tybresa? Would you like some help getting up?"
Last Edit: Jun 14, 2013 16:22:14 GMT -5 by Tekun Valos
Post by germanshepherdogs1 on Jun 16, 2013 4:26:39 GMT -5
Zilean let out a small gasp as the young woman fell to the floor, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. "Tut tut tut, I DID tell you there was a small chance of getting...sick. As far as running late goes; you will." He murmured quietly, noting the arrival of Tekun with raised eyebrows.
The Chronokeeper stared at the timeless warrior curiously, tilting his head to the side when Tekun placed a hand on the junior-steward's shoulder. He began to mutter softly under his breath, his pupils dilating as he continued to stare at the man with a far-away look in his glazed over eyes. "Ah...how fascinating. You stay the same. The girl changes tremendously but *you* are something else entirely." He spoke quickly and feverishly before whipping his head back, blinking frenetically and glancing around the room fully coherent once more.
"Well then, we've important things to discuss. But I'd rather do it behind closed doors than open ones, if only for the sake of appearance." Zilean spoke slow and collected, holding his arms out to his side and giving a small bow to his guests before retreating into his chambers.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 16, 2013 6:21:10 GMT -5
Tybresa let out a whimper and flinched as she felt someone's warm hand press over her, making her curl up a little bit more as she exhaled loudly. She shivered as the feeling of sickness slowly began to dim and fade away and managed to utter out weakly.
I ... I-I wouldn't .... I could use ... help ...
Her body was frozen and stiff as her gaze was affixed forward, her blue eyes wide open in surprise - she was most likely in shock ... but her hands were active and lucid enough, lightly shaking as they moved to grab at the man's hand and grip it tightly, holding onto it like for dear life ... she finally managed to turn her head to look up at him and recognize the rugged features of the Immortal Soldier ... he has a name, like all of them do, but people seemed reluctant to mention it, or perhaps she hasn't insisted much to find out. The point was, she didn't know his name, but his reputation preceded him.
She slowly uncurled herself, trying to get back the feeling of her body and her limbs, still holding onto the man's hand as she stared at him with a starstruck expression. The shock of suddenly being stuck in time had temporarily washed away the worrisome situation she found herself in - namely, laying there before two men, a champion and a fabled soldier, so helplessly weak and pathetic ... should she catch herself, she would want to bury herself in embarrassment.
She managed to raise her upper body just so, but to get herself back on her feet, she would require his assistance - as she awaited for a helpful pull, Zilean's words were loud enough for her to hear as well ... it took a while for her mind to register the information, but when she did, her head snapped to look at him, a questioning look in her eyes.
The girl will changes tremendously. Obviously, he meant her, but ... in what way did he mean that? Did he get a glimpse of her future, perhaps? Was it something terrible ...?
She opened her mouth, as if wanting to inquire, but no sound came out - she found herself closing it back and swallowing dryly instead. With Zilean's words, all she could do is nod weakly and look back at the Soldier, waiting for him to help her up ...
Post by Tekun Valos on Jun 16, 2013 15:47:20 GMT -5
Tekun of course helped Tybresa to her feet with a surprisingly gentle grip. “We all have our moments like this, don’t let it keep you down.” Tekun mentioned to the Steward once she was fully to her feet before turning to the door. He released Tybresa once he was certain she wouldn’t fall, though should she he would be there to catch her immediately. He’d close the door and then turn his sights upon the Chronokeeper himself.
“That’s why I’m here. I understand the gist of what you wished to discuss. Something about Urtisan. My presence was requested for that reason. I’m familiar with temporal displacement, Chronodisplacia and Chronomancy.” Tekun gave a brief overview of his credentials. “Additionally, I’m a warrior who skill killing thing ranging from Noxian and Demacian soldiers to rogue summoners and even Void, unofficially. Also a good cook.”
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 17, 2013 11:52:29 GMT -5
Tybresa gritted her teeth together as she finally stood up on her feet, with the man's help. She breathed a little bit raggedly, as if the physical exercise has really strained her - it would take her a while to get back to her usual self still. Nevertheless, that is no excuse for having no manners - she turned to look at him, managing to smile weakly as she bowed her head in gratitude.
Ah ... t-thank you - ...
She paused - she wasn't exactly sure how to call him ... his name eluded her, so her only choice was to call him by the title he had been given. But would he approve of that? Her answer was a soft sigh - perhaps it would be best not to meddle into that and most possibly make things worse.
She turned to glance within Zilean's chamber and with wary, small steps, she entered within, holding her hands tightly to her chest as she inspected her surroundings, her blue eyes as wide as a doe caught in a trap - a burned child knows to fear fire.
She remained close to the door and listened to what the soldier said of his qualifications - compared to him, she felt so weak and unsuitable for such a task ... an arrow of doubt pierced through her otherwise confident shell - what if she would end up being more of a liability here ...?
But, no - she shook her head lightly, wanting to shake off the dark cloud of thought. The Council knows best, and they deemed her the most suitable for this task - albeit they decided on it quite spontaneously. She may not be confident enough in her skills to somehow make a difference in this expedition, but she trusted her superior's judgement. And she would make them proud.
She nodded subtly to herself, gaining an ounce of confidence - she straightened her back and raised her head up high, neatly folding her hands in front of her as she assumed the proud posture of a Steward with a humble soul inside - she would await for Zilean to address her before she should speak. As a proper lady would do in the company of men ...
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