Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 5, 2013 14:50:57 GMT -5
March 6th, 23 CLE
Close to the heart of the Institute of War, there is a long hallway with no obvious doors leading anywhere. As you keep walking along, you finally notice the outline of a seemingly-concealed door. A brass plate engraved with the words 'SENIOR STEWARD'S OFFICE' is affixed in the middle of the door, with a small, almost unnoticeable door knob further below it.
Should you decide to turn the door knob and open the door, you would be greeted with the homely atmosphere of a peach-colored room, the walls tastefully adorned with landscape paintings of locations from all over Valoran. In the middle of the spacy room stands a modest but imposing cherry wood desk, covered with stacks of neatly-filed papers, folders and all kinds of writing instruments, from iron styluses and pencils to feathered quills and ink wells.
Standing in front of the desk are two chairs with a small yordle-sized stool between them that could be easily (and was) confused for a footrest by many people. On the left of the desk is a great velvet couch standing between a cupboard with a plate of treats on it and a massive book-case with all kinds of scrolls, books and files. Mounted on the wall directly above the couch is a master-crafted demacian rapier resting in its sheath.
On the right side is a big, wide-opened window where the Senior Steward herself was currently standing, leaning on the windowsill and looking towards the distance. Occasionally, she would let out a four-note whistle that filled the air, but was returned by silence instead.
Tybresa let her head hang dejectedly and stared at the Ionian lilies standing close by the window. Prior to her departure, the flowers were in their bloom, the buds spreading their petals wide open in a show of vividly bright colors. A weak breeze would carry the strong scent within the room, an awfully sweet and intoxicating perfume making your nose crinkle - but now, they seemed to have lost their glamor having been neglected for two months, the leaves droopingly hanging over the floor, the petals looking frail and shriveled, ready to fall at the slightest movement. There used to be small, blue hummingbirds buzzing around the window and flowers, happily chirping as they enjoyed the sweet nectar of the flowers, but now the office was swallowed in silence at their disappearance.
Tybresa whistled one last time, her eyes scanning the distance for any sign of life. To her great dismay, her call was only returned with silence - what could have possibly happened to the birds was a mystery. The Steward shook her head sorrowfully and turned her attention back to her office - there was much work to do, and her time would be better spent restoring the Institute rather than keeping false hope at the return of her companions.
The Senior Steward eased herself in her high-backed, purple-cushioned chair and took the nearest pen and report to work on, trying to distract herself from the sadness at the loss of her pets. Occasionally, Tybresa would glance at the door - as the Senior Steward, there would be often people looking to speak to hear for various things, whether they are reports, questions, issues or simply for conversation. Of course, the recent events have most likely forced the denizens of the Institute to seek council from other sources, having grown accustomed to her absence from the past two months ...
Tybresa let out a sigh and continued to read through the paperwork. She was here now, and she would be waiting and be eager to help should anyone seek her out.
Post by Grace Longshire on Apr 13, 2013 6:54:33 GMT -5
The clicking of heels could be heard emanating confidently through the halls of the institute as Grace Longshire made her way, elegantly weaving between her fellow summoners. Her destination was clear in her mind, she was going to have a meeting with the senior steward, Tybresa Farrister.
She arrived at the door, taking just a moment to compose herself before knocking confidently, just loud enough to easily be noticed but not so loud that it would seem annoying.
"Senior steward, this is summoner Grace Longshire, I would like to speak with you if you are not too terribly busy at this moment."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 13, 2013 7:38:16 GMT -5
March 7th, 23 CLE
Tybresa flinched slightly as she was working on the reports at her desk, having heard the clicking of heels approaching through the hallway. She blinked her eyes and stared expectantly at the door...
Indeed, there was a knock at the door before she heard a voice calling out from the other side. She blinked her eyes, trying to remember who this summoner may have been ... the name was familiar, there was no doubt - it was demacian. But to pinpoint a face to the name, she could not. She let out a soft sigh in defeat and let her quill drop on the side of the report she was working on before she called out to her.
Post by Grace Longshire on Apr 13, 2013 8:21:01 GMT -5
Grace opened the door slowly, stepping in and closing it behind her. She took a few steps into the room before bowing toward Tybresa.
"A privilege to be in your presence Senior steward, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything too important."
She smiles, standing up straight and looking toward the senior steward, a look of kindness playing across her face as she kept her hands cupped in front of her.
"I know that you are a busy woman so I will try to make this quick, despite it being so important."
She cleared her throat,
"I am interested in taking up the position of becoming a part of the steward council, i believe I am experienced enough and also feel that I can assist champions and the institute itself with their troubles. I know the extent of work that comes with being a steward and I know that I can handle it."
She continues to smile, though she has a more serious look of determination now while she waits for the Senior stewards response.
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 13, 2013 9:53:04 GMT -5
The sound of a man clearing his throat echoed throughout the halls of the institute. Nothing but the faint clink of his outfit stood out. Today, the institute seemed a bit quieter than useful. It was usually alot more active during the day, perhaps it was a holiday? The hallway led him through many doors, most of them belonging to high summoners, but he was looking for one in particular.
He was wearing his usual attire, his fur collar a bit ruffled and unorderly, and his hammer slung roughly across his back. His hands were covered in leather gloves, and the twin-tailed cape flowed gently to the breeze flowing in through the open windows of the Institute. The Gear of Piltover shined brightly, some light reflecting off it,
More to the point.
Today, he was here to discuss things with Senior Steward Tybresa. There were a few things bothering him currently, he needed somebody to talk to.
He knocked on the door, waiting for a reply to come in. "Tybresa! It's Jayce! May I come in to have a word with you?"
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 13, 2013 11:44:23 GMT -5
(Grace)
Tybresa stood up from her chair as the summoner entered her office and smiled warmly. She waved her hand reassuringly to her.
Nothing to worry about, fellow summoner. Time is precious, but it is far better spent when I am able to help the denizens of the Institute personally rather than writing paperwork.
She was about to wave her hand towards the seats placed in front of her desk and invite her to take her seat, but froze as she blinked her eyes, hearing her request - a new Steward? ... While it wasn't quite noticeable as of yet, the situation of the Steward Council was deteriorating - simply enough, there weren't enough Stewards to handle the hard times the Institute was going through - those that were still active in duty found themselves with thrice the amount of work than before. She called on to begin recruiting new Stewards, but nobody had the time to go through searching for potential candidates, and there hasn't been anyone offering themselves to sign up ...
... until now.
She tilted her head and quirked her eyebrow at her critically, inspecting her from head to toe - she may have seen this summoner before, but she couldn't remember at all. She let out a soft sigh and gestured for her to take a seat before she'd ease herself in her chair, propping her elbows on the desk and interlacing her fingers together before she'd rest her chin on them. She spoke out diplomatically.
Interesting request.I admit, these are harsh times for the Institute and the Steward Council is lacking in numbers. While we would encourage people to consider about joining, this does not mean we are desperate enough to accept just about anyone who asks.
She tilts her head slightly, smiling warmly. While I am happy to hear that you are informed and interested to join, I still have to discuss this with the Steward Council - I am the Senior Steward, that much is true, but our Council is founded on equality, trust ... and good judgement.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 13, 2013 11:44:51 GMT -5
(Jayce) 15th March, 23 CLE
Tybresa quirked an eyebrow while she was ticking through the latest status reports, feeling a familiar presence approach her location...
She raised her gaze from the papers strewn in front of her and stared at the door, though she was lost in thought - it was familiar, yes, but who was it? A champion, there was no doubt - a champion she summoned quite frequently when she had the time, too ... but to pinpoint it, she couldn't. She winced to herself - she was away for far too long ...
She found her answer when the knock was heard at the door, the unmistakeable voice of the Defender calling out. Tybresa stood up from her desk and went to the door, opening it. She put on the best smile she could muster and spoke warmly.
Hello, Jayce. It's been a while since I last seen you at my office.
She stepped to the side of the door and extended her hand towards the room in an inviting gesture.
Of course you may - please, come in and make yourself comfortable.
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 13, 2013 13:01:58 GMT -5
Jayce turned to face Tybresa warmly, smiling. He hadn't seen her in a while, she seemed a bit different from before. It was still a great pleasure to see her again. He entered the room, before sitting on an armchair right in front of Tybresa's desk.
"So... Tybresa. How are you today? I heard that you came back just recently, I wanted to talk to you about a few things."
Tybresa stood up from her chair as the summoner entered her office and smiled warmly. She waved her hand reassuringly to her.
Nothing to worry about, fellow summoner. Time is precious, but it is far better spent when I am able to help the denizens of the Institute personally rather than writing paperwork.
She was about to wave her hand towards the seats placed in front of her desk and invite her to take her seat, but froze as she blinked her eyes, hearing her request - a new Steward? ... While it wasn't quite noticeable as of yet, the situation of the Steward Council was deteriorating - simply enough, there weren't enough Stewards to handle the hard times the Institute was going through - those that were still active in duty found themselves with thrice the amount of work than before. She called on to begin recruiting new Stewards, but nobody had the time to go through searching for potential candidates, and there hasn't been anyone offering themselves to sign up ...
... until now.
She tilted her head and quirked her eyebrow at her critically, inspecting her from head to toe - she may have seen this summoner before, but she couldn't remember at all. She let out a soft sigh and gestured for her to take a seat before she'd ease herself in her chair, propping her elbows on the desk and interlacing her fingers together before she'd rest her chin on them. She spoke out diplomatically.
Interesting request.I admit, these are harsh times for the Institute and the Steward Council is lacking in numbers. While we would encourage people to consider about joining, this does not mean we are desperate enough to accept just about anyone who asks.
She tilts her head slightly, smiling warmly. While I am happy to hear that you are informed and interested to join, I still have to discuss this with the Steward Council - I am the Senior Steward, that much is true, but our Council is founded on equality, trust ... and good judgement.
Grace nodded, bowing her head slightly as she moved forward and took a seat, placing her hands cupped on her lap, a calm expression on her face.
"Of course, I didn't expect to simply be let in like it was nothing, it makes perfect sense that you would have to discuss this type of situation with the others."
She nods, still smiling. She reached into her robes, pulling out her file and holding it out toward Tybresa. "My File, including my track record, achievements, personal accomplishments, all match history and pretty much every detail since I signed up for the summoner classes, including all of my marks in said classes."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 15, 2013 11:36:38 GMT -5
(Jayce)
Tybresa closes the door as soon as Jayce enters and strolls back to her desk, avoiding to look at him as she answers his question.
Doing well, thank you kindly for the question. And what about you - it's been even longer since I last spoke with you, Defender!
She eases herself in her seat and lets out a soft sigh before she looks at Jayce, managing a half smile.
Indeed, I have been absent for ... a while, but it's good to be back. She chuckles lightly. Of course, it will take me a while to get back in the groove - not to mention I have a lot to catch up to.
She leans forward on her desk, propping her elbows on the desk, interlacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them, smiling warmly ans speaking in a polite manner.
Of course, I am always willing to listen to you - after all, I am your designated Steward, not to mention it's a pleasure to converse with you. So - what is it you wish to speak about?
(Grace)
Tybresa perked her eyebrow inquisitively as Grace offered her personal record - in a sense, she couldn't help but feel impressed. The summoner was well-prepared and informed - important traits for a Steward to have ...
Nevertheless, she nodded her gratitude and accepted the offered folder, placing it on her desk before she began flipping through the papers, skimming its contents. She let out an impressed hum - the information given was thorough and served as great proof of her competences. However, her expression was otherwise blank, her blue eyes continuing to dart across the folder strewn in front of her - she did not want to give her any false hope should she be not accepted.
While it seemed almost unthinkable for the Stewards not to, she had to be a cynic, for it wasn't unheard before that summoners falsified their records and even bribed to be accepted in the Steward Council. Even though those practices have long been weeded out when she was promoted as Senior Steward, that doesn't mean she had to let her guard down - considering she already did that in her two-month absence...
Tybresa looked up at Grace and smiled warmly, closing the file.
Thank you for your consideration, Summoner Longshire - I will be certain to show this to the other members of the Council, it will most likely convince them just as much as it did me. However, it must still wait until the next meeting is called upon, so all I would ask of you now is patience and continued diligence.
She nods her head, seemingly signalling the end of the meeting.
Unless there is anything else you would like to inquire or say, then you are dismissed.
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 15, 2013 20:03:39 GMT -5
"Thank you, you're always there for the champions when we need you most."
He looked to the right window hesitantly, his hands crossed together. What was he going to ask? He sort of forgot... He scratched his head trying to remember, tilting his head to the left...
"I kind of forgot what I was going to say, Tyb. So, I'll talk to you about current affairs in Piltover then.
... have you heard that Vi has escaped Piltover...?"
Tybresa perked her eyebrow inquisitively as Grace offered her personal record - in a sense, she couldn't help but feel impressed. The summoner was well-prepared and informed - important traits for a Steward to have ...
Nevertheless, she nodded her gratitude and accepted the offered folder, placing it on her desk before she began flipping through the papers, skimming its contents. She let out an impressed hum - the information given was thorough and served as great proof of her competences. However, her expression was otherwise blank, her blue eyes continuing to dart across the folder strewn in front of her - she did not want to give her any false hope should she be not accepted.
While it seemed almost unthinkable for the Stewards not to, she had to be a cynic, for it wasn't unheard before that summoners falsified their records and even bribed to be accepted in the Steward Council. Even though those practices have long been weeded out when she was promoted as Senior Steward, that doesn't mean she had to let her guard down - considering she already did that in her two-month absence...
Tybresa looked up at Grace and smiled warmly, closing the file.
Thank you for your consideration, Summoner Longshire - I will be certain to show this to the other members of the Council, it will most likely convince them just as much as it did me. However, it must still wait until the next meeting is called upon, so all I would ask of you now is patience and continued diligence.
She nods her head, seemingly signalling the end of the meeting.
Unless there is anything else you would like to inquire or say, then you are dismissed.
Grace nodded, watching as Tybresa flipped through her files. "Of course, I believe copies can be found in the institute's records somewhere, I wouldn't have access to such things though."
When Tybresa had finished addressing her she stood up, bowing politely toward the steward.
"Of course, I will look forward to hearing from you, and if I am accepted, I look forward to working more closely to you."
"Thank you for your time, Senior steward, I shall await our next meeting." She curtsies before turning around and walking toward the door, opening it and stepping through, taking a moment to smile toward Tybresa before she closes it and walks off toward her own room.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 16, 2013 10:27:28 GMT -5
Tybresa managed a half-smile at Jayce's remark and speaks in a soft tone.
Ah ... Thank you, Jayce, that is ... humbling.
She glanced downwards, avoiding his gaze as she tries to blink back tears - in her thoughts, she knew better than that. Of course, Jayce was right - she had always been at the side of the champions whenever they found themselves in need of assistance, guide them when they were lost or simply be a friend, someone to rely on and listen to what thoughts were pressing over them.
But her thoughts ... her conscience was less than kind to her - it would continue to whisper in her ear how she failed those that she cared for the most - had she always been there for her father? Did she help, did she guide, did she listen? And the Institute, her so-called home and family - was she there when /they/ needed her the most? She let herself crumble, and now those around her suffered for it, and that was an unbearably heavy burden over her heart to carry.
She snapped back to attention as spoke - while he was looking out of the window, she quickly swiped at the corner of her eye, wiping out any traces of sadness before she'd put on her usual, smiling expression...
... only for eyes to widen in surprise. She looked at him dumbfounded as she tilted her head
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 17, 2013 10:21:40 GMT -5
"It's... complicated. Police have accused Vi of committing a murder, and they are out to find her. However... Vi has already fled the scene, to where we do not know as of yet. At the very least, that is all we are told. I'm sure there is more to it than it seems... I listened in on one of their conversations, and it struck me as odd."
Jayce was frustrated as well. He missed Vi, but he wouldn't dare to show that side to his Steward Summoner. If he did, he would probably be teased about it forever!
He looked away from Tybresa, twiddling his thumbs, before speaking up once again.
"It may seem impossible, but sadly, it is true. I never thought of her to be that kind of person... there must be some kind of mistake!"
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 17, 2013 11:39:17 GMT -5
(Grace)
Tybresa simply nodded and stood up from her desk, returning the summoner's bow with her own curtsy and a warm smile.
Most certainly, summoner - we shall let you know whether you will be accepted or not. But until then, keep your eyes on the horizon and continue your good work - the Institute needs that now more than ever, I fear.
She watched her step out of her office, acknowledging her smile with a blink of her eyes. She turned her attention back on he folder, running her fingers across the cover.
Indeed, the Institute needed good men and women now, more than ever.
(Jayce)
Tybresa's jaw dropped open as Jayce told her of Vi's situation - she couldn't believe hearing that! She closed her mouth, blinking at him perplexed as she tried to formulate sentences.
What ... how did that happen, I - ...
She narrowed her eyes, her anger visible as her blue eyes flared.
Caitlyn came by my office not several days ago and assured me that both Vi and you were fine ... she didn't tell me this has happened!
She lowered her gaze, her hands clenched into fists - did Caitlyn lie to her? After all that had happened that day ... and she felt it, she could tell from her hesitation that something indeed went wrong in Piltover, and with one of her champions nevertheless.
She felt betrayed ... and she showed it for one brief moment as she frowned, before she looked up to look at Jayce - he tried his very best not to show it, but Tybresa could tell he was just as distressed as she was now. Summoner instinct - but there had been rumors brewing long before her departure that there was some chemistry between the Defender and Enforcer.
Tybresa smiled reassuringly at him, speaking in a warm tone.
Vi may seem a bit brash, but ... I had the pleasure to work with her before as well as meld minds - and indeed, she does not seem to me to be the kind of person to murder someone, not ... not like that.
She lowered her gaze for a moment, pondering the situation ... perhaps there was a reason for Caitlyn's visit several days ago - did the Sheriff seek her guidance on the matter? She cursed herself, for most likely it was the weakness she showed that was the reason why Caitlyn backed out not to rely on her for help. She shook her head and looked up at Jayce.
This is quite a shock, Jayce. I don't know what to say ... I'm not sure how much the Piltover Police would approve of me trying to convince them otherwise when they have the proof of the events. This seems ... out of my hands.
She let out a soft sigh - she felt so helpless. Was there nothing she could do lately? She couldn't help her father, the Institute ... and now her champion. She furrowed her eyebrows, her blue eyes shining with determination as she spoke out.
But perhaps there is something I could do - I could vouch for her, should she be caught by the authorities. It will most certainly help ease her sentence - not to mention I could speak to Caitlyn ... there is a chance she'll let the law blind her from seeing the bigger picture.
She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a sorrowful sigh.
Heavens, if I could get the chance to talk to Vi ... I'm more than certain there is something I could do to help!
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