Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 18, 2013 7:51:02 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that it would be very unlikely to grab ahold of her now..."
He wasn't sure what to say. Perhaps he had rushed this topic?
"... I shouldn't really push this on to you. This must be quite shocking news... So let us talk about something else! Have you heard that I am dating Caitlyn?"
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 18, 2013 8:48:37 GMT -5
( Jayce)
Tybresa nervously tapped the surface of the desk, seeming quite saddened to hear these news.
Has she gone underground, then? She shakes her head sorrowfully. What a shame ... one of my champions to become hounded like this ...
She raised her eyebrow as he spoke, blinking perplexed. She let out a halfhearted chuckle.
My, my - you still want to keep the shock factor, despite your words. She shakes her head once again. No, I have not - I fear the rumor mill hasn't reached me as of yet. Last I remember, I heard you were going out with Vi ...
She smiles reassuringly at him. But, nevertheless - congratulations to you, Jayce. That is quite the happy news in these dark times. I wish you the best of luck in your blooming relationship.
She smirked bemusedly. For your sake, I hope she didn't whip up the fuzzy cuffs on you yet. She chuckled lightly.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 19, 2013 23:01:16 GMT -5
It was a surprise to himself that he would even consider coming to meet her, much less actually coming to meet the summoner he was told to go to if he had any concerns.
But, alas, the situation had become... most curious, and as per his deal with the Institute, no chances could be taken here: his deal needed to be cleared up for certainty.
And so Xerath found himself making his way towards the Senior Steward's chambers, with quite a few questions on his mind, and with it - for the first time since he had joined the league - a small amount of anxiety for what the future might bring.
He was not concerned with his final goal - he would achieve it either way - but it would be a major inconvenience to him if his original deal were now somehow jeopardized by recent events.
And so, as he moved down the hallway towards Tybresa's chambers, he made what could be considered a surprising move by those who had seen him: figuring he should make his appearance be more bearable - at least for wanting a meeting that would be very important to him - he decided to change himself to appear... human?!
Indeed, he had his chains and prison shards move inside of him - even his headpiece was moved to his back, appearing like some oddly-shaped backpack - and his external arcane barrier was shaped to be human-like, and so his overall appearance was like that of a normal person, who was transparent... and who was made of pure arcane energy. To be a bit tasteful - if only just to not cause trouble for Tybresa - he had his arcane barrier also form a somewhat more solid set of clothes around him.
For his choice, it seemed rather interesting: his upper body had what looked like a sweater-vest combination, while his lower body had what could be discerned as a pair of corduroys and dress shoes. In a way, it seemed like he had the style of a Piltovian man; it is no surprise to see that the only thing Xerath read on clothing was a Magazine on Piltovian fashion.
However, it was perhaps his action which could be considered the most surprising: he was walking. Indeed, it seemed odd, a being who had near absolute control of arcane energy and could float, had decided to return to the human limitation of requiring bipedal motion on the ground to move - if only to help make him seem more bearable to the steward-summoner.
After all, this meeting was important to him, and he did not wish to sour relations with the league in any-way; it was, currently, the fastest and most convenient way for him to eventually become free of his burden.
Finally approaching the door, he performed the not-so-human action of knocking on the door without actually hitting it, rather letting his arcane force tap the wood.
"Hello? Are you available, Senior Steward?" Xerath's voice somewhat boomed; while he could make his appearance appear almost human - the arcane energetic form was obviously unchangeable - he could not change his voice as much; his voice did sound somewhat human though, enough to make his voice seem not overly-dramatic every time he spoke.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 20, 2013 7:10:34 GMT -5
(Xerath)
Tybresa flinched as she felt a small shock at the back of her head - she quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of the feeling ... she blinked at the door - several repeated knocks could be heard against the stone door ... though they sounded odd, definitely not made by a human hand. Could ... could they be related to the little zap she just felt?!
She brought a hand to her forehead, grimacing to herself - she must have been so absorbed with her work, she neglected to take note of the growing presence of the one that was undeniably now at her door ...
As the voice called out - it seemed to cause small ripples of energy in her office, making several decorations shudder - she shuffled her reports and papers into a neatly stack. She began running her fingers through her hair, trying her best to arrange it so that she may look presentable - she kept suggesting to herself to add a small mirror on her desk, but that was the least of her concerns right now ... she replied in a warm voice to her visitor outside.
Indeed, I am within - by all means, enter and be welcome.
(Jayce)
Tybresa chuckled lightheartedly at Jayce's comment.
Hah! No comment on that, Defender.
She shook her head, a bemused smile playing on her lips for one moment before it slowly faded away as she stared at the open window - she kept expecting for a chirp to be heard, or a small, blue figure to appear, but to no avail, it never did ... She let out a thoughtful hum before she looked at Jayce, her blue eyes mirroring untold sadness as there was a faint trace of pain on her expression.
Do you think the Institute will ever be the same, Jayce?
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 20, 2013 8:14:24 GMT -5
Jayce was confused by her question. Why would she be asking /him/? He didn't know much about how the institute worked... or what happened... He scratched his head, racking his brains for an honest answer.
Maybe I should ask her what happened?
"Tybresa... I don't know what you mean. Did something happen at the Institute? Are you alright?"
He looked around. Nothing had changed at all other than the fact that Tybresa looked a lot more tired than usual. Maybe something /did/ happen without him knowing. He wasn't one to keep up with current events anyway. It was the same thing everyday, cooped up in his lab reading on some invention concepts, or just plain tinkering.
He looked at her, smiling. It would be best to comfort her for now.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 20, 2013 12:15:23 GMT -5
Xerath took a moment to regroup himself as he heard Tybresa's reply, trying to make himself not appear as inhumanly as he usually did. Gently, he turned the knob with his arcane force, pushed the door open inwards, and walked inside, closing the door with equal gentleness.
Upon finishing what he found to be a somewhat burdensome task, he turned to face the Senior Steward, and gave a polite nod.
"Hello, Senior Steward. As you might - or might not - be able to tell, I am Xerath. I... apologize, for any inconvenience my presence might have caused by entering this room," he commented thoughtfully, noticing a few things that didn't seem completely in place; it was likely their disturbance was caused by his knocking.
His mind also wondered how she would think of his dress: after all, he wasn't sure if Piltovian fashion was looked upon highly in the Institute, but that wasn't the main concern on his mind.
"Anyway, I have come to see that a few questions - and concerns - could be addressed. Would you be able to do so at this time?" Xerath asked the Senior Steward, upon which he awaited an answer, holding his hands - or what appeared to be his hands - so as to prevent any more disturbances.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 20, 2013 15:13:30 GMT -5
( Jayce)
Tybresa blinked at Jayce with a dumbfound expression - she couldn't tell whether he was mocking her or there was actually someone more parallel to the events than she was. At least, she had an excuse - she was away for two months. But Jayce ...?
She let out a loud, exasperated sigh while rolling her eyes to herself. What did she aim for, anyway? She cursed herself in her thoughts - perhaps she should have stepped down from the seat and let someone else take over ... she was beyond redemption.
She tried her very best to return a reassuring smile at Jayce - which may only make him worry even more - as she spoke in a strained-warm tone.
It's ... it's all right, Jayce. I'm just a little bit worried, that's all ... Being away for so long, things changed ... and then you can't help but wonder whether it was because you were away and you weren't there to stop it ...
She let out a sigh and shook her head frantically - no no no! What is she trying to do, again? How unprofessional of her! She took a deep breath and gathered her composure before she looked at Jayce with the most exaggerated happy smile that would most likely creep anyone out.
I'm fine! Really! I'm just ... out of rhythm, for the moment.
She blinked her eyes and mentally cursed herself - she was a terrible liar, wasn't she?
(Xerath)
Tybresa was quite startled to see the presence in front of her, familiar and yet ... less so. Nevertheless, she could tell that it was none other than champion Xerath himself ... albeit, not actually being 'himself'. She stood up from her desk and patiently awaited for him to turn his attention to her as soon as he finished closing the door ...
When he did, she curtsied politely and smiled at him warmly.
Greetings to you, Magus Ascendant. An honor to be in your presence. By all means, be welcome in my office and have a seat. She gestured at the two seats conveniently placed in front of her desk.
When he apologized for the noticeable disturbance in the otherwise homely atmosphere of her office, she chuckled lightheartedly.
Ah, nothing to worry about, champion! Just me being a little bit overworked and neglecting even the most basic things a Steward ought to be - like tidiness, for example. She smiled reassuringly at him.
She eased herself in her chair and awaited for him to do the same - during which she inspected his current appearance. While she could not claim to know the champion that well other than the occasional mind-meld during a match as well as a word or two in passing, she was pleasantly surprised to see him ... like this. She never imagined him to be the kind of person to fuss over physical appearances - perhaps he was simply humoring her? Nevertheless, she deemed it wise not to question it, especially since she could barely guess the line of fashion his garb would belong to ... it reminded her of Zaunite ... or perhaps Piltoverian? She didn't have many opportunities to keep pace with fashion, considering she was bound to wear the purple robes of the summoner-stewards at all times ... and she was a woman, after all.
She nodded her head at his question, smiling warmly.
Of course! By all means, champion - this is the reason why I am here, after all. My duty is to help and enlighten the denizens of the Institute, whether they be champion or summoner, in whatever endeavors they wish to undertake or whatever questions they feel should be answered - and I will gladly serve by addressing your issues to the best of my knowledge.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 20, 2013 15:50:32 GMT -5
Xerath tilted his head a bit at Tybresa's responses; he wasn't used to a conversation like this, as he was one who rarely spoke in the first place, at least since he had become a member in this League.
Upon being directed at a seat, though Tybresa couldn't notice it, he had a bit of trouble actually wanting to sit; for so long, the removal of the restraint of physical exhaustion was so convenient to him that he rarely ever did anything that normal humans now did to keep their exhaustion from overcoming them.
But, in this case, he didn't want to upset the Senior Steward, and so, with a nod, he walked - he was still trying to get used to this walking - over to the chair, upon which he, rather uneasily, took a seat.
His mind was still a bit on wondering whether or not he was dressed correctly, as again, he had spent little time studying the dress styles of this much different era... but seeing that Tybresa didn't appear to be laughing at him outright, it appeared he was fine.
"Thank you, miss... so, no point in wasting time! My first question is rather simple: there has not been any change to the agreement I have made with the League itself, has there?" Xerath's mind was now on the series of questions that he needed to have answered before he knew where he would go.
Post by Hildebrand Runeblood on Apr 20, 2013 16:24:17 GMT -5
March 30th, CLE
The faintly labored breathing of a man would be heard as he walked through the halls of the Institute. It had been a little over two weeks since Freljord had been assisted by his own two hands, and all the magical power of the League. Now, Hildebrand Runeblood found himself wandering the hallways looking for the Senior Steward's Office.
Never faltering in his duty to see the League's goals met, he had decided to facilitate their code by joining the Stewards. Here, he would have the ability to foresee the goings on of the League, and see that it was run effectively. He had volunteered to help end the Void in Freljord, and now, he was volunteering his name and notoriety to the upkeep of the league itself.
However, he halted some distance from the door, gritting his teeth and gripping his chest. His breathing quickened and his body trembled. He reached a hand into a pouch at his side and took hold of a glass bottle filled with a glowing azure liquid: a mana potion. Shaking, the Senior Summoner drew his head back and quaffed the entire bottle. The effect was almost immediate. The trembling stopped, the pain in his chest halted, and the heavy breathing ceased.
Undeterred, Hildebrand continued on his way to the office, and knocked upon the open door before speaking, affixing his glowing blue eyes upon the Senior Steward. "Senior Steward, do you have a moment?"
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 21, 2013 5:47:16 GMT -5
"Are you really... really alright? There is definitely something not right here..."
He looked outside again. Either his memory was failing him, or something was different. The life from the institute had faded. It was usually so lively and magical when he visited, but for some reason, it just felt so distant. ... Everything had faded away in an instant.
He looked to Tybresa with sorry eyes. He knew he should have been more observative. It had been quite obvious that something was wrong, why didn't he take note of it earlier?!
"Well... "
Wait, stop what? What could he have stopped?
"Er... what do you mean, Tybresa? Did something happen that I wasn't there to help you with?"
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 21, 2013 8:37:26 GMT -5
(Xerath)
Tybresa bowed her head respectfully and spoke warmly.
By all means, champion - you need not address me with such titles. Tybresa will do - after all, I am your humble steward. If there is anything I can do to make you feel as comfortable as possible, do not hesitate to tell me.
She tilts her head slightly, blinking at Xerath as he addressed his first question. She smiled warmly.
Not at all, Magus - unless there is something that bothers you regarding the contract - or, as you said it yourself - agreement and should be changed, otherwise it is in good standing.
She closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh, showing a slight trace of weariness appear on her expression before she resumed her friendly attitude.
I assume you are asking because of the latest events that has happened throughout Valoran, are you not? Hmm ... I do not see how it should affect the agreement in any possible way ... the League is still standing as well as the pact that keeps the other city-states at peace and the champions bound to fight for our cause.
She tilts her head slightly, a genuine expression of concern on her face.
Why do you ask? Is it something you - or rather, us, of the Institute - should be concerned of?
(Hildebrand)
Tybresa was standing in front of the bookcase, arranging folders and scrolls in alphabetical order while she was intently looking for a specific one ... she heard several knocks at her door, but she was so focused on the task at hand she only turned her attention towards the entrance when a man's voice had already called out to her.
She blinked her eyes and inspected her visitor's feature - after several moments did she remember his face, having seen him countless times before she departed, not to mention he was present at the meeting High Councilor Kolminye had called regarding the Void invasion of Freljord...
She turned to face him, holding two folders in her arms - she curtsied politely and nodded her head, speaking in a warm tone.
I always do for those that require it, summoner - please. Enter and make yourself comfortable.
She walked towards the chairs placed in front of her desk before she gestured at them, then strolled back to her own seat and eased herself in, placing the folders in front of her. She pursed her lips together - she wasn't sure but she felt something ... slightly different about his person. She shrugged it off, calling herself paranoid - the poor man must have went through quite a lot in the northern invasion front ... of course the events must have changed him.
As she would watch him make his way to the chairs, she continued to speak, a kind expression on her face.
How may I be of service, summoner?
(Jayce)
Tybresa let out a sigh and propped her elbows on the desk before she planted her face in her open palms - d'oh. D'oh. D'oh! What was she doing? Why can't she get her emotions back into track? She's supposed to look after people, but how can she do that when she can't even take care of herself, of her flowers and not even her hummingbirds ...
She groaned to herself and spoke out in a pained voice, not raising her gaze to look at him.
Jayce, I'm sorry, I ... I really am. I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm just ...
She sigh and lifts her head from her palms, shaking her head softly as she avoids his gaze, looking at nothing in particular.
I've been through a lot lately ... and I am ... really, really tired. And it's ... it's showing now, isn't it?
She frowned for one brief moment before she turned to look at him, trying her best to smile reassuringly at him.
Thank you, Jayce - that is very sweet of you, and your concern is appreciated. But I should be fine ... I just need some ... time. Time. To get back in rhythm and ... try to fix things around here ... I think you noticed the Institute hasn't been the same for a while now ... less summoners, champions disappearing ...
She rolls her eyes to herself, trying to hide the sarcasm from her voice. Nightmare-creature and fire elemental breaking free from their prison and causing destruction and carnage in their wake. You must have heard about that, right...?
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 21, 2013 10:34:39 GMT -5
Xerath gave her first comment a bit of thought, his eyes seemingly gazing in an indeterminable direction, before he looked back at Tybresa and nodded.
"Very well... Tybresa."
He then listened intently to her answer to his question; a few times throughout, he seemingly blinked, rather slowly, as if to make sure he had correctly heard what Tybresa had just said, when he nodded, and then answered her question in response.
"Indeed, I was simply making sure the recent events that have not occurred would not cause any violations or the like to the pact; after all, to see the League itself collapse would cause more trouble on my end than I would wish. Also, I simply do not want the League to think poorly of me over my, shall we say, shyness, when I have joined it out of my own will of good faith."
"Speaking of such... I have heard from the higher summoners of some... developments, occuring in Demacia, and that they are preparing to send a group of summoners to assist them," Xerath then added, upon which he then looked down at his watch - or what appeared to be a watch - to find that it was the 1st of April, 23 CLE.
"I was... wondering if I could perhaps join this group, as a show of my good faith in the league. I would be more than willing to follow whatever rules the League imposes on me, of course," he concluded, tilting his head at Tybresa and blinking for just a moment, before straightening himself and collapsing his hands into his lap, his 'human-like' form shimmering in the room.
Trying to act like a human was so strange... yet, he figured, it would be the best way to build relations with the league, and without doing that, he would never be able to get to his ultimate goal...
Tybresa was standing in front of the bookcase, arranging folders and scrolls in alphabetical order while she was intently looking for a specific one ... she heard several knocks at her door, but she was so focused on the task at hand she only turned her attention towards the entrance when a man's voice had already called out to her.
She blinked her eyes and inspected her visitor's feature - after several moments did she remember his face, having seen him countless times before she departed, not to mention he was present at the meeting High Councilor Kolminye had called regarding the Void invasion of Freljord...
She turned to face him, holding two folders in her arms - she curtsied politely and nodded her head, speaking in a warm tone.
I always do for those that require it, summoner - please. Enter and make yourself comfortable.
She walked towards the chairs placed in front of her desk before she gestured at them, then strolled back to her own seat and eased herself in, placing the folders in front of her. She pursed her lips together - she wasn't sure but she felt something ... slightly different about his person. She shrugged it off, calling herself paranoid - the poor man must have went through quite a lot in the northern invasion front ... of course the events must have changed him.
As she would watch him make his way to the chairs, she continued to speak, a kind expression on her face.
How may I be of service, summoner?
Hildebrand would enter at her permission and move to take a seat, crossing his arms and resting his hands on his stomach as he leaned back into it. He studied the woman's features for a moment. The Steward-Summoner was not unknown to him. After all, she came from a noble Demacian family, as he did. Perhaps he'd even met her at one of their fancy balls. Most recently, however, he recalled seeing her at the meeting with High Councilor Kolminye before he departed for Freljord.
"It is my understanding that the Stewards have a few open seats. I would like to offer my services to fill such a seat. My duties as a Diamond-Ranked Senior Summoner are great, but not so great that I cannot do more for the League's goals."
It was straight, simple, and to the point, just like Hildebrand himself. Mentoring Vera was high on his list of priorities, but with the League's matches all but shut down until the threats to Valoran's peace had been nullified, he had found himself with more free time than he felt he needed. With an open seat on the High Council, he wished to do all he could to prove his dedication to the League's goals and ideologies. Freljord had set him apart from his peers. Joining the Stewards would be yet another set of qualifications that would do well for his potential resume, and allow him a larger part in shaping the League.
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 22, 2013 9:32:25 GMT -5
Jayce blinked, before laughing.
"Of course I have, Tybresa! At the moment, Talon is trying to capture Nocturne by himself, and I have equipped him with things that may... help him. I hope."
He got up, and sighed, then walked over to Tybresa, looking to her with sorry eyes. Knelt down, he hugs her.
"Everything will be alright, why are you so worried?"
He cocked his head back, and laughed heartily once more. His hands moved to Tybresa's face, and wipes away a tear, as he gets up.
"It's always best to stay positive in a time like this! The future is always bright, we cannot give up in the present."
His hammer sparked with blue light at the statement, as he pat her back reassuringly.
"If something really is bothering you, tell me about it! We are not just champions, we are your friends in times of need."
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