Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 22, 2013 10:48:10 GMT -5
(Xerath)
Tybresa continued to smile, though it seemingly faded for one moment when Xerath mentioned about the League collapsing ... Why would he mention that - does he worry about it actually happening? Heavens - the situation was far more dire when one of the most isolated champions of the League just mentioned that.
She snapped her attention back to the champion, banishing the distressing thoughts - chances are, she was reading too much into them ... She flared her nostrils and subtly took in a deep breath, smiling kindly at Xerath.
I had just received the call to participate at this meeting myself, champion - by all means. I will inform the current Steward who was supposed to be in charge of you about your choice as well as the Council of Equity of your desire to participate.
I would not see a reason for it to be denied - if I were to judge, the only request the Council would have is to let someone watch over you ... as a sign of good will, of course. While the main priority would be to ease off the pressure of the enemy forces from the city, the League would not wish for any needless damage to be done to the surroundings from careless misuse of magic ...
She tilts her head slightly, smiling politely. With all due respect, Magus - I am not saying you would do such a thing. But it is a precaution the Council of Equity would like to take. Who knows - chances are, I will also allow myself to participate and join the call to defend my birthplace. If the discussions prove fruitful, it might be that I will be the Steward to watch over you - of course, if you will have me, that is. She bows her head politely before she re-addresses the champion.
Would that answer please you, champion? How else may I be of assistance?
(Hildebrand)
Tybresa tilted her head slightly, pursing her lips together as she studied him with a critical eye. She was aware of his achievements and deeds, that much is true ... but as always, she had to be a cynic when it came to recruiting new Stewards - not only because she did not want to allow any trace of corruption within the innermost circles of the League, but one of the latest spots that had been vacated belonged to a Freljordian, having been dismissed for treachery after trying to stage a coup ... his eyes were almost comparable to those standing in front of her now, staring back into her own.
Tybresa straightened her pose and nodded, a small, encouraging smile appearing on her lips for one brief moment before she took on a blank expression - her voice, however, was warm and friendly.
Indeed, that much is true - the Steward Council is under an even greater strain with all these major events strewn across all of Valoran, and we could certainly use an extra pair of hands and a brilliant mind to aid us. Your application will be considered, Summoner Runeblood - your admittance will be discussed at the next Council Meeting and I shall send you word whether you have been accepted ... or not.
She shrugs her shoulders. I hope you understand, it is a decision I do not take by myself - it will require the unanimous vote of the Council, after a thorough inspection of your personal records and files within the archives of the Institute...
She tilts her head, revealing another warm smile. Of course, word has reached my ears that your actions within the war effort in the northern borders against the void invasion. I will make certain to mention that, as well.
She nods her head politely. But otherwise, I cannot promise you guarantee that you will accepted - all I can ask of you is for your patience and continued diligence within the Institute of War. Is there anything else you would wish to ask of me, Summoner Runeblood? If not, then you are free to leave, as you please.
(Jayce)
Tybresa narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the mention of the Blade's Shadow ... What kind of interest would he have to pursue the Eternal Nightmare? For Noxus, most likely...
She blinked out of her thoughts when Jayce stood up from his chair and ... walked over to her?
What are you -...
She swallowed her words when she found herself embraced by him. Her eyes were wide open in surprise - she couldn't help herself from uttering.
What?
Her eyes darted around, still perplexed ... she wasn't sure what to do ... Was she supposed to hug him back now? She never took Jayce as someone to be so ... affectionate. Before she could react, however, he stepped back ... only for him to brush his hand across her cheek, wiping away a small tear forming at the corner of her eye. She blinked her eyes, looking at him with a curious expression - she didn't know what to say.
I ...
She lets out a pained sigh, a frown appearing on her features. She closes her eyes, trying her best to keep the tears at bay. Her voice was tinted with untold sorry.
I'm just tired, Jayce ... I'm tired of being strong for everyone else ... but not for myself. I'm always there for those that need me ... but I wasn't there for ...
She swallowed and shook her head, a tear rolling across her cheek. There wasn't a point anymore - her illusion had been shattered the moment she asked that damn question. She swallowed dryly before her words rolled out without a single thought.
I wasn't there for my father, Jayce. He passed away - two months ago. I crumbled, I broke down ... for two months I tried to rebuild myself, to make myself strong and carry on ... for what? To see that I have failed once again - I failed. I failed! I failed being a good daughter, I failed being the Steward the Institute needed, and everything is crumbled in front of my eyes, and no matter how much I try to build it back, my clumsy hands just make it worse!
She breathed in, the words echoing in the room like gongs, shattering the fragility of the bottle where she tried to keep her emotions. She shook her head, wincing as another tear rolled over her cheek. She looked at Jayce, her blue eyes flickering in a demanding manner, her voice pleading and sorrowful.
Is the future always bright, Jayce? Is it? Because this isn't the future I imagined at all ... this isn't what I worked so hard and sacrificed so much for!
She brought her hands to her face, shielding her eyes as she muttered to herself.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 22, 2013 11:15:48 GMT -5
Xerath listened to Tybresa's response, and nodded. So, there would be someone to watch over him... well, not like he wouldn't commit to the same line of action either way; harm anyone he wasn't supposed to again, and he'd be locked up straight away for the second time. Spending ages to break out of his 1st prison was bad enough, and he wasn't willing to go through it again.
"Very well, if it is someone who will stand by to watch me be required, then so it shall be. As to you who would be the one to watch over me... well, I should say it would be interesting, to say the least," he commented, a bit surprised at her specifically mentioning herself watching over him; was she fearful of what he might do?
He had learned the mistake to not disregard human life the first time around; after all, that is a partial reason he joined the League in the first place! To make such a mistake again would only make him a straight fool... not that he was concerned with humanitarian affairs, but if the League wanted to uphold the values of human life, than he would need to as well; there was no other way for him to otherwise get to a Nexus he so badly craved in the end.
"Rest assured, if I were to lend my powers, it will certainly not be used irresponsibly. The Mages of Shurima misunderstood me on that context, and I do not intend on being misunderstood again. Consider this my promise - both, as a champion, and also, to you - that I will not allow my powers to come to harm those who do not require to be harmed," he swore, standing up, and after a minute, giving a small bow.
"And... I believe that is all I wish to ask for today. Thank you for your assistance," he finished, bowing again, before turning around, and beginning to walk towards the door.
However, the thought of his appearance finally was too much for him to bear, and he turned around again to face Tybresa.
"Actually, a small trivial question... am I dressed properly as a male human would? My apologies if I am not, for being where I was for the ages, I could not exactly keep track of... the latest fashion, so to speak."
Tybresa tilted her head slightly, pursing her lips together as she studied him with a critical eye. She was aware of his achievements and deeds, that much is true ... but as always, she had to be a cynic when it came to recruiting new Stewards - not only because she did not want to allow any trace of corruption within the innermost circles of the League, but one of the latest spots that had been vacated belonged to a Freljordian, having been dismissed for treachery after trying to stage a coup ... his eyes were almost comparable to those standing in front of her now, staring back into her own.
Tybresa straightened her pose and nodded, a small, encouraging smile appearing on her lips for one brief moment before she took on a blank expression - her voice, however, was warm and friendly.
Indeed, that much is true - the Steward Council is under an even greater strain with all these major events strewn across all of Valoran, and we could certainly use an extra pair of hands and a brilliant mind to aid us. Your application will be considered, Summoner Runeblood - your admittance will be discussed at the next Council Meeting and I shall send you word whether you have been accepted ... or not.
She shrugs her shoulders. I hope you understand, it is a decision I do not take by myself - it will require the unanimous vote of the Council, after a thorough inspection of your personal records and files within the archives of the Institute...
She tilts her head, revealing another warm smile. Of course, word has reached my ears that your actions within the war effort in the northern borders against the void invasion. I will make certain to mention that, as well.
She nods her head politely. But otherwise, I cannot promise you guarantee that you will accepted - all I can ask of you is for your patience and continued diligence within the Institute of War. Is there anything else you would wish to ask of me, Summoner Runeblood? If not, then you are free to leave, as you please.
"I understand your position perfectly, Madam Steward." Hildebrand nodded in response to her reply. He didn't expect any sort of special treatment, especially after the word had gotten out about the corruption within the council. He could understand the woman's caution as well. It all made perfect sense. His professional business had been concluded, but...
"There is one more thing I'd like to discuss, however. His eyes studied hers for a moment before he spoke again. "I've heard about your loss, and I have also heard it has effected you heavily. To that end, I wish to relay my utmost condolences, and ask if you are feeling...okay, with things." He shifted his position slightly in the chair and crossed his legs, blinking a few times as well.
"While I dislike prying into the personal affairs of others, the well-being of a colleague such as yourself is something important." He shook his head. "If I can do anything within my power to make your recovery from your loss easier to bear, please, do not hesitate to ask."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 23, 2013 13:41:52 GMT -5
(Xerath)
Tybresa nodded at his words before she added her own comment.
I am glad to see you are taking it on such a positive note - it is the only kind of compromise the Council of Equity can allow itself during these harsh times, though there might be some champions that might protest... Her smile widened, positively beaming at him.
It would not only be my honor to watch over you, Magus, but it will be my pleasure - I like to see it more as an opportunity to strengthen the bonds between the League and its champions rather than duty. I like to think that you and I would get along quite well as companions rather than watcher - and watched.
Her smile dimmed out, pursing her lips together in a serious expression as he spoke his promise and bowed before her. In turn, she stood up and bowed her head solemnly.
Your words are spoken from the depths of your core, and it commends you on your nobility. Your promise honors both you and me, Magus - I shall remember it and hold the memory dear, for it is something all magic users should live and learn by.
Tybresa's warm smile returned to her expression and curtsied politely.
It was my honor to serve you, and my pleasure to be of assistance to you, champion. By all means - my doors are always open should you have need of me again.
As the champion had made his way to the door and she was about to sit back in her chair, she was surprised to see him face her once again and impose his question. She blinked her eyes and tilted her head slightly, unable to contain a small interjection of surprise.
Oh? ... Oh!
She stared at Xerath's figure with a critical eye, bringing her right hand to rest on her chin as she tapped her index finger across her lips in a thoughtful manner.
Hmm ... I am no expert on such things, I fear - I hope you understand, but for ten years, more or less, my world's fashion has been all about shades of purple, outer trim embroideries and the occasional accessories a summoner wouldn't be caught dead during the winter. She chuckled bemusedly and shrugged. But in all due honesty ... I think it suits you. It is ... classy. If I am not mistaken, I believe it leans to more of a ... piltoverian fashion?
She chuckles once again. If I may be so bold, I might actually go for 'handsome'.
(Hildebrand)
Tybresa warm smile widened a little bit, seeing Hildebrand's positive reception at the news - it was a relief, for it wasn't unheard of that prospective summoners would object and try to bribe or blackmail their way in ... which only lead them to an even swifter dismissal.
However, she blinked back to attention, slightly tilting her head with a curious expression on her face - another subject to discuss, then? What could it possibly be ...
Her blood ran as cold as his ice-blue eyes when he spoke - whatever trace of happiness or warmth she had shown on her expression had vanished, only to be replaced with a blank, unreadable expression, save for her eyes. It has been three months since the funeral, and a month since she managed to settle (more or less) into a more stable state of mind as well as getting back in her rhythm. She did not appreciate for the subject to be revived once again - what is dead ... can only stay dead. Best wishes or not, she nervously tapped her fingernails over the wooden surface of her desk.
She averted her gaze away from him, turning to face the window instead, continuing to tap her fingers - she took in a deep breath and spoke in a cold, sharp tone ... something uncharacteristic for her.
Your concern is appreciated. Thank you - but I assure you, I am faring far better now. It is as they say - time heals all wounds ...
She turns to look at him, a mild frown on her expression, her blue eyes staring sharply at him.
... and it is wise not to re-open the scabs, lest they will take far longer to heal.
She averted her gaze once again, glaring intensely at the poor, innocent silver platter where small sweets for visitors was resting on the cupboard. The continuous tapping of her fingernails seemed to fill the awkward silence between the two for an uncomfortable amount of time. Eventually, Tybresa straightened her pose and looked back at him, her expression milder than previously, but her blue eyes still had the cold, unwelcoming edge in them.
Anything else I may assist you with, summoner Runeblood?
(Jayce)
Tybresa was silent, keeping her hands to her face as she tried her best to shield herself, to hide her shame from showing as it trickled over her cheeks and left dark, damp spots on her robes.
His words echoed hollowly in her ears ... but she heard. When he embraced her once again, feeling his warmth pass over to her pale, cold frame ... she felt an anger suddenly flare up in the depths of her chest. She couldn't explain ... she felt the urge to push him away, to slap him and scream at him, for his words were lies and empty promises.
She was far too weak for her fury to lash out - instead, all she could do is let out a soft whine and place her hands square on his chest, on the great cog-shaped metal on his shirt and weakly push him away. Her voice was trembling, reduced to but a faint whisper.
Stop it - stop it! I don't ... I don't need your pity. All this time, I have been working by myself to reach where I am now - for ten years, I have been fighting and struggling alone - and look how far I got, how much I achieved! I don't need anyone ... I never did ... and more importantly, I don't need anyone now.
She let out a sob. Because ... because this time ... I have myself to blame. For everything.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Apr 23, 2013 16:48:36 GMT -5
Xerath had simply stood there, listening to Tybresa's response, when her final word on describing his dress left him... shocked?!
Indeed, the word 'handsome'... something came to him from that memory...
...and then it came back to him; it was back when he was still in Shurima as a young man, still eager to find out the secrets of magic the world held. Then, he was considered ugly by everyone...
...except Tabia. That she was different from all the others who looked at him...
...and it was here that he realized just why: Tybresa. Tabia. The two looked... almost the same!
All this had flashed through his mind within a moment; though he didn't show it, it was quite a shock to him. He shook his head quickly, and back to giving his final remarks to the Senior Steward.
"Ah, well, um... I, apologize for having asked the question if it was indeed much to awkward for you. I do thank you, however, for at least giving an... 'honest' answer." With that, he gave one last now, turned around, and shortly after opening and closing the door, walked his way down the hallway, leaving the office.
However, it turned to be quite an interesting meeting, for sure. He had possibly gotten an agreement that hopefully lead to his freedom from his prison, and that was the main goal.
However, the meeting had left in him some food for thought. The morals of using magic, and... Tybresa's similarities to Tabia. It was too close; he couldn't bear himself to look at her for a while now, not while that thought clung to his mind. These thoughts still lingered as he nearly ran into someone upon exiting the hallway, from which he pardoned, before making his way into his chambers.
Tybresa warm smile widened a little bit, seeing Hildebrand's positive reception at the news - it was a relief, for it wasn't unheard of that prospective summoners would object and try to bribe or blackmail their way in ... which only lead them to an even swifter dismissal.
However, she blinked back to attention, slightly tilting her head with a curious expression on her face - another subject to discuss, then? What could it possibly be ...
Her blood ran as cold as his ice-blue eyes when he spoke - whatever trace of happiness or warmth she had shown on her expression had vanished, only to be replaced with a blank, unreadable expression, save for her eyes. It has been three months since the funeral, and a month since she managed to settle (more or less) into a more stable state of mind as well as getting back in her rhythm. She did not appreciate for the subject to be revived once again - what is dead ... can only stay dead. Best wishes or not, she nervously tapped her fingernails over the wooden surface of her desk.
She averted her gaze away from him, turning to face the window instead, continuing to tap her fingers - she took in a deep breath and spoke in a cold, sharp tone ... something uncharacteristic for her.
Your concern is appreciated. Thank you - but I assure you, I am faring far better now. It is as they say - time heals all wounds ...
She turns to look at him, a mild frown on her expression, her blue eyes staring sharply at him.
... and it is wise not to re-open the scabs, lest they will take far longer to heal.
She averted her gaze once again, glaring intensely at the poor, innocent silver platter where small sweets for visitors was resting on the cupboard. The continuous tapping of her fingernails seemed to fill the awkward silence between the two for an uncomfortable amount of time. Eventually, Tybresa straightened her pose and looked back at him, her expression milder than previously, but her blue eyes still had the cold, unwelcoming edge in them.
Anything else I may assist you with, summoner Runeblood?
Hildebrand stood. It was clear he'd managed to wear out his welcome as quickly as she had given it. Never before had he felt so welcomed, and then so vehemently rejected so quickly. He supposed everyone, even the Senior Steward, had their limits. Her eyes glaring at the door were clear enough. They were asking him to leave.
"No, that will be all, Madame Steward." He nodded. "I apologize. I had not meant to offend." His hands moved to adjust his robes and smooth any creases that had shown up on the fabric during his sitting. "I will await your decision, and hope to hear from you soon." With a faint bow, Hildebrand would then turn and head for the door.
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 24, 2013 0:01:13 GMT -5
Jayce sighed. What would it take for her to see the light? He rose up once more, and then grunted. It was time to start being more assertive. He slammed his fist down on the table, and stared at her.
"Tyb. You can't expect to rely on yourself all the time. What you've done over the past years is brilliant, but I really think you would be able to achieve so much more. Why can't you trust me, to help lead the way? All of us champions under your command are willing to do anything to help you."
A faint blush appeared on his face. "... especially me. I would give my life for you."
He knelt down on one knee, and looked up to her, his eyes flaring with passion. "I expect you think that what I'm saying is just a bunch of empty lies. Things of the past, things to make you feel better." He shook his head to one side. "I thought so. All of this may seem too... fantasy and dramatic to be true. I however... believe that anything is possible, when we all work together."
He continued his gaze, staring straight into her azure eyes. The inventor hadn't seen the steward in such a dark light such as this, perhaps it was too late to change her. She had taken care of her champions in the darkest of times, it be well to return the favor.
He tried his best. He lent out his hand, a light whimper escaping his mouth. His expression turned grave. What if this didn't work?
No. It would work.
He believed in himself, and he believed in the strength of others. Tybresa would be able to escape her dilemma, whatever it may be. He beckoned Tybresa with his hand.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 24, 2013 11:14:30 GMT -5
(( Sorry if I got your hopes up with this post, but I'm just letting you know that I won't be able to post tonight ... went through some serious stress the past few days and it's catching up with me now. I can only hope I will find the time and capacity to post either tomorrow or on Friday most certainly.
If it helps, let me throw you the thoughts I had while reading the lovely posts: Xerath - OH GOD WHAT DID I DO. Awww that's so cute ... Wait wait wait. This will /seriously/ thicken the plot. Hildebrand - Nothing can freeze Hell over faster than a scorned Tybresa - not even a Shard of True Ice. Jayce - ... plot-wise, it was sappy, but I'm really happy to see you're showing some progress in your writing. Now keep it up! <3
Ty out. Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll make up to you all, promises <3 ))
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 25, 2013 8:43:59 GMT -5
(Xerath)
Tybresa tilted her head, quite perplexed at Xerath’ almost frantic shaking of his head – perhaps she was a bit /too/ bold with the compliments? She wasn’t sure whether what she said had offended the champion or not … but judging by his words, he doesn’t seem to have been bothered by it. She smiled warmly.
Nothing to worry about, champion. I am glad to be of assistance - …
Her words trailed away as she quirked a curious eyebrow – the champion left quite swiftly, not giving her the chance to finish the sentence. She stared at the door for several moments, unsure what to expect – eventually, she shrugged her shoulders and eased herself back in her chair, turning her focus back on her paperwork …
She couldn’t help but smile, though – the meeting was quite the interesting one, indeed. Xerath’s willingness to involve himself with the League was like a fresh breath of air, and his promise made her hopeful that, perhaps … things will get better from now.
Nevertheless, it was a good start to have.
(Hildebrand)
Tybresa turned to look at the summoner, her gaze weighting coldly and heavily on his frame. She acknowledged his farewell with a curt nod, but otherwise remained silent and motionless, save for the now-rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the desk’s surface. Only when the door closed behind him did Tybresa stop herself and leaned back in her chair, bringing her hands to press them against her forehead and slowly rake through her hair.
In a way, she regretted lashing out at him like that … it was very unfair of her. He meant the best, she was certain – he was demacian and his family quite influential. There was a high chance that her father must have come into contact with members of the Runeblood family – perhaps with the Hildebrand himself.
She cursed herself in her thoughts – three months have almost passed since then, and still counting. However, she still had such a hard time keeping her feelings in check whenever her father was mentioned …
She shook her head sorrowfully and instead turned her attention to the paperwork strewn in front of her – regrets won’t help her nor the Institute … she has to build herself back as she goes. However, getting the chance to apologize for him sometime soon would most certainly help her conscience …
(Jayce)
Tybresa flinched startled as Jayce slammed down his fist, her blue eyes staring back at him frightfully as she let out an alarmed gasp escape her lips.
… but with each word Jayce spoke, each movement he did, it only fueled the flames of her anger, feeling her cheeks run hot as her heartbeat pounded in her head. It was a curious feeling – one she hadn’t felt in … ages. Her frightened expression slowly turned to a scowl – all logical thoughts, all feelings of compassion she tried to muster were only thrown into the flames, making it burn brighter in her chest, making her blood boil with each heart beat.
At his question, she silently rose and stepped close to him, staring back into his eyes, her own blue ones flickering with untold fury. She pushed him lightly, making him take a step back lest he’d lose his balance and fall. Her words were brimming with raw emotion, her voice echoing into Jayce’s mind – the intensity of Tybresa’s feelings must have made her trigger her summoner capabilities, for Jayce could feel her rage, could taste the bitterness in her mouth and feel the coolness of the tear that was now rolling across her cheek.
Trust you?
She stepped towards him and pushed him again.
I don’t need to trust you.
I don’t need you to lead the way.
You would die for me? For ME? Don't you dare say such words; you would give up all of Piltover for me?!
I sacrificed my wishes, my dreams, my very hopes! I sacrificed my mental state for Valoran! What have you sacrificed?!
You are the leading figure of your technical fields! You are following your dreams! Your aspirations! You are doing what you want, and you think you can protect me? Would you ever fight for Noxus' sake if they were in the right?
No! Not everything is possible, Jayce!
You can't be a hero to everyone, so stay in Piltover, stay where you are their hero, go smack those bad men for their petty crimes, and stop thinking you can save the world when you can barely uphold your own home!
Have you ever thought just how selfish you champions can be? Valoran is literally spinning around all of you, relying on you to keep the balance and peace we have worked so hard to achieve!
But not my world.
My world … is my own. I don’t need to trust you, to let you lead me towards my future.
I don't need to rely on you, because you are -not- my hero!
…
Tybresa was panting now, having pushed and shoved Jayce in circles around her office, her anger slowly receding with each gesture, her fury dimming out with each word said. She was standing there, clenching her fists together, though her expression was slowly relaxing as she finally comprehended what she just said.
Was it … did she mean that? Truly?
She brought her hands up and covered her face, pressing her open palms against her cheeks – she was burning hot. She began breathing out loudly through her mouth, unable to understand what had just happened to her – this outburst, this wasn’t anything like her at all!
The way he spoke, it had bothered her … he treated her like a weakling, a broken puppet. He was looking down on her while she was supposed to be looking up to him – and that angered her. Tybresa frantically shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts before she felt the fury return to her again.
Instead, regret washed over her like a shower of ice-cold water – she brought her hands to her mouth as she stared at Jayce in disbelief, slowly shaking her head as she whispered.
Heavens … I … I’m so sorry, Jayce … I … I am so, so sorry.
(( Yep. Sappy as hell. I am going to regret posting this, and I don't even have anything to say in my defense, other than that I suck at writing speeches. I really, really do. ))
Post by The Defender of Tomorrow on Apr 25, 2013 11:02:19 GMT -5
Jayce was frozen with surprise. He had never seen Tybresa act this way before. He stood, staring at her with a tear welling up in his eye, his lips pouted with... anger? Regret? Sorrow?
He didn't know.
What he did know though... Everything that she said was the exact truth. The truth he had denied feverishly.
He could not deny it any longer, but the effect of it being hammered into him all at once left him in shock, he was left in awkward silence as he stared back at Tybresa. Her reaction... Jayce well-deserved it, his sugar-coated words had probably gone too far to be called appropriate and helpful. No, it went to degrading her into a weakling - noone would enjoy that. It was too late until he realized his mistake.
All he could do was shake his head, turn around, and open the door. He looked back one last time, mouthing the word "sorry", as he back out the door way, looking at Tybresa the whole time.
A bitter feeling formed in his mouth, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of doing wrong. He really should not have delved further...
He passed a small bench outside the private chambers, and he sat down, slumping, his solemn face facing the ground. Drip, drop, went the sound of his tears dropping on the cold ground, his lips quivering.
This feeling... W... why am I giving up? This isn't... me.
Post by The Sad Mummy on May 1, 2013 13:29:05 GMT -5
The recent events within the world and the league was and soon to be involved in had gravely put the amnesiac ponder what he should do. Thinking it would be best to discuss this with his steward he approached her office for the first time. He had never really required anything of her so he never before though of entering this place however things do change and he would need her advice. Approaching the steward's office the small mummy had knocked hoping to get an answer. Slowly opening the door he walked in obviously nervous with this encounter.
"I... uh.. is it alright if I can talk to you.... about something miss steward?" His voice showed how timid he was. Even as he approached her he wouldn't stop fiddling with his fingers. The room felt so tense as he had her attention and he was thinking on everything that would occur.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 4, 2013 20:10:19 GMT -5
March 21st, 23 CLE
Tybresa was humming softly to herself as she was tending to her lilies, wiping the leaves with a clean,damp square of cloth when she heard a knock at her door. She quirked a curious eyebrow and gazed towards the entrance, calling out in a soft voice.
Do enter, if you will.
When she saw Amumu timidly peer through the door, she smiled warmly - heavens, it has been too long since she last saw him! She placed the cloth on the window still next to the water pot and walked towards him, speaking in a warm, excited voice.
Oh, Amumu! I am so happy to see you - it has been so long.
She knelt before him, warmly patting him on his head.
And look at you! Is it me, or did you grow taller? My, my, soon enough you'll be as big as the door! She giggled.
She always favored Amumu ever since she was but an apprentice - she couldn't help but look at him as a child, and usually treated him as one outside of the Fields of Justice - it wasn't uncommon that people would mock-name her 'The Mummy's mummy' but she did not mind it. She tilted her head slightly - he seems a little bit nervous around her presence, which struck her as odd - was she gone for so long he felt himself estranged from her? She shrugged the thought off, smiling sweetly at him - if anything, she'll rectify that now.
Of course you can talk with me, Amumu - I'm your friend, remember? What do you want to talk about?
Post by The Sad Mummy on May 6, 2013 14:27:42 GMT -5
Taking a seat after being greeted with such compliments. He sat in the small yordle chair turning it towards the steward so he could talk to her. Though the comments were child like, the amnesiac enjoyed her words whenever he visited. He gave a soft smile more than happy for her return. Normally he would have no problem with talking with the steward.
"Well... thank. It's just that I....uh something has been bothering me recently. Specifically with Demacia.... I keep hearing from other summoners about undead attacking. So well... I feel partly, responsible.... So I... I want to see if there is any way I can help."
This had been plaguing Amumu's mind for some time. Even if he may not hold many other undead qualities he was still one of them. Wiping his eyes from the constant tears that had been with him since the beginning of his (un)life. He tried to make sure to wipe his tears way so often. Tybresa was always very loving and he didn't want her to worry about him too much.
Last Edit: May 7, 2013 14:01:28 GMT -5 by The Sad Mummy
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