Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Apr 21, 2013 19:19:02 GMT -5
April 2nd, 23 CLE, Functionary Chamber of Steward Summoner Ethan Ramseyt
A basic, oaken door, adorned with nothing but a nameplate and handle kept the diligent Summoner Steward Ramseyt sequestered from the rest of the Institute, his pen viciously clawing across one of many pages of paperwork. His work had exploded recently, leaving him trapped in this room of his almost daily, for tracts of time far longer than he felt were proper.
It didn't particularly bother him, it wasn't as though he disliked working or even the room in which he did his work, but it was beginning to grate on his already tenuous grasp on being personable. Hopefully today would be the last before his break occurred. He'd scheduled himself some relaxation on the morrow and he very much wished it were here.
The stark, sky blue walls of the room simply reminded him of the open skies above his childhood home. Distraction was starting to set in with the thought of rest so close at hand. The Steward reclined in his massive chair and closed his eyes, lacing his fingers behind his head and letting out a sigh.
Paperwork could not ruin his waiting freedom, though the unlocked state of his front door could very easily disrupt his carefully laid plans. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later, it always did. It was truly only a matter of time before Tybresa came bursting through the door with a new assignment..
It was what lead him to languish and relax, knowing another chance would not come.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Apr 22, 2013 3:36:23 GMT -5
The hallways were all empty, every single one of them the Captain crossed through was lifeless and cold. The grey walls were staring at her, their menacing gaze watched over her carefully. Every movement, every step, every breath, they monitored them. The grinding echo of her steel boots bounced over the walls, leaping back at the Captain like a predator while it grew stronger and louder in her ears. But she wasn't afraid of all these images and all of these haunting thoughts, her will and steel heart wouldn't allow any of these things to intimidate her and push her away. Many would have turned around and returned home with their heads down, but Irelia refused such path, just like she refused to let Ionia down during the devastating and bloody war.
The Captain wasn't wearing her usual attire. Her body was covered by her formal military outfit that was knitted with a navy blue skin. She would wear it for any special event or important meetings with the Ionian Generals. The left side of her chest was covered with a well aligned row of badges and military awards she had gained for her successful and heroic actions she had accomplished in the past during her career - ever since she became Captain of the Ionian Guard, reflecting her true figure as an imposing Champion. Her shoulders held a gold ornament with a few small pieces of ropes hanging loose from it. Her shining blades levitated two feet above the ground next to her, following her movement in a perfect sync as she made her way to the Steward's office.
As she reached her destination, Irelia stood in front of the door for a few seconds, darting daggers at it as she washed her mind and cleared her thoughts before she lifted her hand and knocked on the wooden door firmly. Toc toc... said the door as she knocked. Irelia waited for an answer and the permission to enter the Steward's office.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Apr 24, 2013 14:19:04 GMT -5
Delightful timing for an interruption, of course. Ethan called out to the door for his guest to enter, sitting up in his chair and pulling his shoulders back. with his day so close to done, he wouldn't be surprised if it was something dire. Perhaps the Fields erupted into flames spontaneously. Perhaps the lower levels had begun to collapse. Maybe the summoning chambers were eating people.
A shake of the man's head banished the thoughts immediately, looking over at the door while he neatly stacked his paperwork and moved it with the rest of his work, the incomplete being radically dwarfed by the gargantuan stack of finished work.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Apr 24, 2013 15:58:12 GMT -5
Irelia pushed down the door's knob and took a step inside the Steward's office, scanning the room carefully before her tensed body finally relaxed. Although the office gave out an aura of safeness, Irelia's face still showed no emotions. Her emerald eyes were as cold as the gaze of the dead. Her gaze shifted across the room and took a halt as they met the Ethan's eyes. A chill silence reigned over the office as she kept staring at him, finally breaking it as she spoke with a firm tone.
"Ethan Ramseyt... This may seem sudden but Ionia needs your help in these dire times. I came here to ask you and the League personally, you who are the representatives of Justice and Peace, to aid me with a certain issue that is slowly spreading its venom across my homelands. "
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Apr 26, 2013 18:52:48 GMT -5
"I can only assume you're talking about the Order of Shadows? To be frank, I don't know specifics, nothing has trickled out to me yet." Ethan replied calmly, used to the professional demeanor the Ionian Guard Captain typically used. She seemed the slightest bit unsettled, with how stiff and political she was acting.
"How is it I can help you today, Irelia?" He went on to ask, gauging her every movement. She fell under his jurisdiction and to see her this invisibly distraught spoke to how busy he'd been of late. A hand reached down to his desk and fetched a sheet of paper, quickly transcribing the events as they happened from when she had arrived. Everything they both said was noted down by his deft hand, though his gaze, inviting but passive, never left his guest, even as he offered her the large, cushioned seat across his desk.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on May 26, 2013 16:09:42 GMT -5
Irelia remained on her feet even though Ethan offered her to sit down on the comfortable looking seat. Her green eyes sunk in his as she glared at him intently for what he said. How come the league wasn't aware of the alliances between the Order of Shadows and Noxus? Couldn't they see the danger that was behind such alliance?
The Captain took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the air that surrounded them, before releasing it within a sigh of disappointment. She closed her eyes, rested her palms on the desk, before leaning in and lifting up the veil that covered her orbs, staring sharply at Ethan with an angered gaze. The silence that overwhelmed the room seemed eternal, she could hear whispers and voices that seemed truly familiar to her- they were coming from the distant past of her life, speaking incomprehensible words to the young Captain before they faded away in the abyss of her thoughts.
"I want every Noxian troop and unit out of Ionia... I do not know what are the motives of their presence on our lands but I can not predict anything good. They want to aid the Order? Let them do it, but not with any soldier. If the order needs protection, I think the League can offer them what they need, and our governement is ready to do so too even though we do not trust them."
Her tone was as cold as the ice of Freljord, the words that spilled out of her throat were as dry as the lands of the Shurima Desert, and her gaze was as piercing as the Ironspikes Mountains
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 4, 2013 4:56:57 GMT -5
Watching Irelia impassively, Ethan scrawled a shorthand account of her words upon the page even as they came forth, careful to watch her every movement. While the specifics of the Noxian involvement in Ionia were not personally known to him, he was certain that the Grand General would not be foolish enough to station troops in lands he was not welcome in. The provincial divisions in Ionia had been something of a headache in past, land disputes and the like, but it was for this exact reason that he thought them silly.
"I presume any troops that fly a Noxian banner have remained within the limits of the Order's territory. It's an unfortunate truth that as the Order holds control of that province, the remainder of Ionia can but sit and watch." Ethan explained, pausing momentarily to offer a grimace. "If a Noxian troop were to enter into a territory without the express permission of the government controlling it, it would be an act of war and the League could aid you. As I have heard it, from what little I've heard, they all remain behind the curtain of the Order's border."
"They are indeed posturing, but in doing so they have committed no wrong. However, the remaining provinces of Ionia are well within their rights to increase security upon their border. Until such a time that they misstep, to strike at them would be considered a declaration of war." Ethan gave the Captain's face a quick, careful look, gauging her. "While I cannot give any command to a person who is not part of the Institute itself, and even within that scope I am limited, I can have arranged a summit between the Ionian ruling body and a select group of Summoners, myself included, to discuss a manner in which the League might aid Ionia."
He inclined his head forward, motioning for her to either accept or refuse his proposal, the air heavy with unspoken politics, the man forever being careful to follow proper channels and policies in his dealings.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jun 7, 2013 3:54:47 GMT -5
Ethan's word could barely reach Irelia's spirit and mind as they went through her ears while she listened to him carefully. She couldn't accept such fate; standing powerless to the noxian intrusion over the Ionian soil, it was only adding insults to the old scars of the war that remain buried in Irelia's heart. Her intimidating and cold glare slowly faded away, letting a gaze of despair invade her jaded emerald orbs as she grabbed the sides of her head and laid her elbows over the wooden desk that rested in front of her.
She just had to sit there, watching Swain twirl his fingers and manipulate the surrounding population of Ionia. She had to wait for him to strike or trespass the boundaries to be able to do anything about it. But what worries her is that if it ever happens, it would be too late and they would be too strong for them to even pretend to fight. She was running out of options, her mind went numb after all the thinking she forced herself to go through that ended with no answer or result at all.
A low sigh escaped the grasp of her lips as she lifted her head up and looked over to the side at the tall bookshelves that towered over her. Her hands lied down on the desk and her fist were clenched, her eyebrow was twitching from the anger that was consuming her, and her heart started to tighten up underneath her chest.
The aura that carried her hate, worries and desperation reached to her blades that began to flail uncontrollably before they calmed down and hovered closer to their owner. They felt what was lurking in Irelia's heart but nothing could help her appease the scars that were cut open once more. She remembered back then during the war where she was incapable of holding back the Noxian forces from slaughtering her friends, family and all of the innocent people, until she took possession of her father's blades... But at that point, the cuts were already made and she had to hold the painful scars throughout her whole life even after kicking out the Noxian forces from Ionia.
The air was suffocating, grasping firmly Irelia's breath who's pace was swift and heavy. She attempted to soothe her mind and spirit by simply closing the wounds and forgetting them, burying them deep within her heart, inside the chest of the forbidden feelings that she restricted herself to feel. Her focus regained her gaze as she looked at Ethan and simply nodded, accepting the League's help.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 23, 2013 4:45:35 GMT -5
Watching what he could only describe as a temper tantrum, Ethan sat in silence as the cascade of emotions washed over the Guard Captain. The flurry of motion from her blades was certainly not something he was overly comfortable with, but if she'd wished to reach out and strike him, he'd have had no recourse to stop her, though he didn't suspect she would do such a thing. Thankfully, the apparent agitation in her weapons subsided a few moments later.
"I'll contact the High Council as soon as I can to schedule a meeting. I'll be certain to send word to yourself and to Karma as well, should she wish to attend, though I cannot think she would not wish to take part." Ethan calmly explained, fetching a spare sheet of letterhead to quickly begin a draft of the formal request.
His eyes still affixed to the deft strokes of his pen, he asked in a much softer tone, shrugging off the dry, informative voice he used in his day to day work. "Are you alright, Irelia? You seem more troubled than I would expect. Ionia is a resilient city-state, something you yourself know as well as anyone, firsthand no less." A subtle pause, time enough to turn his bright blue eyes upon her. "What troubles you so?"
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2013 4:55:01 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jul 14, 2013 23:55:40 GMT -5
The tight feeling over her throat and chest remained there as Irelia took a deep breath, listening in to Ethan's word as he tried to reassure her despite the odds that are weighing against her. She threw a glimpse at her sword, then stared back at Ethan as she withdrew her hands back to her side calmly and nodded while she spoke with a very calm and quiet voice, as if nothing happened in the past ten minutes.
"Indeed, we will be waiting for the invitation."
She silently stood up, but seemed to be a bit distorted. She felt her legs getting heavier as the thoughts were leashed onto her mind. A soft sigh reached out of her lips as she flicked to the side of her forehead some of the silver hair that slept over her face and gazed at Ethan with her emerald eyes.
"Do not worry about what troubles me, emotions could easily get in our way and hold us down. We should look past them and hold on tightly to our will in order to achieve our goals and bring justice. I just had to get rid of my worries."
A quick polite nod and the captain slowly turned around and began to head towards the wooden door, making her way out of the room as her sword promptly followed her quiet steps, that barely left any echo behind beside the soft shuffle that wasn't really noticeable. Or maybe her thoughts were so loud in her mind that she couldn't clearly hear her footsteps.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jul 15, 2013 1:42:50 GMT -5
Her quiet dismissal was enough to silence him as she left the office. He had expected no less, but to not try was foolish, a slight to his prestigious office. His attention returned to the letter, quickly filling out a draft and then the request of audience itself, filing the draft away and sending the letter itself up the chain to the High Council of Equity.
As he returned to his office, he tiredly rubbed his face and fell onto his only lover, a stiff, unpleasant couch. With his hood serving as the only pillow he needed, the pale blue of his eyes locked on a particular imperfection on the ceiling. Thoughts condensed and expanded upon themselves as the sun finished its spiral into the depths of night, but his eyes didn't move from that single blemish upon the ceiling.
Hours passed in quiet recollection of the day's events, then of the future, then of the times long past, his childhood. It managed to do nothing but spend valuable time. It bore him no insight into the future, merely underscoring the importance of his work. His gaze drooped in inward irritation, a feeling of what could have been done better, before he felt himself drift into an unruly sleep, no doubt going to leave him stiff and uncomfortable the following morning, as it so often did.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
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