Post by Ethan Ramseyt on May 10, 2013 6:31:22 GMT -5
Sky blue walls, a deep, comfy chair, well worn with use. The desk, heavy and oaken, laden heavily with paper and files. Before the table was a much more simplistic pair of chairs, for guests and arrayed around the walls were a series of bookcases containing files and books pertaining to Summoner's Code and the Steward's Code as well. Various other books were interspersed in the files and codices.
The door was adorned with a simple golden plate with a name and title:
Ethan Ramseyt Steward Summoner
When it wasn't simply left open due to Ethan's presence in the room, it was closed and locked tight, sealed with magic to prevent any particularly sensitive documents kept within from slipping out. Many offices did not bother with such security, but he was a cautious man.
Of course, now, he was in, and his door was ajar, a case of files tossed beside his desk, laying open and obviously rifled through. By himself, of course, as he was hard at work, papers being filed and signed and noted and placed into envelopes to be mailed. Everything was in order. His time, while precious, was of course open to the usual denizens of the League for basic inquiries.
Last Edit: May 11, 2013 19:39:10 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
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Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 10, 2013 11:58:07 GMT -5
30th March, 23 CLE
The sharp, familiar clicking of heels could be heard approaching from the hallway until it resounded loudly right before the door, its source arriving at the Steward's office.
Tybresa lightly pushed the door open so she may enter the room, her gaze roaming over the surroundings before her blue eyes rested on the man those office belonged to. She smiled warmly at his diligence and called out in a friendly tone.
As hard-working as ever, Steward Ramseyt. If only all summoners would take your example ...
She would let out a mix of a sigh and a chuckle as she shook her head lightly before crossing her arms to her chest.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on May 15, 2013 20:51:57 GMT -5
"Of course, Senior Summoner, please, come in." Ethan replied, glancing up at his superior as she entered. His work was quickly scooped up and placed aside, under a folder to prevent him from idly working through it as he played host for his boss. A swift hand gestured to his seats, offering one of them to her if she wished to sit.
"What can I help you with, Senior Summoner Farrister-Cassalantar?"He asked politely, observing the use of her proper title as he always did, even if the long time they'd spent working closely likely meant it was unnecessary.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 25, 2013 9:42:52 GMT -5
Tybresa let out a soft chuckle and smiled warmly at Ethan as she waved off his offer to sit.
At ease, Ethan. I am simply checking up on my stewards - I trust you are faring well?
She approached his desk and lightly let her hands rest on its surface.
I also come bearing good news... She shrugged as she chuckled once again. Of course, there are few news that never mean more work for us, but it's good news, nevertheless.
It could be said that Tybresa was positively beaming, a satisfied smile spread across her lips ... and yet, her blue eyes never recovered that spark of liveliness in them that was so characteristic to the Senior Steward. Instead, they shone like ice in the weak morning rays - cold and distant.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 1, 2013 8:23:00 GMT -5
"I am fine, Senior Summoner." Ethan responded, gauging her quietly as she continued to speak. No change. Unfortunate but not unexpected. Duty called, however, and so he left psychology amateur hour behind to address her concerns.
"What news do you bring, on so quiet a day?" He questioned, tenting his fingers before his chest in quiet, polite inquiry. Were it bad news, she would not have bothered with formality to such a degree, he presumed, so surely it could not be that bad. And she had named it as good herself.
More work of course, was never a truly welcome prospect, when his plate was already so full. He would make time, if he had to.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 1, 2013 17:38:39 GMT -5
At Ethan's enthusiastically-reserved inquiry, Tybresa straightened her posture, raising her hands off Ethan's desk to cross her arms to her chest instead, occasionally making a hand gesture to accompany her speech.
The Steward Council will meet on the second of April, Ethan - while I know it is not something I should mention, I feel I need to highlight this one time, the importance of each and every Steward's presence, there and then.
She let out a soft sigh and shook her head lightly before her gaze rested back on the summoner's features.
While I know it seems quite soon to call for another meeting, we have much work to tend to which cannot be done so individually - the High Councillors announced there will be a discussion regarding the situation in Demacia and the undead invasion. The Stewards will have to organize themselves for whatever the outcome that may entail ... Though, I fear a specific date hasn't been appointed. I will only hope it will happen sometime soon before our own meeting.
She then let her arms fall from her chest, propping one hand on her hip as she extended the index finger of the other, holding it before her, seemingly accompanying the importance of her following words.
Then there is the matter of the good news - in the past month, there have been ... She then raised the following two fingers. ... Three prospective candidates applying for our Steward Council. I plan to undergo the judging process and possibly as well as the induction on the very same day.
Tybresa let her hand fall to her side and prop on her hip as well, her posture seemingly brimming with pride, a pleased smile strewn across her lips as she looked at Ethan expectantly - not only was she seeking confirmation of this act, perhaps even as far fetched as an approval, but what she was looking for ... was his input. She had always valued Steward Ramseyt's opinion, for it was as reserved and objective as it could be, something Tybresa found hard to do ...
Her smile seemed to fade for just a moment as a thought, as fast as lightning, thundered across her mind - perhaps ... perhaps Ethan would have been a far more befitting person for the position of the Senior Steward than her.
But she blinked it off, trying her best not to let a trace of any displaced emotion - especially the sudden pang of sadness that pierced through her heart that the previous thought had caused ...
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 4, 2013 5:16:09 GMT -5
As he sunk slightly in his chair, his eyes glazed in thought. The schedules of every single member of the Council was tight, but not so tight as to be rigid and immobile. He had expected the High Council to have seen to the Demacian affairs personally, but if their input was required, it would no doubt be given. His mind wandered to numbers, primarily those of active summoners. Some could be spared, of course, they were not so strapped for personnel as to be unable to lend aid when needed.
"Ask the High Council to meet with us at their nearest possible convenience. I know they are busy, but every moment we wait is a moment lost, something I am sure they are no doubt aware of. If they do not require all of our number to be present, that is all the better. I am certain you and I, perhaps one or two more, will be equally as effective in a meeting as our entire Council would be. It may be that this meeting is necessity, but every man and woman we spare talking about solutions is a man or woman who cannot be out solving."
A slight pause, again in thought. "As to the potential Stewards, I can have full personnel files pulled, condensed and distributed to any Steward wishing to be a part of the interview by the beginning of next week, two days from now. Set a date for the day following. My schedule is clear enough that day that I would be able to attend. I trust you can make it then as well."
It was only then that he caught himself. Everything he'd just said, the tone and the manner in which he spoke, every word of it sounded more like an order than a suggestion. Have I really strayed that far? He blinked the thought away and fell silent, curious to see how his superior would react. It had been abundantly clear that she had come seeking counsel, but was that what he had given? The line between them had always been a blurry one, and despite the difference of title, he had always thought himself an intellectual equal to the Demacian Senior Steward. He didn't know what had changed it, but was worried that it was not something so easily changed back.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 7, 2013 16:05:20 GMT -5
Tybresa would patiently await for Ethan to organize his thoughts before speaking out his mind, quite curious as to what her previous-substitute, now second-in-command was thinking.
However, she was ... (un)pleasantly surprised when he did speak, her eyes widening slightly in surprise at his words, his tone, his mannerism ...
She would cross her arms to her chest and furrow her eyebrows in intent concentration as she would listen to his suggestions, but there was ... an odd feeling nagging at the back of her mind, tugging at her heart's string, something that made her ... worry.
Worry? What in Heaven's name for? The way he acted out right now just goes to show that Ramseyt had seemed to adjust to the position as the Senior Steward quite well during her absence, which could have been permanent had she not ultimately decided to return, or had he not intervened at the first Steward Meeting, almost a month ago ...
She quirked an eyebrow to herself - while she never intended to ask, she did find it curious how he seemed to abstain at the voting, then. She never assumed Ethan to hold her side exactly, despite the relative equality between the two, save for the difference in rank - not after her shameless abandonment of the Institute of War and blatant breach of oath.
The oath ... nobody else knew of the oath, save for the High Councilors. Was that why she was still welcome here, despite the events of the past three months? A sharp pang of guilt stabbed through her heart - she realized what a hypocrite she was, claiming to banish corruption among their midst when she, herself, had dishonored her first and foremost duty as the Senior Steward...
But those ... should be thoughts for another time. She bowed her head slightly as she smiled knowingly, though keeping her eyes closed so they would not mirror the pain that had overcome her moments ago.
I see you have ... taken your temporary promotion quite seriously, Ethan. It has certainly ... changed you. For the better, of course.
She swallowed dryly and nodded curtly before she raised her gaze, smiling reassuringly at him.
I will consider your suggestion, though I fear our Steward Meeting is already settled - I had bumped into another Steward on my way here and I told her to start spreading the news. We cannot afford to delay this meeting, Ethan, free time or not.
She lets out a sigh. Chances are, my presence will be required on the field, whatever it is the War Council will decide to do regarding the Invasion of Demacia. We need to get our candidates interviewed before the Institute of War gathers its forces. While most of us will be away, the Stewards will still be expected to take care of this place. We - meaning, you - will need that extra pair of hands.
Post by thejudicator4 on Jun 10, 2013 10:41:05 GMT -5
June 15th, 23 CLE
Kayle's boots struck hard against the stone surface she had finally faced the fact that she needed aid in finding Ashram, she could no longer continue the search herself, less she be running in circles. Kayle's blonde locks swayed slightly with each step. She sighed, she remembered when her hair use to be much longer. She stopped in front of the summoners door
Ethan Ramseyt Steward summoner
The door read, engraved in a golden plate. Kayle stared at it for a while, as if in thought, before she finally raised a single hand and knocked three times.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 10, 2013 19:47:06 GMT -5
March 30th: Worry Abound...
Ramseyt was a quick man, observant and well-attuned to the emotions of others. The flicker of hesitation was not something that was lost on him, but the punishing scrutiny he expected to be placed under was anything but forthcoming. A flicker of his nose was the only outward manifestation of his confusion.
Still, he said nothing as she spoke, though her words rallied his own mind against him, their tone sending him into invisible fits of berating himself for his choices. She will think me eager after her position. Fool boy.
The normally composed Steward, so frequently described as encyclopedic, and not unlike some manner of hextech contraption that an artificer might think to conjure up, seemed to darken at his own failings.
"I will be ready any time. Send me the schedule, I will make time if I must." He spoke, quietly, an almost dark air to his words. In truth it was simple melancholy, perhaps self-loathing, that stiffened his tone. "Is that all...?"
Forgotten title, something that would have him awake later this day, spiting himself for. He was better than this.
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June 15th: Simple Words, Deeper Meaning
Three knocks. He wasn't certain if that made them seem any more or less urgent. It always wasn't a familiar knock, heavier than what he had grown accustomed to. Metal as well. Perhaps in the end it was more urgent.
"Enter" He called out, curious who would need to visit him at this time. It didn't make much difference, of course, he was ready to help them regardless.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2013 3:55:50 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by thejudicator4 on Jun 11, 2013 2:38:14 GMT -5
"Enter" Kayle heard a male voice call out to her. Kayle stood there, motionless, as if second guessing herself before she finally placed her hand on the door and pushed it open. Kayle's sapphire eyes scanned the room before she walked in and sat down in a near by chair, her wings stretching out slightly before folding once more against her back. "Hello, summoner." She said somewhat flatly, giving Ethan a curt nod as well.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 14, 2013 15:01:35 GMT -5
Tybresa let her arms fall to her side, taken aback by Ethan's answer. One moment, he was so sure of himself, a leader that knew what was expected of him, and what to expect of others and various situations ...
... and now, he seemed to slouch underneath an invisible weight, his simple yet disheartening answer putting her off guard. She blinked her eyes as she tilted her head lightly, unable to hide a brief moment of distress to show on her features - there was a cold wall between the Senior Steward and her Second in Command now that was hard to shake off.
She cast her gaze downward as she nodded curtly before answering.
Of course. I will send one last memo for all the stewards in the days before the meeting, but otherwise, you will be expected to make an appearance there - as is everyone else. Let the word spread. Do not let it fall in obscurity.
She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something more ... only to pause, and realize - there was nothing else left to say. She snapped her jaw shut as she gritted her teeth together. She nodded curtly once again.
That is all, Steward Ramseyt. Unless you have anything else to add, I ... I will let you get back to your work.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jun 23, 2013 3:54:52 GMT -5
March 30th: Worry Abound...
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Ethan looked to Tybresa, and while he could so frequently gauge her with ease, he saw nothing now, obscured by the haze of his own turmoil. The stare was one of weakness, of confusion and most importantly, of apology.
"No, that will be all, Tybr- Senior Steward." His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes falling back to the task they had been concerned with before she had entered. He would have to think of some way to apologize to her, though it was not something he had ever been particularly good at. Perhaps a gift would do the trick. A letter? When he finally looked back up to her, his face was a mixture of many things, and he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd never seen him emote quite that much ever before.
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June 15th: Simple Words, Deeper Meaning
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"Greetings, Judicator, what is it I can do for you today?" Ethan asked, pushing a half-written report aside to give Kayle his undivided attention. Strange that she would come to him, though it was not unheard of for a champion to seek out a Steward the was not their own. A second of free time was a dangerous thing in Ethan's mind, so at least that was being filled. Still, why she needed him in particular was a question he'd need to ask.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2013 3:55:27 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 28, 2013 12:20:42 GMT -5
Tybresa acknowledged his answer with a blink of her eyes and a soft, warm smile spreading over her lips momentarily, an unspoken sentence of assurance, something she would often say in order to clear off the worries and focus instead.
It will be all right.
She turned on her heels to face the door, each heavy step taken accompanied by a sharp click of her shoes. Arriving to the entrance, she reached out to turn the door knob, only to freeze momentarily, having reminded herself of something ... it seemed insignificant, but also necessary, if anything ... for his sake.
Ethan ... she called out softly as she raised her head, yet not turning to face him. The thought pained her, but it was something she felt she had to mention - best now, than never. She managed to keep her voice collected, despite the turmoil brewing within her.
Should I fall on the battlefield ... you will make a good Senior Steward. She paused, lightly biting on her lower lip. Better than I as time would pass, no doubt.
With that said, she nodded to herself and left the office, her words weighting heavily in the air.
"Greetings, Judicator, what is it I can do for you today?" Ethan asked, pushing a half-written report aside to give Kayle his undivided attention. Strange that she would come to him, though it was not unheard of for a champion to seek out a Steward the was not their own. A second of free time was a dangerous thing in Ethan's mind, so at least that was being filled. Still, why she needed him in particular was a question he'd need to ask.[/quote]
"Ashram." Kayle spoke, clearly and diligently. The only word she needed to utter for the summoner to know her purpose for being here. "I am sure you know, most of the summoners knows, that I have been searching for Ashram for the majority of the time I have spent in this realm." Kayle paused for a moment as if a thought crossed her mind. "The Head Stewards are the only group of summoners that I have not questioned yet."
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