Post by The Deceiver on Jan 15, 2013 23:37:41 GMT -5
In the Institute was a room that LeBlanc had all to herself. Prior, between and after matches, she would come and relax for a spell. Those who wished to try and speak with the Deceiver outside of Noxus would find it best to try meeting her here.
Woe be to the one who is rude or disrespectful to the matron, however.
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 18, 2013 21:41:42 GMT -5
Graves needed another path into Noxus, whatever it takes. It was more important now as ever since Noxus had split from the Institute. Alliances were forming...armies being prepared, void running rampant. Soon it would spiral into a mess and whoever is alone will be crushed in the middle.
He quickly made his way through the hallways past the summoners who frantically went about trying to figure out how to bring peace back. The Deceiver had a room he knew of...hopefully she still resided there or would catch her exiting. Maybe she was different than Swain, he is too military formal for Graves to convince..let alone get a task. Perhaps Leblanc could see the something useful out of him..or he could start the charming.
He rounded a corner and came to the door, balling his fist and pounding on it heavily. Hopefully she is still around and that he is able to put on a good show...
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 18, 2013 22:37:16 GMT -5
The door creaked open. Graves would see the room was dusty, barren save for two decrepit looking chairs and a gnarled wooden table. This would be his first task. If he looked down at the barrel of Destiny, he would see the glint of a woman's face staring at him from over his shoulder.
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 18, 2013 22:50:34 GMT -5
Graves scanned through the empty room. The Deceiver....with a name like that she is here. He glanced down at Destiny to get a grip with his other hand and prepare for an ambush and instead saw her reflection in the barrel. Huh, that was a pretty good trick.
" Thought i was bein' "deceived" by the Deceiver." He turned around, he has seen her in action many times on the fields and heard a few rumors..for all he knew this was not even the real Leblanc." Graves at yer' service, miss." And he extended his free hand. Using his weapon to keep view of behind him...so he is not surprised again.
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2013 22:51:09 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 18, 2013 23:01:38 GMT -5
LeBlanc's figure quickly appeared from thin air. She looked down at the hand and instead opted to give Graves a slight bow. "Charmed," her tone was less than enthusiastic. The Deceiver stepped past Graves and made her way towards a chair. With every step, the room sprung to life. The rotting floor quickly gained a high quality lacquer, the crumbling walls were now adorned with some vivid wallpaper and the rotting chairs became lavish silk cushioned arm chairs. The table, however, remained the same gnarled thing. "Tea? Coffee?" LeBlanc asked as she took a seat opposite to where Graves was standing. A quick look in his gun would show that what he was looking at was in fact real. LeBlanc however, seemed to phase in and out of existence. Here one second, gone the next, here once more, though this was only based on her reflection in the shine of his gun's metal.
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 18, 2013 23:14:24 GMT -5
Graves lowered his hand and watched her walk into the room, a look of surprise as everything just...changed. He used the weapons reflection and saw everything looked just as real. He followed her in and took a seat opposite of her.
"Coffee would be jus' fine." He took a look around the room, he had yet too see her abilities like this...in the field she could still do some amazing things but..that was good. " You had me goin' there." After meeting Swain, he already had it in his head that Noxians love getting right into the conversation...he better just start. " Yall caused a stir over breaking off from ta' League, institute is buzzing with summoners an' Demacia started training their troops and calling for recruitment..." He kept his grip on the trigger of Destiny..just in case.
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2013 23:15:04 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 19, 2013 0:06:28 GMT -5
LeBlanc raised an eyebrow. She twirled her finger about, "If we broke off from the League, why then did you think to find me here? You came here through the Institute, yes? When you leave, will you be back in the Institute?"
With that established, a pot would appear on the table, along with a mug. The thick smell of coffee permeated Graves' nostrils.
"Milk, sugar, or a little of what brings you to my presence?"
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2013 0:06:57 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 19, 2013 0:26:17 GMT -5
" I took ah' gamble, and it payed off. " Graves leaned back in his chair and sniffed the coffee, raising an eyebrow.
" Sugar and a matter of allegiance." Graves picked up the mug with a free hand " The league has failed at containing ta' dangerous creatures of Runeterra an' beyond. Its broken now, factions of all kind will take its place and try for control like ta' gangs do in the city underbellys." He tapped his foot to the floor softly. " And ah' will be left in ta' middle of a warzone by myself....hell, even Twisted Fate will take some allies.So instead of goin' alone i thought it would be best to join a faction while time was on mah' side...Join Noxus." He took a small sip of Coffee now, waiting for her to respond before continuing. He hoped to at least pique her interest.
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2013 0:39:21 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 20, 2013 1:16:59 GMT -5
"...Yes, and?" LeBlanc snapped her fingers, a spoon appeared full of sugar and dumped it into the cup. It proceeded to stir the coffee as the Deceiver shook her head, "Why should I even fathom of letting you pledge your allegiance to Noxus. We're Noxians, darling, if you want to join us so much, show me why."
LeBlanc motioned to Graves to speak, or to act, quickly. "Show me what benefit I will gain from letting you join us. Whether it is your words, your strength, or your tenacity."
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 20, 2013 1:42:09 GMT -5
"Ha, why should ya'? Well whoever lets me in will have my loyalty to them. If ya' needed a job done, it will be with no questions asked." He knew Noxians liked a chip in their pocket if they needed to rise further into power. "If i need ta' join a faction, let it be tha strongest, those damn Demacians wont help me catch Twisted Fate.." He took another sip of coffee. " My gun and brute force expertise would be yours Deceiver, you have but ta' ask and i will make sure your wish is carried out. I still got many contacts from my days of runnin' ta' underbelly of most city states and am still allowed ta' roam as a "neutral" man." Noxians liked holding the cards...hopefully he was appearing like a asset. " Your stealthy..ya' good. But when a job needs a non delicate touch i could go in your place. Your dealings and jobs will not be spat to anyone. Your own personal Enforcer is what you will gain, LeBlanc. You have seen what i can do on ta' fields, i should put those skills to use off ta' fields..." He smirked. " With a few extra tricks without league restrictions.." He took another sip of coffee and waited.
Last Edit: Jan 20, 2013 13:44:10 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 20, 2013 14:17:39 GMT -5
"That sounds all well and good, it truly does, but..." LeBlanc shook her head, "That doesn't mean I can trust you, dear. I need to know if I tell you to do something, you will not hesitate to do it. And so, in my benevolence, I give you two options."
The Deceiver raised her index finger, "First option: Give me your right arm." With a flick of her wrist, a knife embedded itself in front of Graves. "Cut it off and hand it over to me. Your second option? Use that knife, and decapitate Sheriff Caitlyn with it. Bring me her head. Either show me your determination in joining Noxus, or show me your skill, show me your versatility, your cunning, show me how you can best the great detective. It should not be a problem for you if you want to so earnestly join, yes? Once you have accomplished either one of these tasks..."
LeBlanc snapped her fingers, the cup Graves was holding turned into gold, encrusted with various precious stones. "It's eighteen karat, so you don't have the weight of the gold or the coffee snapping the handle, but that cup alone is worth more than your gun. That is not even a drop in the ocean of the funds I alone am privy to. You have three days for a response."
LeBlanc snapped her fingers again, this time the cup sparked with energy and latched onto Graves' hand. A rune glowed, even through his glove as though it had burned clean through. He would recognize it as her Sigil of Silence. "If you do not return to me, the sigil will activate and burn you down to the very bone, you will try to scream, you will try to yell in pain, but all that will be heard is your delicious silence. If you tell anyone of its existence, it will activate. It is protected against the scrying minds of Summoners, so no worry there, you may go into matches and live your life as though nothing was of concern. If you try and disenchant it? It will also activate. Very, very few people are able to overcome my magic. Once you give me, and only me your answer, then I will remove it."
LeBlanc leaned back into her chair, smiling at the outlaw. "However, don't answer now unless you wish to cut off your limb. You may wish to protest and say this is against your wishes or some other nonsense. I really can't care. I don't want you to tell a soul about this conversation, about this meeting, and I want you to be aware of the power I hold if you do ever dare to betray Noxus. This is the price of the gamble you played. Strange how such things come back to bite you, no?"
The Deceiver waved Graves away, "Finish your coffee and you may leave when you wish. When you walk out the door, you will be in the streets of Piltover. Time is tick tick ticking away, dear."
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 20, 2013 15:15:49 GMT -5
Graves looked like a ghost after Leblanc had finished talking, his gaze was fixated at the coffee almost as if he was frozen in time. Kill...Caitlyn? Cait was his friend, hell, even let him off the leash of the law sometimes. Could he...? Maybe it was a trick...he would kill a shade! No..no..no.
His gaze drifted to his arm, it lay dead still on the chairs arm rest. It was his arm..or Caits life. He dropped Destiny to the floor, something in a better state of mind he would have never done. He reached out and grasped the knife, bringing it close to his face and examining it-sharp. His mind buzzed with thoughts, arm or cait... Graves took a deep breath. My arm is replaceable.
He took off the cape and glove, setting them down lightly on the table. Next he rolled up his sleeve to the shoulder and tied a cloth tightly around his upper arm to restrict blood flow. He reached for the knife again and got on his knees, resting his arm across the old table. My arm or Cait....could he bring himself to kill the sheriff? He finally let his breath escape, not even noticing his body gasping for air. The cold touch of the knife rested itself upon his skin.
He stared at the knife, willing it to move. His arm did not make a slightest twitch. ...Cait. He pulled the knife away, rolling the sleeve back down and slipping his glove on. He got up and slipped the knife into his pocket and picking Destiny back up. All of thsi was done quickly but felt like eternity to Graves. He slowly turned and walked to the door, opening it, and entering the town of Piltover. He did not notice, but he looked like he died and came back to life. The Deceiver could take pleasure in being the second person to break The Outlaws spirit...
He pumped Destiny and begun his journey through Piltover.
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 20, 2013 15:50:18 GMT -5
LeBlanc leaned further back into her chair, smiling all the while. The room grew dark, it morphed back to its dusty, dirty, uninhabited illusion, and the Deceiver disappeared...for now.
Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 20, 2013 23:42:31 GMT -5
The door to the room opened. Graves walked quickly to the seat he had used in his previous meeting, he set destiny beside him and pulled the table close. It was time... He sprawled his arm across the table and rolled up his sleeve and took off his glove. Always Double- Crossed. Always hurting people...now i hurt myself. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIbepKZC7Po )
He tore a piece of cloth from his other sleeve and wrapped it tightly around the area below his elbow. The world seemed to slow down from what he was about to do. He slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve the knife. He gazed upon the knife, twirling it in his hands. He took a deep breath and lowered the knife, touching his skin with its cold metal. His heart beat erratically and he stayed in that position for quite some time.
Hurt others. Hurt myself. He jerked the knife forward then back, pressing down hard on his skin. His eyes bulged and he he choked a breath, his body alerting him to the pain..self induced pain. He had cut through the skin...he cut again, blood pouring onto the table from the wound. This time he screamed out in pain and his breaths were quicker as he bumbled like a baby. He jerked the knife more..cutting through the veins. Blood spilling out of the wound and tainting the floor and table. He kept cutting, his fingers twitched on his right arm erratically he screamed. His mind was a buzz of pain and misery.
He cried out " OH GOD....AWHHUHUH..." He through the knife on the table. Tears rolling down his face. He grabbed the knife again and came down hard on the cut, striking his bone. He screamed out, but started slicing..the knife grinding against bone. Making a crunching and cracking noise. " ARRRRRRRRHHHHHH.....HUUUUU....HUUU.....ACHH..ACHH...oh god.." He sliced vigorously, the knife dulling against bone. Finally after an eternity a crack was heard as he severed its connection with hsi body, he banged his knife hand on the table, dropping it. Screaming and crying, kicking the ground with his foot. he could think of nothing but pain. He took the knife back in his hand and came back down, cutting away the rest of the flesh until his arm severed away and lay on the table away from his body.
He fell to the floor, laying in a pool of blood. He cried out and rolled a bit, holding the stub. Tears rolled down his face and he stuttered like a baby yet he grabbed destiny, using his one hand to fire a shell at the ground...and cauterizing the stub with the hot barrel. He screamed like a child having a tantrum while it burned his flesh. The smell of burnt meat filled the room " "hUUUUUUEEE.....hueee......akch..achuueee....." He could feel nothing but pain...and hurt.
He fell onto his back in the pool of blood, crying himself into unconsciousness.
(I try ed finding material for inspiration but could not find a story with a man chomping his arm off!)
Last Edit: Jan 20, 2013 23:53:33 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 21, 2013 1:22:45 GMT -5
The sound of heels clicking filled the air. LeBlanc stepped into view, staring at the mess of the outlaw. She snorted and burst out in a fit of genuine laughter. Her laughter sounded like the twinkling of bells in rapid succession.
"Oh Graves, really! This is too much!"
The Deceiver walked over, her heels touching the large pool of blood that had spread out on the floor. "Tut tut, no need to be so messy." With a click of her heel, the crimson liquid disappeared.
Her staff appeared in her hand as she knelt down, staring at Graves. She poked and prodded his stump of an arm and nodded, "You do realize what this means, yes?"
LeBlanc would let this linger in the air for a bit before poking his wound again to assure he was awake and listening to her. "This only means that you have accepted my benevolent offer. Do you know why I did what I did?"
The Deceiver rested herself on the floor and scooted closer to Graves, petting his hair in a manner similar to the way one would pet a dog. "If you had just waited three days...Caitlyn was going to seek you, and show you paperwork she had done for you. What do you think she was so exhaustively working on for the past week? Oh the things informants find out when no one suspects them, yes? Her plan was to deputize you so you can work off your debt to society. In order to become a deputy, one must be a citizen of Piltover. She was going to offer you a new chance at life, dear, for you to be more than the rabid dog you've become. I could not let her do that, oh no, tsk tsk tsk. You are worth far too much to be given to those sniveling worms in their ivory towers. That self righteous little bitch, what does she know? So young, so smart, so egotistical, so very narrow minded, so very stupid. She thinks she knows everything and everyone, and because she trusted you, her life is in my hands."
At this point, the Deceiver tittered lightly. She let out a sigh and cooed at Graves, "That's right, my magic is still entrenched in her being. If at any point you do something I do not like, and I will know if you do, she dies a very slow, very painful, very amusing death. Or I could be creative, the Sigils are quite malleable in the sense of what they are capable of. You are most likely going to be angry, amazingly so, beyond recognition, and that's the Graves I want. Instead of just being focused on Twisted Fate, I want you to have that raw anger aimed at everything and everyone. I want my rabid dog on a leash, ready to snap and bite at anyone and anything I let it loose on. Unlike a rabid dog though, you know who holds your leash."
She reached down and lifted Graves' head, whispering to him softly. "By the time I'm done with you, you will kill Caitlyn just because I tell you to."
With that, LeBlanc got up and reached into the air. From it, she withdrew a large satchel that rang and jingled with the sound of metal. She tossed it onto the ground. "Call me a loon, but I always found it humorous that outlaws depicted in some forms of entertainment to carry around large satchels of stolen goods as though that was the best way to carry one's money. The value of five thousand coins is in there. Buy yourself a new arm, go to Zaun, go to Piltover, go to the moon, I don't care. By next week I expect you to be in this room, ready for service."
The sound of her heels clicking on the ground, growing quieter with every step was heard as she walked away. As LeBlanc walked, she started to sing some song that grow progressively softer until she disappeared.
"What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know...goes away...in the end...And you could have it all...my empire of dirt...I would let you down...I would make...you...hurt..."
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