Post by malcolmgraves on Jan 21, 2013 2:03:07 GMT -5
Graves was awake. He just silently listened to the fucking Deceiver. He would never kill Cait. There is somebody he is going to kill. One week is enough time to get some planning done. After getting a arm, time to go to Noxus. I got two sights in mind.
Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 21, 2013 23:51:14 GMT -5
After Graves had left the scene, his "dear friend" cautiously entered the room. Destiny had informed Twisted Fate through her methods, and The Cardmaster decided to perhaps act on that information. Since he was on such good terms with the Deceiver, of course he thinks this with just about any woman, he would inform her of Graves' plan. Of course whether Leblanc choose to believe him was an entirely different story. He looked around the room not seeing Leblanc so he remained cautious of her, "Leblanc, are ya' in, cheri?"
Shaco entered the room, holding the recording crystal triumphantly above his head. "I have returned, matron! Your challenge has been accomplished!" Shaco exclaimed, putting the crystal down on the table. "What is my next challenge? Please, give it to m-" Shaco looked around the room, where Leblanc was nowhere to be found. The Jester sighed, and sat down at the table, waiting for The Deceiver to appear.
Noticing The Card Master, Shaco turned his attention towards him. "Hey, uh, sorry about that little misunderstanding back in Zaun..." Shaco sheepishly apologized. "So, you waiting for Leblanc too?"
Last Edit: Jan 22, 2013 22:02:29 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 23, 2013 19:56:22 GMT -5
Twisted Fate and Shaco would find themselves suddenly divided as a wall shot forth out of nowhere and split them apart. In front of both of them, the image of LeBlanc appeared.
Fate's LeBlanc smiled and bowed to him, "Hello Fate, darling, mon petite beau fleur, what brings you to my little corner of the world?"
Shaco's LeBlanc snapped her fingers and made the crystal disappear. "I...can't believe you got him to laugh. I thought him incapable since he is a rock and all, but you have proven me wrong."
She gave the jester a grin before continuing. "My next task, has several conditions. You must not be caught, your intentions cannot be found, your reasons cannot be told, and you must discover Riven's weakness. A way to make her completely shatter."
The Deceiver sighed and shook her head, her tone morose. "But even I would find such a task impossible. I am sorry dear, let me find another one that you would be more capable of accomplishing..." She let the last few words linger in the air.
Shaco folded his arms in protest. "What do you mean, I can't complete that task?" he spat out. "I can find out Riven's weakness perfectly fine, thank you very much!"
This is where the game would take a turn in Shaco's favor. He knew that Riven was stirring up rebel support against the Noxian High Command. He would take this opportunity to inform her of Swain releasing Renekton. Then the game would unravel from there. The Institute, and other city states would back Riven's cause, and it was doubtful that Leblanc could do anything to stop him.
"I accept this challenge. Let me find Riven's weakness." Shaco demanded, grinning from ear to ear.
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 23, 2013 21:35:23 GMT -5
"Mm, no...it's much too hard to do such a thing. This game must be fair and I know you are not adept enough to accomplish such a task." LeBlanc sighed, "Let me think of another task for you...Your next task, will be to press your lips, upon mine."
The Deceiver grinned and walked over to a chair. "Yes, this shall be your next task. I will not move from this spot. I am, in fact, real. You must get from there, to here, and reach me. I will give you three minutes in order to solve this puzzle. If you are able to accomplish this task, I will see you fit to seek Riven. If you fail, you will die."
If Shaco tried walking, running, leaping, anything that involved him moving from one spot to the next, he would find himself essentially staying in one place. Speed, distance, it didn't matter anymore, try as he might, if he just ran, he would not gain a single inch of ground. There was a trick here, and he had to figure it out.
((Three minutes is just to make it sound dramatic. Take the time you need.))
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2013 21:35:49 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Shaco smiled. "It would be an honor, matron." Shaco bowed, then proceeded to walk to the chair in which Leblanc was sitting in. After a few seconds, Shaco hadn't moved from his original location.
That's odd... Shaco thought, puzzled. He hadn't moved a single inch. He tried running, and still, no result was achieved. After much trial and error of this, Shaco realized he couldn't move.
I see... Shaco examined his surroundings. He didn't see anything he could use to pull the chair over to him. He held his shivs in his hands. No...these won't be of any use... The clock was ticking. Beads of sweat formed under The Jester's hat, intensifying the scenario. He glanced at Leblanc. Hmmm... Shaco thought, obviously stumped.
Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 23, 2013 23:08:48 GMT -5
Twisted Fate and Shaco would find themselves suddenly divided as a wall shot forth out of nowhere and split them apart. In front of both of them, the image of LeBlanc appeared.
Fate's LeBlanc smiled and bowed to him, "Hello Fate, darling, mon petite beau fleur, what brings you to my little corner of the world?"
Twisted Fate smiled giving a slight bow and then tipping his hat, "A little warnin' fer' ya' Leblanc. Ah see ya' done made Graves yer' pet by trickin' him. Well from mah personal experience that ain't a good idea." He explained before adding, "Ah hope ya' have a leash of steel ta' contain him with. Cause' he can get madder than a whipped mule."
He then took a few tarot cards from his belt, "Now fer' mah second message. ...ya' wouldn't happen ta' have a map would ya?"
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2013 0:38:53 GMT -5 by The Cardmaster
Shaco gritted his teeth. The mocking tone of The Deceiver was not making this challenge easier. He scanned the room one more time, then saw the table on which he originally put the recording crystal on. Shaco raised an eyebrow, examining the table as best as he could without moving closer to the table. He stroked his chin, the sweat pouring down faster.
Twisted Fate and Shaco would find themselves suddenly divided as a wall shot forth out of nowhere and split them apart. In front of both of them, the image of LeBlanc appeared.
Fate's LeBlanc smiled and bowed to him, "Hello Fate, darling, mon petite beau fleur, what brings you to my little corner of the world?"
Twisted Fate smiled giving a slight bow and then tipping his hat, "A little warnin' fer' ya' Leblanc. Ah see ya' done made Graves yer' pet by trickin' him. Well from mah personal experience that ain't a good idea." He explained before adding, "Ah hope ya' have a leash of steel ta' contain him with. Cause' he can get madder than a whipped mule."
He then took a few tarot cards from his belt, "Now fer' mah second message. ...ya' wouldn't happen ta' have a map would ya?"
"Darling, I will be absolutely, positively sure, to take in your warning." The Deceiver tilted her head and stared at Fate. One could almost hear her curiosity as she asked, "...A map? Why would you ever need a map?"
Shaco gritted his teeth. The mocking tone of The Deceiver was not making this challenge easier. He scanned the room one more time, then saw the table on which he originally put the recording crystal on. Shaco raised an eyebrow, examining the table as best as he could without moving closer to the table. He stroked his chin, the sweat pouring down faster.
Post by spiderqueen on Jan 30, 2013 18:21:18 GMT -5
Elise's pointed stiletto's clicked absently against the hollowed stone as she entered the Deceivers domain, looking around at the lavishly decorated decor, a playful smirked graced her lips. Her piercing red eyes slid across the room.. no sign of LeBlanc, but of course she would not be out in the open.. they did not call her the Deceiver for no reason. "LeBlanc darling, I wish a word with you" Elise spoke, as she shawshayed over to the middle of the room, having a seat in one of the lavished chairs, her back legs twitching absentmindedly as the repositioned themselves.
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 30, 2013 18:35:02 GMT -5
The opposing seat to Elise would squeak and move to better situate itself in front of the spider queen.
"But of course, dear. Tea? Hors d'oeuvres? Anything that tickles your fancy, dear?"
The Deceiver stepped out from Elise's shadow and walked past her as though LeBlanc had been here the entire time. She took her seat and smiled at the Spider Queen, "What brings you to my little part of the world, mm?"
Post by spiderqueen on Jan 30, 2013 18:45:55 GMT -5
"My my dear.. aren't you the one with fancy entrances" Elise said, the playful smirk was still on her face "Oh no reason entirely, and tea, please." She said, drumming her claws against the chair as she spoke "So tell me darling, commet allez-vous? (How do you do?)"
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2013 18:46:28 GMT -5 by spiderqueen
Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 30, 2013 23:11:15 GMT -5
"Fer' persuasion purposes, but it ain't necessary." Twisted Fate said before taking the first card off the deck, "Ah'm positive ya' know of the events that are occurin' here recently. N' like any fortune teller Ah of course went and made a couple predictions, with a few nudges from Destiny." He said as he picked up and revealed the first card to the Deceiver. It was the tarot card of the hermit, "Ah reckon' this represents Ionia, n' Ah think they'll most likely stay out of the fight unless ya' do somethin' so horrible that ya' draw them in. Ah think they would much rather stay out of the fight then join in if they could avoid it."
With a simple flick the card disappeared, the next card he revealed was the tarot card of Justice, "Ah this must be Demacia, given how they brag bout' their justice system n' all that Strict with their laws n' what not, but they will pursue Noxus in whatever manner of combat ya' seek ta' engage them in.. However." he began as a second card slid from behind the first revealing the tarot card of the Tower, "If they are not careful...then they might bring upon their own endin'
The tarot card of justice disappeared, leaivng only the tarot card of the Tower, "Then there be Noxus, now granted ya'all ain't a bunch of sissies, but Ah reckon' if ya' don't change yer' ways...Ah' can't say ya'all be safe fer' long. After all the tower predicts one's own downfall brought by their own makin'." The gypsy just shrugged before adding, "Course' what do Ah know Ah'm just a simple wanderin' man. Take it how ya' want."
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