Shaco's muscles were becoming more and more strained as he stretched as far as he could towards the table. He had no idea where this would get him, but it was the only lead he had as of yet. And by all means, he was going to take this lead.
Shaco's hand brushed up against the table leg, another painful teaser of how close he was. Shaco grunted, then extended his arm once again. Just a few more inches... the Jester thought, his eyes crinkling and his jaw tightening.
At last, his grip wrapped around the table leg. A few seconds later, his other hand joined its partner. Shaco breathed a sigh of relief. He looked over at Leblanc, grinning sheepishly, then tugging as hard as he could.
The table skidded a few feet forward, then, due to too much force being applied to pulling the leg, it started to tip over. Shaco realized what was happening too late. He tried as hard as he could to push the table n the other direction to make it upright, but to no avail.
Crash! The wooden table broke apart on top of Shaco, sending sawdust flying in all directions. Some of this dust became caught in Shaco's eyes, making them tear up. However, this was the least of his worries, as he was being crushed by the remains of a table, which was heavier than it had first appeared.
Shaco let out a low groan, kicking a broken off tale leg across the room with his free left foot. The rest of his body was trapped under the table. ,Um...if you could be so kind, matron..." Shaco grunted, his voice becoming muffled by the table part obstructing his face. "It would be very kind of you...cough! to perhaps give me a hint?" Shaco spoke through gritted teeth, pausing to cough out some sawdust which had fallen into his throat.
"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?)"
"Je suis tout à fait bien, ma délicieuse petite araignée. Je ne savais pas que vous étiez l'aise dans la langue ancienne du Noxus. Très interessant!"
The table squeaked closer to the two deceitful women, a pot of tea now readied and already brewed rested on the table. LeBlanc reached over and grabbed at the air, bringing a cup into existence. She placed it closer to Elise and repeated the same motion, grabbing her own cup. "Now then, what sort of tea would you enjoy, dear? Green, black, fruit, perhaps a sprinkle of children?" She tittered at her own little attempt of a joke. "Talk, talk, tell me what you desire, dear."
((I am quite well, my delicious little spider. I did not know you were fluent in the ancient language of Noxus. Very interesting!"))
"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."
LeBlanc grinned at the gypsy. She tilted her head and crooned at him, "And what, pray tell, do you gain from telling me any of this? From divining this? What is your gain from all of this, dear?" The Deceiver leaned towards Fate, "Tell me dear, do you know who I am?"
The Deceiver tapped her staff on the ground, "I mean, really know who I am?"
Shaco's muscles were becoming more and more strained as he stretched as far as he could towards the table. He had no idea where this would get him, but it was the only lead he had as of yet. And by all means, he was going to take this lead.
Shaco's hand brushed up against the table leg, another painful teaser of how close he was. Shaco grunted, then extended his arm once again. Just a few more inches... the Jester thought, his eyes crinkling and his jaw tightening.
At last, his grip wrapped around the table leg. A few seconds later, his other hand joined its partner. Shaco breathed a sigh of relief. He looked over at Leblanc, grinning sheepishly, then tugging as hard as he could.
The table skidded a few feet forward, then, due to too much force being applied to pulling the leg, it started to tip over. Shaco realized what was happening too late. He tried as hard as he could to push the table n the other direction to make it upright, but to no avail.
Crash! The wooden table broke apart on top of Shaco, sending sawdust flying in all directions. Some of this dust became caught in Shaco's eyes, making them tear up. However, this was the least of his worries, as he was being crushed by the remains of a table, which was heavier than it had first appeared.
Shaco let out a low groan, kicking a broken off tale leg across the room with his free left foot. The rest of his body was trapped under the table. ,Um...if you could be so kind, matron..." Shaco grunted, his voice becoming muffled by the table part obstructing his face. "It would be very kind of you...cough! to perhaps give me a hint?" Shaco spoke through gritted teeth, pausing to cough out some sawdust which had fallen into his throat.
"Absolutely!" LeBlanc laughed. "All it will cost, is one of the following, dear: Cut out your tongue, pick out your eye, or..."
The Deceiver slammed her staff into the ground. Instead of hitting the floor, it passed through it. Out of thin air, her staff thundered and slammed down mere millimeters away from Shaco's groin.
"Give me the jack in your box."
Magical energy crackled for a moment, then disappeared. "Tick. Tock, dear. Tick. Tock."
Post by spiderqueen on Jan 31, 2013 13:32:40 GMT -5
"Je suis tout à fait bien, ma délicieuse petite araignée. Je ne savais pas que vous étiez l'aise dans la langue ancienne du Noxus. Très interessant!"
The table squeaked closer to the two deceitful women, a pot of tea now readied and already brewed rested on the table. LeBlanc reached over and grabbed at the air, bringing a cup into existence. She placed it closer to Elise and repeated the same motion, grabbing her own cup. "Now then, what sort of tea would you enjoy, dear? Green, black, fruit, perhaps a sprinkle of children?" She tittered at her own little attempt of a joke. "Talk, talk, tell me what you desire, dear."
"Quand vous êtes aussi vieux qu'I, mon beau trompeur, vous apprennent quelques choses." (When you're as old as I, my beautiful Deceiver, you learn a few things) "Though.. I am sure you can relate to the yourself" The Spider Queen mused in return.
Elise simply chuckled lightly at the sprinkle of children joke. "My dear, that is not too far from the truth" She replied, the playful smirk still gracing her lips. "Black, would be fine." She then said, allowing her claws to continue to drum on the chair
"I am afraid my desires will remain secret for now, can't ruin the surprise now can I?" The smirk seemed to widen slightly "So, tell me, how has the Black Rose been? I trust they are growing, yes?"
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 13:35:49 GMT -5 by spiderqueen
Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 31, 2013 22:39:46 GMT -5
Twisted Fate returned the grin as a facade to hide the slight feeling of uneasiness he was beginning to feel, "Why cheri, is it so wrong fer' a gentlemen to warn a fair lady such as yer'self of possible horrors that might beset them?" He explained before adding, "Unless of course' the fair lady wishes to tip me fer' my services. It would be appreciated ta' say the least."
The Cardmaster paused for a moment considering Leblanc's question, "You know as well as Ah that a magician never reveals his or her secrets. Otherwise, there would be no show fer' the audience!" It was a rather vague way of him saying that he knew who she really was, but did not feel the need to say it......
......or maybe this was just a really good bluff.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 22:40:20 GMT -5 by The Cardmaster
Shaco groaned, it was almost the same exact sound he made on the Fields when slain by an enemy champion. He tried to push the table up, but it would not budge. He glanced over at Leblanc's side of the room. Why in the world couldn't he just walk over there?
Obviously the matron's magic was dealing some part in it, but she was literally a few feet from his precise location. It would be so simple, five steps, and then a kiss...well, the last part might not be simple, but it was life or death for Shaco. No matter how little he wanted to do that to the Deceiver, he couldn't choose to die instead.
Shaco heaved the table with one final push, and was rewarded with the resounding sound of the table slamming down on the floor. Shaco stood up, and brushed the sawdust off of himself, then took a step towards the matron. He took another step, then just when he realized he had actually moved, he was promptly moved back to his original spot.
Shaco burst out laughing. Of course! He was considered the most insane person in Valoran. While he did admit he was crazy, he didn't want to claim such a title. However, this puzzle was based around his insanity. If he believed that he could reach Leblanc, he would. The moment he doubted himself was the moment he was sent back.
"I am coming deary!" Shaco mused, then closed his eyes and took five steps forward, then stopped. He could hear the matron breathe in front of him. Shaco puckered his lips, opened one of his eyes, and planted his lips upon the Deceiver's.
Quand vous êtes aussi vieux qu'I, mon beau trompeur, vous apprennent quelques choses." (When you're as old as I, my beautiful Deceiver, you learn a few things) "Though.. I am sure you can relate to the yourself" The Spider Queen mused in return.
Elise simply chuckled lightly at the sprinkle of children joke. "My dear, that is not too far from the truth" She replied, the playful smirk still gracing her lips. "Black, would be fine." She then said, allowing her claws to continue to drum on the chair
"I am afraid my desires will remain secret for now, can't ruin the surprise now can I?" The smirk seemed to widen slightly "So, tell me, how has the Black Rose been? I trust they are growing, yes?"
The Deceiver tapped the teapot, the smell of black tea would permeate one's nostrils quickly enough. LeBlanc nodded at Elise's question, "They are growing at a slow, steady pace, dear. I prefer it most in such a way. Patience is a virtue, after all." She smiled and rolled her hand towards the spider queen, "And how is your brood? Still growing in number?"
Twisted Fate returned the grin as a facade to hide the slight feeling of uneasiness he was beginning to feel, "Why cheri, is it so wrong fer' a gentlemen to warn a fair lady such as yer'self of possible horrors that might beset them?" He explained before adding, "Unless of course' the fair lady wishes to tip me fer' my services. It would be appreciated ta' say the least."
The Cardmaster paused for a moment considering Leblanc's question, "You know as well as Ah that a magician never reveals his or her secrets. Otherwise, there would be no show fer' the audience!" It was a rather vague way of him saying that he knew who she really was, but did not feel the need to say it......
......or maybe this was just a really good bluff.
LeBlanc raised an eyebrow. She smiled sweetly at the Cardmaster. "A tip for your tip?" She nodded, "I agree. I will tip you for your tip."
Her eyes narrowed, her voice sounded like steel nails scratching across a chalkboard in rapid succession. Fate's eyes would start to blister and boil as though he were staring at the sun for hours on end. "I assure you, Cardmaster, that you do not, know, LeBlanc."
In a moment, all these sensations faded as she curtsied towards him. "Thank you for your time, dear. Door's behind you, tah tah!"
Shaco groaned, it was almost the same exact sound he made on the Fields when slain by an enemy champion. He tried to push the table up, but it would not budge. He glanced over at Leblanc's side of the room. Why in the world couldn't he just walk over there?
Obviously the matron's magic was dealing some part in it, but she was literally a few feet from his precise location. It would be so simple, five steps, and then a kiss...well, the last part might not be simple, but it was life or death for Shaco. No matter how little he wanted to do that to the Deceiver, he couldn't choose to die instead.
Shaco heaved the table with one final push, and was rewarded with the resounding sound of the table slamming down on the floor. Shaco stood up, and brushed the sawdust off of himself, then took a step towards the matron. He took another step, then just when he realized he had actually moved, he was promptly moved back to his original spot.
Shaco burst out laughing. Of course! He was considered the most insane person in Valoran. While he did admit he was crazy, he didn't want to claim such a title. However, this puzzle was based around his insanity. If he believed that he could reach Leblanc, he would. The moment he doubted himself was the moment he was sent back.
"I am coming deary!" Shaco mused, then closed his eyes and took five steps forward, then stopped. He could hear the matron breathe in front of him. Shaco puckered his lips, opened one of his eyes, and planted his lips upon the Deceiver's.
LeBlanc's right eye twitched for a moment. She had gotten what she wanted, but the taste...This was for the greater good, but this filth had effectively, defiled her. She was going to enjoy what happened next far more than she should.
A surge of magical energy blitzed out from her, latching onto Shaco as she pulled back, her dark violet lipstick smearing on his lips. She smiled at him as she took a few steps away from him, "There. You have completed your third task."
Post by spiderqueen on Feb 3, 2013 18:30:45 GMT -5
The Deceiver tapped the teapot, the smell of black tea would permeate one's nostrils quickly enough. LeBlanc nodded at Elise's question, "They are growing at a slow, steady pace, dear. I prefer it most in such a way. Patience is a virtue, after all." She smiled and rolled her hand towards the spider queen, "And how is your brood? Still growing in number?"
"Indeed my dear it is quite easy to manipulate people these days.. though I don't have to tell you that" Elise took the tea pot and filled her cup with tea before taking a sip. "For conjuring things from thin air, this is quite delicious" She said with that ever so presence, eerie smile. "I assume the Grand General is doing well?"
Indeed my dear it is quite easy to manipulate people these days.. though I don't have to tell you that" Elise took the tea pot and filled her cup with tea before taking a sip. "For conjuring things from thin air, this is quite delicious" She said with that ever so presence, eerie smile. "I assume the Grand General is doing well?"
"He's quite well. He has a little event planned in Noxus, 'the Butchering'. A little stadium event, vermin slaughtered for the pleasure of the crowd and a few odd surprises here and there. Otherwise nothing overtly spectacular, just him being him, dear." LeBlanc took a sip of her tea and reclined more into her chair. "Has anyone of interest caught your eye lately, Queen of Spiders?"
Shaco spat on the floor in disgust.At least that is over... He looked up at the Deceiver after she had finished speaking. "Does this mean I get to discover Riven's weakness? Because if so, I have a little info for you."
Shaco grinned, picking up a discarded table leg, examining it, then tossing it behind him, knocking over a few books off of a nearby shelf. "On my way to Zaun a couple of days ago, I spotted Riven, the Battlemistress, and another woman plotting something outside of Noxus."
"Surely this can't be coincidence?" Shaco asked gleefully, bursting out into laughter. "I think Riven is going to come back to her home once and for all! This should make my next task a lot more convenient, correct?"
((I assume the canonical date of this interaction is before Riven's speech in Noxus. If I am wrong about this, I'll change it later.))
Post by spiderqueen on Feb 3, 2013 23:12:19 GMT -5
"He's quite well. He has a little event planned in Noxus, 'the Butchering'. A little stadium event, vermin slaughtered for the pleasure of the crowd and a few odd surprises here and there. Otherwise nothing overtly spectacular, just him being him, dear." LeBlanc took a sip of her tea and reclined more into her chair. "Has anyone of interest caught your eye lately, Queen of Spiders?"
"Sounds delightful" Elise mused, taking another sip of her tea, crossing her legs. "People of interest.. whatever do you mean dear?" Elise mused with a smile
Post by The Cardmaster on Feb 4, 2013 16:27:36 GMT -5
Twisted Fate did not need to be told twice when it was his time to leave. The sensations were unnecessary, but only proved the deceiver's point. The gypsy tipped his hat and made his hasty exit not wanting to see the extent of Leblanc's power. However, after he left the room Leblanc would hear him say.
Post by The Deceiver on Apr 12, 2013 3:22:59 GMT -5
Elise
"He's doing quite well indeed," LeBlanc affirmed. The Deceiver gave a hard stare at Elise, her tone lowering. "Why so curious about him, mm? Are you plotting to whisk him away from me, Elise, darling?"
She leaned closer towards the woman, her eyes seemingly bristling with a slight tint of violet magic. "That is your most insidious plan, is it not? To wine and dine me, then to dine on me. I should have known." LeBlanc threw herself back onto her chair, her hand came up and clapped her forehead. She bemoaned aloud. "Oh! Alas and woe! And there is not a thing I can do!"
The Deceiver instantly burst into a fit of laughter, seemingly content with her joke, and resumed her usual demeanor of grace and charm. She took a sip of tea and twirled her free hand in the air towards Elise. "And you? How does your god fare?"
Elise couldn't help but chuckle at LeBlanc's display, sipping her tea again afterwards. "Dear, you certainly know how to entertain a guest." She replied, that same unearthly smile gracing her lips as piercing red eyes met LeBlanc's. "I actually have business to discuss with Swain, which was the reason for my curiosity." Elise then simply nodded towards LeBlanc as she was questioned about her spider God.
"He is rather well, the steady influx of people seem to please him." Elise replied with a smirk. "Which in turn prolongs my immortality, and the cycle continues." Elise then added, sipping more of her tea. "I have a question, if you would indulge me, darling." Elise sat her tea aside and leaned forward a bit, her back legs twitching slightly as she did so. Resting her elbows on her knee and folding her hands together, she rested her chin on her folded hands and grinned slightly.
"Would you accompany me for an outing? I would much like to get better acquainted with you"
Post by The Deceiver on Apr 20, 2013 17:40:21 GMT -5
LeBlanc seemed to have suddenly sunk into a trance of deep thought. Her cup of tea gently rested against her lips, the steam slowly wafting upwards. She placed it on her plate, a smile spreading across her face. "If I were to say yes, where would you like to go, dear? You are the one inviting me, after all. I would be a Noxian diplomat, under your care. So..."
The Deceiver clicked her tongue. The table cloth started to tear itself apart, folding into its own cloth and then ripping until it resembled a finely woven spider's web. "Entice me."
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