Though the wing of the castle was doubtlessly intended to impress, its designs had depressingly little impact on Renekton. It reminded him far too much of his home back on his own world, presented with a subtle kind of resplendence and civility. Could this have been some scheme by the General already? An attempt to bond that wicked mask of civility to his latest prize seemed well within the scope of Swain's scheming; Renekton's soul-searching gaze had informed him of that much.
Of all the abilities that Renekton wielded, his piercing vision proved easily his most useful in this world of Runeterra. Few could hope to hide their true intentions from the unforgiving gaze of the Butcher; those assigned to guard the entrance to the castle wing had a definite urge to forcefully deal with their otherworldly visitor; the sadistic clown from the Institute had sought chaos and mayhem. Swain, though, was proving somewhat troubling to read. The man sought dominion over at least this world, yes, but how much further would he desire to extend his reach? And that bird...that accursed bird, was definitely not what it appeared on the surface. A hideous, alien intelligence emanated from the fowl, sending a particular itch through the demigod's scales.
"Shall I give you a tour?" asked the girl by his side, drawing Renekton back into the present; he had almost forgotten that she was there. Then again, she had been easier to read than any of the tomes used by the novices he allowed access to the Great Library. Her dedication was almost solely to her master, Swain, and to her city-state. For all intents and purposes, Renekton regarded her as almost entirely harmless and insignificant.
"Very well," Renekton rumbled as his gaze swept the chambers again, searching for any stand-out details. "Your master would likely have it thus, and so it shall be. One would do well to acquaint themselves with their new, I suppose..."
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 27, 2013 23:19:46 GMT -5
The girl bowed her head respectfully and strode into the grand hall. There was indeed an air of devotion about her, to her State? To her General? To her duties? Perhaps the demigod did not deign to make a distinction. There was no malice in her voice, that was true, no ulterior motive when she spoke, "This way, my lord."
Her dainty steps passed by the high-backed chairs, by the ornate fireplace and back towards the hall. "The living space, of course. Reading, if it pleases you." She gestured to the bookshelf. "Upstairs, my lord, the master bedroom has been prepared. Your personal staff will arrive in the morning. And here--" she stepped into the hall, flicking on an oil lamp and pushing open each of the heavy doors, explaining each room in turn, "Your dining room, your smoking lounge, your personal pantry--which shall be stocked according to your preferences--your bathroom and," she threw open the final door. A grand marble-floored room opened before her, the outside wall of which was almost entirely made of glass. An incredible view of Noxus stretched out before them. "The sun room."
The maid then turned towards Renekton, awaiting his reaction, his further instruction. She kept her eyes, as always, trained upon the carpet.
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Renekton was somewhat bemused by the stately accommodations that were provided for him, even more so as he was led onward through the suite. He was steadily getting the impression that the wing of the keep was likely used when more important guests of Grand Generals past and present presided over diplomatic issues while in Noxus. Some of the side-chambers held little meaning to Renekton, only furthering his supposition. He would have little use for the shelves of books that were supplied, and the purpose that his 'staff' would have eluded even him.
Smoking...lounge? the demigod idly wondered, his mind beginning to stray towards one of his old favorite pass-times: the impending destruction of his treacherous brother. It was an impetus to him through his years of captivity by the League's whims, it would serve to sustain him through the coming week of seclusion. Memories of home swam to the surface of Renekton's mind as he mentally zoned out the assistant. That was, until the final chamber in the impromptu tour was reached.
"The sun room," the maid informed him from his side, though Renekton barely heard her; the resultant tempest of reminiscence had all but entirely blotted out all else around him. The mental shift would not have been entirely evident to the casual observer; a slight stiffening in the demigod's disposition, a minor dilation of his pupils, and a somewhat perceptible tightening of his immense jaw were all that a wary eye could have picked out.
How long had it been since he had last strode across the floor of the Great Library's tower, not so different from this very chamber? How much time had passed since he began his hunt across time and space? His homeworld had likely changed in the years of his absence, and he had departed in the midst of a war, no less. Who had triumphed? Had his fellows survived the trials of warfare without their kind's greatest warrior to lead them towards their true purpose? Questions and memories of all sorts continued to flood Renekton's mind as he slowly strode further into the room, at last stopping near the clear walls at its edge.
"Leave me," the great demigod rumbled after a time, staring intently out over the cityscape stretched out before him. He had much to think about now that he was to be settled.
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 31, 2013 2:30:39 GMT -5
Vivien bowed her head respectfully, her dainty hands clasped before her. "Yes, my lord. I shall have your dinner delivered. If you have need of me at any time, you need only ring the bell in the bedchamber." With that, she turned on her heel, her long hair sweeping behind her, and hurried from the wing.
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