Darius eyes swam with a bloodlust, as the battlemaidens stood lined up in a neat little row. He began to pace, slowly forward, dragging the hook of his axe in the ground so that crunching stone could be heard - grinding as he walked toward them "this IS your address ladies... You have the hands attention -" he heaved his axe up over his head, bringing it down only feet from the gaggle of girls and sending a shockwave through the cobble as his weapon took impact "- SO SHAKE."
He heaved himself forward, choking up on the head of the massive executioner as he stood abrasively close - prying his axe from the ground and taking an open armed stance, inviting an attack "come now..." He offered a sinister smile and heaving palm to Riven, "...you can sit next to me at Dinner."
Shaco spat on the ground with disgust. "DINNER?" Shaco exclaimed. Of all of the ridiculous things Swain could have done, inviting them to dinner was by far the most extreme. "Unbelievable. You don't negotiate over dinner! You-"
The Jester stopped himself. This was an opportunity to get within the belly of the beast! He could snoop around Darkbourne Hold, and possibly find out what Noxus was after. At the very least, he could chew his food with his mouth open just to spite Swain.
Shaco smilied. "Forgive me. Forget those past words, I accept your gracious invitation, General." Shaco bowed, then returned to his full height, waiting for the responses of the rest.
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Jan 23, 2013 19:29:59 GMT -5
Talon was content to do nothing more than watch the scene unfold, his use and tolerance for words and politics significantly lower than most. It was only when Vladimir made his presence known that his demeanor shifted immediately to a restrained look of vicious hatred and anger. With his jaw clenched and his teeth grinding as Riven questioned him, he turned to tear the spiteful glare from Vladimir and let it rest upon the aging man's invitation. Darius' every word and boastful action had been muted to his ears, only just now taking note of him while he spat a response to Swain's offer.
"If the old man wishes to wave his shiny weapons around to frighten the people, then why not let him wave his words about as well. We speak here or we do not speak." His tone was ice while his eyes bore angrily into the Tactician's own, blade arm shaking as he gripped the handle of his weapon to keep from making a mistake. Bringing Vladimir was no doubt something that had been consciously decided specifically to drive him to making a mistake, but he was not so unskilled to let it happen. Their time would come, eventually.
Though his thoughts raced, his body began to react calmly, stepping forward to occupy Sivir's side, suspecting that the unknown woman traveling with them would take her own station aside Riven. As he came to a stop, his arms crossed shooting Vlad one last cursory glance.
"It would seem that my associates do not wish to join you for dinner, Tactician." Riven glanced to Swain before her eyes took another quick tour around the area, touching upon the Raedsel Guard, Vladimir, and, of course, Darius. "And, your associates seem quite keen on posturing." Her eyes swept back to meet Swain's ignoring Darius for the moment, as well as his outstretched hand. She hadn't taken notice of Shaco until he made his presence known with his voice. What did the joker assassin hope to accomplish here? Did he think this cause was some kind of joke? Whatever the case, she wasn't going to question him. She needed to respond.
"Whatever you feel you must say, Tactician, you can say here, face to face, in front of Noxus. I have not shied away from my words, or what I have come here to say, and I shall not discuss it behind closed doors. The Noxian people have a right to know what their government is doing." She adjusted her blade on her shoulder and her gaze continued, unwavering. "There will be no back-alley discussions with me, here. Speak what you have to say to my face, in front of the people you claim to lead with honorable intentions."
Atop a lone building near the crowd the shadow of a young woman crouched down, her gaze upon the masses gathering and the events unfolding with a stilled breath each time more seemed to occur. Violet eyes wandered each figure with interest, studying movement and behavior from afar with her middle and index finger pinched within the edges of the torn kimono to grasp upon a select origami should she require the need of such.
Why is she here? She could take this opportunity to run from the tightened grip that Talon held about her throat. Her life spared by letting him fall to whatever plans he had plotted. Take a chance at freedom, and be the song bird he named her after. But still she remained with slender muscles loose and the edge of her mind sharpened with senses ignited in preparation for disastrous outcomes. Her finger tips pressed against the roof with her knees rested against her chest and ears listening intently to what conversation could be made out. The louder were clearly the more easily heard, but all seemed to speak loudly enough to be somewhat eavesdropped on. She didn't dare get too close to be noticed, keeping her distance in case her own plans would require initiation. Particularly those pertaining to her teacher; to Talon.
Post by Adeptis Lune on Jan 23, 2013 20:08:38 GMT -5
Adeptis returned armored up, running with chains dragging after him, trying to seem like he's practicing. When he saw the crowd and heard the yelling, his thoughts went to one direction. He would not leave, but strength of mind would be the first battle here. So he would continue to pretend to run in the heavy iron armor. Truthfully, he could run faster than he actually did, but he didn't want to leave the place TOO quickly.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 23, 2013 20:24:33 GMT -5
Vladimir was unaware that Riven would be the earlier explained guest of honor. He kept his position next to Swain, deciding to stay quiet until spoken to, he was never into the politics of his homeland and decided to let his leader do the talking. He turned his attention to Darius as he revealed himself. "Brute" is all that would come to his mind when he saw the man. Then he turned his attention once again to Talon. Vlad's crimson eyes would then lock onto the young assassin's as he approached to stand beside Riven. Vladimir seemed to be anxious for something to happen. His bladed fingers tapping against his legs, one after the other.
"Stand down, dog" Sivir barked at Darius, eyes narrowed. Even though her voice struck the air, she made no move to attack. She simply sat there afterwards, following up on Riven's words. "Let Swain speak.."
Post by Thomas Greenfield on Jan 23, 2013 20:38:48 GMT -5
Upon seeing more champions enter the scene Thomas decided to step forward near the small group of champions before flashing his eyes a bright blue for a brief second summoning his blade, having it at the ready in case things were to go south. Until then however, he would listen.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 23, 2013 20:40:23 GMT -5
A laugh, low and wheezing at first, steadily grew in volume until the otherwise silent square rang with the cacophony of the Grand General's amusement. From his shoulder, Beatrice spread her wings to their full span, wider than her master's shoulders, and let out an ear-splitting shriek. This haunting duet echoed over the perfectly still crowd while Swain made a show of wiping his eyes, clearing his throat, regaining his composure.
"Forgive me. Your audacity is incredible. Although you wound me terribly with your refusal of my hospitality," he smirked, tilted his head to regard the rebel squad, "I will humor you for now. I merely thought you'd wish not to embarrass yourself further. You see, this is my state. And so I pose your own question back to you. What is your business here? To "expose the evil dictatorship?" Quaint. But I have nothing to hide. Pose a question and you shall receive an answer."
He folded his hands over his cane, assumed a dignified expression and awaited her reaction.
Shaco said nothing, but did not lower his shivs. Apparently he would have to wait to snoop around Darkbourne Hold...for now. He focused his attention on Swain. When he replied to Riven, Shaco was surprised. He seemed pretty passive towards this little band of rebels. Hopefully he could find out more information through this little interaction than he thought.
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Post by The Deceiver on Jan 23, 2013 20:49:36 GMT -5
"DEATH TO THE TYRANT!"
A man ran forward, brandishing a dagger. He took broad steps and screamed as he ran towards Swain.
A light whisper could be heard in the High General's ear, but no one else, Let him take six more steps before you let someone else intervene, dear. Be sure to keep the corpse and the head, I would hate for one of our members to be discarded so wastefully.
Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The man leapt into the air, hurtling at the chest of Swain with his weapon.
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2013 20:50:05 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 23, 2013 20:55:39 GMT -5
The raise of his eyebrows. A feigned look of surprise. Six steps. A vicious growl, a call-to-arms as the Grand General took an uneven step backwards to avoid the attacker, "Sion!"
An axe would come hurling out of one of the many carriages corralling the rebel band inside the square, landing dead straight into the chest of the assailant, breaking through skin, bone, and muscle leaving nothing but an open cavity exposing the steaming intestines and blood to the air. The force of the axe stopped the momentum of the leaping man dead in his tracks. "We can't have that now, can we?" The Juggernaut sauntered out of the carriage, then walked over to his axe and picked it up, licking the blood off it and grinning.
Post by The Deceiver on Jan 23, 2013 21:04:14 GMT -5
The assailant fell to the ground, gasping and choking on his own blood. He raised his dagger up and pointed it at Swain, dragging himself despite the axe. He vomited a torrent of crimson and fell faceforward. His final words were, "I'm sorry I failed you, Riven..."
His eyes went dull, and quickly enough, he was dead. How would the crowd react to such a spectacle, of a man dying in his attempt to attack Swain, apologizing to their so called savior for his failure?
Several more men stepped forward, yelling and pointing at the corpse of their fallen comrade. LeBlanc's whisper echoed through Swain's ears once more, Let them act the dissident role. Watch them grow angrier, but those six men you see? Remember their faces. They will serve Noxus. Use them as you please, dear.
The men brandished their weapons and advanced towards Sion, yelling about avenging their fallen comrade. A riot was going to inevitably start, and sooner rather than later.
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