Post by L.B. Briskes on Jan 27, 2014 18:20:45 GMT -5
March 15, 24 CLE
In the private office spaces, in a small corner office of the Institute of War, is the office of L.B. Briskes, creator of The Deep Ward Weekly. The floor is the same polished stone as the hallway, the furniture haphazardly chosen such that no two pieces seem from the same set, excepting a pair of small desks tucked into a corner. Lamps of various make and gilding, along with a large globe stand and a entire wall's worth of bookshelves and papers create an atmosphere of dusty study. The old wooden desk in the back room seems barren except for the shiny new nameplate that reads L.B. Briskes, Editor in Cheif.
Last Edit: Apr 15, 2014 0:11:30 GMT -5 by L.B. Briskes
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Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Jan 27, 2014 18:56:31 GMT -5
Being far away from Ionia surely felt weird for Ahri, not only was it her place of birth, but she also had a special, almost mystical bond with her Ionian homeland, almost like her soul was connected to the magical aura that is within the island itself. The Institute felt too isolated for her, the hallways were too dark for her taste... but she often had to come here to know more about the progress that the summoners are doing to give her the form she had always dreamed of. Alas, she predicted their answer which was not something that made Ahri happy; She even wondered if that dream will ever come true at all.
As she strolled down the empty hallways of the Institute, her amber eyes caught a rather odd paper that was hugging one of the tall brick walls. Her fluffy ears twitched as she held her ground and looked at it curiously before taking a closer look for inspection. Her eyes ran across the lines, and the more she read, the more her lips curved into a smile as she thought about the offer that was given in the paper. She pulled her head back and held her chin, thinking about it for a few minutes before she realised that it might be a great way for her to get closer to human society and understand it. Ahri snapped out of her dreamy thoughts, she ripped the paper off the wall and skipped towards the office of the man who left his name on it with an enthusiastic smile on her lovely face.
After getting lost in the hallways and asking the nervous summoners for directions, she finally found herself standing in front of the man's office. The Vixen stood straight, took a deep breath and... knocked quietly on the door... before busting in the office, holding the paper in her hand as she shouted with her energetic voice. "I'm here for the journalist offer!"
Post by L.B. Briskes on Jan 27, 2014 20:26:19 GMT -5
L.B. sat at his desk, looking down at the lonely scotch in front of him. It was single, solitary thing on his desk, well... besides his nameplate. It spoke to the paper that he'd only begun to not write, which wasn't sitting on the desk in front of him, and the prospective contributors who weren't lining up to meet with him. The empty space was a sharp contrast to the well stocked sideboard, proudly advertising a shining array of bottles and carafes, heretofore secreted away.
Good ol' scotch. L.B. nursed it lovingly, while running through lists of less and less desirable means to bring content into his paper and money into his pockets. Lost in thought, a surprise visitor caught him entirely off guard. When the door crashed open it was followed by two feet and more tails than he cared to count. After a momentary shock where he sat dumbly staring at the league champion who'd just invaded his office, he stood and snatched the paper from her hand, attempting to smooth it back out.
"You had to tear it off the wall didn't you. No, I'm not offering journalists for you to... charm. I'm looking for journalists. I have a paper for them to write, not that you'd understand."
He laid the paper out on his desk, running the thick bottomed tumbler over the edges as if to smooth them out. After it was quite clearly not working, he leveled a withering gaze at the champion standing in front of his desk and tried to change the subject.
"Well? Who would you know that can write in complete sentences?"
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Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Jan 27, 2014 20:40:53 GMT -5
Ahri's golden eyes looked around the office as she noticed the lack of furnitures; It was rather dull for her taste and seemed like it needed more life, more colours, mo- "Wha-" The vixen stood there, lost in her confusion as she did not quite understand what the man meant as he snatched away the paper from her poor hands. She was here for the journalist job after all, so why was he talking about charming other journalists if there are not any around? She scratched her dark hair with her pale and delicate fingers as her tails waved around left and right in a cute manner.
She tilted her head, still looking slightly confused when the man asked her if she knew anyone who could be a journalist. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know a lot of people due to the fact that most of them are kind of... scared of her. Her gaze shifted across his table as if she was searching for something. When a pen came to her vision, she smiled and grabbed it before she wrote down on the paper he took away from her "Hello! My name is Ahri! And I would like to be a journalist!". With that scribbled down on the paper, she tossed the pen in a random direction behind her and handed the paper back to him with a cheerful smile. "Here is the name of the journalist I recommend for you."
Post by L.B. Briskes on Jan 27, 2014 21:03:32 GMT -5
He watched with narrowed eyes as she grabbed his fourth favorite pen and scribbled all over his freshly smoothed poster. Whatever she wanted, he was quite sure he couldn't, or didn't want to provide, and he had a sinking feeling that his life might be in danger. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
He took the proffered paper cautiously, reading and glancing between it and this new applicant. Only applicant, he added to himself. Yet. Did she really know what she was asking for? This champion, formerly an animal without opposable thumbs, couldn't possibly... but then again. He looked at the neat handwriting on the note. At least she can write.
"And what kind of writing do you have in mind? I'm not really looking for a makeup advice, or dating tips column."
Last Edit: Jan 27, 2014 21:04:00 GMT -5 by L.B. Briskes
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Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Jan 27, 2014 21:24:21 GMT -5
"Dating advices? I have never been on a date before..." The kumiho scratched her hair with one of her snow white tails and tilted her head as she looked at the man while her tongue slightly stuck out. She softly giggled as she noticed the nervousness in his eyes but preferred not to mention it, maybe because it might make him even more paranoid than he already was.
She idly looked around the office once more as she thought of the things she could possibly bring to the table as a journalist, and once she knew how to give off a good impression, she snapped her fingers and looked back at the man with a cutesy smile. "I can always bring some lovely news from all around Valoran! It will give me a reason to travel around and get to know more about human society, and the more information I get and learn, the better your newspaper will be! Besides, you look like a man who do enjoy bathing in golden coins~"
Post by L.B. Briskes on Jan 27, 2014 22:59:51 GMT -5
Her empty headed expression and lolling tongue did little to boost his confidence, but L.B. listened, suppressing a knee jerk grimace. She was cute, too cute. Looking a gift horse in the mouth, while soothing, wasn't going to help. He needed stories, and with just one volunteer well... begging editors cant be choosers.
"Fine. I'll give you a chance. Pursue what you want, write what you want, and bring it to me. The rest is my job. If you can handle that, then we'll see. Maybe... Fox Tales... no, The Essence of... I'll think of something."
Walking over to the bar, he poured himself some more scotch and drew her a glass of seltzer water, and turning he offered it to her.
"Good luck, Journalist in Training."
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Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Jan 29, 2014 11:40:10 GMT -5
The excitement grew in her heart as she rapidly clapped her hands with a bright smile. She was glad that the man accepted her as a journalist and was eager to start writing and traveling around Runeterra to make new discoveries and learn about the stories that are going around beyond the Ionian boundaries.
After the burst of joy, she thought about her next destination; Maybe she should go to the majestic city of Demacia? Or maybe even to the terrifying confines of the Noxian territories! Without any second thoughts, she dashed out of the office knowing exactly where to start her journey without even asking the man's name.
Post by L.B. Briskes on Feb 10, 2014 20:46:45 GMT -5
The speed in which she disappeared match her sudden appearance. Just like that, she was gone. L.B. was left scratching his head, wondering what he had just unleashed. He downed both drinks, packing a bottle into his briefcase before locking up the office on his own. With seven days until Olivia would return from her own "vacation for sanity" he needed a story and he was going to get one.
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