Post by The Judicator on Apr 15, 2014 20:58:39 GMT -5
April 15, 24 CLE
Kayle's wings flapped hard against the wind as she soared over Runeterra. Her duties at the Institute had been complete for the time being, and the angel warrior actually had some free time on her hands for a change, which was rare. Kayle thought it would be a good idea to visit Demacia, at the Institute she had read all about the city, and it actually struck close to home for the Judicator.... perhaps she could seek residence. Kayle's hair whipped about as she flew, not wearing her helmet seeing as she wasn't going to need it. Finally, the rather large city came into view; Kayle stopped and hovered in the air for a moment as she gazed down upon it. Even it's looks reminded her of home...
Kayle descended down towards the East Gate and landed in front of it. The guards looked form one to other, but they instantly recognized the Judicator. "Is there anything we can do for you, Judicator?" One of them asked, finally summoning the courage to speak as Kayle approached them. Kayle looked at the two guards with an expressionless face and she nodded. "Yes, I would like to see Demacia." She said. One of the guards nodded and raised the gate for the angel to enter. Kayle gave a nod of thanks before stepping inside.
Once inside she looked around at all the buildings, it certainly was a vast city. Some bars were off to her right and she could make out a park in the distance, but for now, she headed towards the heart of the city. As Kayle passed the citizens of Demacia, nearly everyone of them stopped to stare... some in awe, some in fear. Whispers spread through people like wildfire, Kayle, however, paid no attention to them.
She stood in the heart of the city, and Lightshield Palace caught her eye. She knew of Jarvan Lightshield, the Prince of Demacia himself. She knew if anyone could set her up a place to live in Demacia, it would be him. Kayle began to walk towards the large palace when she was approached by a rather young girl of no more than eight. The girl stared up in awe at the eternal being, and Kayle stared back with indifference. "Are you an angel?" The girl asked. "If that is what you choose to classify me as... then yes, I am." Kayle replied. The girls eyes seemed to light up when she caught site of the Judicator's wings. "You're wings are really pretty!" She exclaimed, bouncing slightly on her feet.
Kayle's face did not change, however, she knelt down on one knee in front of the girl, stretching her wings forward. She reached over and plucked a single feather from one of her wings and handed it to the little girl. The girl smiled widely, as if she had just been handed the best present in her life. "You mean it?" She asked, taking the feather from Kayle. "I do." The Judicator replied, standing to her feet. "Sabrina!" a voice called from the crowd that had gathered around Kayle, unbeknownst to her. The little girl turned to see her mother and began to run off, but not before stopping to wave at Kayle. "By angel lady!" She said excitedly before going back to her mother. Kayle watched the little girl run off before looking around at the crowd around her. She simply walked on towards the palace, the crowd splitting for Kayle to pass.
Last Edit: Apr 15, 2014 22:02:18 GMT -5 by The Judicator
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 16, 2014 2:52:17 GMT -5
Tyrith stepped out of Alfreds smithy and into the street. He'd gotten well ahead of schedule and decided to take the rest of the day off. His flask was embedded in his hand, as it would be until he got to the tavern, and his white shirt and black pants swayed as he moved. He had his spear on his back, its blade pointed down to the ground at an angle. He decided to bring it with him since he would be looking to train in the room, or in case one of his fellow patrons at the tavern got out of line.
He glanced around as more people seemed to be whispering on the street than usual. 'Well, its seems like its not me. Probably more royal gossip,' he thinks to himself. He tilts his head back and takes a big drink, long enough to not see the large wings in front of him and bumps into Kayle. 'Oh crap!' he thinks, his mouth full. He swallows and turns Kayle, not knowing who she is... or why a woman would have wings. "Very sorry about that," he says as courteously as possible. "Wait... You have wings? You must be from the League. In that case I can't even express how embarrassed I am. My name is Tyrith, and I'm a temporary blacksmith here. If theres anything I can do to make this up to you, let me know."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Judicator on Apr 16, 2014 11:54:13 GMT -5
Kayle had continued to walk, her thoughts were else where... however, a bump against her armor shook her mind from them. She raised an eyebrow and watched as the man who bumped into her began to apologize. Kayle crossed her arms, he didn't seem all that important, so asking this felt like wasted breath, but it was worth a shot.
"I would like an audience with Prince Jarvan." Kayle said bluntly, staring at the man in front of her. When she asked to see the prince, the crowd around them whispered again, looking to one another. However, a glance from Kayle was enough to make most of them be quiet.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 16, 2014 16:09:23 GMT -5
Tyrith was stunned a bit by the woman before him. He cleared his throat, before continuing. "While I can't necessarily guarantee a visit with the prince, I can get you on the right path at the very least," he says. "Its not that I wouldn't if I could, but I don't have that kind of clout unfortunately. On a day like today however, the good Prince of Demacia will probably be in the barracks or the castle." He motions for her to follow him. All the research he'd done on the champions and their relationships with Shyvana were about to be of some use if he could find the Prince. He slipped his flask into his pocket as he walked. "So where ya from...?" He just realized he didn't know her name.
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Judicator on Apr 16, 2014 17:55:36 GMT -5
Kayle listened to the man go on and simply nodded before following him. Kayle took even steps, walking beside him, a little grateful to be away from the all the prying eyes and whispers. When she was asked where she was from, Kayle glanced at him and raised a brow. "I'm not from Runeterra." She replied bluntly, keeping pace with him still.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 16, 2014 18:24:59 GMT -5
Tyrith laughs a little at her blunt response. "Geez," he says, still laughing. "And here I thought we were gonna bond on our little trip here. Oh well. C'est la vie." He looks at her. "Can I ask your name at the very least? Angel-girl, while appealing and kind of adorable, doesn't really fit with that armor or sword."
Tyrith was leading her towards the barracks now, figuring Jarvan would be there more likely than not. "We'll be approaching the barracks soon," he says. "You should probably be the one to do the talking. Nothing I say will hold any weight."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Judicator on Apr 16, 2014 20:09:55 GMT -5
Kayle continued to walk with him, ignoring his first comment. She did not feel the need to explain where she was from, so she did not. When he called her angel girl, Kayle gave him a slightly annoyed look. "My name is Kayle." She said to rectify the issue. Kayle soon saw what she thought were the barracks, and hoped Jarvan would be there.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 16, 2014 21:47:42 GMT -5
"Kayle?" Tyrith replies, a smile on his face. "I like that. It suits you." 'Well it might not have been a conversation, but at least its something,' he thinks to himself. As they approach a large building, the main building for the barracks, Tyrith steps ahead and opens the door. "After you," he says waiting for her to pass. After she passes, Tyrith enters. "Got a visitor for His Majesty Jarvan IV," he says to the soldiers inside.
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by James Marker on Apr 17, 2014 0:36:42 GMT -5
James had been resting in the barracks today after a long day of training. When there was a call of a visitor, at first only a couple people left, but soon most of them were flocking out the door. He looked up from his book to find the room empty.
Normally they didn't get this excited unless the king made a personal appearance. Standing up and stretching, he pocketed his small novel to follow the rest of the soldiers. When he was met with a crowd of warriors and civilians alike, he slipped through the cracks, eager to see what the excitement was about.
In the middle was a surprising sight. Everyone around was in awe of a familiar angel; Kayle, a champion from the League of Legends. They were in shocked silence, gawking at the winged woman and her casually dressed companion.
James stood in front of her in the crowd before stepping forwards, staring at her wings. "...very interesting structure. Are they supported by hollow bone, or pure magic?" He asked bluntly, sketching in a small notebook he produced from his pocket. What he lacked in rank, he made up for in audacity.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Post by The Judicator on Apr 17, 2014 17:07:15 GMT -5
Kayle looked around as all the soldiers gathered around her. She raised an eye brow, this was slightly uncomfortable for the angel. Just then, she heard a voice and it caused her to turn her head to face another man who seemed... rather interested in her wings. "Bone..." Kayle said, looking around for Jarvan
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 17, 2014 23:22:00 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help Kayle," Tyrith says. "But I'm sure one of these gentlemen can get you where you need to go though." He turns around and starts to walk away as he says "It was an honor to meet you."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by James Marker on Apr 17, 2014 23:54:01 GMT -5
James finished his sketch, nodding appreciatively. As he pocketed the notebook, he looked at Kayle with a fairly deadpan expression. "You need to go somewhere, Judicator? I will gladly take you anywhere you need." He crossed his right arm over his chest, the other going behind his back. "James Marker, lieutenant in his majesty's army, at your service. Where shall I take you?" He ceased the salute, standing at a casual attention before her.
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2014 9:31:34 GMT -5 by James Marker
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 18, 2014 21:16:41 GMT -5
Gathered around Kayle like a bunch of children, the guardsmen and soldiers walking through the entry hall began to fill the room as more of the residents and passers-by stopped to see what was happening. James was soon hemmed in by curious brother's in arms, until the spectacle caught the attention of the stationed commander of the barracks. A general whose presence sent the gathered men and several women scrambling quickly to attention, she entered the room of massed bodies and in mere moments they had formed ranks with Kayle in center, their hands held over their chests in salute.
"What foolishness is this?" She spoke calmly with a tint of disapproval before giving her fill attention to their guest. "Champion Kayle, what brings you to my barracks today?" She tried to conceal her surprise, standing tall in front of their forced audience.
Post by The Judicator on Apr 18, 2014 22:40:36 GMT -5
Kayle watched the woman step forward, and the troops fall in line. Kayle raised an eyebrow, glancing at the man who was sketching then back to the woman. "I seek an audience with Prince Jarvan Lightshield. Do you know how I can go about that?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Post by James Marker on Apr 19, 2014 1:22:16 GMT -5
James quickly fell in line behind the general as she appeared, freezing up and falling quiet. As Kayle explained her purpose, he sighed and looked down, scratching his head before snapping to attention. He'd wanted to help, but with a weighty request such as that, he may as well head back to the barracks.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
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