"Forgive me, Matron." Carmilla said, tilting her head slightly, her voice void of any type of emotion. "I meant no disrespect, I merely asked the question because I was curious." Carmilla paused "I also do not care if you answer it or not, for I did not demand an answer." Carmilla then remained silent, her skin feeling cooler the longer the Deceiver held her hand too it.
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 4, 2013 20:37:51 GMT -5
The Deceiver let out a laugh and drew her hand back. "What a polite girl you are." She leaned back into her seat musing, aloud, "I shall answer your question, dear~ The reason why I'm curious, is you remind me a little of myself. One must care when handling a rose, though beautiful, can prick one's skin if they slip."
LeBlanc let out a light sigh. She shrugged her shoulders, "Though you do not have...clarity, as of yet. Not like what one gains through age. You will gain it soon enough. If it ever tickles your fancy, you may request for an audience with me whenever you would like, dear. In the meantime..." She stretched her hand out. On her palm rested a dark chocolate truffle. "Chocolate? The filling is quite exquisite if I do dare say so myself. Consider it a token of my good nature."
If Carmilla's nose was sensitive enough, she would be able to smell the faintest hint of blood that consisted of the chocolate morsel's core.
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Carmilla simply nodded as the Deceiver presented her offer. Then her eyes shifted down to the chocolate.. she could not smell the blood within, but she could feel it.. Carmilla held out her hand to the tiny candy. Slowly, the blood within slipped through the chocolate coating, it swirled itself around her fingers as Carmilla watched it. Carmilla then held her hand palm up, and the tiny amount of blood simply floated there for a moment. She then took the candy from LeBlanc's hand and ate it, just as the blood seeped through her hand.
Darius quirked an eyebrow at Draven's extended hand, "this is your show brother, I have no desire to be a circus clown." He folded his arms when Draven seemed to persist "I'm busy," he stated outright.
Post by The Widowmaker on Feb 4, 2013 22:13:54 GMT -5
Evelynn would chuckle quietly, "Perhaps we should play a little game... I'm sure Swain would be interested to know what was going on in the isles..." Her eyes flick to Draven who not be able to see her, she continues whispering in Darius' ear, "Never any privacy around here is there?"
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 5, 2013 1:44:03 GMT -5
Vladimir firmly shook the General's hand before simply listening to the conversation his apprentice and the Matron were having. As they finished up he would pat Carmilla on the head, a small grin on his face. "You see? After only a few days of training, she is able to manipulate it effortlessly. I await the day I transfer my power on to her, she is truly deserving of it."
He then turned to Darius, it looked like he was talking to himself, even after Draven went to him. Vladimir then realized something quite odd. He would look around the room and count everyone in attendance. Then he would sense how many pulses of life were around him. There was an extra pulse of life essence. He recounted multiple times before he was certain there was some one in the room that was not supposed to be. He bent over and whispered his recent discovery in to the Grand General's ear before taking the seat directly next to Swain.
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Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 5, 2013 3:32:30 GMT -5
The Grand General drew back ever-so-slightly to maintain a proper distance between himself and the whispering hemomancer. He listened, however, his jaw set. His crimson eyes flashed subtly over Darius. Beatrice cooed softly, craning her neck to fix her own red glare upon the shadowed corner of the booth. Swain offered only a grunt in response to this warning before staring vaguely back out over the arena, his thoughts elsewhere.
The brawl below had devolved into a duel between the two remaining men. One wielded a morningstar, the other a greatsword. The steel clash of their weapons rang out over the cheering crowd. Both looked feral, determined to claim freedom at any cost, sidestepping the bodies of their fallen opponents.
Swain drummed his fingers impatiently upon the armrest of his chair.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 5, 2013 4:27:06 GMT -5
Draven pulls back his hand and places it at his side. "Well then more for me i suppose." He says turning away from his brother. Draven makes his exit from the booth walking back through the crowds of onlookers and fans as he Makes his way back down to the arena floor. "WELL WELL WELL WE HAVE BUT TWO MEN LEFT." he roars as he walks back out onto the arena floor stain with blood and sweat. "ONE MAN MUST DIE BUT WHO SHALL IT BE?!?!?" "listen boys either one of you kills the other quick or i kill both of you" he says hushed so only they could hear it. With those words of encouragement they both look at each other blood lust in ther eyes bound to claim freedom. The man with the morning star quickly raised his weapon up with all his might and came swinging down to hit noting but air his opponent had quickly rolled out of the way to find a perfect opening. Right to the chest with all of his might a great "RAAAAHHHRRRRRRRRR" escaped his mouth as he plunged his sword deep into the mans chest . piercing him right through the heart he drop dead. The crowd roars as Draven walks up the the victor. "WE HAVE OUR WINNER!!!!!!" he proclaims to all in attendance. The mans head hangs low not proud of what had just happened but he was proud to have earned his freedom. As guards come in to take the remains of the other combatants away and bring this victor to his freedom. "THE NEXT EVENT WAS GOING TO BE A BLOOD BROTHERS SPECTACLE BUT AS YOU CAN SEE I AM ALONE HERE SO LETS MAKE IT INTERESTING, I KNOW NOXUS IS FULL OF FINE WARRIORS." IF THERE IS ONE SO BRAVE TO FACE ME WE CAN MAKE A GRAND SHOW FOR EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE ANY TAKERS?!?!?!?!" With that sentence Draven takes out his axes and starts to spin and juggle them waiting for a response.
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Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 5, 2013 21:21:54 GMT -5
Graves had been sitting in the audience of this "Butchering" and so far it was uneventful for how sponsored it had been. His eyes were on the leaders of Noxus. Especially LeBlanc. She will die slowly..its her Destiny. He looked down at his right hand and clenched it, a distinct sound of gizmos and metal closing on itself. She would pay.
When Draven called out for challenger Graves thought about it, it would please LeBlanc and definitely stave off Cait's execution until he can find a way to fix it. Step one to bringing down leadership... If he wanted a fight, he sure as hell has one now.
Sadly, he knew it could not be a fight to the death. This show was for somebody else ..this is just another lead up to something eventful. At least he hoped so. He spoke loud enough for Draven to hear.
" If its a challenge ya' want, its one you will get."
He stood up in the audience and maneuvered his way to the edge. reaching out to grasp it and flung himself over the side. He kicked off and rolled to alleviate the fall. He pushed himself up and dusted off, taking a glance at LeBlanc with hatred. But then he yelled out. " I dedicate this to LeBlanc." The words had emphasis, like a battle would be soon to come but not between him and Draven...
To mock the " Glorious " Executioner, Graves flipped open his weapon and a shell popped out. He passed the gun over to his right hand and caught the shell with his left, inserting it into the gun. He smirked at his opponent across the field.
"Welcome.....ta' the League of Graves." and snapped the weapon shut, pumped it, and chuckled. Pointing Draven's Destiny straight at him. He did take notice of Darius now...this could get interesting.
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Darius strode to the center of the arena, and cocked his brother a wry smile "you know one day all this will come back to bite you..." he drug his axe into a standing position, and stepped down upon it with one enormous boot as he beckoned Graves over.
"Noxians! Your glorious executioner has been challenged!" he paused, giving due time for the thunderous applause to subside. "The duel shall proceed as follows," he spoke now more to the fighters than the crowd, but his booming voice was still easily audible; "this is a no holds barred brawl, I will toss my axe, and when it lands the duel begins."
He placed a hand on either fighter's shoulder, "the fight will continue until either party is incapable of continuing, or dead." He looked back and fourth "Are there any questions?" He gave the slightest of pauses "then cross weapons and prepare for combat."
Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 5, 2013 22:24:27 GMT -5
Graves spit on the ground beside him while listening to Darius announce the rules. He kept a stern look while gazing at Draven. Dodge the axes, mess up catches. About as well as a game plan as he was concerned. he smirked at one rule. Dead or unable to fight. Well i do like my enemies two ways...Dead. Or about to be.
Graves lifted his shotgun to cross with one of Dravens axes...but his left hand found its way onto his belt and unclipped a smoke grenade, fingering the pin and ready to light.
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Post by The Widowmaker on Feb 5, 2013 23:01:33 GMT -5
Evelynn watches Darius leave with an irritated look on her face. She looks around at the people who had been watching and shrugs, they had no real reason to be aggresive... Other than she was a known assassin in a booth full of important people... Hmm...
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 6, 2013 0:26:20 GMT -5
LeBlanc smiled at Carmilla's success. She leaned back in her seat, and motioned to the girl for her to take her respective seat. "Keep in mind of my offer, dear."
She reached over and rested her hand atop Swain's. Her fingers twitched for a scant moment, squeezing his. A thought would drift into his mind, ~Discussion later~
When Graves stepped out onto the fields and dedicated his duel to LeBlanc, she waved back at him happily and enthusiastically.
"If you win, Graves!" she called out, her voice easily flooding the entire stadium due to her magic. "I shall share with you something that cannot be had once shared! However, if Draven wins, then you will do a single request of mine!" LeBlanc rested herself once more, grinning. "I was afraid these games were going to be too dreary. At last, some excitement."
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 6, 2013 1:33:06 GMT -5
The general's gaze remained fixed on the proceedings below; he gave no outward acknowledgement to LeBlanc's intrusion of his mind save the subtlest of nods, discernible only to her. The crowd roared. Rare was a duel of champions seen in person, off the Fields of Justice. Levels of excitement in the Arena skyrocketed as Draven and Graves crossed weapons, prepared to do battle.
Beatrice edged closer to her master's head, her talons tic-tic-ticking on the metal perch affixed to his mantle. She clicked her beak, craning her neck towards the corner in which Darius had been seated. Another subtle nod. A flash of crimson eyes. He spread his rugged fingers, allowing them to interlace with The Deceiver's dainty ones. If she were still attuned, his own soundless statement would pass into her mind...
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 6, 2013 3:01:34 GMT -5
The slightest flicker of LeBlanc's eyes would tell Swain everything. They flicked over at the master tactician, her response silent but he would know what the reply was. With that, she continued to watch the duel with some interest now.
Daichi would receive a mental note of his own, only heard by him from LeBlanc. If the Widowmaker tries to leave without speaking to Swain or I, apprehend her at any cost.
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