Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 27, 2013 1:12:14 GMT -5
Udyr's hand sailed over John's head, but the beast man did not lost sight of John. He would let the enthusiastic man strike to his heart's content on the iron abdominals of the beast man. It would not bear any visible effect on Udyr as the Turtle aspect still strengthened him, but John's knuckles would start to bloody themselves. Udyr grunted and pulled his hand back after allowing John however much time he needed in order to tire himself out, then harshly clapped John's shoulder.
"Even in the face of death, you fight. Good." Udyr's grip tightened, and he started to drag John comically along with him. "You have proven your worth. You and we shall exchange words now. If you struggle, you will dislocate your shoulder. You will return to Irelia as you are now."
The beast man would shoot Irelia a quick glance, a grunt and a nod of his head as he walked away from her.
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John gritted his teeth as he slowed his punches and stopped, grabbing his knuckles in pain. He expected pain but... Not that much. He grinned up at Udyr through the pain, wincing. A bit of laughter coming from him as he was dragged along.
He was completely okay with it too, not that he could do anything of course. He gave another grin and responded. "Thanks, tried my best given circumstances." He now stood in front of Irelia, rubbing his knuckles lightly. His grin still showing. "Heh..."
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 28, 2013 9:50:54 GMT -5
The intensity of Udyr's strike resonated within Irelia, she could feel the shock waves of his punches and could easily guess his strength by watching John helplessly trying to inflict any harm to the man... Without any success. Irelia wasn't really surprised, she knew that this will be the outcome of the duel and that John still has a long way before reaching Udyr's or her level.
The Animal Spirit's strength was overwhelming and intimidating. If one would dare to face him without the right preparations, they'll have a really bad time and may even end up lifeless on the cold ground. After seeing John on his knees, she shook her head as a gesture of disappointement.
"At least he tried his best..."
Said the Captain in a soft whisper that escaped her chords. She let out afterward a discrete chuckle, watching the man getting dragged across the wooden floor by Udyr just like a rag doll: limbless and numb. She gave Udyr a nod as a sort of permission to discuss with him, hoping he'll come back eventually in one piece.
John stood around continuing to rub his knuckles, watching the Captain. At this point it seemed it was all he could do really. Just wait for what happened next. Already it's been an interesting day. Two duels with two champions not that he expected much of a chance. It was one of those moments he could note down anyway. He shifted his weight and rubbed one of his eyes as he waited.
Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 28, 2013 14:35:40 GMT -5
Udyr would prop John on his feet and glare at him. A sharp grunt would force him to face the beast man due to the command given. "Look at us when we speak to you."
Udyr cricked his neck, and continued to glare at John. "You are slow. You lack the strength needed to scratch our hide, your attacks are easily read, you use a stick, but you are resilient. You will fight even in the face of death." The beast man nudged his head towards Irelia. "She sees some value in you. You will grow stronger. If you do not, and something happens to her, from anything, anyone, we will hold you one of the accountable ones. For making her place misplaced trust in you. We will find you, and if you are alive, we will kill you if you fail her. And before you question if this is a threat, as so many before have asked..."
The beast man knelt down to the ground, tapping the stone floor. He pressed his fingers against it, and easily shoved them through the rock, mortar and whatever materials composed of its structural integrity with ease. He stood back up and showed that his calloused fingers were unharmed, though a chalky residue now rested on them. "We are not threatening you. We are stating fact. Her weakness comes from trying to accept that you people are more than the rats you are. You will not break her, or else we will break you."
With that, Udyr snorted, turned around and walked away from John. The beast man would brush past Irelia and grumble aloud to her. "We have said what we needed to say." Unless stopped, Udyr would walk out of the training room and leave the two be.
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John switched his glance to Udyr as he spoke, listening closely to every word said. While all the cons said a lot. The small list of good put a hint of a smile on his face. Hearing something like that from a champion said many things. His glance would switch back to Irelia as he motioned towards her. The look in his eyes spoke for themselves, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Of course now he had two people he didn't want to fail. His teacher and kid.
His eyes slowly widened as he watched Udyr pushed the stone floor as if it was nothing, and to add emphasis it had no effect on him either. A barely audible gulp and he quickly nodded continuing to stay silent. He watched the Animal Spirit leave the room, muttering in a low whisper in amazement. "Daaaaaaamn."
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 29, 2013 4:43:50 GMT -5
Irelia was barely able to eavesdrop their little private conversation, but the look on Udyr's face told her pretty much that it was something really serious and not to be taken lightly. After the man left the room, she'd look over at John with a cold gaze. Her eyes were filled with all sorts of emotions yet, all mixed up together just gave out a neutral expression, a cold and empty stare.
The Captain marched towards John and stood by him, her shoulders facing his with an imposing posture. Her eyes shifted across his body, up and down, right and left, before looking back into his eyes. Her hand laid down on his shoulder, giving him a light and reassuring pat to the man who pretty much got beaten really badly today.
"Welcome John, I think you should get a well deserving rest after all of the events you went through today, please do make yourself at home now."
A smile curved across the Captain's lips as she walked away towards the door that would lead to the hallways of the Placidium. She was still unsure of how she was going to make him progress but she knew that she had a lot of people such as Udyr to help her out with this.
But for now, she had to put him in the same boat as the other guards, for as long the recent tensions around Runeterra carry on, he must be prepared for almost anything that could possibly happen to Ionia. She glanced back at him one last time, her eyes still as cold as the ice, and gave him a nod as she said with a slight hint of friendliness in her voice.
"If you need anything, I'll be in my office finishing some paper works for my future appointments."
John watched the Will of the Blades approach him, he hoped he had impressed her today with his performance in some shape or form. He attempted to keep the same neutral and cold stare as her as she approached him, almost getting it... No.. No he just couldn't. He immediately slipped into a kind smile. Almost laughing at his silly attempt. He watched her hand pat his shoulder it was enough to make him relax his posture and watched her look him over. He still couldn't believe he was able to get training from someone like her. He honestly expected things to end up completely different from how they ended. Still this was only the beginning of what was probably going to be a long and arduous training.
He watched her leave, his eyes trailing downwards and his hand rubbing the back of his head. They would then stop and look around the room he was in as if he felt half guilty about what he did. Namely because he was sure she probably had eyes on the back of her head. His eyes would shoot back to her as she spoke once more. "Okie dokie Ire." He then gave a thumbs up and smiled, waiting for her to leave. Once out of sight he would collapse backward onto the cold stone and rest for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling.
After resting for about ten minutes he raised his hand and twisted a nob on his wrist pad and spoke into it. "Hey, done with training you can come by now... And get some bandages for me.." A little voice squeaked on the speaker in a happy tone. "Okay!" He dropped his hand back down and sighed, continuing to stare up at the ceiling.
Meanwhile running her way through the hallways was little Erica. Holding a little medical kit in one hand and a cherry blossom in her hair. She ran past the officer and pushed open the door to the training court, standing over John and giggling. "Is this what they're training you to do? Sleep? I thought you were a master at that!" She beamed at him and seemed absolutely delighted at her little ribbing. He shook his head and snickered, taking the medkit. "Cute, That's exactly what I'm training myself for." He opened it and started to fix up his hands, finishing by wrapping bandages around both of them. She tilted her head and asked. "What did you do to your hands?" He continued to wrap his hands and thought for five seconds before answering. "For all intents I punched a wall." He glanced up at the flower and pointed a finger at it. "Where'd you get that flower?" She looked up as if trying to see what he was pointing at, confused before answering. "Oh! I found it outside on the way, these trees have really pretty flowers~." He chuckled and lifted himself up back into a standing position and ruffled her hair. "Right.. Back to the inn." He walked out of the training court, grabbing his staff along the way and retracting it, with her trailing behind after quickly fixing her hair.
THE NEXT DAY
John entered the building, his bandages still wrapped around his hands, a makeshift glove in a sense. As he walked through the building once again he was still in a bit of amazement. Ionia was so different from Piltover in many ways. He stopped at Irelia's office and slowly exhaled. He knocked lightly on the door and slid it partway, poking his head and giving a light wave. "Mornin' Captain. Permission to enter?" He asked.
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2013 16:52:59 GMT -5 by John Cole
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 30, 2013 18:25:45 GMT -5
It was yet another day like every other day in the Captain's life... work, training and more work. She had to keep a sharp eye on all the guards who were under her wings. She had to make sure that they are following their schedules and are training themselves properly, because Irelia would not tolerate any sort of misbehave and weakness within her own men.
It was yet another day, more or less painful for the Captain. There she walked, down the empty hallway that reflected her mind; nothing but loneliness and emptiness. Her metal boots crashed down on the ground, releasing a thousand of echoes across the hallway that resonated through the distances, but no one was there to hear them. The sound was gaining strength within the young captain's mind, groaning its pain as her steps kept coming down one by one. Her eyes were filled with determination as she carried on with her march, letting the cold wind of the morning bite her focused eyes that had the office in sight. Even the unpleasant wind that trailed across her globes wasn't able to make her blink, not even once.
Irelia stepped in her office and closed the door, looking down at the pile of papers that stood on her desk. She let out a long sigh until she heard the light knock that the door moaned. Who was it? And what do they want? Irelia grumbled and spoke, annoyance ringing in her voice.
"Come in.."
She surely wasn't in her place that day and the cold expression she had on her face would easily give that out. Her eyes were glued on the door waiting for the person to come in. Waiting, waiting, it was not more than a split second until she saw John's delighted face, but she felt like she waited for an hour.
"Oh, good morning John, I see that you have recovered from yesterday, no?"
John gave the same grin he gave yesterday, even after the beat down he still seemed as happy as ever. He slid the door open more and stepped inside, closing it behind him softly. He held his bandaged hands up, and showed her both sides, his fingers the only part not bandaged, and curiously a smiley face with a little name was drawn on the left hand backside. "Still hurts, but other than that. Everything is in working order." He then drops his hands to his sides with a plop.
His eyes slowly started to gaze around her office, taking it in as he continued. "I'm sure that you'd rather do something else other than paperwork." He would then turn his head back towards her, his eyes level with hers. He fully expected it to turn into a staring match. His own stare had an almost.. Warmth to it. Friendly in a way. "Hell I'm ready for more if you are." He let out a short chuckle punctuated with a smile.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 31, 2013 13:17:03 GMT -5
The smile on John's face somehow illuminated Irelia's mood and brushed away the icy look that settled on her expression. That man had an effect on her, but she couldn't figure out what was it or why it does that to her... Maybe because he was always in a good mood compared to our young captain.
Irelia's emerald eyes shifted from the man's eyes to her pile of papers that were still standing tall on her desk like a giant tower, only on a smaller scale. She was struggling between two issues here; should she finish up her work that's pulling her towards her chair, calling her out and blaming her that she's distracting herself from her duties? Or should she let it slip for a few hours and give John his first training session? Irelia was lost, uncertainty lying in her eyes as they shifted back and forth from John to the papers, from the papers back at John.
She finally let out a long, frozen sigh and shook her head apologetically, giving out only a fake smile before her expression regained its icy aura.
"Unfortunately, I can not right now... I do have some reports I need to fill in for an upcoming meeting with the General about certain things that caught our attentions in Ionia lately... Perhaps later?"
John watched her decide between the papers or him, waiting patiently. He had a feeling she couldn't just not do the paperwork. But why not go for it anyway right? He was curious to what would happen as far as the training session goes and even if it was delayed, he could just go to the court and screw around for awhile. He bit his lip as he heard the long sigh. He quickly reformed himself and nodded. "Later is good with me. I'll be in the training court if you need me though." He pointed a thumb in the direction of it.
He rolled his neck and gave a quick wave. "I'll go now so that you can get done sooner." He promptly turned and slide the door open, walking through and closing it behind him again. He turned and headed towards the training court. It was odd though... Did her usual cold attitude melt a bit... He couldn't tell fully but it seemed like it. He slid past the door and entered the training court. But what to do... His gear could use some tweaking. He found a place to sit down against a wall and slid down it, hitting the ground with a soft thud. His gear shifted as he pulled out a mask. He looked over the filters, making sure they were clean and took out a small cloth, wiping off the optics. Once done he pulled up his wristpad and little screwdriver. He went to work opening it up and checking all the wires. As he worked on his gear his mind wandered. He hummed a tune as he tried to think what he was going to do with Erica. It was obvious with all of his traveling he'd end up being a teacher in a sense, not like he didn't have the books around. Once the training of the day was done he'd see what he could do. He did feel like he should at one point try to stick to one area though... Just a matter of where. She deserved a normal life or... As normal as it could get. He blinked and shook his head, coming back to the matter at hand and continued his daily maintenance.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Apr 1, 2013 8:32:55 GMT -5
As soon as the man left the office, Irelia stood by the office's window and looked through it. The sunlight caressed her eyes as she watched John closely as he entered the desolated training court. He was the only one standing there, the rest of the guards were taken away by the general to deal with a certain issue, leaving Irelia on her own with John and several other people at the Placidium.
She kept looking through the window with an idle expression. The sunlight was suddenly veiled by a horde of gray clouds, lumping her throat as her sight slightly darkened. She already missed the sunlight that was illuminating her eyes and mind. Her hand slowly reached out for her pocket and picked up an odd looking necklace... It would look like any other necklace for any person who'd see it, but for Irelia, it was the only thing that's left from her brother. It reminded her of her innocent childhood that was spoiled by the first drop of blood her eyes witnessed. It reminded her of what she's now and all the reasons why she's the Will of the Blades. But it also whispered to her that she's all alone now and that she has a lot of responsibilities now that her brother disappeared.
She clenched her fist that was holding the necklace, her eyes filled with bitterness as she muttered to herself, pain and agony echoing through her tone.
John had continued to work on his gear, now picking up his mask again and looking through it. He switched to his rangefinder optic a bunch of lines, slashes and numbers on it. He glanced at a target dummy, measuring out the distance in his head. He sighed and slowly looked around, what could he test the microphone on. He spotted Irelia at her window and tilted his head, watching her. He lowered his mask slowly. That wasn't doing paperwork. He started to laugh and waved up at her.
He then spotted a bird in a tree, perfect thing to test it on. The mask came up and he this time strapped it on and measured out the distance. Once that was done, he fiddled with a nob and turned on the microphone. A smirk slowly formed as he head the chirping now through the ear piece on the mask. Working as intended. He always felt at peace when working with his gear for some reason. But deep down inside it made sense, it was what he did growing up back when... His shoulders lowered and his head drooped low. Back when he still had a family. A sigh and he quickly snapped himself out of it. He reached up and flicked on the light.
That's when it suddenly hit him, it did seem darker than usual. He looked up and realized that gray clouds had gathered, just what he needed a rainstorm. He decided he'd just keep the light on for now, while it wasn't the stealthiest of things. It was all he had till he could find out a way to stealthily have vision at night. Not like he used it at times he shouldn't of course. That would be silly. The final testing would be to check the battery, he pulled out the device hidden inside his pack and checked the gauge. He wiped away some smudging with his thumb and grinned. "Good to go."
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Apr 2, 2013 6:38:17 GMT -5
The darkness rolled and tumbled above the skyline. Droplets of rain slowly fell towards the land of Ionia. A blue silhouette appears and fade in the distance. Darting for the position of the Placidium.
It is clear that that Ionia is facing a large rainstorm as the wind blew in the distance and the surrounding environment became difficult to navigate. The mud and soils on the ground and the wet slippery branches make this a bad day for a visit, but nevertheless, the azure ninja managed flawlessly throughout such difficulties.
Shen had received a letter some time before written by the Will of the Blades herself. Through her individual of choosing is rather... different. Her pursue of knowledge is not at all questionable for knowledge is power. Especially so for the ninjas that serve the Kinkou Order. But to seek information would be suggesting that the government is ready to play their game.
Very soon after the conclusion of the Kinkou Meeting, Shen darts for the placidium. Perhaps he would not arrive on time before her departure.
Through the ninja arrives at the Placidium and finds a familiar figure staring out the window, this means that she is still present. That pained expression tells a story in the background, that Shen is sure of. But it was not his domain to pertrude. He makes his way down the treeline and heads for the Office. A majestic ancient building in it's own rights that is located in the Placidium. This place have seen countless wars and the building bears it's scar along with it.
Shen knocks on the wooden door, waiting patiently for an answer from the Ionian Captain of the Guard.
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