Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 31, 2012 23:47:14 GMT -5
"I am a generous man, Katarina, when it suits my purposes. An appropriate toxin can be acquired easily enough." He cocked his head, eyebrows raised. "Unless you've something else in mind. Ask and it shall be given."
Outside, a wintry gust howled against the walls of the manor, rolled down the open flue and over the flickering candle, suddenly extinguishing the room's main source of light. Swain did not move to relight it. Instead, he remained seated, red eyes glowing slightly in the darkness, still fixed on the assassin before him.
Her hands left the table as he spoke, crossing her arms below her bust as her cloak shrouded her form; her left habitually tapping the hilt of another knife lightly with her index finger.
"I'll take what you can give."
She barely flinched as the the illumination faltered than died off; although her eyes took a moment to adjust. The assassin blinked to find herself staring back into two burning crimson orbs suspended in the darkness. Katarina swallowed with an uneasy grin. Regardless of how cool her mental state was; her body was tense. Her knuckles tightened as she realized her arms had uncrossed - finding just how tightly she was gripping the hilt of her blade. As well as how her other hand had managed to arm itself with two throwing knives hidden away in her cloak. This bastard. What was he planning...
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 0:24:10 GMT -5
"Prepare yourself a disguise, then. Be ready to depart within the week. I shall arrange for your safe admittance into a noble court--as a maid... a concubine, perhaps." Swain snorted, seeming to relish these final words as they fell from his lips, to savor the degradation they implied. "Afterwards, you shall keep correspondence with me through Beatrice and no other bird, no other means. I'll have the necessary compounds delivered to you when you're ready to administer them."
The general leaned back in his chair, now folding his hands over the golden breastplate of his military garb. He let his commands hang in the frigid air.
Her expression darkened for a moment. She had a million retorts for such an insulting comment and the irritation of offering such a suggestion almost begging her to utilize the kunai in her hand. She exhaled softly through her mouth. The assassin was rather pleased now with the darkness; the night hopefully acting as a mask for her disdain. Although, she did have the sinking suspicion that the man could actually see in the dark. It mattered not. He fully expected such a reaction when he offered such an idea and she would give him the pleasure of her look of disgust should he actually be able to see.
"I am to assume, then, that your bird will be able to locate me regardless of guise or location?"
She laughed softly, relieving some of her stress and taking a larger breath; returning her instruments of death back to their proper places. The assassin tossed her hair with a flick of her head, eyes closing for a moment in thought before she continued; once again without waiting for a response.
"Just make sure your little... pet... doesn't blow my cover."
She turned, the cloak fluttering softly behind her as she returned silently to the door; hand grasping the knob softly. A complete and utter contrast to the departure of Swain's previous host. Silent. Graceful.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 0:56:13 GMT -5
"She will find you." Beatrice let out a sharp caw as though in affirmation. The general remained still in his seat, hands still clasped over his chest, red eyes shining through the gloom. "If you see Darius on your way down, remind that loathsome Hand of mine he's forgotten his axe..."
She turned the knob and opened the door, light flooding once again into the dark room; pausing for a moment to adjust once again to the shift in lighting. She tilted her head, turning slightly to stare once more at the seated man. That pair of crimson eyes... the torches in the hallway didn't quite seem to burn intensely enough to touch upon the man's gnarled features.
"Forever Strong."
With those words she turned and left, largely ignoring his last comment; silent footfalls retreating with the assassin. The rather abused hickory closing with a soft creak.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 1:47:54 GMT -5
"Forever strong," the general echoed, now alone in the darkness but for his avian companion. He sat, eyes blazing through the shadows, for some time, immobile. His thoughts hovered elsewhere.
"Forever strong," he muttered aloud again. He began to laugh, quietly at first, raspy and unsettling. Then his chuckle grew louder: a wheezing cacophony followed by a cough, a hack, a retch in the darkness. Suddenly, Swain got to his feet, leaned forward over the table, dry heaving over his pile of parchment. "Stop it. STOP IT," he addressed his own nausea. He stilled himself, shut his eyes. Help will come. It will find you. When the time is right, it will find you. These words replayed in his mind. The demon's haunting visage swam into view.
For some time, the grand general of Noxus stood shaking over his command table, his eyes closed, his breath coming in heavy waves. Then he opened his crimson eyes, stood erect, straightened his robes and took up his cane. "Forever strong," he muttered a third time, as though to reassure himself that everything would go as planned...
Leblanc quietly slipped into the room, the light invading the room for a moment. She shut the door behind her and adjusted to the dark while looking upon Swain having a fit, she had seen Darius and katarina on her way up and wondered what was being planned. She lightly leaned her staff against the wall and walked near Jerico, crossing her arms.
" Mmm...Are you alright Jerico?" She asked from behind him.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 2, 2013 0:36:04 GMT -5
The general clenched his fist as the fit subsided, annoyed at having been intruded upon. "Curse you, woman. Do you ever knock?" he snapped. Then he turned to face her, red eyes blazing in the darkness. He wondered briefly whether this were the real LeBlanc or a conjured image sent in her stead. Sometimes it was difficult to tell. "What do you want?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 2, 2013 1:12:06 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed. He leaned back against the table, taking in her full form. "You know everything you should, Evaine. Now tell me why you've come." He clasped both hands over his cane, watched the Deceiver intently, searching her face for her true intention.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 2, 2013 19:02:48 GMT -5
The scantily clad figure before him disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind the sickly-sweet smell of LeBlanc's perfume. Swain scowled. Her brief intrusion had broken his train of thought. What motive had she to make an appearance? Had she hoped to stumble upon privileged information? Or perhaps her unexpected visit was meant to remind him of what she already knew...
Surely she would not betray him. She had too much to gain at his side. The general steeled himself with this thought, rounded the table and emerged into the ornate hall, locking the door behind him.
"Five steps ahead of you."
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