Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 23, 2013 23:26:59 GMT -5
February 8th, 23 CLE, directly following Grim Triumph
The moon peered down behind the clouds upon a dwindling scene of national mourning. The final tongues of flame flickered low, corpse-tinder all but ash, and slaves began to heap dirt upon the pyre. The last embers dying, Swain turned from his vigil. An ornate carriage sat waiting upon the path, horses restlessly stomping the ground.
The crowd had dwindled significantly, though many still stood embracing their loved ones or huddled together, discussing the issue of heightened national security, theorizing what the coming days might hold. One person in particular could not yet have left. Crimson eyes briefly swept over the crowd. He was there. Somewhere. Blending in. Just as She had told him to.
The Grand General gave a beckoning jerk of his head to the Hand of Noxus. The ceremony over, there was business to address--even at this late hour. Swain descended the makeshift stage, two feet and a cane to every step, then limped across the field towards the carriage, where an attending footman drew open the door. Four Raedsel took up their positions at each corner of the carriage, sinister sentinels, silent. Arduously, the general clambered up the steps, emerged inside the stately vehicle and lowered himself onto a cushioned seat. He leaned his cane against the wall and sat waiting...
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Feb 26, 2013 18:01:06 GMT -5
Darius had remained silent but present through the ceremony. His presence was enough for effect, words weren’t needed for now. He was still sore from his encounter with the burning vengeance, bruised but did not acknowledge any soreness he may have felt. His expression was stoic and he wore his injuries like a badge.
Beckoned, the General strode over to his superior, following with a stiff posture and entered the carriage with but a few steps and took a seat besides his Grand General in silence. His axe was placed by his side, the head down and handled upwards and leaning against the wall. In silence he too waited for their third.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Feb 27, 2013 1:06:47 GMT -5
The ceremony came and went, he blended in easily enough and as the crowd dispersed so did he, if only for a moment. He returned from a nearby building and made his way towards the carriage from across the grounds where General Darius and the Grand General were waiting patiently. He hummed quietly to himself as his eyes wandered.
He hummed to himself a small tune but it quickly grew quieter as he approached the carriage and all together stopped when he began climbing into it and took his place adjacent to two of the most powerful men in Noxus.
“Forgive me for the delay. There was an errand I needed to run, lest I forget it.” Daichi’s tone was friendly but not terribly upbeat considering the occasion. “In any case, I’m here as requested. I suspect we’re not in a mood for small talk, so if you would, please elaborate Grand General. I would like to know the nature of our meeting.”
((Didn't see anything saying this was closed, so I hope I'm not intruding by hopping in.))
Amongst the crowd, a curious black feline would venture out through the streets marveling at the strange people that existed in this world. Her iridescent green eyes took in everything they could with ears swiveling about to take in all the new sounds to be heard. A particular person had caught her attention - Daichi, and the carriage he would enter. Her small, house cat sized form easily darted between footfalls and grabby hands as she made her way over.
The back of the carriage would come into view where she'd dart beneath, studying its underside and listening to the on-goings within it as much as she might. Should she not have been batted away or stopped, the feline would settle onto her hunches and begin the precarious chore of cleaning her paw, and her head causing the gold ornaments to shift slightly before falling easily back into place. There was a head piece, and a choker, along with a bracelet around one front leg, and a ring around her tail. The markings around her eyes and upon her forehead appeared to be the natural color of her fur, which too was gold.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2013 1:42:33 GMT -5 by Emuishere
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 27, 2013 23:13:16 GMT -5
Crimson eyes scrutinized the newcomer, contrasting sharply with the bruise-blackened flesh of their owner. "You are here," came the Grand General's hoarse address, "because this can never happen again." He took a shaky breath, exhaled, folded his hands over his golden breastplate. His gaze, blazing with somber purpose, never dropped from Daichi's face.
"You are here because I need an observer inside the Institute. I want to know where Vessaria is sending her people and why. I want to know about security breeches, reconnaissance missions, anything of potential relevance." Beatrice stretched her wings, repositioned herself upon her metal perch, her talons click-click-clicking in the grim silence of her master's pause. "The Raven has many eyes, Daichi," Swain continued, "but it needs another pair."
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 1, 2013 22:15:13 GMT -5
Daichi had not noted the feline that followed him to the carriage nor did he deem it anything to be particularly concerned with at the time. Swain certainly had quite the presence about him, talking to him face to face was certainly different than seeing a speech in person or summoning him.
Now this, this was interesting. “I’m flattered.” Daichi’s statement was simple and sincere enough. “However, I request to know why you are asking me of all people for this very delicate task. You and I have only met quite recently and my display with Lady Evelynn wasn’t exactly…” He coughed slightly into his hand and paused. “Subtle.” With that said he, he rematched eyes with Swain, despite the fact his visage was entirely hidden. The glint from the Grand General’s eyes made him believe otherwise however.
“Before we continue, I just wish to say that you made an excellent speech and that I commend your efforts entirely. I agree that something like this should not happen again and that it should not have happened to begin with.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 6, 2013 1:23:03 GMT -5
"Because I know whom you serve," came his hoarse response, dark, disregarding the summoner's flattery. "And you have every reason to facilitate my country's prosperity. This is nothing to do with your capacity for stealth. It is the dialogue to which you are already privvy in which I am interested." The carriage, which had begun to trundle towards the city gates, jolted over a substantial dip in the road. Swain stiffened, a grimace of pain flickering briefly over his lined visage.
Still, he pressed on. And just as quickly as his inscrutable mask had faltered, it returned. "You were chosen because she believes you capable; she would not send you to me otherwise." Blazing eyes flashed again, beacons of conviction cutting through the gloom, astutely observing the cryomancer's every gesture. "And you do not wish to disappoint." The Grand General paused, his silence punctuated by the march of horses, the growing clamor of the city as the coach rolled down its rumor-washed streets. "I'll need bi-weekly reports, through means I shall arrange.
"Do you accept?" Though his tone was even, civil, the look upon his face, his vague references to the matron, seemed to indicate that refusal was imprudent.
The feline beneath the carriage would try to remain beneath it as it started to move. Skittishly however, she would eventually dart off away from it fearing for injury that may come if she tried to stay with it too long. She would instead follow at a slight distance, and make her way about like any normal cat would when stalking something of interest.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 6, 2013 22:20:26 GMT -5
There was a silence that lingered for a moment followed by a somewhat quiet laugh that came across him. “No. I don’t have any desire to disappoint. Of course I’ll accept the task. Why wouldn’t I?” He grinned and reclined back and then he dismissed his somewhat light and jolly attitude.
“There’s something I like about your eyes Grand General. When I look at them, I see something akin to a fiery hell-scape, filled with ambition and desire that won’t be quenched. They’re vibrant, like the midday sun or a lighthouse in the night. I bet to some people they burn more than any flame. But I bet behind that fire there’s more going on. A lot of pain. I’m not saying you put up a front, but I am saying you are hiding a lot of it. Are you taking care of yourself Grand General, it doesn’t appear to look like you’ve treated yourself at all.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 6, 2013 23:25:14 GMT -5
The flowery prose, the scrutiny veiled in compliments, these were idiosyncrasies distinctly characteristic of someone else. Perhaps hearing them fall from another's lips irked the Grand General.
A scowl settled over his wilted features: an expression clearly meant to dissuade further inquiry. "That is none of your concern, summoner," he replied--firmly, but without malice.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 6, 2013 23:51:00 GMT -5
Any calmness that had been in Daichi’s person had since left and was immediately replaced with a cold fury that became very apparent in his eyes that was very much so like his craft. Swain had done more than hit a sore spot, he had flat out insulted Daichi.
“Why don’t you just spit in my face instead or simply call me a disgrace instead. Incompetent. Please Jericho Swain. Don’t bother playing with word choice; abandon all mask and social graces. Why don’t you just deposit me at the Institute of War itself while we’re at it?” His tone had not become fierce but had become firm as he grinned almost sinisterly, his eyes narrowed into slits. He was not tunnel visioned; he knew full well that there was another present.
“Maybe you could find another “summoner” to fill my role? After all, they are many and faceless.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 7, 2013 0:46:45 GMT -5
The Grand General's gaze never faltered; red eyes remained locked on icy brown, even as the summoner presumed to address him by his full name, demanded the abandonment of social graces, snapped his fierce retort. "You are right to be perturbed by the failures of your colleagues. Perhaps your anger can be re-directed into amending the situation--rather than exacerbating it."
That final expression of indignant protest, the Master Tactician largely ignored. "Of what shall I inform your matron--that you will help us? Or won't you. And where," he repeated, "shall we deposit you." Crimson eyes narrowed in scrutiny of the seething cryomancer across from him. At his shoulder, Beatrice ruffled her onyx feathers.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 7, 2013 2:18:24 GMT -5
((Talk to me OOCLY before replying.))
“I will not allow some dying old man to treat me like I’m part of the problem.” Daichi noted the reaction.
“Did I hit a sore spot Grand General? Is that why you wear your cowl and robes? To hide the decrepidness of your state? Perhaps some cancerous growths or something that might make you appear to be weak? Deposit me here, our conversation is over unless you give me reason otherwise.”
Daichi response was firm, condescending, offended and clearly aggravated with his treatment from Swain.
“Your task will be completed by a Rose. Not a Summoner.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 7, 2013 21:20:02 GMT -5
Dying. The word seemed to ring through the coach, received by the Grand General with the slightest tightening of his jaw behind his shroud. Nothing more. His crimson gaze remained evenly trained upon Daichi's seething form.
Swain pressed his thumb over a button on speaker grate beside him. "Stop the coach," came his hoarse command. No sooner had the words left his lips than the carriage trundled to a halt. His face had become completely inscrutable, the mask for which he was known, as he dismissed his passenger, "I have given you the opportunity to distinguish yourself from the 'problem,' Daichi." A flash of his eyes indicated the coach door, which was drawn open by the attending footman. "Until next we meet."
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 8, 2013 2:21:15 GMT -5
Daichi noted the silence and the effect his word had and an arrogant and confident smirk emerged on his face. “Have a good day, Grand General.” His tone was completely recollected, as if nothing had happened and he stood and left, knowing that Swain and Darius would silently glare at them. Whether it was visible with his back turned or within the confines of their mind was debatable, he knew he had earned their scorn for now. “Until we meet again.”
Daichi exited and the door closed behind him, the carriage leaving as he silently watched it move away from him.
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