Post by The Deceiver on Feb 28, 2013 2:32:19 GMT -5
After the spectacle of the Butchering was over, the Raedsel guard would escort the Grand General, the Matron, and the Widowmaker out of the private booth and down the hallway.
However, instead of leading any of them to an exit, they would make a left turn and be faced with an old, oak door. The Deceiver tapped the door knob, the sound of a lock unlocking heard, the turn of the knob by an invisible hand, and one of the armored praetorian guards pushed the door open.
It would reveal a simple, yet elegant room with a wood finish all about, a window that overlooked Noxus on the eastern wall, and a large circular table in the center with four chairs pulled up to it. LeBlanc would take the initative and step into the room first, a pot of boiling tea appearing atop the center of the table, along with three coasters and three bone teacups. She would take her seat, smiling at both Swain and Evelynn, waiting for them to follow suit.
The smell of black tea would waft through the air, with hints of citrus fruits and delicate flowers.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 28, 2013 2:45:10 GMT -5
Cane, step, step, the Grand General drew nigh the round tea-table. Slowly, he lowered himself into a chair beside LeBlanc, the slightest grimace flickering over his withered features as he did. The accompanying Raedsel took up their places at each corner of the room, the crimson eyes of their helms glowing in echo of their leader's--and of his hellish bird's. The Raven craned her neck towards Evelynn, observing the Widowmaker, wary.
Swain leaned his cane against the table. "Though it is a pleasure to have you in Noxus, Evelynn," he spoke with cold civility, "one does wonder what possesses the renowned Widowmaker to sneak into private booths unannounced."
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 1, 2013 0:59:55 GMT -5
Evelynn follows, not seeing much choice... If she escaped no doubt between them, LeBlanc and Swain would be able to stop her. As she enters the room she grins at Leblanc, her voice set in a mocking tone, "Oooo... Fancy."
Seating herself opposite Swain she continues smirking, her eyes rest on him as he speaks... The smirk vanishes instantly, she can feel the pain racking his body, it would deteriorating... What was causing it she didn't know, nor did she care.
Looking in Swain's eyes she begins allowing herself to take the pain... It was brilliant, all consuming... and most of all... It felt fantastic... Whisps of red mist would seem to come off Swain and float over the table towards Evelynn her eyes rolling back in pleasure as Swain's pain becomes her own.
Swain would feel the pain through body lessen significantly as Evelynn feed off it, her lips curled into a smile... She breaths and pain peirces her lunges, she moves and agony shoots through her limbs... It was amazing... She bites her lip to stop any sounds from escaping, blood seeps from the wound....
As if just remembering something her eyes snap back and the mist would fade away, the pain coming back to Swain's body will a vengance. She smirks at him, "Oops... Sometimes I get a tad bit carried away..."
She leans forward, slightly curious as to what was causing Swain such agony... How was he even still moving? "Maybe I was bored? or maybe I had something to share with Darius."
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 1, 2013 1:36:50 GMT -5
The Grand General quirked a brow--the only outward display of this sudden lightness as she siphoned the torment from his withered form. Gleaming eyes watched the visible wisps of agony roll across the table from his body to hers in wary silence. Then, like a great wave, excruciating pain washed over him again, redoubled by its brief absence. His eyes narrowed slightly. His fist clenched upon the table. He grit his teeth.
"Something to share?" he inquired authoritatively, despite the tremor of his wasted form. "You were 'bored' by the spectacle, Evelynn. I'm not particularly in the mood for games."
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 1, 2013 2:19:38 GMT -5
She smiles at him, her long nails tapping upon the arm of the chair, "Oh... Come now 'Grand' General..." Her eyes glance curiously as Beatrice, she leans forwards and bites at the bird, obviously missing seeing as there was a table between them. Her eyes slide from Beatrice to Swain, "What do I get out of sharing information? I'll give you a hint to something... Then decide what the rest of the infromation is worth hmm?"
She leans back on the chair studying, subtly feeling every second of pain Swain was in... Absolutly loving it. It wasn't as good as actually syphoning the pain directly from him, she could see the points where the pain was... Through Evelynn's eyes they gave off a faint crimson pulse...
Post by The Deceiver on Mar 5, 2013 11:07:22 GMT -5
LeBlanc reached for the tea lot and poured three cups of tea. She took her little tea cup and plate and lifted them up, staring at Evelynn with the same smile as before. "Evelynn, darling, I believe I offered you something to drink..."
The Deceiver's voice sharply dropped to a very low, very foreboding tone. "Not something to eat, Widowmaker."
Her smile returned, she took a sip of her tea and sweetly spoke. "A hint? That is rich, coming from you. Grand General? Shall you humor her?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 5, 2013 19:26:56 GMT -5
Beatrice ruffled her feathers indignantly at the snap of the Widowmaker's teeth. Her master's gaze passed shrewdly between the two women. He interlaced his fingers upon the table, allowed himself a steadying sigh and addressed his guest. "Enlighten us."
His jaw extended as he tongued the space between his molars, his gaze fixed intensely across the table, brooding, calculating, a crimson match to the Widowmaker's own gleaming eyes.
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 5, 2013 19:54:06 GMT -5
Evelynn looks over to LeBlanc returning the smile, "I'll have to decline... You don't seem to have anything I would enjoy." Studying The Deciever she couldn't help but want to throw a row of spikes towards her. One prick is all it would take... She drags her eyes away and focuses on Swain, a smug smirk resting on her lips, "Well... What if I were to say a certain powerful someone has awoken from a long sleep... And said someone is very cranky... And has an army of even crankier... things... Willing to obliterate your enemy?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 5, 2013 22:19:41 GMT -5
"Willing?" Swain's jaw tightened. "What interest have the Servants of Death in the affairs of the living?" He let his question hang in the air, any outward indication of his physical ailment now concealed safely behind his impenetrable mask of purpose. His eyes narrowed in scrutiny of the strange, inappropriately clad woman before him.
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 6, 2013 0:06:29 GMT -5
Evelynn chuckles, her eyes seem to light up slightly, "Who said anything about servants of the dead? Anyway Grand General... What do you think it would be worth to you? Hmm...?"
She then sits back in her chair crossing her legs and leaning back slightly, she watches Swain's expression simply out of curiousity, not looking like she was attempting to gauge what he was thinking.
"Give me something... And I can tell you all you need or want to know..."
Post by The Deceiver on Mar 6, 2013 12:13:58 GMT -5
"Why should we give you anything for something we know nothing of?" LeBlanc tittered and took another sip of tea. "You have given us a box and said, 'this is worth something.' It could be empty, it could have a dead cat, it could have the secret of life locked within, but all you have said is that this is a box and it is worth something."
The Deceiver motioned to Evelynn with a wave of her free hand to continue talking. "Come now, surely you can do a better job enticing us into your web, or shall I fetch Elise to aid you?" She leaned forward, staring at the Widowmaker, still smiling. "Convince the cat to see why it should be oh so curious, dear."
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 6, 2013 21:04:24 GMT -5
Evelynn leans forwards, staring at LeBlanc... Though it was unintentional, the room seemed to grow slightly darker... A sadistic grin forms on Evelynn's face clearly showing her fangs, "LeBlanc dear... I am giving the box to him. Not you. I am not... enticing... You." Evelynn's fingernails were digging into her own palms as she refrained from doing whatever sick little thoughts here playing in her mind.
The room returns to the usual contrast as Evelynn sits back in her chair turning her eyes to Swain with a slight smirk on her lips instead of the sadistic grin from before, "What if I said Demacia will be hurting afterwards?"
Last Edit: Mar 6, 2013 21:05:32 GMT -5 by The Widowmaker
Post by The Master Tactician on Mar 6, 2013 22:44:38 GMT -5
The Grand General's expression darkened with the room around him as Evelynn addressed LeBlanc. He said nothing, though the scowl on his face was statement enough of his disapproval.
At the Widowmaker's final words, a vague glimmer of interest flickered over his face. Hands still clasped upon the table, Beatrice leering from his shoulder, he spoke evenly: "I am a very generous man, Evelynn, when it suits my purposes. I could offer you many things, assuming your information is worth my while. The question becomes, what is it you desire?" His fiery gaze remained fixed upon Evelynn's face, now devoid of anything but civility and purposeful initiative.
"A mask of anonymity under which to pursue your interests?" He glanced briefly at LeBlanc. "Freedom, perhaps, from one set of bonds--or the other. Or simply a place to sate your desires whilst the League cannot offer you the same?" He lifted his brows, still watching Eve intently.
"You have something specific in mind, madame," The Master Tactician asserted. "Something of importance to you--elsewise you would not have come halfway across the world. So. Issue me your request. If your information is indeed as valuable as you let on, there is no reason why your compensation should not be."
Post by The Deceiver on Mar 7, 2013 0:01:22 GMT -5
LeBlanc did not betray whatever thoughts she may have had for Evelynn at the current time. Instead, she took another sip of tea and waved her hand at the Widowmaker towards Swain, her demeanor overly serene. "By all means, darling, I was just making conversation. No reason to get uppity."
She flicked her eyes towards Swain for a brief moment and nodded her head. "Those are easily plausible, within my realm of possibility, if those are what she desires."
Last Edit: Mar 7, 2013 0:03:49 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 7, 2013 4:10:16 GMT -5
Evelynn chuckles at Swain's suggestion, her eyes flicking to LeBlanc as she speaks, "I may still have need of the Institute... The league doesn't stop me from... Sating my particular thirsts..." She smiles and sits upright, she stares Swain dead in the eyes and simply says, "I want you to attack Demacia at the same time the terrible beasty does."
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