Post Butchering - Private Tea Room (Closed RP)

"I will repay your kindness with mine," he replied without pause, "as is proper." Crimson eyes searched her face for any indication of her true motivation. Gnarled hands remained folded upon the table. "You may begin."

LeBlanc stared at Evelynn, eyebrow raised. "That is going to fail, hilariously. However, if he does commit to such an action..." The Deceiver took another sip of tea, musing to herself some thoughts. "Well, that would certainly be interesting, would it not be?"

LeBlanc's voice would echo in Swain's mind, Though it does not mean we should join forces with them, that can lead to some potential with the princeling. A perfect guise for a more...subtle operation, no?

She tittered and reached for Evelynn's hand. LeBlanc would pat it affectionately and smile at the Widowmaker while saying, "That is quite adorable dear, and it will be a most informative gauge as to the defenses of Demacia and the League combined has. Will that be all, or is there something worth more weight that you have to offer?"

Again, shrewd eyes darted between the two women. Like embers riled by a breeze, their crimson glow intensified at the exchange, burned brighter at Evelynn's final threat. Calmly, imperiously, he spoke: "LeBlanc."

He shot her a telling look, one full of dark intensity, but also containing a glimmer of disquiet: something so subtle perhaps only she would be able to discern it. "Leave us," came his hoarse command. Were she still attuned, his silent addendum would pass into her mind, But leave your eyes with me.

He returned his attention to Evelynn, leaned back in his chair, brought his folded hands over his breastplate. "Tell me everything you have, keeping in mind that my favor will match yours in value and extent."

Evelynn rolls her eyes, a look of amusement on her face,
"Drama queen..."
She looks around, not entirely sure if LeBlanc had really gone... It was fine, Evelynn simply wanted to talk with Swain without the comments from LeBlanc, she turns her attention to Swain,
"So... Now that it's just you and me..."

She feigns a look of innocence and quietly begins syphoning pain from Swain, the red mist seeping from swain and into the palm of her hand as it lay on the table. She was smirking wondering if he even noticed the pain lessen slightly... There was so much of it, perhaps she should ditch the Isles and come here for a while... Her thoughts snap back to why she was here in the first place,

"Want to know everything? Like say... How and where they're arriving on ships? About the Dark Summoner-knight? Thresh and Nocturne being sent to Demacia first in order to obliterate their moral? Ask and you shall recieve General."

Evelynn snaps her palm closed, the pain would collapse back to Swain. Evelynn lets out a disappointed sigh... Until he speaks again, she sits upright and stares at Swain, an odd curious expression on her face...
"Aren't you just full of suprises..."
Her voice was quiet... She then breaks out in a smile and leans back as if this were nothing more than a casual conversation,
"Okay then... The Ruined King is sending both Nocturne and Thresh to Demacia before the invasion, apparently he is searching for something... He refuses to inform any of us on the details. He's using them to break the Demacian's moral before the invasion even starts, covering Demacia in darkness followed by Thresh doing the things Thresh does, tormenting everyone stealing souls and such... The usual."

She taps her nails on the arm of the chair, a look of almost boredom on her face,
"Then even if they don't get what they're searching for, The Ruined King plans on sending a force to the coast... Of course, being undead, they can travel under the water undetected and unable to be seen... Until it is to late.... Then, the fun begins..."

She smiles her eyes alight with sadistic pleasure now,
"His forces will sweep across Demacia, hundreds upon thousands of undead creatures moving in one large sweeping swarm that will eventually break off and head to key points in Demacia's territory, trade and supply routes, choke points.... Then, the big guns come in when they have Demacia's attention, the abominations the king has forged from various creatures... They don't exactly have a name, so calling them abominations is easier. I even heard whisper of a dragon bound to the kings service.... Seige weapons too. It will be relentless Swain.."

By now she had a large grin plastered on her face,
"They won't have time to respond, they'll be slaughtered like cattle... The Isles knows about Demacia's champions and how to beat them... Demacia knows nothing of His forces or their strengths... Armor piering balista disguised as normal balista to take down the dragon should she show, Magics to counter Lux's, They even have a special unit to track down Jarvan should he show his face on the field of battle..."

She watches his expression to see if the comment about Jarvan effected him at all, she then continues,
"Speaking of magic... The Knight, known to us as Azazel, apparently from the order of dark summoner-knights that razed Urtistan all those years ago. The King won't tell anyone much about him other than he is... Rather powerful... He can raise the dead as servants or simple minded slaves. He even put down a woman in bone armor with barely a flick of his sword..."

She frowns and looks Swain in the eye,
"He isn't bound by the League, and plans on using unsanctioned magic... Something called The Black Hex... Where ever he commands, he will use it... I think the King wishes to draw the League's summoners out into the fight... I do not know why..."

She smirks at him,
"Perhaps you should ask him why yourself."

Evelynn chuckles at Swain's question on numbers, she stands from the table and begins wandering the room,
"More than hundreds and thousands... To many to count... The same fog the shrouds the isles will be used to smother Demacia and hide the Undead's real numbers once they arrive at the coast."

She pauses and looks to Swain, doubt showing through on her features,
"He wants the Institute to be involved, He wants them to send their summoners... I was wondering if he was doing so in hopes of securing a nexus... Just a thought."

She smiles once more,
"Well, why wouldn't he want to meet with you? Demacia and Noxus have been enemies since the begining... 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' perhaps?"