The might of Demacia has arrived to strike

Garen Crownguard, Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard, Demacia's bravest soldier. {Indie League of Legends RP account! }

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[leng-wa-guo]

[exemplarymight]

      "Huh. It seems crowded today."

[sentimentalslut]

people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways

'eat something'

'buckle up'

'get some sleep'

'i want to give you multiple consecutive orgasms'

[techtonicactivity]

'buy some wards'

[tearofthegoddess-blog]

'click the lantern'

[ggjarose]

'pings “on the way”'

[lmthebest]

'flashes in front of cait ult for you'

[shinysylveon-deactivated2015080]

throws you the lantern 

[sk-itty]

zilean ults you

[djsona]

kayle ults you

[oriannagod-deactivated20150613]

tanks turret while you dive

[zero-power-nerf]

plays champs with knockups when you are Yasuo.

[ask-shen-eye-of-twilight-deacti]

Doesn’t deny you your pentakill

[piltoversdefender]

Places an acceleration gate for you

[exemplarymight]

winwall's for you

[fletchings-and-feathers]

(RP with Exemplarymight)

Dark cloak billowing out behind her, Quinn exited the alleyway that had been her refuge for the past couple hours. Pulling up her hood, she made for the market closest to the commoner’s quarter of the city. Nicking a couple bandages for herself wouldn’t be too difficult there.  The crowded marketplace would be enough distraction, especially for the merchants who were less observant.

Behind her, Valor soared from the alleyway, heading out in the direction of the city gates. It was best if they weren’t together in case the guards got the idea of finding the woman based off where Valor was. Both woman and avian were unsettled by the idea of not being around to warn one another of approaching danger, but it had to be done for their safety. 

The once proud woman moved out in a pained gait, hand wrapped firmly around the bleeding wound. As she approached the first of the outer booths of the market, her steps adjusted, losing any limp or favor they had. She was not going to be found because of something so small as that.

( exemplarymight )

[exemplarymight]

      The city's military branches were messy. Stories of a deserter were being told, a woman Garen had held high respect for. He'd never been fond of idle gossip, but even higher-ups seemed to be talking about the entire affair. If he was to be given the order to act on their behalf, he would not, could not refuse. And, as chance would have it, he was. The exemplary might of Demacia was expected to keep personal feelings from the field-- and so he did. Nevertheless, a certain curiosity was to dwell within as to why she would change sides so suddenly.

The market place was a logical decision in his opinion. A crowded area where it was easy to go unseen, cloaked by the figures of other citizens. Valor had been spotted time and time again, but if he knew one thing about Quinn, then it was that she would not let herself be caught so easily. Armed to teeth, as so often, and focus shifted away entirely from the bird, he trotted through the crowded streets.

What gave her away eventually was her silhouette, and a kind of walk that he was lucky to note. All others saw him and reacted accordingly; they backed away, walked carefully, glanced around. She hadn't. The height fit, her figure seemed to be about right. "You cannot hide from demacian soldiers," he declared as soon as he felt himself close enough, voice kept down to some extend. "But you can safe yourself trouble and turn yourself in."

[exemplarymight]

I've heard about double rainbows enough in my life stop pushing it.

[exemplarymight]

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[exemplarymight]

      “Afternoon. I trust nobody has been up to any shenanigans that ask for punishment?”

[fletchings-and-feathers]

(I

Should I? I do have a M!A going….)

[exemplarymight]

{ Assuming Garen is still convinced that she's the old Quinn? Oho I'd be UP for it }

[exemplarymight]

      "Afternoon. I trust nobody has been up to any shenanigans that ask for punishment?"

[exemplarymight]

      "---hm. Somehow my scarves keep disappearing. I'm starting to run low on them."

[exemplarymight]

"Ah, Garen. Welcome back to Demacia. I trust your mission went well?" Quinn sat, arms crossed as she watched the knight. Valor's plumage ruffled and his eyes narrowed at Garen. A soft hissing sort of noise could be heard from the bird as he expressed his displeasure. (Haieee! Welcome to the Demacian people club)

      His scarf had been torn, much to his displeasure, and he wore an expression that made it clear how worn some quests could have him. The soldier gave the other a small smile in greeting, followed by a light wave of his hand. “I did as I was asked, give or take a few longer-lasting conflicts.” Conflicts that actually had him leave with a bruise or two. He pulled off the torn clothe and threw it aside, then eyes the bird. “Aye, trust me; I’m no happier to see myself than you are, Valor,” he mused with a light chuckle. Ever so grumpy.

[fletchings-and-feathers]

"I can’t deny that I’ve thought of the same thing. All we do is bicker with Noxus, but we don’t have much more than that, huh?" Quinn tilted her head slightly, "You have had the proper military that I never received, right? What did the war even start over? That’s something you learn in knight school isn’t it?" There were things that the woman suffered for because she had not gotten all the training that the rest of the men on women in the army were required to have. She had lucked out and managed to find a way to skip all that training. She probably would have had it rough there anyways.

[exemplarymight]

      "Not these days, we surely don't. For better or for worse. Putting an end to the conflict might be ideal, but something would feel.. amiss." Garen paused at the question he received, then gave a brief, low chuckle. "I can't say I remember. Perhaps I was never told, really. The war has been going on for so long by now that I doubt anyone cares about the original thought behind it. What took place over time and increased the tension is what matters." And what kept them fighting, too. Admittedly, the soldier probably ought to be more aware of his home's history, but such things seemed so blurred after time.

[exemplarymight]

"Ah, Garen. Welcome back to Demacia. I trust your mission went well?" Quinn sat, arms crossed as she watched the knight. Valor's plumage ruffled and his eyes narrowed at Garen. A soft hissing sort of noise could be heard from the bird as he expressed his displeasure. (Haieee! Welcome to the Demacian people club)

      His scarf had been torn, much to his displeasure, and he wore an expression that made it clear how worn some quests could have him. The soldier gave the other a small smile in greeting, followed by a light wave of his hand. “I did as I was asked, give or take a few longer-lasting conflicts.” Conflicts that actually had him leave with a bruise or two. He pulled off the torn clothe and threw it aside, then eyes the bird. “Aye, trust me; I’m no happier to see myself than you are, Valor,” he mused with a light chuckle. Ever so grumpy.

[fletchings-and-feathers]

Her hand stopped, mid-stroke over the bird’s head, "Do you mean for Demacia as a whole?- or just for myself?" Questions like that weren’t asked a lot by soldiers in Demacia. The men and women that served the shining city-state were almost always resolute in their devotion to the country. That’s why it surprised her to hear this query, coming from Garen of all people as well. Even Valor seemed a bit startled by the question.

Truth be told, questions like these often slipped into and out of her mind. Perhaps it was her commoner upbringing, or maybe it was that she was just of a different mindset, but Quinn was not so tightly bound to the ‘Demacian way’ as others seemed to be, so tied up in following it that they might as well tie themselves to it, metaphorically, or course.

While in many ways she appreciated the morals that they were expected to maintain as citizens there, a lot of the things that were included along with those morals seemed… unnecessary. The ranger was far from the perfect soldier who had unwavering devotion for her country. She had a strong sense of justice (thus her line of work), but some of the things that the Demacian army was sent to march because of were just downright idiotic. She had to wonder if the two rival city states were fighting just to have something to keep themselves entertained.

"Of course I wonder about both. Where did this come from, Garen? Something on your mind?" She looked at him finally, hand dropping from Valor’s head, down to her own side.

[exemplarymight]

      Garen might have been the one Demacian fuelled purely by his pride, loyalty and the urge to protect. None other seemed to feel those things quite as strongly, it seemed to him, although he was certain that most were driven by motives akin his own. There was not a trace of doubt in his mind, and there never would be, but political matters were none of his concern, as he only served as a soldier, and he felt entirely out of reach regarding the future of his very home.

Battles were fought and won or lost, but bloodshed was not all that determined the development of relations or countries as a whole. He didn't hold the position to question orders, and never would, since the words of his prince were the words he lived by. And yet; he had a mind like any other, thinking about what was to come, about what was taking place and what had happened in the past. All things considered, the solider pondered about the circumstances more than some might expect him to. It worried him, sometimes. Not because of his own, but because of his enemies. A truce was a truce, but Noxus was firstly not the only enemy out there and secondly yet not to be trusted.

Battle was what he lived for, but even he grew weary sometimes. There would be no peace, that much history had taught them, but a yearning for it would still bubble up from time to time. To live in a just and fair world, it seemed like a dream hardly worth spending a thought on. But something somewhat real nevertheless.

"---not particularly," he eventually replied, giving another soft shrug and flexing his fingers briefly. Keeping all his muscles in check was, after all, important. "I wonder, sometimes, how long this will last. A truce or war. There's hardly more behind it, I simply.. think about it."

[exemplarymight]

"You look like you could use a hand."

      His scarf getting tangled with his armour wasn’t too unusual a sight— but he tended to fix the problem quickly in most cases. This time, he did not. “—I’ll be just fine, but thank you for your concern,” he returned as he tugged at and fiddled with the clothe around his neck.

[essence-flux-primed]

Of course, now that Ezreal had bragged about being a prodigy, he couldn’t very well go back on his claim by saying that he had absolutely no idea how to untangle a scarf that was this tangled in the armor. He’d said he would do it, and now the explorer was quite determined to see it through, regardless of how long it took. 

"Nothing I can’t handle!" The prodigy assured with his usual confidence, though as he followed the taut fabric through to its snag, watched it as it seemed to wind itself tighter and tighter into Garen’s armor, Ezreal wondered if it really was.

"So," He began—small talk always works, right? "How’s Lux?"

[exemplarymight]

      Years of experience made it clear that while wearing clothes in combination with armour was firstly needed and secondly had its advantages, it held just as many disadvantages and tended to cause issues from time to time. However, his scarf held part of his pride, so the particular piece of cloth was needed to remain around his neck-- or a similar one, at the very least. Whenever he wasn't dressed in armour, something blue adorned his looks. It simply fit his loyalty.

      "We shall see," he returned, allowing the smaller figure to move around him and do whatever he thought necessary. A light hum escaped him meanwhile, though it was cut short by his question. Silence. He was not overly fond of the way the two sometimes interacted. It might have been none of his business-- but then again, as Luxanna's brother, it was.

      "Busy," came the dry reply, one that ought to be both the most and least courteous one the prodigy would receive.

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[exemplarymight]

"Ah, Garen. Welcome back to Demacia. I trust your mission went well?" Quinn sat, arms crossed as she watched the knight. Valor's plumage ruffled and his eyes narrowed at Garen. A soft hissing sort of noise could be heard from the bird as he expressed his displeasure. (Haieee! Welcome to the Demacian people club)

      His scarf had been torn, much to his displeasure, and he wore an expression that made it clear how worn some quests could have him. The soldier gave the other a small smile in greeting, followed by a light wave of his hand. “I did as I was asked, give or take a few longer-lasting conflicts.” Conflicts that actually had him leave with a bruise or two. He pulled off the torn clothe and threw it aside, then eyes the bird. “Aye, trust me; I’m no happier to see myself than you are, Valor,” he mused with a light chuckle. Ever so grumpy.

[fletchings-and-feathers]

"Busy. That’s really all I can say about it," Quinn chuckled, reaching up to run her fingers through Valor’s head feathers, something that had become a habit for her to do while she spoke. The eagle had no qualms with this, and stepped down onto her gloved hand to let her proceed to ‘preen’ him, as he saw it. 

"We’ve managed to catch a few of the baddies that have been lingering around some of the outer towns. They seem to think that because it’s not the capital that we won’t notice." She looked up at Garen briefly before glancing back to Valor and rubbing her finger through the delicate feathers on his head. He was due for a molt soon, so she was on the look out for any shedding of feathers. Molting caused the Demacian Eagle to become moody, as the growing feathers were itchy and irritated him. He often took for granted the fact that Quinn was always scratching the papery feather sheathes off for him to keep him comfortable.

[exemplarymight]

      "For better of for worse," he added lightly, giving a brief nod of acknowledgement. They both played their important parts regarding the well-being of Demacia, and both were vital to the matter of keeping the population safe. Playing such a role had its ups and downs, such a thing was natural. For Garen, he hardly focused on the downside anymore and kept his mind on his duty.

      "They wouldn't be the first to underestimate Demacia's forces and caution. It's odd." Foolish, truth be told, of anyone to think that a strong city like his home could so easily be damaged. The ruthlessness of Noxus itself was not enough to blow his people away like that; they were fighters, protected by soldiers all but opposed to losing. A strict code kept discipline a daily routine, making them a firm and precise corps. Alas, the military was never quite all there was, even though it took top priority. Peace had different sides than war or a truce. He watched Quinn for a while, then let out a small sigh. "Do you sometimes wonder where we're headed with our own doing? What the future holds for us, I mean."

[the-blades-of-noxus-deactivated]

[the-blades-of-noxus-deactivated]

"Those push ups are more than just exercising, they’re showing off. You can’t do that and not expect that to happen."

[exemplarymight]

      "I didn't expect you to show such little self-restraint. Then again, I can see why the lack of which would be caused..."

[nutholic]

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