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"What's the matter, brother?" Draven asked, feigning concern. "Can't find a date to the festivities?"
"Typical." He began to muse. "You've always been too serious. Live a little, Darius! Come with me and..." He stops mid-sentence to consult a list, "Lara, Millia, Rae, and Margreet. We'll have a great time! Blood Brothers hittin' the town! Make the miracle happen, brother. Have a little fun!"
"Hey Draven, what if someone, like me, told you that you should die in your sleep. What would you do to that person?"
"I'd probably recommend you get some manners. That's pretty rude to tell people. Draven can't get behind that kind of behavior. It's so... Un-Draven-like."
"Hey there, Draven. Lookin' snazzy. Heard there's a carnival comin'. Let's you and me take the next five lucky fans in the queue and show 'em a good time, Draven style!"
“Excellent idea, Draven! (Like always.) If there’s one thing I love, it’s the people that love them some Draven. Now where is that list...?”
Let's Admire Me For a Bit [Open]
A line of murmuring fans extended all the way around the block from a small Noxian bookstore. Posters adorned with an ever-grinning, eternally winking Draven were plastered everywhere nearby.
BOOK SIGNING!
MEET DRAVEN!
DRAVEN DOES IT ALL - THE DRAVEN STORY - BY DRAVEN
ON SALE NOW!
The promotions were everywhere around the store, heralding in a colossal line. Men, women, children of all ages were assembled. Some even wearing Draven signatures in imitation of the executioner, all eagerly awaited meeting him, many with copies of his memoirs in hand.
Draven’s Draven Does it All - The Draven Story was unsurprisingly, 2000+ words of egotistical gloating, self-centered anecdotes, interesting Draven facts, and of course Draven-approved artistic interpretations. This was naturally a hit with Draven’s fanbase. As was evidenced by this eclectic collection of Dravenites.
At the head of the line was a leisurely lounging Draven, signing a copy of his own memoir. ”Stay classy, Laura. Love, Draven.” He closes it. ”That good?” The woman responded in a squeal, a torrent of incomprehensible words poured out of her mouth. Draven never stopped smiling and nodded the whole. ”Thanks, babe! You’re a peach.” he points, if only to reiterate. ”Unfortunately, a lot of people need to see Draven today.” Draven explained. ”Feel free to come back around if you have more to say, though!” He added, always open to praise.
He didn’t mind the routine. After all, it was all about Draven.
Ahri staggered into the bookshop, noticing the huge crowd surrounding a table. In her arms was a copy of “Loveless in Demacia,” still fresh in its bindings and covers. Her tails fluttered in a small breeze, as she tried to look over, curious about what was going on…
"HEY!" screamed a woman waiting in line as the nine-tailed fox passed her. "No cutting!"
The woman was totally Draven'd out, mimicing his newest outfit barely even a week after its debut. A modified, gaudy tux with a signature flared collar. The fangirl had it all down, save the mustache. After a pause, her rage subsided. "I like the costume, though! Cool choice! I wonder how he'll like it..." she mused aloud.
"Tell ya what," the enterprising fan began. "You can stick up here with me if you let me know how you did those tails." She layed out her conditions.
"Deal?"
Let's Admire Me For a Bit [Open]
A line of murmuring fans extended all the way around the block from a small Noxian bookstore. Posters adorned with an ever-grinning, eternally winking Draven were plastered everywhere nearby.
BOOK SIGNING!
MEET DRAVEN!
DRAVEN DOES IT ALL - THE DRAVEN STORY - BY DRAVEN
ON SALE NOW!
The promotions were everywhere around the store, heralding in a colossal line. Men, women, children of all ages were assembled. Some even wearing Draven signatures in imitation of the executioner, all eagerly awaited meeting him, many with copies of his memoirs in hand.
Draven's Draven Does it All - The Draven Story was unsurprisingly, 2000+ words of egotistical gloating, self-centered anecdotes, interesting Draven facts, and of course Draven-approved artistic interpretations. This was naturally a hit with Draven's fanbase. As was evidenced by this eclectic collection of Dravenites.
At the head of the line was a leisurely lounging Draven, signing a copy of his own memoir. "Stay classy, Laura. Love, Draven." He closes it. "That good?" The woman responded in a squeal, a torrent of incomprehensible words poured out of her mouth. Draven never stopped smiling and nodded the whole. "Thanks, babe! You're a peach." he points, if only to reiterate. "Unfortunately, a lot of people need to see Draven today." Draven explained. "Feel free to come back around if you have more to say, though!" He added, always open to praise.
He didn't mind the routine. After all, it was all about Draven.
“Although the Grand Opening of my casino was a success very few contest entries were received,” Sivir announces. “Remember everyone has a chance to submit a name for this casino. The winner has free lifetime membership and gets free drinks and tickets to all our events.”
“So far we have Renekton...
"Easy. Draaaaaaven. Sounds nice, doesn't it?'
“You guys are loud. You know what you two could probably use? A drink! Don’t worry, guys. Draaaaven’s buying!”
“Not right now, Draven. I’ve had enough of triple person dates!”
"Look, you two have a good thing going. I'm not going to stand in the way of your love... Draven's keeping it purely platonic. Draven IS here to help, however. You two seem to need it."
“Ah, the finest jealousy in all of Piltover. I’m flattered. I offered you to come! Why do you always behave like this whenever I go out?”
“Because every time you go out you attract freaks and wackos! I worry for you, y’know! Can’t have my boss giving our force a bad reputation, yeah? Juuuust looking out for you.”
"You guys are loud. You know what you two could probably use? A drink! Don't worry, guys. Draaaaven's buying!"
"Draven no please I'd be SO honored if you'd take me out to dinner! You, me, Caitlyn, Corki. Sounds like a blast, eh!?"
“Sorry, pal! Unless…”
Draven pulls out a little notepad, flips a few pages and looks over one, smile ever-present.
“Draven can bring his newest lucky fans: Sheila, Marina, Michelle, and Zoe too. I made a promise. Also you’re just so young, kid! We’re friends. Nothing more. Got it? Good.”
FUN DRAVEN FACT: Draven has Runeterra’s largest recorded axe collection.
Draven, I’m glad I found you. How do you get your axes to cause such heavy bleeding?
"It's all in the torque, guy! You gotta have Draven level pro technique to replicate that... Or compensate with a huge blade like my brother. Try and get some spiiiii~n on your blade, like Draven. I wouldn't try it with your hand things, do it with your other ones."
FUN DRAVEN FACT: Draven has Runeterra's largest recorded axe collection.
“So the gossip around the town is that a certain sexy momma is getting particularly close with a particular whiskey delta, shall we say. What a shocking revelation this is! Ladies and gentleman of Valoran, I am Fiora Laurent, and this is a public service announcement reminding all of you frisky children out there to use protection: because some of you really should not reproduce under any circumstances.”
"Draven approves this message."
”.. Thanks for clearing that up for us.”
“Well, I was just disproving her theory. Nothing wrong with that.”
"Draven's about to blow this rumor wide open. Even during my service, I was surrounded by floozies! Ladies love a man in uniform; especially when that man is Draaaven."
"Let's respond to fanmail." Draven suggested to his favorite person. He opened the first letter.
"Dear Draven,
Today I cut myself when I tried to spin axes like you do all the time at your executions and during your matches on the Fields of Justice! Ouch! How is it that you're so good at it?
Did you ever hurt yourself while learning how?
Looking forward to your reply!
Love,
Dana Carver"
Draven began writing a response after a little deliberation. How he loved the look of his own name penned down on that paper. It even looked amazing in print: Draven.
"Dear Dana,
You have an excellent stage name! You should be an executioner. You'll never be as good as Draven but that shouldn't stop you from trying.
No, I never made any mistakes because I adopted the axe spinning after my military service had come to an end. Having utilized Draven's crazy weapon throwing talent multiple times over the course of my service, my custom Draaaaaven Axes, were tailor made for me by me. As such, they're the perfect weapon for the perfect man.
I encourage you to explore your own talents and come up with your own techniques accordingly. No one can quite Draven like Draven can. That's just a fact.
Keep it up!
Love,
Draaaaaaaven.
P.S. Tell everyone about how Draven sent you a fan letter. You'll be popular in no time!"
First one of the day... But Draven has an obligation. Nobody loves Draven like Draven, and people who love Draven deserve a little Draven in their lives.
"Dude, you're hilarious! Can we be best friends?"
Draven laughs.
"Yes! Draven is a multi-talented gift to all the Dravenites and Dravenettes. Look at us! Enforcing laws. One day, you can be just like Draaaaaven."
"Thank you for your continued efforts to find out if a human can literally drown in their own ego. I'm sure you will get positive results soon."
“Garen! Me an’ your sister are friends now so no need to get upset because I spin more and better than you. How ‘bout a few lessons sometime? Draven’ll show you how it’s done.
Also Katarina says hi.”
"Say there buddy, I like your style. Although you are always going on about yourself. Care for a banana?" Rammus said, smiling, extending the banana as a sign of friendship.
"You can talk? Draven approves!"
Draven shakes his head.
"No thanks, guy. I just had lunch. Draven does always love a nice gift, though! Draven appreciates your sentiment and encourages you to continue this behavior, lil' guy!"
