➳ (tiny arrow is so kawaii)
Oddly Riven always assumed he would be in this situation, even more odd that a Demacian would be involved. Something about a bird… or scout… either way, he was deemed to recieve her after a battle between Noxian and Demacian forces, despite not being a Noxian any longer.
Riven’s eyes laid on the scout, cuffed at the wrists and ankles.
Quinn’s eyes drifted open, the cold ground giving her some sort of support as her body ached breathing for air. She attempted to move her arms but found them bound behind her back, she looked around the room with no sight of her companion.
“Val?”, she said in a hush eyes still going over every inch of the room before she came across the white haired boy.
“What have you don’t with my bird?”, she demanded to know, it was all she was concerned about in the moment.
@reforged-and-redeemed
Riven tilted his head, arms crossed and waiting for her to wake, “the bird? He is your friend no? … he defended you as the guard bound you up, so he is safe in a cage outside,” he reassured her. Riven then turned his attention to the Demacian, looking her over head to toe… a scout of course, but he felt like he had maybe seen or heard of her before. “… what is your name, Demacian? You seem familiar…” he asked of her, eyes narrowing alittle to study her reaction and answer.
“Quinn.”, she answered with bluntness in her voice knowing she was in no position to not answer his question. While she wasn’t the one with the power here she needed to know what was going on.
“Well if you’re high up enough in the Noxian forces as I’m sure you are presented of how they entrusted me to you, my name may have been thrown around in the ranks.”, she tried to sound cocky almost smug about her role in the Demacian forces not that she ever would be in normal circumstances.
Riven gave a small laugh, soft because of his voice as he crossed his arms over his chest, acting as if she had said something genuinely funny to him.
“Me? High up? No… no I requested you both. Noxus still owes me for my years of service and pain, thus favors were completed and you are now here-” he explained the situation. “I don’t know if you are skilled or not, or who you are at all… but I know you’re Demacian, which means you can help me.”
Quinn pushed herself up off the ground turning to face him which happened to be surprisingly difficult with her wrists and ankles cuffed the way they were. Even if he explained the situation she doesn’t know if she could trust him just yet.
“You weren’t the only one Noxus caused pain, but you know that.”, she said bitterly. “So what does a former Noxian want with a Demacian. Sorry, I mean what would you like help with maybe I can lend a hand once you untie me of course.”
