Garen Crownguard.

Ask, RP blog for Garen Crownguard of Demacia.

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 Her gaze followed the bag of gold, which brough a puzzled look on her face. She simply looked up at him, placing her hand on the hip. Her lips formed a small smirk.

“I don’t need your gold, Garen, but I admit you really did spend a lot of your time trying to trace down my daggers.” Kneeling, she continued. “And take good care of them too. Do you like them so much?” She teased.

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Garen smiled at her and stood up, moving over the bed he lay down and laughed. “No actually, i just find it hilarious that the most feared assassin in Noxus has been losing her touch, im starting to think that Mutt Talon is a better adversary than you, or maybe that buffoon darius?” Garen poked fun at the woman and was clearly asking for trouble, but he knew her intentions.

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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Garen looked at her but did not say a word, instead he slowly withdrew down the hallway and entered his room, the hallway was dark and had but a single candle illuminating the area. the walls were not that of a typical Demacian inn or tavern, no paintings or adornments were layered around and the paint was plain. He smiled as he sat down in the room, What Surprises had he planned?

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 Quietly, she followed him. There was this strange feeling that made her feel uncomfortable and somewhat naive. Was she making a mistake of trusting him into this? It’d be low for him to attack her from nowhere. She did brought her daggers though. Just to be sure.

Watching him sit before her carefully, the assassin put her hood down. “What’s on your mind?”

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen smirked as she walked into the room, the room was abreast with golden lapels and banners, much more demacian like. It would appear the room was often used by garen because it seemed to be much more decorated than the rest of the tavern. “So Miss du couteau, i suppose you will need an ample reward for making it here unscathed? I think it would be fair to applaud you for your efforts” He threw a bag on the floor and inside there was a gold pouch and a small dagger. “You forgot one”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 Katarina’s attention was taken by the bartender. It surprised her he even knew she was supposed to be, or at least that she was supposed to be here. From his words, she clearly understood that Garen spoke with him.

Giving the man a thankful nod, the assassin quickly moved to up stairs. She wasn’t surprised when she saw the Demacian waiting for her. Her emerald eyes somewhat glowed in the dark with a matching grin.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long, Crownguard.” 

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen looked at her but did not say a word, instead he slowly withdrew down the hallway and entered his room, the hallway was dark and had but a single candle illuminating the area. the walls were not that of a typical Demacian inn or tavern, no paintings or adornments were layered around and the paint was plain. He smiled as he sat down in the room, What Surprises had he planned?

[illuminatinglux]

W-What?! A Demacian having feelings for a noxia.... Oh well never mind, do as you will younger sister.

“Oh come on, Garen! Everybody knows how you look at Katarina! Don’t you tell me stuff like this.”

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“I won’t tell them anything if you keep quiet, too.” she smiled and crossed her slender arms in front of her chest. “From good sources I know that… some red haired Noxian is thinking a lot about a certain someone…”

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Garens face went red but he turned away from his sister to hide it from her. “Dear sister, you know aswell as i that we must report any dissent to the exemplar...” He started laughing but quickly stopped before he made himself out to be bigger fool. He brushed her hair and made it a mess. pulling a chair to him he sat on it looking at his younger sibling. “Good sources eh? Not exactly what i would call the hooded one, But im sure we can come to a deal Luxanna. You tell me some of what you know, and im sure i can protect you from any harm should someone find out about this”

[illuminatinglux]

W-What?! A Demacian having feelings for a noxia.... Oh well never mind, do as you will younger sister.

“Oh come on, Garen! Everybody knows how you look at Katarina! Don’t you tell me stuff like this.”

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[illuminatinglux]

“You are my big brother… I’ve been trained in investigating other’s behavior since I was a child and you are not as good in hiding your emotions, as you might believe.” The blonde cheekily returned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I don’t care anymore. This kingdom is no longer my home. I am… Sick of being just another chess piece for the king! Katarina and Talon… were so nice to me. It is terrible that we are getting told that Noxians are monsters. They are humans just like us!”

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“Luxanna!, think about what you are saying, Its not so easy for a demacian to renounce ties with the state, and especially the king.” Garen sighed and leaned back onto a wall, his frame shadowing her, he brushed his hair from his face and shrugged, he laughed a little and lightly patted her on the head. “But it doesn’t mean i don’t support your choice either way, even if it lands me in a lot of trouble.” Garen twitched a little for a moment. “So uh,.. Did Katarina say anything about me while you were around them?”

[illuminatinglux]

W-What?! A Demacian having feelings for a noxia.... Oh well never mind, do as you will younger sister.

“Oh come on, Garen! Everybody knows how you look at Katarina! Don’t you tell me stuff like this.”

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“What!? That has never been proven or been confirmed by anyone Luxanna! those sort of allegations could land me in serious trouble with You know who.”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 Katarina picked up the note quickly. After reading her gaze was set back on the Demacian. As he disappeared off her eyesight, a sigh left her lips. She was not just gonna try her luck, the assassin was going to succeed.

Putting the note away, she took the way back to home in a short run. Without stopping to explain to anyone where she was going, Katarina grabbed her hooded top and moved out. Of course the knifes on her stayed. Where will she go without them?!

There she was standing in front of her Tavern wooden door. Her emeralds eyes examined the place from out side quickly, before looking down on her note to besure he’s not mistaken of the place. Putting the note away, the red head walked in. She pulled the hood down, walking down to the bar. There was a free seat, which without thinking much she took gladly. Leaning on the table before her, she let her sight travel around the inside of the Tavern. Now where is Crownguard…

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen was home, he wandered around the open city state without a care in the world, he walked from place to place, wearing his usual garb, abreast with the jewels and finery a demacian general was expected to be seen in, as night set in he approached the tavern he told her about. “Lets see if she arrived, although i assume she didnt” Garen scoffed as he walked in, the bartender looked at him and smiled, “My lord Crownguard, it is an honour” The man was startled but Garen quickly waved him away. “Im expecting a visitor, ill be upstairs, when she arrives she will no doubt be well clothed and in a hood or mask, send her up to room 15 please” As he walked upstairs he set his stuff down and waited, “Not many people tonight” He said. and he closed his eyes for a while. After a short rest he awoke to the sound of the tavern door opening, approaching his door, he slipped a shirt on and walked to the end of the hallway, awaiting his guest.

[death--lotus-blog]

Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 After putting away her dagger, Katarina’s green orbs locked on the Demacian in front of her once again. A small smirk crooked her lips. She could almost feel the challenge’s taste and she must admit that this was one of the best tastes she’ll ever get herself on.

“You can’t say what will happen, Crownguard. Maybe someday I’ll find a reason to sneak in Demacia and show you that a high placed assassin like I am could easily move through the shadows and enter the city-state without no-one noticing.”

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen started to turn away and laughed rather loudly, a slight breeze picked up and he pushed his hood down as his large frame walked a few steps into the distance, he managed to walk a few paces before reaching into his pocket again and withdrawing a small note. “Well i was hoping you would say something like that, so here, if you ever “find” yourself in Demacia, Please come try your luck. If you manage to arrive here unhurt, ill be most impressed.” He dropped the note on the floor and walked briskly into the night, the sound of footsteps slowly echoing away in the distance. on the note there was just 2 lines of crudely written text. “101 Lights square, Tavern, wear a hood”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her green eyes met his gaze once again, her usual smirk crossing her lips. The sharp edge of the dagger pointed at him threateningly. Although she had no intentions of hurting him in any way.

“That’s a challenge I’d like to try controverting.” Her hand with the blade was put back, while her grin turned into a smile again. “Maybe next time you’llbe the one to lose something.”

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Garen gulped and lowered his voice a slight bit, he brushed his hair back and smiled at her. “Well now that i have returned the dagger to you, it would seem that my business here has finished, and i shall return to demacia in the morning” Garen looked at her before raising his hood back over his head. “Im not clumsy enough to loose a weapon as large as mine Miss katarina, You would have to take something from me, and i dont have anything on me to lose, perhaps you will need to find a better reason to pursue me to demacia”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 Katarina felt sort of guitly for not having the chance to do something for him. Not that it was her fault, but she just felt obliged on returning the favour.

A small a rather soft smile appeared on her lips. It was far from her usual teasing smirks. You could call it a real smile.

After realizing her ‘silly look’, the red headed assassin cleared her throat and started playing with the sharp blade in her hands. Could she be more obviously embarassed by a simple smile than this? No, it was the reason why she was smiling.

“You know… you made me wonder, if I’d do the same for you.” She finally spoke, still avoiding his gaze.

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Garen looked at her a moment and saw her face, he smiled and leant back on the wall looking down at her. “you know, you arent so “Sinister” Looking from here, more dainty like a small red haired rabbit.” Garen laughed a litttle to himself but quickly returned his gaze to her as to now get a dagger to his vital areas. “Perhaps you would, maybe you couldnt. Demacia isnt as easy to sneak into now a days.”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen laughed.“yes i know, hard to believe isnt it, however espionage isnt my motive to be here in this…Place”Garen threw the hood onto the floor and reached into his pocket, what he took from there was a small black dagger with black etchings in the blade and hilt.“you dropped something, ive been meaning to give it back”Garen stood for a moment before he held out his hand, it was dark out and the alley was quiet, yet he felt like he and her were not the only ones around.

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 For a moment, her gaze followed the falling cloth to the ground with a confused look before looking up at him again. Her eyes blinked lightly, as he held her blade in his hands.

“I was wondering where it was–” The assassin reached out to take it carefully from him. Was the blade polished? It was sparkling clean, despite the last time when they met was a little… bloody.

Her bight emerald eyes locked on his. “Why did you wasted so much time to bring back something like this to an enemy? To be more specific: your rival.” The curiousity building up in her made her heart rase. 

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen smirked at her as she took the blade from him. “I can tell you have noticed the blade and hilt have been cleaned up, i think it was the least i can do, the last time you see it, it was in my shoulder blade” Garen laughed again lightly, “Besides, it was me who got it all dirty with my blood wasn’t it, and i suppose i might aswell be honest, the blade doesn’t belong to me, so i thought it only right to return it to its rightful owner, admittidley i havent been trying very hard to give it to you, its been nice to carry it around with me.”

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen turned and pushed his hood back over his head, he looked at her from the points of her boots to the tips of her locks of fiery hair.“No particular reason” He smirked, “Can i not visit noxus once in a while? Perhaps im picking up a souvenier for my sister?“Garen laughed and looked at her, “you know why im here Katarina, although this isnt the first time ive been here, this IS the first time i have been spotted”

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 “Intriguing.” She allowed herself to widen her grin at him, before it slowly faded away. Allowing the silence to take over for a couple of moments, Katarina started again. “I’m impressed how a man with your height and muscle mass can be a spy and in the same time remain undetected.”

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen laughed.“yes i know, hard to believe isnt it, however espionage isnt my motive to be here in this…Place”Garen threw the hood onto the floor and reached into his pocket, what he took from there was a small black dagger with black etchings in the blade and hilt.“you dropped something, ive been meaning to give it back”Garen stood for a moment before he held out his hand, it was dark out and the alley was quiet, yet he felt like he and her were not the only ones around.

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Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

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 “Call the guards?” The assassin chuckled rather childishly. With one swift move, she pushed herself off the wall and took a bold few steps towards him. “That’d be boring, wouldn’t it?”

Her grin matched his, hand placed on her hips. “Maybe you can tell me what are you up to first and then I’ll think about what am I going to do with you.” 

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen turned and pushed his hood back over his head, he looked at her from the points of her boots to the tips of her locks of fiery hair.“No particular reason” He smirked, “Can i not visit noxus once in a while? Perhaps im picking up a souvenier for my sister?“Garen laughed and looked at her, “you know why im here Katarina, although this isnt the first time ive been here, this IS the first time i have been spotted”

[death--lotus-blog]

Standing strong, broad shouldered and with a menacing grimace on his face he saw her. Leaning on the wall he was near he watched from afar, his gaze making him oblivious as to what was going on around him, He shouldnt have been here, in this Wretched place.

 She must admit that it was quite unsusual to see someone like the Might of Demacia so deep in enemy territory. Was he just not afraid or simply a masochist…

Shining emerald eyes were locked on him with sly smirk. Arms crossed and back leaned on the stone wall, her voice echoing in the empty alley.

“Look who I found here.” The red head teased, almost mocking him.

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen was shocked, had his over-garments not covered him up appropriately or was she just too good at seing through the facade. Needless to say he just scoffed and turned up his nose. “Miss Du Couteau, it would seem you have spotted me, a cat among lions it would seem, Are you not going to call the guards? Or perhaps that buffoon Darius to come and lop my head from my shoulders?” He smirked at her and lowered his hood slightly enough so his near golden/bown hair was visible.

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OOC post.

For those that were part of my time at RA, Thanks for the Fun times and everything, Jogging back into Independant RP now though, so i need to say goodbye to you all. Feel free to send me asks or anything to do wih RP and ill answer, most of you have me on skype aswell if you need me c: I hope to speak to you all soon if you so wish.

[pride-passion-demacia]

The Might’s Plight

[fleshwxrk]

“ ι нєαя тнαт тнє ρяιηcє ιѕ вαcк ιη тσωη . ωну ησт нαηg συт ωιтн αη σƖɗ fяιєηɗ ? ησω уσυ ωιƖƖ ησ Ɩσηgєя вє αƖσηє αηɗ тнєяє ωιƖƖ вє ѕσмєσηє fσя уσυ тσ єηנσу уσυя cσмραηу ωιтн . ”

her head tilted to the side . garen didn’t seem to recognise them . the ball made its way to poke the might of demacia in the head .

[pride-passion-demacia]

Garen smiled as the ball gently touched his head, he looked at it and tilted his head slightly. “Curious, I remember a young girl, almost danced, while she killed people, similar ball to the one you have.” and i havent seen the prince yet, he is probably strung up somewhere by that fool darius. “So whats your name?”

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Knights without armor.[closed]

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Darius was the headmaster from the way Garen spoke. “Pathetic.” At least it isn’t Swain. “I don’t quite think that this place would go to Zaunite trash, but it’s rather difficult to decide whether or not I’d rather have a Zaunite headmaster or a Noxian. Both are disgusting and unheard of.”

Roommates were a thing. He wasn’t gifted with a roommate yet, but he felt that one would come quickly. “That’s unfortunate and distasteful. How are roommates even decided?”

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Garen nodded at Jarvan and shook his head. “I don not know how room mates are decided, i just was told i had the pleasure of being paired with draven, Luckily i have not had the pleasure of being in the room with him at the same time. Garen thought about things for a moment. “And Darius is the Head-master of the academy, i suppose its much better than Swain, he seems to be human enough, Darius has not tried to decapitate me yet....”