Noxian Diplomacy

Talon RP blog operating under Institute of War RP.

[lucent-singularity]

Let The Morning Come.

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A brilliant idea, though she forgot to take into account the mysterious man’s incredible finesse- foolish.. she blamed it on not being to actually see him but she should have given him more credit for being able to even get the jump on her in the fist place. She realized this was a grave mistake and she was lucky to even be alive.. If there was another opportunity like before it needed to be absolute- she would not be given three chances..

She leans into the man as he leaps with her. Impressive. Sadly, Lux did not have the time at the moment to applaud his instinctive reply. As the blonde is pulled into the room she had just left, her office, his warmth is noticed.  Round two of the knife… If he had planned to kill her, needless to say he would have already. That meant several things. One, he realized just exactly who she was.. For some that was all the more reason to kill her.. for those a bit more ambitious they would realize Lux was an incredible asset alive. That separated petty street crooks from silent assassins. Luxanna feels goosebumps rise to her skin as Talon’s warm breath dances past her ear. “Your idle threats will not buy you anymore time, assassin.” She more or less spits, but stays still and pressed against him. “You are in quite the predicament. Demacian guards are relentless and swift bringers of justice as I’m sure you’ve heard… Plus, You hold the military genius of Demacia within your hands- just what exactly do you plan to do? I do not think killing me is in your best intention.. Plus if you were after my life you would have taken it already. What.. do you want from me?” Her hands tremble, but her voice does not. Her resolution is firm, but she knows the man so close to her can feel her shaking.

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"You'd do better to keep your mouth shut, Luxanna Crownguard."  Her taunts meant nothing for he knew if anything, her words were merely empty threats. Being this close to the prodigy, it was clear that fear had already struck her.

"I hope you understand your predicament. I'm sure by now you realise now your Demacian guards do not have a chance against me. If anything, I now hold their dear prodigy in my hands." Soft whispers replied to the futile struggles of the mage. Digits traced the smooth skin of her face as he reveled in the fact he had to suppress his blood lust -- it was rare that he never killed when presented with the opportunity; much less when he had it in his hands twice. That being said, the assassin was also slightly irritated. A simple reconnaissance quickly escalated to taking one of the prestigious members of Demacia hostage. He would have already taken her life if it weren't for the serious political implications it had for Noxus and the pressure from the Institute of War. Boisterous clanking of boots could be heard from the hallway as the guards approached the quarters of the prodigy. 

His whispers, though soft, conveyed his extremely firm and aggressive attitude. "The guards are here. All you need to do is say that you're alright and send them off." As he spoke, he grabbed the blonde's wrist, straightening her arm as he pulled it backward in an awkward fashion, causing her to arch forward slightly as he emphasised the cold steel on her soft flesh.

[lucent-singularity]

Let The Morning Come.

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If anyone had asked her what she felt, Lux would have told them amazement. The absolute silence and stealth the man moved with was incredible. Truly, this man was a formidable monster of night itself. Her body tenses immediately, and a small noise of surprise passes her lips. One might have assumed this is where Lux would have screamed if she were a fool, but the cold edge of steel pressing against the soft flesh of her neck told her that wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea. His words are soft, quiet like the shadows themselves and she strains herself to even hear his command over the torrent outside.. and within of course- her heart beats louder than the thunder outside. “Okay.” She murmurs quietly, her hands are trembling- this was probably a bad time to realize it. Luxanna is no fool. But she also realizes an assassin’s greatest weapon is surprise itself. She wonders briefly what this man is after but figures now is not the time. With visible hesitation, Luxanna raises both trembling arms- file folder plopping to the floor spilling a couple notes onto the floor. This is where she makes her move. At once, something dull and unseeable forms within the palm of her hands. It’s energy, forced dark through Luxanna’s will itself. Normally, her willed energy is bright like the light itself.. But her mastery over magic and illusions was amazing- this was not exactly an easy task for her but it was one she could do- obviously. No noise is made from Luxanna as the blast leaves her hands, but the wall opposite her open palms erupts suddenly, bedrock and brick torn and tumbling from the wall. The force of release itself sends her rocketing backwards into Talon himself. With how close they were, there was no easy way to dodge the blonde’s suddenly in motion body, and with her moving backwards INTO Talon, it would keep her safe from the dagger against her neck.

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And it was then the wall before them spontaneously erupted, and Luxanna flew straight into his direction. Without time to react, the force propelled both of them towards the end of the corridor, with Talon losing grip on his dagger

The inertia from the blast was immense that they had some air time before hitting a wall, so Talon kicked the ground forcefully, instinctively wrapping the mage’s waist with one arm to keep her close. It’s probably safer to keep her close to prevent her from doing anything excessive. At least for Talon, that was his rationale. Should she activate her magic again, he could at least take her down.

Somersaulting reduced the inertia from the blast, and with a safe landing, Talon threatened Luxanna with another dagger that he whipped out from his cloak. The fact that his hood came off during the tussle was less of a problem — there were more important things to address now. He pulled her into the room where she came from, closing the door behind him as leaned against it. His knife pressed against the center of her neck, he now held her as close to his chest as possible.

"The guards are coming. Do not make a sound, or you're not going to be so lucky this time," he softly whispered into her ears. 

And he thought the royal palace was a chore to infiltrate.

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let the morning come; [open post]

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It was true, security in Demacia had been slacking. With the Institute being up now,and the announcement of Runeterra’s disputes to be brought to the summoner’s attention, people thought the hostility would cease. She could only assume Noxus and the like had similar mind sets as she did.. Someone there had too at at least. Right? Was it foolish to think of your enemy as equals instead of inferior? Such a mindset did not prepare you for the truth and what was to eventually come. 

Talon went unnoticed, the blonde letting a lengthy sigh fill the comforting silence around her. A bundle of files was seen under her arm within the flickering lights that barely illuminated the hallway. One could only assume anything of relative importance was within said folder. The time touched her mind for a fleeting moment. It wasn’t of importance right now. She guessed it was about 2 in the morning, most people who worked early wouldn’t even be up to start their day for another 3 hours at the latest. So it seems that walk was going to happen after-all~ The blonde moves blissfully unaware of who is around her. Mind you, unaware and unprepared are vastly different things when you are the tactical and magical prodigy of Demacia itself…~

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He tensed as he watched the figure slowly approach, her eyes glinting under the illumination of the light every time she passed a window as she stared out into the dark sky. The pounding rain helped in concealing his presence, since it seemed to be a great distraction.

The girl was holding a stack of files under her arm, meaning that she would not be able to retaliate quickly -- as she got closer, her features were slowly revealed under the flickering lights; frills could be seen fluttering as she took light steps towards to stairs. At the first glance, he immediately identified the girl to be Luxanna Crownguard. There was no way he would have not be informed of the prodigy, even if he had not met her personally on the fields before. Her distinct blonde hair sealed the deal.

Damn it. A magic user and a champion, no less. This will be complicated. 

The moment she got close enough, the assassin ducked under and got behind the mage, having his blade line up next to her neck in an instant. "Raise your hands forward and open your palms. Don't point them up. I'm not here to kill you, but any other action will be deemed as hostile and I will slit your neck regardless."

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let the morning come; [open post]

Rain always brought a layer of mellow to the bright white city of Demacia. It was easy to fall prey to the rolling pillows of greys and purples. Beautiful to some, Lux included but she would never admit it. She stood for kindness, for light and for kindness.. Just what would her people say if she were to ever admit her love for the darkness that crawled and pulled itself over the sky? The blonde spent most of her day glued to her chair within her office space, pen dancing across papers. With the arrival of the Institute, the tension in Runeterra was noticeably lighter. That wasn’t to say it had vanished completely and it would be foolish for anyone to think it would within a day. So she planned and thought and worked as she did every night. What would she do if this happened? If this happened, this would be the best approach.. Sometime during this time, the blonde had fallen asleep on her desk, pen previously skittering to and fro rolling off the desk.  When the Crownguard awoke, night had taken Demacia in it’s grip, the rain from before pounding relentless and loud against her window. Luxanna realized what had happened and after sighing at her self, she filed what she had done where it needed to be and stepped out of her office quietly. The place was abandoned- city officials all already tucked into bed yet she still moved with fear of bothering or waking anybody. The rain was refreshingly cool against her skin, and for a long moment she gazed upwards and let her mind wander into the night. The mind was such a dangerous and scary place.. Maybe it was best to take a walk through the city and let it sort itself out.. And that’s just what she planned to do.

[swornloyalty]

In Demacia -- again. How many times had Talon been here? Was it eight? This probably made it the ninth time. Reconnaissance was a chore, especially if it involved the royal palace. He wished his father would have sent him somewhere less mundane, but it was an order nonetheless. Security was lax, given that there were only two guards who would probably keep themselves occupied and distracted with lighthearted chatter as the rain pounded against the stone walls of the building. 

Sneaking in through the windows on the second floor, the Blade's Shadow immediately made headway for upper levels where he was informed that the document that he was looking for was possibly there. The upper floors, unlike the lobby, were simply softly illuminated by the street lamps outside the streets, shadows cast by walls alternated between light that entered through windows. As he swiftly paced towards the end of the walkway on the sixth floor, the sound of doors opening could be heard, prompting him to hide in the shadows.

A slender figure emerged as she gazed towards the night sky. Why would anyone still be here? Regardless, he kept still within the shadows hoping that she would just return to her quarters. He would be left with no choice but to silence her if she had found out there was an intruder. 

He waited silently, blade in hand.

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"Hmm, how intriguing. You saying that no one would be able to defeat you off the field?" He took full measure of the shadowy Noxian. Rather calm, wasn’t he? Yasuo had not expected the man to be so hard to ruffle.

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He sped up the twirling, staring at the blade before he brought sheathed it back in. "My opponent would have ceased to exist in the time I used to keep my blade."  He carefully analysed his features as he did with all other people he had first met.Talon understood the limits of his skills, but he was just about to banter unnecessarily with man with such a lackadaisical attitude.

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honor-death-and-hangovers:

The samurai chuckled and leaned back against his sword, the end of which was wedged deeply into the ground. “Eh, you know, just waiting for my summoner to show up.” He smiled and tilted his head a little. “That was a fair match you just fought, Noxian. Can’t help but wonder what it was like to deal with those cooldowns.”

He pulled out a small dagger sheathed in one of the leather straps on his thighs and skillfully twirled it with his fingers.

"Cooldowns are merely a handicap for my opponent. There is no one who can match the blades of Du Couteau after all."

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"Hey! I noticed you ran out of mana again. That's gotta be rough, huh?"

"Rough? It's never rough. The opponent is dead anyway." The man traced digits over the grooves of his blade, musing to himself as he affixed his gaze towards the samurai. 

"What do you want?"