#fojopen

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Something in the Wind (Open)

After being sent on a mission, Quinn found herself terribly exhausted. Demacia was working her overtime, worried about Political shifts in the system they worked hard to upkeep. None of it was of Quinn’s care or business, but it was her job to serve. 

It was a rare sight to find her lounging around in the institute, but there she was, grooming Valor with the utmost decency and care. If you listened closely you could hear her purring sweet nothings to Valor as if he was a dog. Things such as “Who’s a pretty bird” and “You’re gonna look so good, today!” Nothing you would ever hear her say to another being. 

She was so absorbed into her care for Valor, that she didn’t hear the person approach her. Something she cursed herself for under her breath, it was her job to have eyes and ears as far as she could.

[twistedcardshark]

Return from Bilgewater (Open RP)

After weeks of hiding out and getting the hell out of dodge, Twisted Fate was finally enjoying a moment of piece and quiet safely away from the bays of Bilgewater.  It was...pleasant in its own way to catch up with Graves, but Twisted Fate couldn’t exactly say he was quite ready to be chummy with him yet.  The card shark was pleased that he could make amends with his old partner, but the bastard was still terribly stubborn.  

Making his way through the streets of the quiet town, Twisted Fate decided to make his way to the shopping district.  He needed some new boots after the disgusting muck that filled them after trying to get the hell away from Gangplank’s goons.  And...he was looking to find a little more coin to fill his pocket too.

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Open)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

[spinny-spinny-man]

(FOJ open RP) Watching carefully

Pantheon studied the halls of the institute carefully, eyeing the building from under his dragon-horned helm. He quite liked the new armor The Institute had given him, and wore it rather often while on guard. He would stand watch whenever he wasn't sleeping, eating, or competing in The League. Here he saw champions, summoners and spectators alike, all passing through the halls. His services were rarely needed, though he still did all he could for the place he now called home. Here he stood, watching the passerby pass him by, the flame dancing off his new, eternally-lit spear.

[crown-prince-of-demacia-blog]

Nothing was more frustrating to Jarvan than losing battles. So today was one of his worst days recently. He hadn't had a victory in...who knows how long? The tattered looking prince wandered the halls of the institute thinking about the day in a whole. Were summoners just...not sure how he fought? Or was it that they were less favorable to him because he was weak? Jarvan let out a huff and sat down on a bench in the halls. Today sucked. He just hoped that was the last battle of the day. Jarvan was never one to take defeat lightly.

[spinny-spinny-man]

Old Land, New Techniques (FoJ Open)

Every door had one slipped under it. Pantheon had made sure of this, as he proofread his original copy, The Summoners having created a hundred and change of them for the Artisan to hand out to all of his fellow champions: an invitation to join him as he traveled to the Freljord, to seek out trainers from the Winter's Claw, to learn from them. The invitation read that he would take anybody who came with him wherever they wanted to go.

[riven-the-exiled-blog]

FoJ Open- Under the Moonlight

Riven let out a groan of boredom, slamming her fist on the table beside her, before cracking her knuckles. She'd grown tired of sitting around, waiting for the next big thing to bring about excitement. 

Throwing on a pair of shorts that were probably suitable only for sleeping, and a small tank top, she let down her hair, and grabbed her sword. Nothing like late night practice to keep her blood flowing, right? 

Running a hand through her messy hair, she grabbed the blade, and marched down to the courtyard, expecting to find it all but abandoned. Her eyes widened in a pleasant surprise when another figure stood, training under the high moon. A cool breeze ran through her body, sending a relaxed feeling to her core, as she marched down to the stadium.

"Hello. Always nice to see another practicing so late under the stars." She said coolly, trying to sound pleasant. 

[spinny-spinny-man]

Far Too Quiet (Open)

Pantheon walked into the main hallway of the Institute of War, examining his surroundings. The place looked deserted, at least, of any champions, out and about, doing as they would. Summoners paced the halls, this much was true, but it had been a very, very long time since Pantheon had seen a champion walking the hallways as they used to, and as he still did, on occasion. He sat down on  a bench, red eyes burning through the darkness his helmet provided. Soon, though, he would find familiar company joining him.