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@the-ionian-brawler
On her tip toe, she kissed his lips softly with a smile. Another kiss down, a few more to go.
He looked at her, completely perplexed, then gave a quick look around the room. “Everyone saw that, right?” He shook his head, laughing. “What got into you today, Dira?”
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Something about how she spoke about fighting was off putting for Sett. He's met people tired of fighting, who were trying to get away from it, but for her it seemed almost... personal. With a shrug, he opted to leave it for now, people's pasts are their own to discuss. Their path was slowly leading the two towards a tavern in a small cliff-side. as they drew closer, they could see the sign swaying in the wind, 'The Pits'. "Alright, I know what you're thinkin', but don't worry, I know where I'm going," He grinned, trying to look reassuring. He swung the door outwards towards them. "No no, ladies first," He waved a hand to let her in, quite politely compared to his usual show of etiquette.
The difference between the outside and the inside of the tavern was night and day. The rickety outside, thought clearly well kept, could not really prepare anyone for the lavish interior of the building. Scarlet drapes covered the painted walls, complementing the many red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Books, drinks, trophies and all sorts of oddities lined the walls at every corner, and wherever there was nothing, the wall was decorated ornately with paintings or carvings. Patrons dressed in outlandish clothes lounged on the sofas, drinking and smoking as they entertained themselves to anything the establishment offered. Music could be heard playing from somewhere further inside, a melody made with brass and string. Looking up, the interior was clearly larger than the outside eluded to, borrowing space from the cliffs the place was carved into.
"Looks a lot better inside, don't it? Place used to be a real pigsty before the 'new management' gave it a much needed upgrade." It was impossible for him to even try to hide his smug, proud tone from his voice there, as he looked at his own handiwork. "But, you want to see the fighting pits, don'tchya? Come on, you're gonna love this." He lead her further in, to another door that seemed to lead to the outside. The guards posted there took one look at him and opened the door, letting them both through without so much as a word. The outside air blew gently against them as they walked out, cool and refreshing from the smoke inside. Instead of inside a mountain, they were greeted by a vast open space, surrounded by cliffs from all side rising up far above them, from far below them. Lights dotted the ground below as they could make out buildings forming what could almost be described as a hidden town. Yells and cheers could be heard even from here, carried by the wind as festivities seemed to be taking place. At the center of it, a giant arena stood taller than the buildings around it, with so much light that it illuminated the small 'neighborhoods' that surrounded it.
"The private elevater's ready for ya, Boss." a gruff stranger called out to Sett. He grinned, soaking in the feeling of being back, and watching Xolani's reaction eagerly. He gently placed one hand on her shoulder as he proudly waved his hand in front of them. "Welcome, Miss Xolani, to MY fighting pits."
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Sett's ear flickered at her indignant huff. He couldn't help it, it was a little too easy to press her buttons. Although, it was clear she was picking up on the game, with her comment on his mother. He couldn't hide his frown as he looked at her victorious smile. For a brief moment, Sett wondered if this is what his opponents felt when he beat them with a smile on his own face. "Ha-ha, hilarious. Ain't too far off though," He scratched the back of his head, wondering just how much he should say. Normally he wouldn't say anything at all, but his time with her's been pretty much anything but normal for him.
"Had a time where money was not as available as I would've liked. Makin' money from fightin's great, so I chose to do that. Made quite a bit of it too, might I add." His grin crept back to his face. "Fighting brings out a part of ya that most people try to keep away. Watchin' fights, fighting yourself, they both bring that out and people like it. Kinda like drinkin', you know?" Putting it into words was harder than he anticipated, but it sounded about right.
“You’re big. I’m here looking for the boss.” @rocking-mist
Sett's ears perked up slightly at the sound of the stranger's voice. Not everyday someone asks for him personally, and even rarer in person. "You think I know where the Boss is because I'm big? That's a funny line of reasoning," Sett chuckled and crossed his arms, staring the stranger down, his confident smirk making an appearance on his face.
"Go on then, big guy, tell the Boss why you’re looking for him."
“You must be his guard or servant then,” Yorick chimes up, “I heard he host a pit down here and wonder if he want some music? I’m bored to death, well bored to be undead?”
Sett pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an audible sigh. "Okay, let's get some things straight, I ain't a servant, and I ain't a 'host', alright? I am THE BOSS of THE PITS. Plural. I ain't running no half-assed shows here." He frowned, and considered the stranger's offer. Music could help liven up the place a bit more. "Name's Sett. I'll need to know yours if we're gonna be doin' business."
“You’re big. I’m here looking for the boss.” @rocking-mist
Sett's ears perked up slightly at the sound of the stranger's voice. Not everyday someone asks for him personally, and even rarer in person. "You think I know where the Boss is because I'm big? That's a funny line of reasoning," Sett chuckled and crossed his arms, staring the stranger down, his confident smirk making an appearance on his face.
"Go on then, big guy, tell the Boss why you’re looking for him."
// sett + glasses = yes plz. @the-lesser-elementalist @the-ionian-brawler ,bless you both for this idea
Idk how he keeps em on, pretend its by magic
So @the-ionian-brawler and I were discussing whether or not Sett’s hearing is good or not since he is a wolverine vastaya right.
Well, we looked it up and apparently “They have poor eyesight and average hearing but a tremendous sense of smell…” (source)
So now I want riot to make it canon that Sett wears reading glasses at home.
Hey, I’m just saying, this opens up a world of possibilities right? Just picture it, “Debonair Sett”. The big guy fully equipped with a suit and glasses, what’s not to love? Boom, a new wave of fangirls/guys right there, come on Riot.
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Sett couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her statement. She doesn't need guards? What, is she gonna buy off every chump who tries to mug her? Maybe she's also got a couple tricks up her sleeve though. He mulled the thought over as they walked. The name Xolani didn't ring any bells either; wherever she was from, it likely was pretty damn far.
"Well off? I guess that's a way to put it." He chuckled and proudly dusted his vest proudly. "Let's just say, money's not an issue with me." The streets were becoming country paths, darker, and more open. The way wasn't far, but it was hidden behind a winding way. "What're you expectin' from the pits? Have you ever even seen proper fights?" He glanced at her, expectantly. If she knew how to fight, he'd want to know what experience she has that makes her so confident.
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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He couldn’t really help but savour her reaction to his outfit, though he was glad she at least could recognise the quality that went into his clothes. “Fight in this thing? Haha, if I’m lucky, I won’t have to. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to see one hell of a show.” He looked over her again, now that he’s closer. The dress was probably worth a lot more than he anticipated. The silk looked incredible. Possibly even better than the Ionian he buys. “I can’t really show you where we’re gonna go if you keep blushin’ and looking away.” He started crossing the bridge, making sure that she was following him. “So, who are you exactly? That dress had to have been worth a lot of cash, and there ain’t a single guard around ya. Think you got nothin’ to worry about?” He spoke calmly, and walked slowly, but his eyes would’ve betrayed his interest, had he been facing her.
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Night was a lot easier to handle than the day. The dim lanterns of the streets could only light up so much, and less people meant less trouble for him to deal with. His steps echoed softly through the dark alleys and empty streets, as he made his way through to the bridge, his gold-trimmed cape flowing slightly behind him. His favourite get-up, the one he was wearing when he rightfully earned the title of “The Boss”, was a little extra, maybe, but Sett made sure to have more copies of it made from Ionian silk and gold, just in slightly different colours, in case he wanted to switch it up a little while he was on the job. Today’s purple cape and white pants seemed fitting.
While a few steps away, he spotted her looking over the bridge. With the moon just rising in the back, it looked like a pretty beautiful sight, but that’s for someone else to admire. He had a guest waiting for him to show them the beauty of the pits.
He dusted his cape’s golden wolverine clasp, he stepped forwards towards her. Her white dress was truly something to see, and it almost seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. ‘Ain’t no way her family isn’t made of gold’ he thought to himself, as he tapped her shoulder grinning in anticipation.
“Really hope you didn’t expect me to be comin’ from the water.”
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Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Honestly, some peace and quiet is nice every now and again. The sun was out, a gentle breeze was blowing by, hell even the birds singing was a nice touch. Ever since he became the Boss, these days got better and better, but sadly, fewer, and further in between as well. With more money in his pockets, he can spend more just showering his Momma with all the things she deserves. ‘Life really is all about the quiet times between beatdowns,’ he thought, chuckling softly to himself. Sett listened to his mother, talking about the weather, and her day. She spoke of how beautiful the scenery was and how wonderful it was that he would bring his mother out to such a lovely café. He knew it was her favourite. It was his too; here, he could truly relax, as not many knew him here, and those who did, knew better than to mess with him. He gently brought his (far too small) cup of sweet coffee to his lips again, and closed his eyes, letting his mother’s soothing voice carry him away to tranquillity. That is, until she came along. “If I may ask, are you a fighter from the pit?” Never had Sett thought he would meet his end by drowning on dry land, but if the alternative was spitting his coffee out onto Momma’s dress, then drowning it is. He coughed his lungs out as he choked on the drink, and tried to regain his composure. His gaze darted to the newcomer, half ready for a throwdown if that’s what they were up for. It was a surprise to him to see such a… small person. Usually, the people that wanted something from him were bigger, more well-muscled. “Sett, what is she talking about?” his mother asked, as all the colour drained from his face. For her safety, and very much his own, she CANNOT find out about this. “Nothing nothing momma, she… must have me confused for someone else. You know how these people are, they see a tall, strong, handsome guy and they’re convinced that he must fight, haha,” he wondered to himself what would be easier, knocking himself out, or running. Sett quickly addressed the newcomer. “Uh, you, don’t worry, I know some directions- my buddies know a guy that can probably tell you where to go from here.” He grabbed her small hand and gave a quick wave to his mother. “I’ll be right back Ma! I just gotta help her out, you know me!” Resisting all his instincts that told him to run, he made his awkward getaway with the stranger. He led her away, through streets that got narrower and narrower, and coincidentally, less crowded too. Eventually, when he was absolutely certain that they were out of earshot, and out of sight from any prying eyes, he turned to her, furious. “Who are you and what do you want? I honestly can’t decide if you’re smart or if you’re brave for trying to pull that off. Do you even know who you’re talking to?” He fired out these questions without a second of hesitation, his brow furrowing as he fully processed what he was looking at. Before him stood a tall-ish person, blue eyes, dark skin, and hair that somewhat reminded him of his ma’s. Definitely not Ionian, or Noxian, and yet, here she is to mess up his day. He sighed and quietly cursed. “What do you want?”
Shocking yet amusing. That’s how Xolani would describe his reaction. ‘Busted’, she thought, trying her hardest to hide her smile until she heard the word ‘momma’ in the middle of his ramble. A part of her felt guilty for exposing his supposed secret but that feeling quickly dispersed when her delicate wrist was roughly grabbed.
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The beast-man stood to his full height, arms crossed, and a single eyebrow raised at this statement. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she was raised in the opposite end of society from him, and her lack of a more subtle approach earlier kinda gives away how little she knows about the criminal world around her. Basically, before him stood someone who’s lived a completely opposite life to his own, and yet wants to take the leap into his little world. Maybe he can get another patron for his “legitimate” business. Besides, even though he dwarfed her, she still kept her eyes squared on him, unmoving and unflinching. ‘If nothing else, girl’s got guts,’ He grinned slyly to himself. Alright, this day just got a bit more interesting. “Alright then, I think I’m pickin’ up what you’re throwin’ down. If you’re so interested in the pits, meet me on the bridge on the East part of town, tonight at say, 10-ish. I’ll take ya from there.” Sett turned to walk away from her, waving his hand at her. “Don’t worry about names just yet; ain’t no other man like me here, or anywhere for that matter, so you’ll recognise me. Besides, it’ll give us somethin’ to talk about.” He laughed heartily, of course there’s no one else like the Boss.
His laugh slowly died down, and he stopped walking, his mood darkening for a brief moment. “By the way,” He turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder to her. “Not a word of this to my Ma ever again. ‘Kay?” He let his threat hang in the air for a second longer, before turning his head back to the front, leaving her with a cheery: “Alright, see ya tonight, n’ don’t be late!” As he left her alone in the alley, his mind was mulling over this interesting new guest that has found her way to him. ‘Wonder what kind of person travels so far just to see the pits. My reputation’s reaching pretty far it seems.’ He chuckled at the thought. Still hasn’t reached him though, it seems. Sett shook his head clear, and as he picked up the pace, he could only hope that his Momma hadn’t gotten lonely waiting for him to give his directions.
Curiosity
Summer somehow felt different in Ionia. ‘Perhaps it’s the lack of moisture in the air’, the princess pondered as she strolled through the small town. Her steps were filled with determination, she knew where her destination was. With a surprising amount of ease, she crossed a wooden bridge, her long silk dress dancing in the wind. It filled her with some pride to be able to walk this elegantly in heels.
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Honestly, some peace and quiet is nice every now and again. The sun was out, a gentle breeze was blowing by, hell even the birds singing was a nice touch. Ever since he became the Boss, these days got better and better, but sadly, fewer, and further in between as well. With more money in his pockets, he can spend more just showering his Momma with all the things she deserves. ‘Life really is all about the quiet times between beatdowns,’ he thought, chuckling softly to himself. Sett listened to his mother, talking about the weather, and her day. She spoke of how beautiful the scenery was and how wonderful it was that he would bring his mother out to such a lovely café. He knew it was her favourite. It was his too; here, he could truly relax, as not many knew him here, and those who did, knew better than to mess with him. He gently brought his (far too small) cup of sweet coffee to his lips again, and closed his eyes, letting his mother’s soothing voice carry him away to tranquillity. That is, until she came along. “If I may ask, are you a fighter from the pit?” Never had Sett thought he would meet his end by drowning on dry land, but if the alternative was spitting his coffee out onto Momma’s dress, then drowning it is. He coughed his lungs out as he choked on the drink, and tried to regain his composure. His gaze darted to the newcomer, half ready for a throwdown if that’s what they were up for. It was a surprise to him to see such a… small person. Usually, the people that wanted something from him were bigger, more well-muscled. “Sett, what is she talking about?” his mother asked, as all the colour drained from his face. For her safety, and very much his own, she CANNOT find out about this. “Nothing nothing momma, she… must have me confused for someone else. You know how these people are, they see a tall, strong, handsome guy and they’re convinced that he must fight, haha,” he wondered to himself what would be easier, knocking himself out, or running. Sett quickly addressed the newcomer. “Uh, you, don’t worry, I know some directions- my buddies know a guy that can probably tell you where to go from here.” He grabbed her small hand and gave a quick wave to his mother. “I’ll be right back Ma! I just gotta help her out, you know me!” Resisting all his instincts that told him to run, he made his awkward getaway with the stranger. He led her away, through streets that got narrower and narrower, and coincidentally, less crowded too. Eventually, when he was absolutely certain that they were out of earshot, and out of sight from any prying eyes, he turned to her, furious. “Who are you and what do you want? I honestly can’t decide if you’re smart or if you’re brave for trying to pull that off. Do you even know who you’re talking to?” He fired out these questions without a second of hesitation, his brow furrowing as he fully processed what he was looking at. Before him stood a tall-ish person, blue eyes, dark skin, and hair that somewhat reminded him of his ma’s. Definitely not Ionian, or Noxian, and yet, here she is to mess up his day. He sighed and quietly cursed. “What do you want?”
“I see you’ve certainly been busy, boss”
Sett grabbed a fresh towel and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Had a lot more brave idiots to... 'take care of' recently. Been keeping me busier than usual." He turned to face her, lips curled into a smile. "How've the pits been treating you recently, Qadira?"
"Are you taking a day off from fighting perhaps?" She asked, the tease in her voice was rather apparent as the corner of her lips tugged upward.
Sett stole a quick glance at the princess, before turning away to pour a couple drinks. “What’s the point in making money if you’re not gonna enjoy it?” He turned back to her, his signature cocky grin on his face as he offered her a glass. “And me? I’ve got a lot to enjoy.”
