The Moon Also Rises

For silent falls the guilty sun As day to dark does turn One simple truth she dare not speak: her light can only blind and burn . Diana||22||Dorm 1A Roommate: Lux || Hairdresser [Affiliated with Rift Academy ]

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New ‘Do [Open]

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Eddie glanced down at the magazines. People in this world had such strange obsessions. Most of them were covered with people faces or cars. Perhaps those cars would be useful if Mundo were not so large… 20 minutes huh? Hopefully Diana would leave them alone. She certainly seemed like she wanted to. Maybe they would find something remotely interesting to do after this. Eddie noticed that Mundo was gazing at Diana.

“Old lady! How long you work for!? Mundo have proposition for you!” Eddie hoped this would be an invitation for some killing but… No. He knew it going to be something imbecilic. Perhaps a walk through the park or asking for help looking for his god damn cleaver like he asked everyone else he came across. Looking back at the magazines something caught his eye. “Who is - shlurp- that?!” Mundo was pointing to a huge green man standing on top of a car. Underneath were the words “The Hulk”. Eddie’s eyes widened. Was there someone in this miserable world with a mind as wonderful as his? Was there a place where Mundo could go back to being… Mundo?

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Diana had hoped that the magazines had put an end to the unnecessary shit chat between the pair but apparently she had been wrong. And still with that incessant, insulting, nick name.

“I finish at five, when the salon closes, though I will tell you now I doubt I will take up and proposition from you, Mundo.” Gingerly she gestured for him to stand, directing him to the washing station. It was going to be quite the task getting his shoulders to fit along the necessary groove. 

Her eyes glanced over the magazine which Mundo was crudely jabbing his swollen fingers at. 

“I have no idea,” Her eyes scanned the title, In Theaters Soon! “Though I think it’s fictional, I doubt there are many more out there willing to do this to themselves. My apologies.”

“Now,” She flicked on the water, letting it run over her fingers as it ran from cold to warm. “If you wouldn’t mind leaning back and we can get this over with.”

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Illuminate the Night [Diana & Lux]

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Lux was pleased that Diana actually liked the gesture, for quite honestly, she was unsure what the result would be. 

“Oh, it was nothing, really,” Lux said. “If you aren’t doing anything right now, would you like to join me on buying some things for our room? I wouldn’t want to buy something you didn’t like, and I also don’t want to paint the room a color you didn’t care for.”

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Feeling a little embarrassed over her reaction Diana turned from the girl, placing the cupcake on her desk as to give herself a moment to compose her features. 

“That sounds lovely,” Her tone was lighter now. Perhaps she had been a little quick to judge the Demacian girl, though her past had not exactly left her warm and welcoming. “I’ll just get my coat, did you have anything particular in mind?”

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The Eye of The Beholder || Diana & Caitlyn

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‘Sculpture and Seduction’. Raising a brow and drawing a deep sigh as she read the title from the board outside, her breath visible before her.

Lovely

It had her questioning her decision of attending briefly, but she was already here. Might as well follow through. Caitlyn found herself looking around, searching for a sign of her ‘date’. There weren’t many people outside, a few coming and going but nothing stood out to her. A man chatting away on his cell phone leaning against the brick of the building, a couple bouncing blissfully away from the exhibit, giggles and small kisses exchanged as they left, and–

The Lunari?

Caitlyn hadn’t taken Diana as the type to attend such an event, but she couldn’t say she knew her very well either. They had been acquaintances, they’re only ties being the League. Sometimes an ally, others an enemy, though that didn’t matter here or now. Walking to stand beside the other woman, Caitlyn nodded her head in greeting before speaking.

“Have you been inside yet?”

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The gentle voice called to her and Diana’s gaze met a familiar face. She had to admit that Caitlyn was not an unpleasant choice for a date. There were worse choices strolling around the town after all. Diana shuddered at the thought of an evening with the pink haired comrade of Caitlyn, so loud and obnoxious. Yes, far worse.

She smiled at the other, lips tight. they had never had any grievances but she could never be too sure where she stood with anyone after leaving the Solari. Who knew what lies they had spread to cover their own tracks.

“Not yet, I thought it rude to start without you.” Her tone was warm, well warmer than her usual cutting tone. She couldn’t help it, it was sort of nice to be able to spend an evening with someone. Her life had been one of Soltude for the past few years and it was a shock to her system after the bosom of her former clan. 

“And I must admit, the advertisement left me a little... wary. Though I suppose we might as well give it a chance.” She motioned with one arm towards the door. “Shall we?”

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The Uninvited Dinner Guest || Leona & Diana

It was nice, she had to admit, being able to go out and enjoy fine dining without the fear of who would see her. 

She had enemies here, of course that had been made quite clear, but it seemed most of the familiar faces she had seen thus far had taken on a rather care-free attitude in this new setting. This wasn’t to say she didn’t want to go home, the change in moon cycle was still unsettling after all, but she would take advantage of these small luxuries while she could.

Unfortunately this seemed to be a popular idea. The restaurant was packed to the brim with couples and jovial groups of friends and as the waiter approached with her glass of wine she could tell by the look on his face she was not going to like whatever it was he had to say.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, but we seem to have over booked.” He gave her a sheepish, pleading look. “Is there anyway you would agree to have someone seated with you?”

Diana sighed, she could already feel a tension headache brewing behind her brow, though she took pity on the boy. Besides, it wasn’t as if she were obliged to talk to whoever her table mate would be.

“It’s fine,” She gave him a dismissive wave of the hand. “Just try to pick someone quiet, hm?”

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She’s sticking to it.

She isn’t lying.

Of course she isn’t idiot, she was never a liar.

FUCK.

Leona’s shoulders sank, a slightly helpless look on her face. Diana really didn’t know anything. This was extremely troubling, Diana generally knew much more than the Chosen of the Sun. The fact that she didn’t know anything threw Leona for a loop, and she just stood there, contemplating about what she should do now. She wasn’t even paying attention to the very real, and thoroughly possible threat on her life. 

Just like a dog who just got ordered to do something it had no concept of, Finally, Leona let out an anguished groan, taking a half-step back, and lifting her hand to the bridge of her nose. She was going to have to find someone else, someone who might have answers. She peeled her hand away from her face, gripping Diana’s blade, allowing it to cut into her palm, muttering in a defeated tone, her eyes downcast, “You can put that away. I never came here with the intent to fight with you.” She held on to the Lunari’s blade for a few seconds longer, the pain in her hand forcing her mind to concentrate, her blood slow slipping onto the weapon’s edge, before dripping to the ground.

Did Leona not deserve this? No, she deserved more. Inwardly, she swore in her own tongue, cursing herself; Of course this was a bad idea. 

The Solari turned on her heel, turning her back on Diana to walk away, her shoulders slumped. She gathered her blade and shield in her arms, and moved to leave without another word.

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Diana felt a wave of relief flow through her as the she watched the fight fade from Leona’s eyes. For a second she looked as Diana had remembered... Though she quickly pushed these thoughts aside. They were not friends. They were not even allies any more.

The Lunari flinched as she felt the weight on the tip of her blade, pressure enough to break skin. Sure enough moments later a stream of crimson stained her scythe, trickling along the curved metal before dripping to the floor. It would stain, the rusted red laying in wait for her every time she came home, another reminder she would have to ignore. 

Diana made no move to stop the other as she left, she merely watched her go. It was strange, seeing her leave like that. Their roles reversed this time. 

Drawing her blade close her fingers touched to the blood, droplets wetting her fingertips, before retrieving a stray item of clothing to wipe it clean. She never wanted to feel Solari blood on her hands again.

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The blow did little else but shove her back. She definitely wasn’t going to hit her back, that was for certain. If the Lunari was telling the truth, despite Leona believing otherwise, no matter what she did would fix this and send her home.

She stepped forwards again, however, definitely not backing down. She closed in, but this time, she kept her hands to herself. “You’re the only one who would care that something happened to me. I might not be a scholar, but I’m not an idiot, Diana.” Leona stressed the heretic’s name, to get across the point that this time, she wasn’t fucking around.

She did raise a valid point, however. 

“But if you say you didn’t do this, despite the many reasons I have to not believe you, then who is responsible? And if you dare say you don’t know, I will hit you back, and it will not be pretty.”

Leona hated making idle threats, but she had to know. For the first time in six years, she couldn’t hear Solaire’s voice, and to be unable to commune with the Sun…

She felt as if she had lost a teacher. A mentor. A friend. It put her on her wit’s end almost immediately after arriving in this place.

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“I used to care, Leona. Now I see you are nothing more than a pathetic tyrant just as the your elders were.” She stressed the past tense. She was angry and, deep down, even hurt. It was true, she had cared for Leona - so much - when she was a Solari. Those feelings even lingered with her now she travelled alone, a pang of homesickness when she thought of the other. She had hoped that one day she could protect those she cared for, stand up for her beliefs like the former Rakkor did. But now it seemed her mind had succumbed to the Solari’s poison, she didn’t care about the truth she cared about which truth suited her.

Diana scoffed at the threat. It was pathetic, really, trying to beat the truth out of her. So cliche. 

She took a step back, raising her blade as she did so that it lay in line with Leona’s throat. 

“I do not know, take that or leave it. You may fight me, if you wish, but you are unarmed and - apparently - without your power. I have both my sword and the moon so think long and hard Leona. Do you really want to die to my blade just as they did?” The memories flashed in her mind.. so much blood... She did not regret what she had done, it was her own life or theirs, though that did not mean it did not still haunt her.

“Leave now and I will forget this.” She could feel the slight burn on her brow, the Lunari symbol glowing bright in the dim room. “Take your shot, if that is what you want, but do not expect to win this fight.”

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Leona wasn’t having it today. Her eyes focused on Diana, she lunged forwards, her own blade dropping to the ground with a loud metallic clang. Her hand reached out, grasping the Lunari by her collar, and with a growl, wrenching her close. “It had to have been you, there is no other suspect; For taking me to this place, this… this realm away from home! I can’t commune with the Sun anymore, and no one else would have that goal in mind but you. So I’m asking you one last time.” She decided to shake the Lunari a bit, jostling her as she pulled her close; “What. Did. You. Do?”

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Diana had been caught unprepared. She braced herself to take most of the brunt of Leona’s grasp, pulling her far closer than she was comfortable. She was not able to raise her blade between their bodies so instead settled for tensing the muscles in her arm, slamming her open palm into the bottom of Leona’s jaw, managing to detach her before the brute decided to shake her again. 

She did not appreciate being manhandled by the one who betrayed her.

“I did nothing. What reasons do you have to believe I was involved, Leona?” She spat. She could feel the rage boiling inside her. How dare Leona come and accuse her after what the Solari had done. 

“You think I would transport half the league here just to mess with you.” She laughed, a cruel bitter sound. “You’re acting as though I care what happens to you.”

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It was a nice evening. Quiet, largely uneventful, no loud noises. Not even a fight or a scuffle. That is, until the sun faded away from view completely, and the Moon took to the sky, hovering over the town. The evening was quiet-- until the roar of a woman, reminiscent of a lion's, echoed through the air, followed by the sound of splintering wood. Those sounds happened to be Leona smashing through Diana's door, accompanied by the shout, "What did you do!?"

The moon was full, it was Diana’s favourite time. She could feel the pull of its strength within her. She rested her head against the windowpane, her lithe frame perched upon the sill. She was beginning to adjust. to settle here. It wasn’t as if she had a home to hurry back to and it was nice to be away from memories of her past.

Though it seemed this feeling was not meant to last long.

She braced herself as the crash broke the silence, hand already reaching for the blade beside her as she lept to her feet.

Leona.

She felt a twinge of pain, deep in her gut, but she ignore it. That was her old life, things were so different now.

“What have I done?” She questioned mockingly. “Nothing. How like a Solari. Brash and ignorant as always. Now kindly leave before I make you pay for the damage.” 

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Diana’s Headcanon Page Has Been Updated!

Sorry for my lack of replies today I have been a bit busy but I have added some headcanons for Diana if anyone is interested! 

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New ‘Do [Open]

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“Old lady need not wonder! Mundo can show you once you’re done!!” Eddie groaned as Mundo kept up this inane small talk. If he could just tell how much of a boring ponce she was. Perhaps she had some kind of use. Her body was a lot smaller and elegant than Mundo’s but was strong enough to compete on the fields of justice… a few adjustments and she could be so much stronger… “How long will this take? Mundo very busy man! Mundo trying to set up corporate business on the side! Is slow so far…”

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“As I said before, I think I shall have to pass.” She repeated, her tone firmer than it had been before. “And it is Diana.”

Thankfully, due to the oafs relatively small amount of hair it did not take long for her to cover his head before wrapping small portions in foil to allow the heat of his scalp to activate the solution. She was beginning to hope he would suffer an allergic reaction from the bleach, causing an urgent trip to hospital and a way out of this situation. At the very least she hoped the burning sensation would penetrate his thick hide enough to cause some discomfort.

“The dye will take another 20 minutes or so, but don;t worry I am going as fast as I can. Trust me.” She picked a select few magazines from the rack at hand before dumping them onto Mundo’s lap. “But by all means take a look through one of these to pass the time.”

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Illuminate the Night [Diana & Lux]

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“Okie dokie! And don’t worry, I would never do anything to that would make you uncomfortable!” Lux smiled, and then a thought startled her. “Oh I almost forgot!” Lux turned around and headed towards a pink box on the nightstand next to her bed, talking along the way. “I brought you home something from work!” Lux lifted the top off, pulled something out, and bounced back to Diana. There, she outstreched her arms, offering a cupcake with light blue frosting and sprinkles. “I made them myself!” Lux looked down proudly at her creation, especially at the letter on top made out of pink frosting. “See! There’s even a D for Demaci–uh um–Diana!” There was no way Lux could tell her that originally on her way home there had been 11 other cupcakes but they had gotten, um well “misplaced”.

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Diana was tired even watching the girl, she was so... animated. It was a shock to the system to go from her solitary life to these close quarters, surrounded by strangers and foes. 

Before she could say another word the blonde had taken off across the room, mumbling something about a gift? Diana’s eyebrows furrowed. She could not remember a time when anyone had brought her anything, birthdays were not commonly celebrated upon Mount Targon and she had been alone ever since her departure. Perhaps Diana had misinterpreted and Lux meant it for someone else.

But no, a moment later and the girl was before her, arms outstretched with a cupcake in hand and a proud grin upon her face. 

Diana’s stomach twisted, a sharp pang wringing through her. Why was the other showing her such kindness? They were barely more than strangers. Diana bit her lip, curbing the tingling she could feel behind her eyes. 

“Thank you, Lux. It’s lovely, really.”

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Welcome to the Cat Cafe | Open Starter

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Though some cats had already found other things to do, a few younger cats remained around the table determined to get the nice-smelling lady to pet them. The cat in Nidalee’s lap watched them with half-lidded eyes.

“I have not. I only know of a handful of people who ended up in the same predicament we did.” Nidalee answered Diana, sensing her annoyance. “The few I have talked to know little to nothing about this. I, too, was fighting before I woke up here, if it means anything.”

There wasn’t much else Nidalee could talk about with Diana. Though the pair knew of each other, they never spoke much outside of battle. Perhaps living in this town could change that, though Diana wasn’t known to warm up to people. “What kind of job did you get here?” Nidalee asked casually.

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Diana succumbed. Her hands idly scratching behind the ears of a stray kitten stumbling around her legs. It was sort of.... cute she supposed. If you liked that sort of thing. 

“I see...” She had wondered if her failings upon the rift had done something to do with her being sent here but she did not yet have enough information or any inkling as to why anyone would want them cooped up here. She lifted the cup to her lips, hiding the distaste from her expression as she took a sip.

“I was assigned to a hair dressing salon..” She felt almost embarrassed to admit it. It was such a pointless profession. So trivial compared to her former life. Though perhaps she was judging it too harshly, she was shocked to see how well everyone had settled into their new roles here and she felt perhaps she was the one who was wrong - stubbornly holding onto the past as always. “But sadly I am not as at home there as you obviously are here.”

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New ‘Do [Open]

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“Old lady have many years of experience! Mundo trust to make his hair beautifuller!” An interesting turn of events. Mundo was an idiot but he was a proud idiot. Although he seemed so intent on getting his cleaver back that he would accept help, Eddie had not expected him to put the fate of his hair in someone elses hands. Still, if Diana messed this up Mundo might get mad enough for him to get back to what he was created for. “Mundo not experiment. Mundo has done this many times before to people just as old and wrinkly as you. Did you not see the zilean texture update?! Some of Mundo’s best work” As hard as it was to believe, Mundo was actually quite good at what he did. It was brutal. Lots of taking stuff apart and putting it back together. Lots of blood. Sometimes even Eddie had to try and look away… Even knowing that he couldn’t. His strange methods may even make him get better results than Eddie ever did. Though few in runeterra would have the strength to do what Mundo did on the surgery table. “How is old lady enjoying life in new place?! Mundo seen very many birdies to chase!”

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“Well, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much skill to make you look better, sir.” Her voice was now laced with venom. She wanted nothing more than to slice his throat and leave him there. This place was not worth her time and she certainly had better things to do than to sit here and be insulted. Although it was interesting just how wide a birth her fellow staff were giving them, a slightly dazed look upon their faces....

“If you say so..” Diana muttered, the other’s words were getting more ridiculous by the minute. She knew of the chronoshifter and that he would be far cleverer than to let this monster within a mile of him with a cleaver. Besides, she had more pressing things to think of. Making her way to her work station she reached for the bleach, preparing the dye. 

Returning to his makeshift chair she nudged his chin upwards, draping the gown around his... fuller figure. 

“How wonderful,” She said, voice flat as she got to work pasting the creamy mixture onto his uneven tufts of hair. “I wonder just how many butchered animal corpses that little endeavour left behind.”

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"Have you ever experienced a miracle?"

“I have.” Diana’s tone was grave as she spoke. Though the powers that had come to her were a miracle they had left her a murderess with no home and no ties. “But perhaps miracles are not always as favourable as you would hope, hm?”

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The Eye of The Beholder || Diana & Caitlyn

Diana drew he coat tighter as she approached the town. The night was cold, s thin layer of snow dusting the ground. She hated nights like this. She liked to dawdle in the moonlight, appreciate it’s subtle glow, but the icy air pricked at her skin causing her to hurry on her way.

As she approached the gallery the silver glow changed to garish orange of the streetlights. This was not the way she would have chosen to spend her evening though she couldn’t say she was disappointed - unless of course she had been landed with an imbecile. 

Some quick research had shown her than the evening was being sold as one of ‘Sculpture and Seduction’. The title denoted an eyeroll but she was willing to give it a try though she highly doubted that there would be any forms of seduction taking place tonight.