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Average Gatsby 10-12-2011 04:10 PM

League Judgment: Graves, the Outlaw
 


Candidate: Graves
Date: 14 October, 21 CLE

OBSERVATION

Malcolm Graves is the picture of resilience. His body, a checkerboard of scars and cracked calluses, remains fit despite his age. His expression is grim, determined. He carries an oversized shotgun in one hand. Its weight is irrational for its function, but it complements him well.

However, the real story lies in his eyes. They seem stubbornly fixed on something beyond his vision, something unachievable, some goal that has always remained slightly out of reach. Nothing will steer him from his course. It’s as though he has pursued the carrot-on-a-stick for so long that, even though he learned the trick, it’s all he knows how to do anymore.

REFLECTION

Same old song and dance, Graves thought. Couple of big wigs trying to put on a show.

Graves wasn’t one for theatrics. He preferred to keep most of his social interactions 12-gauge and below. Things hadn’t always been this way. Once upon a time, he genuinely delighted in the game, fleecing marks and skipping town before the chips could fall. Back then he had a partner with a like-minded philosophy: the longer the con, the better.

Good times.

Then Twisted Fate turned on him faster than a foal in a firepit.

Graves was no stranger to the double cross, but somehow Fate managed to blindside him. Never again. He paid a fair chunk of his life for that oversight. It was a hard lesson, but then again the most important ones tended to be.

Now all that was left was to even the score.

The clank of crashing steel broke his thoughts. It was a tone of bitter finality, the chime of swindled life. He knew it well. He spun to find a familiar set of bars lined mockingly between him and the freedom he so recently won. Behind them, the oily face of the man who incarcerated him, Dr. Aregor Priggs, sneered in victory. He raised his arm, happy to put a slug between Priggs’ beady eyes, but his hand was empty.

He was trapped, again, in Priggs’ privately funded detention facility.

Well, this is a setback.

Priggs grinned broadly, gathering a froth of reeking spittle in the corners of his mouth. He was a bulbous, slimy man whose only redeeming quality, as far as Graves was concerned, was that he had the stones to look his captives in the eye while he kept them holed up like dogs. Graves had worked out that Priggs used this little sanctuary primarily as a place to make high-profile competitors disappear, but he had earned a special cell for taking two of Priggs’ more fetching mistresses for a week-long excursion on the sleaze’s dime. By the time Priggs’ retinue of head-bobbing corporate flunkies tracked all the funds Graves funneled, he and Fate were already in Demacia hustling vacationers on Conqueror Beach.

“I bet you thought you saw the last of me,” Priggs wheezed. He always wheezed when he talked.

“The last I cared to,” Graves said. “You looked a might improved with that pig face of yours spread across a wall.” Every word carried a consequence, so Graves chose to savor them.

“Aren’t you curious how I did it?” Priggs was pleased with himself.

“I don’t wonder why critters come crawling back, I just stomp harder next time.”

“I hope you still have that spirit when I’m through with you,” Priggs spat. Graves didn’t flinch. He may as well have been a tick for how long he’d held on in that place, with few friends and fewer decencies, tended by whatever trash Priggs found to run the outfit. Pain had long ago become a chore more than any kind of punishment.

“I hope you eat something lighter the next time I make you soil yourself,” he returned.

“Why do you want to join the League, Graves?” The question was unusually direct for the wheezing oaf, but when the subject was the most powerful organization in Valoran, perhaps even his chaps got a little chafed.

“Don’t know why you’d stop to wonder,” he said. “You know my history as well as anyone.”

“Miss me that much?” The new voice, a relic from the past, made Graves’ blood boil. He grabbed the bars, knuckles white, as Twisted Fate strolled into view behind Priggs.

“Fate! I know you’re crooked as a quarryman’s spine, but you got a real set of tires throwing in with this sack of stool again!” This wasn’t the reunion Graves had planned all these years.

“Why you-” the fat man sputtered.

“Why do you want to join the League, Graves?” Twisted Fate’s face was calm, unreadable.

“You let me out of this cage and I’ll show you-” Graves roared.

“Why do you want-” Fate started again.

“I’m going to ruin your con, Fate! The world may buy that you’re some kind of ‘champion,’ but I’m gonna show them what you really are. I will take everything you have, and when I’m done, you’ll be lucky to scam the heat off a campfire.” Graves took a deep breath. He didn’t realize how much Twisted Fate had gotten to him. He silently vowed never to give Fate the satisfaction of seeing him this angry again.

“How does it feel, exposing your mind?” Fate smirked, a simple gesture that was acid in Graves’ veins. He swallowed, determined not to lose his cool again.

“Feels like I just squatted with spurs on,” he muttered.

Fate chuckled. “It’s good to see you again, Malcolm.”

With that, he strode out of sight, Priggs close on his heels. Graves sat in his cell, smoldering, until the bars suddenly opened. Cautiously, he exited the cell…

…and found himself standing in the Institute of War, weapon in hand.

Always putting on a show.

Graves clenched his teeth and cocked his gun. He wasn’t one for theatrics, but if it was a show they wanted…

Nibb 10-12-2011 04:12 PM

Nice.

Koltira Dee 10-12-2011 04:13 PM

This is the steamiest Judgment I have ever read.

Hawy 10-12-2011 04:13 PM

Twisted Fate trollin'.

Umbrex 10-12-2011 04:13 PM

Interesting one.

bumblewasp 10-12-2011 04:13 PM

Wow! Such a nice and beautiful judgment as always. Kudos to the lore department =)

Scrubtac 10-12-2011 04:14 PM

Awesome.. his attitude is pretty great

I was hoping that him and Bandito Fiddlesticks would ride into the sunset on Alistar, though.

ScreamLlama 10-12-2011 04:14 PM

where is nine tail btw? i want that asian champ so bad! please make her pretty :D
goooooooooodstatement

MonsterMayne 10-12-2011 04:15 PM

first page

Birdy51 10-12-2011 04:15 PM

Angry man, is awesome man.

I'm planning to try to save up for him!


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