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Dear Luxanna

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10-18-2012

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"Right... Though, I don't think you wash armor the same way you wash clothing."

Riven looked at herself in her small mirror. This set of armor was most certainly her favorite so far. She could do without the Roman Numeral II's plastered all over it, but it was certainly an improvement over the hideous Bunny Suit, and infinitely more practical. It was armored, but light where it needed to be to give her flexibility and maintain her mobility in combat. It reminded her of her old Noxian armor, and though that carried some unpleasant memories with it, it also made her feel more at home while wearing it.

"I really like it..."
"It looks good." Lux said, giving Riven a supportive smile and patting her shoulder. "You're certainly presentable for when you step on the world stage and fight to fix all our problems. I apologize in advance for the countless times I'll be hitting it with my laser." Her smile was now quite teasing, but still bright, as she gave Riven another pat on the shoulder.


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Ask Riven

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10-19-2012

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"It looks good." Lux said, giving Riven a supportive smile and patting her shoulder. "You're certainly presentable for when you step on the world stage and fight to fix all our problems. I apologize in advance for the countless times I'll be hitting it with my laser." Her smile was now quite teasing, but still bright, as she gave Riven another pat on the shoulder.
"As long as you don't mind me hitting back, I think we will be alright." Riven offered a weak smile of her own. "Though, I think you glorify what I'm doing a little too much." She shook her head and sighed. "Try as I might, I'm just one person... I can fight with all I am, but when it comes down to it, the odds are heavily stacked against me." Her gaze seemed distant a moment as she sat upon her bed, glancing at the wall across from it. "I'm confident in my ability to take on anyone in a one on one duel in most circumstances... Most typical Noxian soldiers I'd defeat easily, even with the odds stacked in their favor. But I'm still only human..." She leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"No matter how you cut it, no matter how strong I am, or how hard I try...the odds will always be against me..."

She was silent a moment. Contemplating things. She'd grown so much since Ionia. She trained day after day until she could barely walk out of the Training Grounds. Then, she woke the next morning, and did it all again, always pushing her body to its very limits of endurance. The only time she ever broke that cycle was in the event of a League Match, or some sort of special event. She'd given herself over, completely, to her goals, of saving Noxus from itself, of preventing another Ionia, or another Freljord from happening. With such lofty goals and desires, it was no wonder Riven rarely socialized. To do so was, in a way, selfish. People depended on her, and her alone... No one else was trying to "save" Noxus, except perhaps Katarina Du Couteau... Everyone was so ready to burn it to the ground. Those that weren't didn't understand that Noxus had to be saved by Noxians. They'd accept nothing else... Riven sighed, her face looking downtrodden.

"That's why...I have to become stronger... I have to rise above everything put in my way." She closed her eyes. "Noxus doesn't understand words, she understands actions... No matter how I wish to avoid bloodshed or violence, I know I'll have to fight my countrymen...some already in the League... And if I can't beat them...then my words and ideals will mean very little..."


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Dear Luxanna

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10-19-2012

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"As long as you don't mind me hitting back, I think we will be alright." Riven offered a weak smile of her own. "Though, I think you glorify what I'm doing a little too much." She shook her head and sighed. "Try as I might, I'm just one person... I can fight with all I am, but when it comes down to it, the odds are heavily stacked against me." Her gaze seemed distant a moment as she sat upon her bed, glancing at the wall across from it. "I'm confident in my ability to take on anyone in a one on one duel in most circumstances... Most typical Noxian soldiers I'd defeat easily, even with the odds stacked in their favor. But I'm still only human..." She leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"No matter how you cut it, no matter how strong I am, or how hard I try...the odds will always be against me..."

She was silent a moment. Contemplating things. She'd grown so much since Ionia. She trained day after day until she could barely walk out of the Training Grounds. Then, she woke the next morning, and did it all again, always pushing her body to its very limits of endurance. The only time she ever broke that cycle was in the event of a League Match, or some sort of special event. She'd given herself over, completely, to her goals, of saving Noxus from itself, of preventing another Ionia, or another Freljord from happening. With such lofty goals and desires, it was no wonder Riven rarely socialized. To do so was, in a way, selfish. People depended on her, and her alone... No one else was trying to "save" Noxus, except perhaps Katarina Du Couteau... Everyone was so ready to burn it to the ground. Those that weren't didn't understand that Noxus had to be saved by Noxians. They'd accept nothing else... Riven sighed, her face looking downtrodden.

"That's why...I have to become stronger... I have to rise above everything put in my way." She closed her eyes. "Noxus doesn't understand words, she understands actions... No matter how I wish to avoid bloodshed or violence, I know I'll have to fight my countrymen...some already in the League... And if I can't beat them...then my words and ideals will mean very little..."
Lux was sitting on the very edge of the bed, which was getting rather awkward to maintain. So when Riven laid down, Lux scooted back and sat on it more properly. She didn't cross her legs on the bed, though she could have - there was not a speck of dirt even on her soles.

"Riven... did you just listen to yourself?" Lux asked gently. "You said you're only human and I'm playing you up too much, but you always say it needs to be only Noxians who save your home."

Lux placed a hand on Riven's stomach. She likely wouldn't have done this if Riven was not wearing armor, but in plate this thick, it didn't seem weird.

"Riven, you need to let us help you, and not just because Jarvan will be ever so angry if he doesn't get to be the one to end Swain." Lux said, shaking her head slightly at Jarvan's antics. "You're wrong. The people of Noxus who hate what you're doing won't hate you any more if you have my brother beside you... you traitor." She smile. "And the ones yearning for freedom won't care how they get it. Haven't you heard, the enemy of an enemy is a friend?"

Lux leaned back, bringing one perfectly clean foot upon the bed.

"Swain and LeBlanc are too powerful in magic for you to just sneak up on. They'd call down the whole army on you." Lux said. "You leave the brawling conflict at the gates to our army. Shyvana backing them up, and at the very least, we'll keep them busy. Coming in from the northeast, the people of Freljord and the strongest Ionians could come and force the Noxians to have a war on two fronts. Led by men like Tryndamere and Udyr, they'd be unstoppable. Suppressive bombardment could come from the sea if we bribed the pirates of Bilgewater. Not leveling anything, suppressive, fire for effect to box resistance where we want them. Entering, an elite force of Ionian specialists, led by people like Irelia, Lee Sin, the triumvirate... I'm sure your friend Kat could bolster their job, but I'm sure she'd want to be with you." Lux didn't realize she was rambling now. "I haven't quite decided where the warriors of Bandle would be best suited, but I'm leaning towards clearing resistance inside before you make your way. Anyway, dealing with Swain and LeBlanc. Swain is overblown, but I don't think we've even seen a fraction of what LeBlanc can do. We'll need a small army to take her down. You, Kat, you KNOW I'll help, Morgana... I bet we could rope Syndra into it, she'll do anything to show off... I've got it!" She snapped her fingers. "Some of Bandle can clear inside, but some of them can work on reserve with the forces of Piltover and work exclusively to take down any Zaunite reinforcements. Jayce would love that. So anyway, we'd divide and conquer LeBlanc and Swain, because the last thing we need is those two watching..."

Lux paused, realizing just how long she had been ranting about something Riven probably didn't want to hear.

"...sorry." She said quietly. "This isn't Demacia's official plan on anything, this is just what... just the kind of thing I like to think about." She smiled weakly, patting Riven's stomach. "With superior tactics~. But Riven, all of Valoran wants to help you, and the people of Noxus who won't try to kill you? They want you to have all the help you can get."

Lux didn't realize how this would look to anyone walking in, Riven laying on the bed, Lux half laying beside her, touching her midsection.


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SuperMan Pix

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10-19-2012

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Riven shrugs, picks up the hat and the notebook, and places both outside her quarters, before turning back to Lux. "Well...that was strange..." She shrugs and heads back to the closet to gather the pieces of her armor.
Lulu magically pops out of the hat, picks up the notebook, and walks away


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Script Lord

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10-19-2012

Dearest Riven,

Long has it been since I last wrote to you. In the time since my last letter, I've been doing a great deal of things. Reflecting on my past activities, gutting people like pigs, wondering what color your panties are. These are but a few of the things I've been doing, oh and I was just joking about that last one. I don't care about your underwear. You won't need them when you're dead. But, at any rate, I have a question for you:

How does one fight against that which claims everything regardless of race and power, how can one hold off against Death itself?

Curiously yours,
Jaques


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Ask Riven

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10-19-2012

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Lux paused, realizing just how long she had been ranting about something Riven probably didn't want to hear.

"...sorry." She said quietly. "This isn't Demacia's official plan on anything, this is just what... just the kind of thing I like to think about." She smiled weakly, patting Riven's stomach. "With superior tactics~. But Riven, all of Valoran wants to help you, and the people of Noxus who won't try to kill you? They want you to have all the help you can get."

Lux didn't realize how this would look to anyone walking in, Riven laying on the bed, Lux half laying beside her, touching her midsection.
Riven leaned forward and stood up as Lux finished, pulling out from under the hand. It wouldn't take a long glance to understand that Riven was clearly troubled, even mortified, by what Lux was saying. She faced the small window of her quarters, her back to Lux, her hands clenched at her sides.

"You people just don't understand." Her voice was both soft and stern, and carried with it a hint of pain. "If I accepted help from anyone but Noxians, it would be no different than Noxus relying upon Zaun's machines to demolish Ionia. Where is the strength in that, hmm?" She shook her head and turned to face Lux. Her eyes were a strange mix of sadness, frustration, and something else that was unidentifiable.

"Imagine how it would look to a Noxian citizen, seeing vast armies coming from all sides, flying the flag of Demacia, of Freljord, of Ionia or Bandle City. The flags of their enemies bearing down on them, and who would be leading them? Champions of those respective nations, and that Exile that betrayed them..." Riven's hands clenched tighter as she finished. "Not everything can be solved by banding together under your banner of light and righteousness!!" Riven paused for only a moment, allowing the force and point behind her words to sink in.

"Those people in Noxus that believe in me do so because of what I fight for, what I push myself to attain through my OWN strength, the strength I see in them, and in Noxus. You don't have to tell me what I'd have to face, I know. I know the odds, I know the strengths, but I also know and understand the situation far better than any Demacian or Ionian could possibly imagine." Riven shook her head and looked away from Lux.

"That's the thing with your people, Lux... You seem to think that Righteousness and Justice, and marching forward will just inspire everyone to follow and bend to your way of thinking. If they think differently, then you will simply show them the might of your nation and show them how wrong they were to oppose you or your beliefs. In it's own way, it's no different than Noxus..." She sighed and hung her head.

"Noxus bends to the will of the strong... Demacia is an enemy, Freljord, Ionia, are enemies. Seeing that marching against them will be the single biggest catalyst against what I stand for... They will see the threat that I would represent, and turn to the powers that be to protect them, and use their strength to prove Noxus is superior. Noxian Patriotism would soar to new heights, and the entire nation would rise to meet the marching enemy threat." She looked again to Lux. "And they would all die believing in their false ideals, having learned nothing."

"But..." She stood a bit taller. "Imagine if one soldier rose, as if from the dead, from the savagery of Ionia. That soldier was everything in which Noxus once believed. She embodied everything they had held strong, and now, she came to them, speaking of how blackness and corruption was weakening all of Noxus, corroding the pillars of strength that they held so dear. Then, imagine if a powerful and respected Noxian family backed her words, calling for reform and change for the betterment of Noxus." She looked to Lux.

"That kind of change, that kind of message would inspire many of the Noxian people to support these ideals of strength. It does not rely on brute force. It doesn't rely on anything but the strength of Noxus itself, and of her people. That is how it must be, Lux. Noxus must be saved, changed, by Noxians. They must see that Noxus itself is strong enough to overcome the darkness within it. To rely on others is seen as weakness, and even if it would make things far easier...it simply can't be done that way." Riven sighed in finality.

"So you see... I can't accept help from Demacia. I can't accept it from anyone but other Noxian champions or Noxian supporters. I know you want to help, and I know you want to offer your support, and both are appreciated, but words of encouragement, or words of support are all I can allow from outsiders." Riven's amber eyes met Lux's blue. "The actions to save Noxus...must come from myself or other Noxians."

"I hope you understand... I mean no disrespect. But, simply, this is how it must be."


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Ask Riven

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10-19-2012

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Dearest Riven,

Long has it been since I last wrote to you. In the time since my last letter, I've been doing a great deal of things. Reflecting on my past activities, gutting people like pigs, wondering what color your panties are. These are but a few of the things I've been doing, oh and I was just joking about that last one. I don't care about your underwear. You won't need them when you're dead. But, at any rate, I have a question for you:

How does one fight against that which claims everything regardless of race and power, how can one hold off against Death itself?

Curiously yours,
Jaques
Undeath still requires a body to make manifest its desires. Hecarim falls, Yorik meets his grave, Karthus loses his voice and crumples on the fields under basic combat. Even Sion falls repeatedly, and he is a Noxian champion. Don't think that death will save you from real strength.

Even the undead can die again...


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Ask Shenn

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10-19-2012

Where Shen came from? Nobody never really knew, nor do they ever find out.

Shen approached Riven with a nod hello.
"Greetings Riven, I was running errands and I thought I'd stop by to say hello. I must say I haven't fought you at all on the fields, so I thought a simple conversation would serve me better in getting to know you more. So, how are you?" He said. Of course he wasn't really running errands. The High Summoners said he should start to socialize with champions more than he should isolating himself in a mountain and meditating, but they never really seemed to understand him... Oh well...


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Dear Luxanna

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10-19-2012

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"I hope you understand... I mean no disrespect. But, simply, this is how it must be."
Lux was expecting Riven to yell at her, and she was quite relieved when nothing of the sort happened. She listened intently, wincing lightly in some parts. Throughout, though, her mind raced, blaring through countless texts on tactics, politics, negotiations, morale, and a host of other like topics, trying to think of some school of thought that would validate what Riven had in mind.

She didn't find all that much.

When Riven was finished, Lux looked at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came of it. She raised a hand to try to make her point and just help herself find the right words, but sighed exasperatedly when she couldn't really do it. She shook her head, lowering her hand, and stared briefly at the ground. She closed her eyes, drumming her fingers upon her knee, and sighed. Finally, she opened her eyes, stopped the drumming, and looked at Riven.

"Riven... do you really think you and Katarina can rally an entire nation behind you? The whole thing?" She asked gently. "Because if you want to get within a hundred miles of Swain and survive, you need to convince every single soldier, mage, assassin... everyone. And Riven, in politics, in anything... look out that window." She pointed at it, at a sunny sky with some light patches of cloud cover. "I could poll this institute right now and I couldn't get everyone to agree that it's sunny right now. Some would call it overcast."

Lux stood up off the bed, and instinctively checked to make sure she didn't mess up the sheets. Of course, with no dirt on Lux, no dirt fell upon the bed.

"Riven, the people of Noxus who are truly on your side will think like you." Lux continued. "They'll know that Demacia isn't storming the front to take you over. They know their lives are bad right now, and they'll put aside their pride to accept the help they know they need... just as you're willing to." She smiled. "Isn't that what you're all about, Riven? The true example of strength is to use it to help the weak? To bring them up to your level? Talk about not being different from Demacia."

She tilted her head slightly, still smiling, but it faded as her tone got more serious.

"But those people who think like you, they'll know that you, Kat, and your few thousand followers are no match for the entire Noxian army." Lux said. "And the people who won't like Demacians being there, Ionians, Freljordians... I know they'll be a problem. But so will be the people who have a problem with the Noxian traitor returning to take the throne. And I'm sure there's way more of them, and they're way more dangerous."

Lux sighed.

"You do what you want, Riven, you know you have the support of most of Valoran." She said. "But the way you're trying to get this done... I can only think of one battle in all of recorded history where a force survived against the odds you're facing... and they died too. They just took about three hundred thousand enemies with them."


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10-19-2012

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Where Shen came from? Nobody never really knew, nor do they ever find out.

Shen approached Riven with a nod hello.
"Greetings Riven, I was running errands and I thought I'd stop by to say hello. I must say I haven't fought you at all on the fields, so I thought a simple conversation would serve me better in getting to know you more. So, how are you?" He said. Of course he wasn't really running errands. The High Summoners said he should start to socialize with champions more than he should isolating himself in a mountain and meditating, but they never really seemed to understand him... Oh well...
((Under normal circumstances I'd tell you I run this as a "letter" type column thing. But, since Shen is a ninja, and would probably just sneak in to Riven's quarters anyway, I'll humor you and just roll with it. XP))

Riven was busy responding to letters as the Kinkou ninja made his sudden appearance. She was startled, and perhaps a little irritated. Ninja or not, he had to understand suddenly appearing like that was incredibly rude. What if she had been changing? Some people simply had no concept of privacy or manners it seemed... Riven collected herself with a sigh and replied.

"I am...well?" She seemed confused by his questioning. "Is my well-being of importance to the Kinkou Order, Eye of Twilight?"