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The Blade's Light (DianaxTalon)

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gregorymarco

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01-19-2013

If anyone's wondering why... it's on a bet. For realsies.
Author's notes: Part three's up. Part 4 will be up sometime next week.


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Part one: All for the money

The wind whistled outside of the makeshift shelter Diana had made. Talon leaned on the entrance, listening to the rain smash against the roof. A massive trip, burning all of his remaining money for nothing but this. He stared at the sleeping form of Diana, swinging his blade back and forth. It was his first time in years having any form of trouble killing outside of his duel with General DuCouteau. She was right there, with a massive price on her head, placed there by some Rakkor. He had only recently had reason to take up such petty jobs. At this point, he didn’t really care who he was working for right now, he was just short on money. She was so easily finished, yet something was stopping him. He couldn’t just kill her after what she’d done to him years ago. He flash stepped to the trees outside to think.

The rain dripped down his back, causing him to shiver. He was probably going to catch cold if he stood out longer, but he didn’t care. He seriously needed to think without looking at her. Was this price really worth the kill? It had no impact whatsoever on the political fights, as Diana was not allied to anyone but herself. His debt to her though… he cursed himself for being so stupid. How could have possibly accepted this job? He dropped down to the shelter. Night would fall soon, and Diana would be up and around as he had seen as he planned his attack the day before. He’d forced himself to not go past learning the basic routine of who you were going to kill, especially in this case. It helped him so much. For such a massive price though… he swore to himself again. All he had to do was kill her and take her weapon back to the Rakkor and be done with it. Yet something was bugging him. He had the feeling that killing her now would reflect badly on his future, where he might need her help.
"**** this", he mumbled to himself. "All I have to do is kill her, it's not that hard". He swore again as the sun dropped below the western horizon. All he had to do was ignore his instincts and stab her in the throat already. He thought back to his years in the Noxian underground, and how they had taught him better.
“Screw this, I’ll just cheat the Rakkor, they never were too bright anyways”. He pulled out one of his blades, stabbed it into the ground and scrawled in almost illegible handwriting: "A blade for a blade. Careful of the price on your head, Scorn of the Moon". He ducked back inside the shelter where Diana was already beginning to stir. After taking a long glance at her, sighed. He grabbed her weapon, lying a few feet from her, and took off, scratching it in such a way that it illuminated. The already swampy ground could barely hold tracks, and along with the rain, his trail was covered instantly.
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When Diana woke that night, she did the instinctive thing, the thing she did every morning. She reached for her weapon. Instead of the normal leather-bound grip of her Khopesh, she found a hunk of cold steel. A note was pinned to it. Diana took it off and scrutinized it. “A blade for a blade. Careful of the price on your head, Scorn of the Moon”.
“****” Diana said to herself. How could she be so careless? She slid into her armor and walked outside. It was a cold early day, but she would warm up soon enough. She sat down by the surprisingly warm embers even after the rain and thought. What could have possibly inspired anyone to want her dead? And why would Talon take the job? They were allied in an unspoken way, after what she had done to him a few years ago. “There’s no way the blade could have belonged to anyone else”, she thought aloud. It was surely Talon’s, curved in such a way that it could be thrown in a boomerang fashion to return to the user without destroying their hands. It was definitely his.

What a waste of a trip. Well, she would have to delay her trip to the Kumungu jungle for this. She hadn’t just come for sightseeing though; she had come to the harsh jungle for the sole reason of discovering the secrets of her armor. It wasn’t just cold steel; it was a powerful techmaturgical masterpiece that she had only a small amount of control over. She knew only knew basic commands and a few simple tricks; a morphing spell that let her shape it differently, and an extremely short ranged tracking spell. She tapped a chink in the armor on the side, and then slowly, making sure not to stab herself, inserted the blade. After a few seconds of slow, quiet whirring, a part on her right thigh opened. It was the perfect sheath for the blade. At least she could do that with her armor, she felt so blind wearing it. She shuddered. Not from the cold, but from what she thought someone else could do with it’s power. For now, she had different problems to address.
“Come on Diana, you can still fight hand-to-hand… sort of” she thought to herself. She knew she was simply humoring herself; she was almost defenseless without her khopesh. She looked around the clearing she’d begun to call home; close to a temple to the moon where she’d learned that her armor could magnetize. She had no idea how to activate it yet, but she had planned to stay until she could do it flawlessly.
“It was all in vain” she sighed. Methodically, she began to pack up her camp, starting with the shelter (which really comprised of kicking it hard a few times and then burning it, a great way to start off the day and kill off any irrational anger welling up inside). She gathered up her meager possessions, a lamp, wire and rope, matches (She never really was too good at fire magic), and a few maps. She cursed herself for being so stupid. How could she expect to live out here with a fire burning, flaunting her position without even bothering to take the necessary precautions? She sighed and set off down the trail she had blazed earlier.

She evaluated her options as she tugged at a small patch of her shoulder’s armor. She could both stay and die attempting to learn the secrets of her armor, she could return to the institute for the time being (as being weaponless against the trained people of the harsh jungle would be suicide), or she could try to track Talon. They were all unfavorable. He was far more trained than she was by way of travel. Steaming down the trail, Diana kicked at everything that didn’t move and hissed at everything that did. She knew that she couldn’t stay, and going to the institute would solve nothing; he didn’t steal it within their walls. She decided to try and track him. Her armor whirred in a slow, methodical fashion that indicated that it was attempting to find the trail of the blade.
“As if I could find Talon now. He probably stole it the second I fell asleep and left right away, the *******”. To her surprise though, the dial on her wrist which housed the tracker pointed in a north-easterly fashion, towards Noxus.
“Well, if I’m going to find him, where else would he be?” She said aloud. It continued to whirr, and she set off in his direction, debating as to how to whether she should just stab him or leave him on the brink of death when she found him.


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KazuShini

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01-19-2013

Me! Me! Me! What? Hey listen! Hey listen!


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gregorymarco

Senior Member

01-21-2013

Sorry about the second post delays, it should be up before next week.
Me and my OP broken computer.
E: To all you people that work in the future shop repairs section: http://i.imgur.com/FIG3EJu.jpg
E#2: I take it back. That was fast lol.


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Theamp4

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01-21-2013

Good for me.


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gregorymarco

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01-25-2013

Part two: Old debts to be paid.
The skies became a beautiful explosion of reds and oranges, and as the sun rose, the clouds cleared. The birds began to send their morning calls flying through the air. The morning air warmed, causing warm smells of flowers to fill the air. Monkeys chattered, jumping gleefully between trees and tossing fruit at each other playfully.

Diana wanted to kill every last one of them. As she trudged through the mush that the trail had become, she delighted herself in fantasies of stabbing Talon in the arm with his own blade, then walking away nonchalantly. She helped him in such a way that he owed her his life, and he did this to her. She thought back to that day, years ago.
It was her first week at the institute. As she walked through the doors, arcane magic surged through her, enhancing her natural magical talents. Being in such an unfamiliar place, she did the thing that came naturally; learn how the **** things worked. After learning where all the basic facilities were and receiving some basic training for the fields of justice, Diana first familiarized herself with the rift. She first strolled around, learning all the pathways around the jungle. After learning all the secrets of the jungle, she decided to try her hand at some combat. After learning to kill neutral lane monsters, she spent a while slashing at some monsters she found caged around the rift. Most gave no challenge. She craved more of a one. She found a dragon, hiding in the river. She charged at the beast, rushing it and taking it by surprise. It roared mightily, and shot fire in her direction. Reflecting upon experience, she called down a shield of light to protect her. It was instantly shattered, pieces flying everywhere. The dragon shot fire at her again, relentlessly. She danced around it, dodging as much as she could, summoning shields when necessary. One shot, and it was all over for her. The dragon, in a desperation attempt managed to fly in a circle, marking a ring with flames. It slowly began to patch its wounds with brush outside. Diana was stuck on the other side, suffering some small burns on her right arm. In a final blow, nearly an act of mercy, she smashed it with moonlight, concentrated into a beam by her khopesh. Directly after it had died, the dragon turned into light. It condensed into a round shape and began to slowly re-hatch. She had won. Sadly, she was tired beyond belief.
“A good warmup for my start at the league” She said, while being fussed over by Soraka. After washing up and wandering back to her quarters, she instantly fell asleep.

When she woke, it was to the sound of steel crashing on steel. But… combat was completely banned in the institute. She dressed and ran outside, curious as anyone else would be. The sounds appeared to be coming from just outside the walls of the training grounds a few champions that don’t sleep due to personal reasons or no need for it gathered, but couldn’t see anything beyond it. They scattered. Becoming moonlight for a moment, she transported herself to the top of the stairs. Nausea instantly took over; she forgot how rocky that was. She looked downwards at the fight below. Talon was standing there, breathless. He looked around him, almost in… fear. In her short time at the institute, she had already learned that Talon was not one to fear. A sickening laugh came from the shadows to his left. He turned to the noise instantly, and threw a blade at it. Diana knew it was a trick, but before she could tell him to turn, a beam of darkness shot out from his right. It latched onto him, forming a cloud around his head. He ran as fast as he could, but the cloud went into him. Letting loose a scream before tripping, he panicked as blades came from the shadows behind him, curling around his neck. He stabbed a blade in the ground, letting loose a massive cloud of smoke. Diana, all too absorbed in the fight, saw that there was a figure that he was fighting. It seemed to have no legs, and floated around. It almost looked as if it was made of… darkness. Talon desperately tried to flash jump up to the walls, but an arcane barrier blocked him. He tumbled back down into the small cleared bit around the walls. The creature let out a maniacal laugh, and advanced towards him. It was then that Diana decided to help. She shot out a beam of moonlight, striking the creature. It revealed him to Talon, who (instantly seeing an advantage) dashed behind him. In a flurry of blades, too fast for even Diana to keep track of, he sent out a ring, stabbed one into his head, and sent 4 out and back to him. Chunks of bloody darkness fell to the ground. Diana became moonlight again, and dropped to the ground, to look at the man she’d just saved.

It wasn’t until after she’d dropped down there that she’d realized how stupid that had been. Looking at Talon’s hands, she saw what she’d done. A picture of the creature with a massive red X on it. She immediately attempted to dash back up to the safety of the institute, but she was blocked by the arcane barrier. Talon instantly dashed to her, holding a blade to her throat. She dropped hers.
“****” was all she could choke out. This is what she got for taking sides. She thought of the other possible outcomes that could’ve come from saving him; maybe a share of his cut? Some respect? But this is what she ended up with. The fate to become just another body for the gutter. Instead of death, what she received was equally shocking. Talon leaned in, and kissed her, effectively shattering all thought process she currently had. She no longer thought about death. All she could do was focus on not collapsing into him. She began to take in small details, like his smell, the sharp intake of his breath, and his hands on her back. As he pulled her in close, and she didn't resist. He pulled her in closer and she moaned lightly. They stood there, relishing the moment. She wished it would never end, but at that moment he smashed a blade into the ground, and smoke flew into the air. Her eyes began to water, as she stumbled into another forest clearing. After the smoke cleared, she looked back to the wall. The blade was gone.
After that incident, she never saw him again off the fields of justice. Even there, he was scarcely seen. She’d only seen him once, where he’d promptly stabbed her in the arm and left the lane that she was for the rest of the match, avoiding her. He was barely at the institute nowadays, just wandering the streets of Noxus, making money where he could through mugging and looting. He never took an assassination job. If he did, he could have been rich.
It was then that it occurred to Diana. He was making money where he could, but he’d never taken an assassination job. If he’d taken hers, it means that someone powerful wanted her dead. He sprung to take it before someone who would actually kill her did. He’d just saved her life. The price on her head must have been massive. It probably still was.
Noxus was not the place to go.
Nevertheless, she trekked on. She now had two options. Travel twice as fast by cutting sleep to a bare minimum and try to intercept him, or head back to the institute. She kept her direction in the middle of the day. If Talon didn’t bring back her weapon and a cut of the money, it would be his end.
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As Talon hiked on through the day, Diana’s weapon tucked into his belt, he thought as to what he was going to do when he found her after the job was complete. She probably assumed he was heading to Noxus, which was good. If she had a shred of common sense, she’d stay away from there. If she followed though, he couldn’t just sneak up behind her and say “Surprise, here’s some money! I just sold your enchanted weapon to some random Rakkor so you wouldn’t be hunted down and killed!” she’d kill him if he didn’t knock her out before she attacked him. At least he hadn’t left her completely weaponless, she had a knife. He would have to reclaim that, it was an important part of his kit. As he reached the foot of the mountain, he thought of how he could possibly keep the khopesh. Not turning it in would be suicide; the Rakkor guarded the Great Barrier. If he didn’t turn it in soon, word would be sent by bird, specifically parrot. The Rakkor would know before he even got there. He had no idea how they trained them, but they were extremely effective.

He began the path up the mountain in the sweltering heat, and then began to regret it. An hour passed before he was unable to continue. He decided to set up camp. Quickly getting a fire going, he set to smashing some young saplings and setting them across two sturdy branches in a tree. He knew Diana would be tracking him somehow, and if it wasn’t her, it would be someone else by way of recall pendant. Recently developed, they allowed one to contact the institute or vice versa if there was great need. A summoner could then bring them back. He was the only one allowed to leave the institute without one at the moment; Noxus had enough champions at the moment. As far as he knew, every non-political champion was required to wear one at all times. He set a fire and stabbed a blade into the tree trunk across the path, and strapped himself in for the day using his cloak. Midnight would be his next start. As he sat, his mind wandered back to the fight, years ago, and what Diana must have thought. That was a thought for another night; for now, he needed what little sleep he could manage.


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gregorymarco

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01-30-2013

Part three: Confrontations.
Talon dreamed of the night they had met. His sources had told him that he was never to go near this creature. A creature of the night, it took all of the tricks Talon could do; but better. The only downside to this creature was that it was extremely slow and loud; terrible for assassinations. Talon had received a picture, with a big red slash across it from Katarina; as if he didn’t get that it was dangerous already. She had told him that it was currently on a mission to kill him. That was enough reason to send him back to the institute, where he would be safe from literally everything. On his way back, it had ambushed him. He had by far underestimated it’s ability to plan ahead. The following fight was no match. When he knew Diana had saved him, she wasn’t there. The creature infiltrated his consciousness, slowly tearing his sanity to pieces.

He woke in a cold sweat. If Diana hadn’t revealed the monster, he would have died; simple as that. He unstrapped himself from the tree and jumped down, as if that tree still had something to do with that memory. Before packing up camp, he hiked over to the camp he had lit the fire by. To his surprise, nobody was around. He decided to relight the fire and leave her a note in an attempt to turn her back. If he knew her though, she would keep on and find him eventually. He bent over and started writing when his own cold steel pressed against his neck. Out of instinct, he began to reach for his assailant. The blade came closer to his throat.
“Where. Is. My. Blade Talon!” He heard Diana’s voice come from behind him. He went into survival mode. Calming his breathing, he thought of his options. Killing was not an option. He would have to talk his way out of this until he came up with a plan.
“I don’t have it now, but trust me; the blade is worth less than your life” he replied. His mind racing, he thought about his escapes. It dawned on him; he had his smoke blade. He reached for it, only to find Diana’s hand there. She twisted his wrist. He was actually beginning to panic now. That was when he heard Diana yawn behind him. That was it! Something fast and flashy would catch her off guard, but he needed to prepare slowly; an easy task with her so tired
He dug the toe of his boot into the ground and worked up a pile. She wouldn't take any more of his riddles while he tried to make an escape. She continued to question him.
“Who sent you?!” she asked in a near shouting tone of voice.
“It was someone on this mountain” Talon replied in a mysterious tone, attempting to confuse her more before she could notice what he was doing. “They may or may not be involved with the institute”.
She made it obvious she’d had enough of his riddles. She removed the blade and put it at the base of his spine.
“Give me what I need, or I won’t hesitate to make you incapable of everything you do” she hissed. It was at that moment that Talon thought he had enough. Using her shoulder for leverage, he flipped backwards over her. Dust flew her face and he landed on her back, sending her facefirst into the dirt. Brushing himself off, he stood with a foot on her back.
“If you seriously want to know, it was the Rakkor champion. You should be grateful that I took the job; someone with serious intent to kill you could have taken the job. Now that you’re here I have two options. I could tie you to the platform I made in a tree yesterday or I could end you”.
Diana took a minute to weigh her options.
“What if I struck you a deal” she whispered craftily. Talon had no hesitation as he said “I’m listening”.
“What if” she started “I went with you to the top of the mountain and made camp outside the Rakkor village. I would then wait outside while you went on your buisness and provide reinforcements when… needed”. She smiled at the last bit mischievously. “After this is all over, I could rehire you to steal it back on your terms of payment”.
Talon considered this for a moment. He could charge her a massive sum. He decided it was worth the risk. He couldn’t travel with her armed though, that would present too many problems.
“Only, and only if you swear to stay outside and stay cuffed the whole trip”. He hoped that would discourage her, but he was wrong. She rose to her feet, and while he tied her stifled a yawn. When he was sure the knot would hold, he pointed up the trail.
“That’s the path to the Rakkor village. Stay behind me and don’t trip”. He finished that with a mischievous grin. Diana was not one to be deterred though, and they started up the mountain. From behind him, he heard Diana call aloud
“How will you get back my weapon after trading with the Rakkor?” to which Talon smiled, and replied with “Lying is half my job”.
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As Diana climbed the mountain, she smiled to herself in spite of her situation. She had started walking up the trail without Talon, which gave her perfect time to modify her armor to a blade. She quickly cut the ropes to such a point that she could snap them with a flick of her wrist. All she had to do was sneak up on Talon and take it without his noticing. With her weapon, she could easily take him down. She was sure she could then get him past the guards; he seemed sincere when he wanted to help her. Talon joined her.
“Can I ask why you’re so hell-bent on joining me?” he asked politely.
“It’s the only weapon I’m really experienced with. It concentrates and focuses my power; without it I’m almost nothing”. She replied tartly. He looked at her with a grim expression then moved on. She saw her khopesh gleam in his belt. She knew she would have to wait, his pace was far too fast for her to sneak up on him without him noticing. Talon turned around, and still keeping his pace, asked Diana
“After all this is over…” he began. Diana suddenly felt a chill. “I will need to know where I can find you. It would be preferred if you stayed at the home of the DuCouteau family while I retrieved your weapon. They are all people I know I can trust.” Diana felt the chill recede. What did she possibly expect him to say? He was in it for the money and nothing else. But still… if that was really what he wanted, why would he even have her alive right now? She continued to brood while Talon hiked up the trail. She yawned again. Why did she have to ambush him while she was so bloody tired? She cursed herself for being so stupid. She worked the ropes into a more comfortable position as she jogged up to join him. She didn’t want to head into the village; with her khopesh she could take on as many Rakkor as they could throw at her; and with the limited forces at the great barrier that would be very few. What could she possibly do to get it back? Stealing it would be near impossible, and by the time he was asleep he would be somewhere in a tree. She would be far too tired to sneak around. She estimated that they would be at the summit by tomorrow. The only thing she could really do at the moment would an attempt at some form of persuasion.
He was aloof verbally, but when someone got too close he tended to panic, as she knew from experience and the fact that she was alive. Taking it from him would not be easy. She knew she had no form of people skills whatsoever. She mostly avoided them if she could. She did know where Talon was vulnerable though; anything that involved being close to another person. She decided “Why not, I can’t dig myself a deeper hole than I’m in already” and called to Talon. He turned around, and she took the perfect opportunity to snap the ropes and pull him into a clumsy kiss. He instantly shoved her away and dash-stepped behind her. She couldn’t even speak; his blade was directly across her open mouth. In a deep commanding voice that she began to take comfort in, even in the current situation, he said: “This is serious buisness. We’re only hours away from the homes of those that have been trained for combat their entire lives. They can track us by nothing but our smells alone, if equipped properly. Most are in their prime. All are deadly. They are the most militaristic people in all of Runeterra. Provoking one is bad enough, but betraying one will get you killed. They are extremely experienced in hand-to-hand combat, and if you want to die out here, I’ll toss you down the mountain and tie you to a tree until you get your damn senses back!” he finished, screaming. He re trussed her hands and the rest of the trip passed in silence. He put her in front this time.
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Finally! Talon exclaimed inwardly. She’s shut up and hasn't made a single move to reconstruct her armor. Talon’s plan was working perfectly. On his first time up, to take the job, he noticed a clearing. It had 50 branching paths; 48 were dead ends. He planned to leave her here and go trade in her weapon, then pick her up afterwards. He walked her into the clearing. She instantly saw what he was doing and reshaped her armor. The ropes snapped and she charged him. He jumped to a tree and threw down a cover of smoke. Walking around her in circles, he called out; using the skills the general had taught him years ago. He bounced his voice around, telling her that she was in a clearing that many have died in before. In reality, it was just a strange looking clearing. When the smoke cleared, he was already out. He could hear her scream in frustration behind him.


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