The shadows of his room was all the curtain he needed for a moment of clarity. Blank, lavender eyes stared at the three ghouls as if the rasping and incomprehensible growling was something that made sense. The jade-coloured ghoul lurched forward, almost as if scolding the young barista for his incompetence, but the silver and peach coloured minions quickly came to Leon's aid. As it turned out, it was one ghoul against another. Whilst the spectres wrestled it out on the dusty floor, the lad turned his eyes to the window and the skies-- the greying clouds served more as an accompaniment to the turmoil within him. He knew; oh, he knew damn well that the answers he could have been looking for would be answered if he joined his kindred. But, he didn't want any more trouble than there already was. Leon stood up, stretching his arms as he parted the curtains which allowed a burst of radiant, and warm light to invade the room. No, the answer was certainly clear. He had sworn upon her eyes that he would never endanger anyone, and to sever connections was the most optimal way to do it. His fingers pressed softly upon the glass, imagining--wishing-- that the reflection in front of him was not
him, but her; and that the hand that pressed against his was the hand he had came to treasure.
"Never again." Leon mumbled before looking at the clock. He had missed his class already, but, at least, he could still catch-up with the lessons if he wanted to. On another note, he had no classes tomorrow. So, he could laze in bed all day, and become the potato that he had always wanted to be.
Joining with those mutants was far too risky of an idea, and Leon knew that he had made the right choice in avoiding them. The night was dawning upon him, and what better way to end the day than to indulge a toxicfest within the League of Legends community? Thus, Leon turned on his laptop, logged in, and played the shadows away. As the gravedigger was summoned upon the battlefield, and the loading screen shot away, his eyes went over to his team. If he had joined that cult, would he also the manifestations of these champions? Strangely enough, he couldn't take his eyes off from that Blackfrost Anivia, though. Well, it was a legendary skin, and Leon knew that he was not rich enough to afford even the Undertaker skin. Still, as the champions were blasted upon the summoning platform, Leon cracked his knuckles and prepared to bring the Shadow Isles into the Rift.
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His dreamless slumber was roughly awakened by a pair of claws gripping his shirt, almost as if slamming him back and forth against his pillow. Immediately, Leon bolted up as the silver spectre was sent rolling back. "What the hell do you want?!" Leon growled, massaging the back of his head. Not really appreciating the morning interruption when he had just had an all-nighter with League of Legends. Seriously, that last game was not only annoying, but also made him lose his faith in humanity. As Leon rubbed his tired eyes, and ruffled his messy hair, the ghoul screeched out something that made his spine shiver.
"Another manifestation from the Shadow Isles?" Leon repeated the information, and, indeed, he felt a disturbance upon standing up. His ears began to echo disturbing rattles of chains, but after a while, the hallucinations ended. There was this strange feeling within Leon, and he knew that it wasn't because he hadn't had breakfast yet. It was something more... sinister. He hadn't felt this kind of disturbance when he had met the other manifestations, but with this... denizen of the Isles... there was something to be said about it bearing an omen... of war.
"Elise... Mordekaiser... Karthus... Thresh... Hecarim..." he enumerated the names of the known denizens, and each name brought him much worry.
"N-no," Leon shook his head before sighing loudly.
"I should not get involved in this." So what if there was another from the Shadow Isles? It wasn't his problem, no siree. It wasn't, it shouldn't, and it wouldn't be his problem.
And, he kept repeating that statement to himself for the next few hours.
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His ghouls were not making it easy for him. They kept spawning out of nowhere, and attempted to lead him towards one of the diners in the town, but he would be damned before getting involved! Normally, the ghouls were only visible to him unless he had summoned his shovel (not to mention, that the ghouls could only do real harm if he had his shovel). However, it seemed that Leon theorized that, perhaps, his fellow Shadow Isle kindred would be able to see them. As he ran after the spectres, Leon now stood before the diner, and immediately felt a conclave of familiar presences that he had encountered yesterday! No, he did not want to meet them now! Or, he never wanted to meet them again in the first place.
"Fine, you dumb ghoul," Leon hissed at the orange spectre.
"You draw out that bastard, and you lead him here! Gods! You just want to get what you want..." the lad roared as the ghoul sped off.
"This is just... for... making sure. Just gonna make sure that he's not gonna wreck anything, and I'm gone. I'm never going back."The orange ghoul sped forth, and being invisible to others, it tapped upon the glass window that was near the shadow isle manifestation. Should the boy's attention be caught, the ghoul would lead him back to Leon who had hid at the side of the road. It was a risky gamble, but it was supposed to be worth it in the end.
Or, so Leon hoped.
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