Cubix

Mains | League of Legends

Leon raised his index finger in silent protest as the man drank Clair's drink, leaving the coffee to freeze on the counter. "Uhh... sir... that's not... exactly... the..." Leon sighed in defeat. "Never mind." That one was a five-dollar deduction from his paycheck! "I'll just make another." Soon, the man had placed the cup back on the counter, but before Leon could even collect it, Claire just had to enter the café at this exact moment! Without pause, the blue-eyed maiden sauntered towards him as she extended a five-dollar bill to him. Apparently, she thought that the cup still had some contents in it. "Terribly sorry, Clair!" he apologized before collecting the cup, and rising back to the counter. "S-someone... mistakenly drank it two gulps. I-I will... just make another one, I swear!" the lion grinned before collecting the bill, and giving out the change. "It'll be a lot more special, I promise. On a Lion's Honor!" the lad grinned, placing his right hand on his chest. Then, he turned to the man next in line, greeting him with a jolly 'good morning to Wi-Hi, dear customer'. But, the grin was wiped off as he began to piece the man's identity back again.

It was him. The Murderer from the Isles.

A myriad of possibilities, of choices flashed into his mind. Most of those choices involved summoning his shovel, and smashing it down on the murderer's face, and make that wrong-drinking-licking-guy also glide his tongue over this murderer's cold, dead torso. But, violence might backfire on him now. A lot of the people here were, more or less, empowered people. Heck, even the Muffin Witch was there! And, even Clarice. He saw her wings of ice before, but, now, she had no idea that he had the gravedigger's powers with him. As far as Leon was concerned, he intended for the blue-eyed maiden to never know his real ability.

"Good morning, and welcome to Wi-Hi!" Leon greeted Raze with a grin. "So, what can I get you for you, Raze?" Oh, he remembered his name pretty well from that woman in the alley. "We have a new set of coffee that just arrived from Brazil. We like to call it as 'Death's Wake Up Call'. It will really smack the living shadows out of you. Also, we have another one known as 'Shovel to Your Face', and it's an Arabica brew that will snap you out of your misery," Leon suggested, pointing to a newly delivered sack of coffee beans. "Your misery of drowsiness and coldness, I mean."

As he gave Raze a few minutes to... 'think about it', Leon got to work on whipping up the same order for Clarice. Good thing, he didn't keep the ingredients yet as it shaved off a lot of preparation time. After a while, he finished the Zombie Cure, and handed it to Clair with a grin. "A Lion's promise, with a side of French Toast." he handed the set to her, taking his time to look into her eyes, if only to prolong a distant memory. "I like your eyes," he suddenly covered his mouth with his two hands (he'd cover it with a third one if he had one; his ghouls would also cover his mouth for him). "Uhmm... err... I mean... you know..." he stammered, lost for words. "Uhmm... did you know that coffee is good for looking young? Okay, enjoy your drink!" In a flash, Leon bolted for the counter before his face got any redder than it already is. It was good that Raze's face instantly wiped out any emotion other than anger.

"So," Leon composed himself. "What poison would you like to order today? And, by poison, I mean a drink. You know... metaphors... and all..." he eyed the man carefully and with extreme prejudice. Was he here to kill someone again?

@DFA@TheWinchester4

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@SevenStormStyle), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr declares Kalani as his wife. He, then, warns them of their future night adventures, and instructs the two to eat in order to nourish themselves. He also declares the motto of their House. Finally, he smashes into a pillar, unconsciously slipping out his innate appreciation of gemminite art.

"Kalani," he spoke her name once more, lavishing the way every syllable slipped through his lips. "My little auburn rose." Cuwarr nodded to Sorici before drawing his longbow, and plucking out one of the flowers embedded on its limbs. Then, he parted the locks of hair from her left ear, and placed the flower there, safe and sound. "I, Cuwarr Naxremis, will take you as my wife. Kalani of House Naxremis, you are my auburn rose, able to show pride in the face of adversity. You are my shield, to retain hope where there is none." In the same manner as Sorici, he took her left hand, and placed a gentle kiss on it. Then, he turned to his wives with a grin, taking turns in cupping both of their cheeks before planting a long, solemn kiss on their foreheads. "There is meaning in everything we do. Why do we rise? Why do we fight? Why do we kill?" the warlord spoke in a serious voice as he combed some of his blonde locks away from his eyes. "If you cannot answer the 'why' in your duties, then, there is no reason to do it," he shook his head to emphasize a point. "You were brought here forcibly, but more than that, each of you may have your own agenda, and I could care less about your plans. One of you may want to protect their loved ones," he looked at Kalani. "And, the other might want to drive a knife through my neck, and I'd like to see that person try." then, he turned his head to Sorici, the smile vanishing immediately. However, a chuckle echoed from his lips before a wider, warmer grin took residence. "The most important thing is... you have a 'why'. In the same manner that my choosing the two of you has meaning, so should you act as my brides with meaning driving behind your every action. That is the motto of House Naxremis, your new family: meaning in each action. Those who act without purpose do not deserve the Naxremis name. Now, the two of you carry the honor of our House; do bring good things to it."

The warlord couldn't help, but step back from these two brides. There, in front of him were ones he could use to perfect his art. For so long, Cuwarr envied the talent of the gemminite people, and their aptitude for the arts. Each work, each stroke of their tools brought forth a masterpiece. He loathed the limits of his art: shoot enemies, and then what? Nothing! His work... could never stand the test of time. Even steel rusted, even arrows snapped. But, the gems... their paintings, their sculptures were all from ancient times! The ephemerality of his art scared him; oh, it scared down to the bone. What if no one remembered him? What if... they only recall the failures of his father? No. Cuwarr had these gems in his grasp, and he would use them, he would extract everything from them if it means perfecting his art. Soon, when these pigs of Drakka, and these weaklings of Gem will hear the word 'war', they will only remember Naxremis. He will be remembered; Cuwarr promised.

"Oh, before we go any further, I might like to add that you may have ended up with the wrong drakken," Cuwarr tilted his head in mischievous nature. "A lot gave up when they were with me... alone. Honestly, they just cannot seem to last." he shrugged his shoulders before smirking as if he remembered a pleasant memory. "Well, I hope you two will fare better, yes?" The warlord turned around towards the buffet, but before he took a step forward, he spared a glance to his brides. "Come along, my flowers. Please, partake in the meal. You will need the nourishment for tonight's activities. Well, to be more specific, the two of you would need nourishment, or neither of you will last through the night. By now, you must realize that I am one who drives you to the very peak of fulfilment, drawing every inch, every drop from you until your only facial expression will be a gaped mouth." he flashed a dangerous grin at them, one that promised a dark and perilous ride down the one-way trip to ruin. "Now, that I think about it. The two of you can just take turns; it might be better that way."

Then, he took a step forward, smashing into a pillar with a solid thud. He recoiled back, rubbing his nose before he noticing the exquisite design of the pillar with its rings and marble structures. He took a few moments to just stare in awe at the pillar, his mouth opened just enough for a drop of saliva to dribble out. "That's gemminite architecture for you. Magnificent, transcendent! Even the pain is terrific!" he clawed his armor with his fingers before composing himself, and combing his hair back once more. Cuwarr cleared his throat, and straightened his posture. "Come, now, my dear ones."

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@SevenStormStyle), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr declares Sorici as his wife, his white lotus. Then, he notices Kalani, and determines that she existed as that of an auburn rose. He, then, introduces Sorici to her before asking for Kalani's name

The warlord paused for a few seconds after the woman had stated her resolve, and it was not to anger that his lips were beautifully robbed of words to say. No, rather, it was every time that Sorici lifted her eyes to meet his, every time that she displayed her spirit that Cuwarr couldn't help but form a gentle smile, one curve at a time. As the gem finished her spiel, Cuwarr began to erupt in a series of rich, laughter that he tried to suppress through distorted snorts. As soon as he began to compose himself, the warlord cleared his throat, and rested his hand gently on top of Sorici's head. He softly ruffled her kempt hair before chuckling once more. "And, I wouldn't have it any other way." his voice rose just above a whisper. "You only made one mistake so far, my little sword-flower, and it was to state that you can appreciate your beauty," the warlord cupped both of her cheeks with his gloved hand before tilting her face upwards to face his. "In the same manner that a flower cannot see the beauty of its petals, nor can a blade marvel at the sleekness of its edge, so do you have the inability to see yourself for what you are truly worth." He brought his face nearer to hers, inch by inch until only a single millimeter existed as a gap between them. "But, fear not; for it is not your duty to gaze at your colors, to gape at your steel. It is mine, and I see you as a white lotus-- blooming in the darkness. I see you as a blade yet to be forged in fires to be sharpened." Immediately, he parted from her, and merely stood solemnly, as if pondering.

"I have decided." Cuwarr grinned before grabbing the longbow from his shoulder. Slowly, he plucked out one of the crimson flowers that adorned its limbs, and after he had obtained one of the flowers, he placed it on her right ear. He smoothed some strands of hair out of the way before gliding his fingers over her cheek. "You, Sorici of House Naxremis, will be my wife. My white lotus to show the other savages that there is meaning in darkness. My sword, to warn the brutes that strength does not always come with axe and armor, but also with dress and flower."

With that declaration, Cuwarr took her right hand, and gently left a soft kiss there. "You may address me as Lord Cuwarr." he grinned before noticing that Sorici's eyes, for a moment, darted to a gem behind him. He slowly turned around, noticing a lonely little lass whose head dropped low. He could hear the murmurs, the whispers of his drakken kin-- blatantly talking about the woman in the mother tongue. "Her existence catches your eyes?" Cuwarr inquired with his wife before slinging the longbow over his shoulder once more. "Stay here, my sword-flower."

Cuwarr walked along the passing crowd of drakkens, edging and observing the lone gemminite as he passed by the buffet table. His hands nonchalantly plucked one of the skewered foods there before he focused once more on the gem. Some of the lesser lords began their worthless inquisition of the girl.

"If you'd just act like a frightened lass, I'd pick ya," one said, draping a brutish arm over the girl's shoulders. "Ya know, a little shake and tremble would do good for ye."

"I'd break ya, too," another quipped. "I can bring out the best in ye." The brutes sized up the girl, and circled around her like wolves stalking their prey.

"Big words for a swine of the gutters," Cuwarr's voice sliced through the conversation as both men spun around, seeing the warlord with the skewered meat in hand.

"Oh, it's Lord Naxremis, the art lunatic." one of the lesser officers reacted without zeal. "This is just another gemminite, right? Surely, you can find another of your caliber?"

At this point, Cuwarr began removing his right glove as he offered a snide smile at the two. "How droll," the warlord shook his head. "For a pig to think it knows the caliber of a butcher." Cuwarr sauntered nearer to them until he stood but a few paces away. Cuwarr eyed the lone gemminite, still trying to find what had drawn the attention of his sword-flower. A wry laugh escaped Cuwarr's lips before he swung the glove, slapping the two drakkens with one swing. "You search for a gemminite that refuses to hold her head in public? Words of men who lack the organ down below. If anything, I'm the only one who can draw the best out of anyone."

The lesser lords fumed in rage, but with a mere wave from the warlord, the two begrudgingly left. Cuwarr coiled his hand around the woman's; the small and petite fingers trembling softly. "Your hands are frigid, little one." the warlord mused before he took off his left glove. Soon, Cuwarr had fitted the gloves to both of the woman's hands whilst he pinched her chin between his index and thumb. Hazel eyes met his without pause. But, never had Cuwarr expected that those same irises would steal a breath away from him. Pride, albeit damaged, glistened her eyes. He saw desire; a desire to prove herself-- a desire to be different, to be acknowledged. Pride in adversity. With fingers calloused from drawing the bowstring, he traced a line from her left eye until her supple lips.

Yes, the white dress may be a little too boring for his tastes, but the same simplicity had garnered the attention of his sword-flower, and most importantly, snatched his own eyes. Hope... where there is none. Cuwarr turned to his wife and beckoned for her to come closer, then, he turned once more to this auburn rose. Gently, he pried her soft lips open before edging the small piece of meat into her mouth. "Hold your head high, my auburn rose, for you are the only one of your kind," he smiled as he ran his fingers through her rich auburn locks. Next, he gestured to Sorici with a nod. "This is my wife, my white lotus, Sorici." Then, he addressed the auburn rose once more. "And, you, my auburn rose, what word should my lips produce to snatch your attention?"

A Prized bride (The return)

She seems so sad, and frustrated :c I want to squeeze her until all the negativity flies away.

A Prized bride (The return)

@karamonnom Would you like the encounter to be sweet, hardcore, or simple? Each encounter would have a specific scenario, though. Like, Kalani getting taken away by force by some other drakkens who Cuwarr inevitably beats up or any ideas you may have would also work :D

A Prized bride (The return)

Well, Cuwarr got frozen on the spot when Sorici refused to budge XD I'll make up for it in some way.

A Prized bride (The return)

Cuwarr would inevitably notice Kalani, but I guess the chances of that happening faster would, indeed, be faster if she roams around :D I'm still waiting for the other bride, though.

A Prized bride (The return)

I'm just waiting for my bride to post before I do again XD

Mains | League of Legends

The manager had explicitly yelled at them in e-mail to get their butts over to Wi-Hi and start making some money. Personally, Leon refused to get up from his comfy bed as the stress from yesterday still hadn't left him. However, the manager threatened to reduce the salaries of those who became absent, and with rent coming up, Leon bolted up faster than Rammus powerballing with homeguard. In a record time of ten minutes, Leon had bathed, dressed, and prepared himself for another working hell in the cafe. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, and donning on the apron of Wi-Hi, Leon marched onward glumly with heavy steps. His eyes took in the world in all its droll features, and he couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh. No motivation, no will to even work. What a time to be alive.

However, his phone vibrated in his pocket, prompting the lad to slowly pull it out. Surely, this was going to be his mother or dad, and who knows what interrogation they were up to this early in the day. After all, no one texted him but them, and his parents only communicated for only two reasons: one, to scold him, or two, to interrogate him whether he had done drugs or something of equal severity. He spun the phone within his palm, and after entering the star-shaped pattern for the lock screen, his eyes widened at the discovery. It was Claire! The blue-eyed maiden that he met in Wi-Hi cafe! With shaking hands, he read the message slowly, as if lavishing a sweet candy. Well, aside from his parents, there was finally someone else in his inbox. His lips quivered in a smile as he felt his core lighten upon seeing the adorably annoying jokes that she made, and really, if it came from anyone else, they'd be annoying. But, not her. Definitely, not her. Claire proceeded to name her demands which brought a slight chuckle from Leon's throat, and with an ardent blaze fueling the pyres of his emotions, he sprinted for Wi-Hi. He didn't know whether he liked her, or something, but Leon understood that she was different from the rest; she stood out like a white lotus in the dark.

As he entered the cafe, Leon got to work as he put on the Lion Hat that the manager had painstakingly forced them to wear upon Wi-Hi's reopening after the murder. He busied himself mixing and preparing the caffeine-infused beverage. Strangely enough, he worked faster than all his speed from last week combined. After the drink was concocted, Leon drew a 'caution sign' on the cup before writing a: 'Zombie Cure for Claire by Leo the Lion'. For once in his entire months working in Wi-Hi, Leon was finally proud of something he made. Suddenly, the door of the cafe swung open, prompting the barista to spin around with a jovial smile on his face. "That was fast, Claire! I--" he stopped mid-sentence upon seeing that it was someone else. Finally, there was someone who looked more terrible than Leon. The barista folded his white long-sleeves up to the juncture of his elbow, and offered a warm smile instead. "You seem tired, friend." Leon grinned before whipping up a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and handing it to him. "This ought to warm your insides," the barista offered the cup to the lad. "On the house."

At the same time, Leon switched on the television that hung from the cafe's ceiling, and tuned it on the latest news. However, his jolly mood was abruptly ended as he heard a disturbing news: a massive murder of crows had infested the city. "No way," Leon shook his head, remembering the enigmatic event that had left quite a mark on him. The terrors of the night had not left him as Leon merely shoved them all down his mind, but now, the visions began to crept back up. "Relax, Leon." he mumbled slowly before looking at the lilac-haired man. Upon seeing the man's appearance once more, a strange tingle crept up Leon's spine. Is he also a manifestation? "So," Leon spoke, easing his mind from the worries. "I've never seen you in Wi-Hi before. You a new face? What's your name, friend?" Leon inquired as he fixed the nameplate on his white polo which read: Leo the Lion.

@VKAllen@DFA

Mains | League of Legends

Gonna start of Leon in Wi-Hi for anyone who wants to interact with him. I'll be posting as soon as I recover from a slight fever XD