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“I don’t pretend to be a woman of the people. But I do try to be a woman for the people.”

From: X | Accepting!

    The slight roll of LeBlanc’s eyes made it perfectly clear she cared very little for what the Mage had to say, the click of her tongue only affirming that fact. Her interest in the other’s presence and more specifically abilities ran deep, but they were hardly worth the constant assault of the girl’s incessant ideals; At best they were amusing, and at worst they bordered on the edge of insufferable.    Nonetheless, with a deep breath and the slightest tap of her scepter against the polished stone floors, Emilia managed to keep herself from responding in a much less civil way. With a dismissive wave of her hand and light chuckle, the Matron turned to face Luxanna. “A woman for the people… and just what people would that refer to, girl? The ones that want you dead for your position alone? Oh! Or better yet, could it perhaps be the ones that would turn their noses in fear and disgust at the very mention of your gifts?”     Her first rebuttal was followed up with a quick laugh, one marred with a tinge of malice she purposefully allowed to be displayed. “You are better than the useless rabble you choose to associate yourself with, Crownguard. Much better. Your flame is a promising one, but it lacks the… intensity to survive the many breaths just vying to put out that light.” 

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“People should know when they’re conquered.”

From: X | Accepting!

    “My my, spoken with such conviction.. could it be that you perhaps speak from experience? Or do your words serve as some haunting warning for what may come of your reign? I should certainly hope not.” If a tone absolutely drenched in sarcasm wasn’t enough to make clear the Matron’s stance on the matter at hand, than the loud cackle that soon followed most definitely would. Her eyes briefly pulled away from Riven to join hers in looking out past the outer barricades, a plume of smoke rising in the distance, lightly marring the otherwise picturesque sun rising up behind it.     These little revolts seemed to be occurring more and more lately. Oh, how LeBlanc wished that they ate away at the other’s patience.      “Tenacity and a near-stubborn propensity for violence is what brought you to this very position, Riven… it’s dictated the legacy of Noxus for centuries now. Come, you’re not a big enough fool to be  troubled by some sort of resistance to your goals? No drop of spilled blood goes unanswered in Noxus….” Her pacing stopped behind the general, and in a set of slow but fluid motions LeBlanc would run a hand down along the general’s side, her head rearing close to the other’s.     A quick nuzzle and peck or two against Riven’s neck, and LeBlanc spoke in a soft and almost comforting voice…. one that didn’t match the smirk on her face in the slightest. “And if there is one quality of yours I can attest to, it is your ability to spill blood. You were born to leave brilliant trails of crimson in your wake… what’s a drop or two more?” 

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“Am I not merciful?”

From: X | Accepting! 

     “There are countless words that I could use to describe you, but I admit; ‘merciful’ would not be at the top of my list.” For as calmly as the Matron’s words left her mouth, a careful gaze never once lost sight of the man standing mere meters away. Trust, after all, was an incredibly difficult thing for LeBlanc to offer, yet one with a reputation as turbulent as Jhin’s would find it next to impossible to see the Mage with her guard and illusions down.     That very notoriety, however, was what made him incredibly useful to the Matron’s schemes. Why else would she bother tolerating his presence, let alone hand offer him a glass of wine in the first place?    “Then again, I pay very little mind to the semantics of your work. Butcher, artisan… it makes no difference to me; you are proficient at disposing of problems, and on that alone you hold my favor. At least for the time being.                        -Here, to our lovely little arrangement.” 

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Gladiator (Sentence Starters)

“People should know when they’re conquered.”

“He sleeps so well because he is loved.”

“When was the last time you were home?”

“Ultimately we are all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how, but we cand ecide how we met that end in order that we are remembered as men.”

“Am I not merciful?”

“The frost. Sometimes it makes the blade stick.”

“There was once a dream that was ____. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.”

“It vexes me. I am extremely vexed.”

“Are you in danger of becoming a good man, ____?”

“He knows too well how to manipulate the mob.”

“Promise me that you will look after my family.”

“What we do in life echoes in eternity.”

“How will the world speak my name in years to come?”

“Is ____ worth one good man’s life? We believed it once. Make us believe it again.”

“The silence before you strike, and the noise afterwards. It rises. It rises up like a storm.”

“I will see you again, but not yet. Not yet.”

“And you… stay alive, or I’ll be dead.”

“Imagine where you will be in three weeks, and it will be so.”

“You would fight me?”

“Ride until dawn… and then execute him.”

“At my signal, unleash hell!”

“We are nothing but shadows and dust.”

“Take my hand, I only offer it once.”

“Nothing happens to anyone that he is not fitted by nature to bear.”

“Death smiles on us all. All a man can do is smile back.”

“I am dying, ____.”

“Sometimes I do what I want to do. The rest of the time, I do what I have to.”

“Is this not why you are here?”

“I’ve seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark.”

“We mortals are but shadows and dust.”

“Five thousand of my men are out there in the freezing mud. Three thousand of them are bloodied and cleaved. Two thousand will never leave this place. I will not believe they fought and died for nothing.”

“Conjure magic for them and they’ll be distracted. Take away their freedom and still they’ll roar.”

“Those who are about to die, salute you!”

“Won’t you accept this great honor that I have offered you?”

“Hold the line! Stay with me!”

“I knew a man once who said: death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.”

“Do you think I am afraid?”

“What am I going to do with you? You simply… won’t die.”

“Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”

“I don’t pretend to be a man of the people. But I do try to be a man for the people.”

“You don’t find it hard to do your duty?”

“You have a great name. He must kill your name before he kills you.”

“Do you think me heartless?”

“You can help me. Whatever comes out of these gates, we’ve got a better chance of survival if we work together.”

“You have nothing to pay for.”

“I have felt alone all my life, except with you.”

“Can any of them fight? I’ve got a match coming up.”

“Have I missed it? Have I missed the battle?”

“Listen to me. Learn from me.”

“Some are good for fighting, others for dying. You need both, I think.”

“You’re lying. I could always tell when you were lying because you were never good at it.”

“____, that is why it must be you.”

“Do you understand? If we stay together, we survive.”

“You risk too much.”

“Fear and wonder, a powerful combination.”

“Do you remember what it was to have trust, ____?”

“Forget you ever knew me, and never come back here again.”

“I think you’ve been afraid all your life.”

“Are we so different, you and I? You take life when you have to, as do I.”

“I wonder, did your friend smile at his own death?”

“I want to help you.”

“I think you have a talent for survival.”

“Some of you are thinking that you won’t fight. Others, that you can’t fight. They all say that, until they’re out there.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was to live up to you.”

“I know that you are a man of your word, ____.”

“He’ll bring them death, and they will love him for it.”

“Strength and honor.”

“Today I saw a slave become more powerful than the Emperor of Rome.”

“Congratulations, you have very persuasive friends.”

“I am required to kill, so I kill. That is enough.”

“____ hates all of the world and you most of all.”

“I have much to pay for.”

“Who will help me carry him?”

“Tell me what you’ve been doing busy little bee, or I shall strike down those dearest to you. You shall watch as I bathe in their blood.”

“They love ____ for his mercy. So I can’t just kill him, or it makes me even more unmerciful.”

“____, please be careful. That wasn’t prudent.”

“I have only one more life to take, then it is done.”

“How will the world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant?”

“He killed the man who set you free.”

“I am tired of being strong.”

“When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life.”

“Are you not entertained?”

“The whole thing’s like some crazed nightmare.”

“Please be quiet. Your constant scheming gives me even more of a headache.”

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OOC; Too much stuffing and booze. Help.

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OOC; Gyros gyros gyros gyros--

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“ move or you will be moved. “

From: X || Accepting!

     LeBlanc would respond, in due time, but for an immediate response she could muster only a hearty bout of laughter. The whirring blades behind the Ionian, the foreign landscape around them… none of that mattered as far as the Matron was concerned. Her scouting forced had fared horrendously against the might of the woman standing mere meters away, and LeBlanc was no fool; their next meeting would be on the Noxian’s terms, and would end only in disaster for the renowned dancer.    “You’re free to pass through if you’d like, though you’ll find that my associates have pillaged the area for EVERYTHING it’s worth. As always, just a step too slow…” With a shrug of her shoulders, the visage LeBlanc planted before Irelia began to disappear.    “Believe you me, girl. My business is FAR from done with you.”