Will one ever fly, if she does not have any wings? Current M!A: None
She had seen many things, but that… well, it just didn’t belong to the list of normal things. She just stared at the bird, not really sure what to do. For some reason she felt uneasy and wished to leave. That, however, was out of the question. If this was one of the stupid pranks that the summoners played on each other, then she wanted to know who’s idea it was to gut him like a pig. Her mouth parted slightly when it spoke again. Alright, she had many issues, nightmares, voices in her head and so on and on, but she was definitely not crazy enough to imagine such things.
It became even worse when the bird transformed into a human. Misu?! It was a surprise, but what the hell was she doing on the tree? And why would she play such illusions on Her?! Amfissa didn’t even know what she had done to deserve such treatment. Regardless, she was sort of honored to actually face the woman such as Misu, the Immortal summoner. She had heard many stories of her.
“Yes…” she finally responded, blinking few times to make sure that what she saw was actually true. And did she just call her an idiot? Amfissa frowned. Despite all the mixed emotions she experienced right now, she remained calm and asked politely:”How may I help you?”
The frown made Misu snort a little, actually seeing the comment seen as a offence. How funny. She sort of hung there in a sloppy manner, staring at the paperwork before throwing it randomly.
“Yer’ on a list o’ people I can help with uh…yer’ job. And I don’t mean being a summoner, y’know!”
The first rule in Misu’s head was to not mention the person’s actual occupation, or specifically the fact this person was an assassin. Declaring such a role is forbidden and muttering it in public was just as bad. She respected that and kept it quiet as she swung a little back and forth. Her arms just dangled past her head and in a limb manner as if simply not caring that she was looking rather…weird.
“I can teach ya’ a few things maybe, if yer’ interested.” She hummed, grinning at the thought of having yet another student. Only this time it wasn’t about magic, thank goodness. “If not then ya’ can just pretend this never happened?”
Just as she noticed Misu, a hell broke loose. She just stared at how other summoners charged at her. Honestly, she had no idea what could they possibly want from the poor assassin, but it was amusing to watch how the mass effect reached its peak and then, suddenly, they looked irritated, maybe even angry. Amfissa leaned back on the bench and smiled to herself. It was foolish of them to chase an idol like that. She didn’t really see or understand what happened to that poor Misu. Did she collapse under the pile of the summoners? Should she go and help? No, that would only endanger herself.
Tilting her head, she found herself quite amused and actually interested in what actually happened. She narrowed her eyes a bit, surveying all of those who went to mind their own business. There was no sign of the white hair. “Odd…” she muttered quietly, but then she startled on her spot and looked up. That bird – what the hell? Was it really speaking like a female? Amfissa had hard time holding herself on the bench, though she really wanted to jump up and capture that creature and interrogate it. She had no idea what to say. The strange collapse before was indeed amusing, but… wait! “Misu?” she asked quietly, not even believing her own words.
The laughter continued and the bird hopped itself into proper view. It looked like a crow, perhaps a little larger than usual with one unusual thing. The fact it was if it was on fire, black flame engulfed the bird as it twitched it’s head curiously at the lady. It’s golden eyes looked over her for a moment before it became silent.
“I must be gettin’ more popular…Wha’ a pain.”
The bird quickly changed, the body distorted and slowly morphed into a human figure that hung by the legs on a tree branch. The Misu that everyone seemed to know oh so well just hung upside down and stared at Amfissa with a pleasing grin. Nothing felt out of place, not even a scratch on her after that incident. For a moment she just looked at the other with a grin, then pulled out a piece of parchment and looked it with such focus.
“Uhh…Amfissa, right? Right? I should be right I mean I can sense idiots across tha’ entire premises…” She spoke out whilst still looking at the paperwork. It didn’t sound offensive from her tone, but there was this odd hint of sarcasm there. Probably the fact she saw a little mistake and wanted to poke at it than mock them for it.
Amfissa was more than pleased. She had just won a match (although she was forced to act as a support because other summoners insisted that she knew the role well), and now she even had more time to practice. Gathering her items, she said her good byes to those, who were left in the summoning room and left.
An hour and half later she was seen walking quietly around the Institute. She had a nice training, though alone, but still, she was able to concentrate on her mistakes and trying to learn new abilities. It wasn’t successful, though. She had no inspiration nor any ideas what to learn next. Although she knew that there were many things to know and study, she felt complete the way she was now. Biting a small bit of her apple, she surveyed the other summoners. Some of them were talking to the champions, others were just minding their own business.
She took a seat on the bench, hidden perfectly in shadows. It was bright and sunny outside. It was so hot for her that she was really considering moving to Freljord for the summer. This place was always cold, right? She laughed quietly at herself, but stopped when she saw someone really unexpected there. Misu! She knew that this woman worked together with Marcus Du Couteau and was well known for her skills, but seeing her surprised Amfissa even more.
It didn’t take long before she noticed her outside, Misu being inside and partly out of view from the wrong kind of attention. At least that was her plan, most people chased after her in an attempt to possible harm her, the idea of her being killed was a joke really. However it was quite the opposite that happened, her eyeing on her target resulted in unwanted attention from other summoners. It didn’t take long before there was a yell and a dozen charged at her.
Or what was there at least. It was almost as if she wasn’t there to start with, by the time the summoners had been in her reach the summoners crashed into each other…leaving nothing behind. Absolutely nothing. Misu had just vanished into thin air or so it seems. The group of summoners grew angered at the result and simply walked off, returning the peaceful quiet that was there before the commotion started. But that was once again broken by the sound of ecstatic chirping on a tree above Amfissa which quickly morphed into human laughter. Female and quiet strange in tone.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Tha’ just fails ta’ amuse me! Oh tha’ look on their faces!”
Ever since her research had been done, her realisation and discovery of what she was now evident, Misu had nothing else left do it. For days it was like this void of emptiness that she’s witnessed all too many times, the Institute was always busy and cared not for one person being pathetically bored. That of course was before she received a letter. Just one, formally and nearly written by her good friend Marcus which detailed a chance to do something. His ears must of caught onto her groans of pains of doing nothing interesting, or the fact he simply wanted her to do something productive. She after all never did much unless it was her problem. But what was in the letter mattered more and oh boy was it interesting.
“I need you to find some Noxian assassins and bump their skill up a notch. It seems that Grand General Swain has been using them less due to their weak plays since you and myself left. Attached is a list of summoners that are placed until that line of duty. Pick how you see fit.”
The list was pretty long, Noxians and Demacians were among the most in the Institute and for pretty obvious reasons…but there was one name that seemed to catch her eye among the huge list. A huge smirk drawn across her face, the summoner marched herself out of her quarters and towards another. One that was for sure up for a surprise.
“Oh somebody old then, nice to meet you. I guess we were not introduced back there.” She didn’t expect that. It was not… uncalled for maybe she knew Avarosan was nothing but a split tongued idiot who bit in the hand of those who fed her. At least she payed the price for it, but that was a story for another time. At most since this person was well aware of those things.
She watched the other person very carefully. What an interesting person. Sitting here, even tho it was pretty obvious that she was uncomfortable in the environment Why did she wait here for her instead of asking her in the institute? She surely had her reasons.
“My story? Well, where to begin? Tell me, what do you know.”
“Tha’ only people tha’ knew me back then we’re tha’ buggers tha’ got crushed into pieces by me.” She chuckled, quietly amused at the thought as she shuffled about a little more. She gradually got comfortable with the skin biting frost the more she moved about. She eventually stopped upon being questioned, a sigh escaping quietly as she looked up at the sky for a thought or two.
“I’m only aware of tha’ Avarosan’s side of tha’ story, cus y’know they were kinda bragging abou’ it. Wha’ I wanna hear is your side o’ it. Tha’ Watchers were some I never really understood, so hearin’ Avarosa’s story was a little… sceptical back then. She wouldn’ say who or what they were, jus’ tha’ they were people meant to be destroyed n’ tha’.”
“You summoners have much more freedom than champions do. Some have deeper bounds to the Institute than others but we all must acknowledge its relative power over our lives.” A wry smirk crosses her lips.
“And I do believe you’re wrong, at least about me. I’m wonderful at remembering faces and names attached to them, even if my brain does need a bit of a jog to do so. I don’t look down on summoners and treat them differently. That’s rather childish in my eyes.” The annoyance tightening the corners of her mouth slips away and an amicable smile replaces it.
“Shall we be properly introduced then? That way if I do forget you in the future you can call me out on it.” Laughter bubbles in her throat and she extends her hand towards the summoner.
“Sarah Fortune. A champion of the League with slight rebellious tendencies and a love for whiskey and the sea.”
“I have as much freedom as ye’ do, tha’ moment tha’ Institute calls fer me I have no choice but ta’ respond. I’m one of tha’ few that has tha’ treatment, however.”
The summoner simply blinked as she heard the champion speak to her, half interested and half simply not. In reality the majority of the champions simply ignored the summoners and looked down on them for being pathetic and weak…even if a few of them were capable of blowing up the entire institute in single click of their fingers. Sadly Misu was among those slightly powerful ones and of course never said a word about it. She simply shrugged as a small silence grew, eyes looking over to the bounty hunter’s hand as if inspecting it before accepting it with her own in a firm manner.
“Misu. Jus’ Misu. Old ass senior summoner, control mage. Someone tha’ jus’ won’ die no matter how many bullet ye’ put in m’head.” She hummed in a dull tone, not even trying to sound impressive at all. It was almost like a daily routine to her, introducing herself. “I guess we have one thing in common if ya’ love whisky tha’ much.”
“I am a woman of many mysteries. I don’t always make a grand exit when I’ve gotten an urge to test the limits of the Institute’s leash, you know. Stretching one’s boundaries is a delicate process, especially when one cannot completely sever the ties that hold them to a certain place.” Fortune sighs and shakes her head, curiously regarding the summoner.
“Have you and I met before? I’d doubt as much if you hadn’t noticed my prolonged absence.”
“Severin’ ties, psh if I could do tha’ I’d be in the afterlife by now. ‘Sides I wouldn’ even notice if the Institute jus’ spontaneously combusted outta boredom. I’d wake up in the ruins an’ carry on wi’ life.” The summoner sighed in return, the exhale producing a burnt puff of smoke as she eyed on the bounty hunter for a moment. That moment was easily short lived however as the eyes rolled back without a single care in the world, only to return back to the hunter herself in lax manner.
“Ye’ wouldn’ know me anyway, no champion ever remembers a summoner’s name. Wha’s tha’ point? Ya’ can’ remember millions o’ names…”
My diagnostic has shaken me up pretty hard. I should of expected something but wow not this. This was something I did no foresee.
[As you can see my brain is pre-occupied with trying to keep emotional at a stable condition so I don’t shrivel up and die. Also please send some asks so I can reply to them when I’ve calmed down?]
Ok so writing about my conquest of figuring out what the fuck I am hasn’t been going well. I mean I somehow managed to lose the backpack I was carrying, not that it meant much I mean I usually travel without one.
The consideration that I haven’t changed at all and I’m still the boring ass demi-fiend I should be is completely out of the question. I have no desire to consume life, no need to destroy. I no longer feel like crap in daylight. The consideration that I could have become a simple regenerator (an immortal that is based off regeneration than simply being physically unable to die, even when vitals are destroyed) is plausible however. But there is something that doesn’t make sense. There’s this…this unknown entity that I can definitely feel inside of me. It’s like feeling that your something else, something that you don’t know. It’s weird and as if I’m wear the wrong pair of shoes. Of course I hardly wear any nowadays so I don’t see that being right. Perhaps asking the person who caused this mess, that blasted bitch for a dragon, would be my best choice of action. If I want to find her that is, I’m not even sure after what happened.
The good news is that I’m capable of using magic again and not just my simple shape shifting. All my control magic is still there
(no more just strength enhancing yay!), I’m just a little rusty on it. It seems that the sudden body change returned my former talents back when I wasn’t so…so devilish I guess. Remembering the hand signs for the more dangerous of arts might take a little reading and practice.
No I’m not a ninja, control magic is cast through hand signs rather than incantations. A control mage is not supposed to speak during casting, lest you want to crack the fourth was and possibly place yourself out of existence entirely.