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There was a little-known fact about Ionia's famed Guard Captain. It wasn't anything that changed her performance, but it was something that caused many people to wonder just was goes on in her head.
Sometimes her men will pass her office and see her just sitting at her desk, hands crossed in front of her with the sourest expression on her face. Sometimes she glares acidic holes in her desk, other times it looks like she's combating hemorrhoids. The guardsmen chalked it up to stress, nerves, overwork, and other mundane things like that because Irelia was prone to such things.
But was it, really?
Irelia heard four more voices than was considered normal, but she wasn't crazy. A scraping sound in her mind like the strained belly laugh of a chainsaw echoed,
'Are you sure you're not crazy, honey?'
Irelia snorted at the humming voice in her mind, shooting a glare to the blades relaxing on the side of her desk.
People often thought that the Will of the Blades was so admirable, so glamorous. Those people didn't have to deal with four talking weapons on a daily basis.
"I just love how supportive you are of me." She grumbled to the blades, causing laughter to erupt from them (the beautiful cacophony that is four shrieking violins and an armor rack that was knocked over).
Training her men, battling on the Fields, eating dinner, spending time with friends, all experiences in her life have been accented with four metallic voices since the day Soraka saved her life.
"Talking blades, who'd've guessed?" She mused, flicking through some paperwork. "You know, sorcerers used to try very hard to imbue intelligent souls into weapons. They never tried dying and using the weapons as a soul anchor, did they? Works like a charm, but you are all still dumber than a stack of rocks."
One of the blades snorted at her, something impossible for an object with neither a nose nor a mouth, but so it was.