TotE Redone 2

Hi everyone, my rewrite has been met with decent responses so I'll continue, I suppose. Remember, reviews equals feed back, and feed back means moar chapters! Moar profit!

Anyhoo, enjoy~

(Linebreak because notes apparently doesn't show dashes anymore, frickin' retarded as hell computer.)

Syndra sighs as she enters her room, her dorm "buddies" as they called it, dressing up to seemingly go somewhere. "Fools!" she screams before dropping the bags where she stood(?). "I came all this way just for you idiots to eat and now you're leaving to go somewhere, and probably without me?!" she shrieks before lunging at the now-dressed up Quinn, who squawks (no pun intended) and dives behind Irelia. Irelia gives Syndra a stern look.

"Syndra, we're going to the welcoming party for the new champ. The notification was just received. We weren't going to leave without you, I promise," she chides before taking the plastic bags and hurriedly tossing them into the refrigerator. "Just change into something nice and we'll go."

A few minutes later, Syndra came out in a different thick coat, covering a dress that she was wearing. And also a few other layers 'cause god damn it it was cold out there... few meaning approximately 12 other articles of clothing. But that's aside the point. Irelia, dressed in blue and Quinn in yellow, all stood waiting by the door before the three exited their apartment with a slam, rushing to the party.

"So what's the new guy's name?" Quinn asks Irelia, who responds promptly," He's an Ionian dude named Sol, the blue stone guy? That's him."

"Wow, they're letting a guy like that get in?" Quinn almosts shouts incredulously.

(Line break. A/N: I'm really hungry right now so please don't kill me if I only describe food.)

Sol widens his eyes at the group up ahead, summoners and champions alike all standing next to a large meeting table. "Hey new guy!" one... thing... said. He recognizes the figure as a Yordle and twitches his eyes.

Oh how much he hated yordles, the filthy creatures.

Sol sighs. 'God damn it, I hate dealin' with people,' he grumbles mentally before making his way slowly to the happy crowd. Giving a half-smile and a nod here and there, he pushes past the growing group before setting himself down at the table. People took their seats around him, all eager to meet the rookie. 'Rookie? I've seen more shit than half of these people put together,' he scoffs at his own thoughts.

Bombarded with questions, Sol shrunk in his seat and tried to answer as quickly and promptly as he could. He felt the walls beginning to grow smaller and the pressure become heavier, his introverted lifestyle beginning to take its toll on our hero.

(Line break again. Don't worry, food is coming. Fooood glorrrious foood~)

Syndra and her "friends" finally made it to the welcoming party, a large crowd of people already gathered around a single area. "Guess we're not too late, the food isn't all completely gone yet," Irelia jokes to her neighboring ranger, who giggles.

Syndra, meanwhile, felt an odd presence, one that she had not felt since she was a child. It reminded her awfully of her younger brother...

(Another line break hue)

Sol blinked, a huge pressure crashing down on his shoulders. He gasps at the strength of the focused power, as if someone was trying to force a sun down his throat. Yet he couldn't help but feel somewhat comforted by the magical presence, like it was trying to envelop him and protect him. 'What, I'm a masochist now?' Sol chuckles to himself, ignoring the people around him.

He couldn't help but reminisce about his older sister and how much he missed her. 'Her presence was just like this... just... like...'

With that, Sol disappears from his seat and reappears right outside the crowded table. Looking around furiously, he turns and turns as if he was a toy in the hand of a 3 year old. He stops his spin to win to see a white-haired lady standing with two other girls, and he couldn't help but gawk at her. 'Damn, she is fine...' he mentally whistles.

"Sol?" the white-haired lady said, her voice echoing through the hall. Sol's mind flashes in recognition, his eyes widening even more. "S-Syn?" he whispers quietly, the hall beginning to hush as people noticed the intense glare the two shared.

She begins to make her way closer to him, and he walks towards her slowly. "Syndra, sister of Sol?" he croaks out, tears beginning to form in his eyes. She nods as well, and for the first time that wasn't while watching soap operas, Syndra's powerful and blazing eyes begin to water as well.

The pair rush to each other before enveloping one another in their arms, family bonds reforged once more as fresh tears poured like rain during an April shower. Syndra didn't care if her dress was ruined. Her long-lost brother, whom she loved dearly, was standing with her in the Institute of War, together.

The crowd begins to clap and hoot wildly before Sol turns and snarls, his face suddenly covered with a crimson plate before screaming, "Silence!" the guttural and chilling voice sweeping away all noise. Syndra continues to cry and hold her younger brother, not caring for anything in the world. "She's my sister you filthy beasts!" he roars, not caring if he was rather hypocritical.

The females of the crowd, thanks to their superior empathic powers, understand what happen and begin to clap slowly and say a general "awwwww." Sol sighs and nods before hugging his sister once more and letting go. "Hey, Syn," he says softly before taking a seat, Syndra next to him. "Whaddaya say about you and I spending some time together to catch up on the um... the 17 years, was it? That we missed?" he says cheerfully, glad to have someone he knows.

Syndra smiles and blushes slightly at the sight of him. 'He did indeed become quite handsome,' she muses to herself before slapping herself mentally. 'He's your brother,' she scolds. 'Even if you lost him 17 years ago, he's your brother.' "That would be great. How about after you find your place and settle down with your room mates, you come to my place and talk?" she asks amiably.

Sol grins. "Sounds great, sis." Just then, a man and a girl set themselves down next to the siblings. "Greetings, new comer. I am Garen Crownguard, commander of the Dauntless Vanguard. I am glad to make your acquaintance," he says in a strong yet friendly voice. Sol shakes his hand and nods. "I'm Sol. I do stuff," he says as Garen twitches slightly at his informality.

"Oh stop being such a stiff, Garen. You have time for that later," the girl teases before giggling madly and attaching herself to Garen's arms, who looks quite uncomfortable. "Oh, where are my manners! I'm Luxanna Crownguard, this big boy's sister. Call me Lux, everyone other than this guy right here does," she finishes with a poke to Garen's large biceps.

'She's a bro-con. Oh dear,' Sol mentally laughs before looking at Syndra, who gives a nervous smile. "Um, yeah. Nice to meet you too," he says quietly, doing his best to avoid Lux's eyes. The pair nod and move off to talk with other people.

Sol sighs and finally kicks back, ready to relax for a bit and finish talking with pe- suddenly, a crimson-haired woman with a shapely body jumps into the seat next to him. "Hey, you, new guy. What did Lux say about Ga-" she is cut off by Sol grappling her to the floor and pressing his blade, Eternal Ruin, against her throat. "Shit, sorry," Sol says as he accidentally makes eye contact with her. 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck...' he swears endlessly in his mind as the red head giggles. "I'm Katarina," she swoons before staring into his eyes more. He turns away as fast as he can.

He offers a hand to her, lifting her up. She sticks to his arm like a fly on a fly swatter and blushes. "So, about Lux..." he begins before Katarina hushes him with a finger before pressing her lips against his. 'Damn it,' Sol sighs. 'This again. Might as well take advantage of the situation. Thank god it ain't permanent.' Sol siphons some essence from her, quenching his need for the week. Peeling the giddy Katarina off of him, he places her on the bench next to the table. She promptly drops her head to the table, fast asleep.

(A/N: I've changed it so that Sol's eyes will give a weak and short-term affect. Sol needs to deliberately use his powers to completely hypnotize someone. Also, since the aura itself is so weak, anyone magically adept is usually capable of warding it off naturally. Katarina isn't capable of doing so since she's a basic bitch.

No just kidding. Katarina isn't because she literally did never need to build up magic resistance during her training, or at least I supposed so. Whatever. Back to the story!)

Meanwhile, Syndra was glaring at Sol before screeching and slapping his face. "What in the world was that?!" she roars, blushing violently. "Why did-why did-what," Syndra stutters madly before standing and storming out of the hall.

Sol looks at her retreating form with a quirked eyebrow. 'What the hell was that?'

(Line break. Okay, I didn't mention any food. So sue me. Sue me and my empty stomach.)

It was a few hours after the ceremony for the complete induction of Sol into the league completed. We find our hero teleporting his way up the stairs to the third floor before going to the west wing. Holding a piece of paper, Sol glances up occasionally to look at the room numbers. "418, 419... 420," he says before staring at the door in boredom. 'That is one boring as hell door,' he chuckles before putting the key into the lock and opening the door to the apartment, revealing a tidy and neat home inside. Many various metal doohickeys and gadgets sit around the place, making it obvious who was Sol's room mate.

Sol enters and wanders about before finding an empty room. He notices a note sitting on the floor. Bending down to take it, he yawns and picks it up.

'Yo dude, this is your room as you could probably tell. I'm your room mate, name's Jayce. I'm out right now to pick up some cigars. Be back at 1630.'

Sol sighs before summoning his bed, the mattress dropping to the white carpet with a *plop.* Sol conjures the rest of his furniture before finally summoning his weapon collection and placing it in the safe in the closet. 'I should probably head to Syn's...' he muses. 'Nah, I'll wait to meet this Jayce guy.'

A few minutes later, the door opens as a tall, handsome man with dashing looks enters. Sol, who was sitting on the couch, stands to greet the man. "Hey man, I'm Sol. I'm your room mate, I suppose," Sol greets as he sticks his hand out.

Jayce grins before shaking it. "The name's Jayce. Guess you got my note, eh? Sorry about the mess," he says before gesturing to the small pile of metal parts in the corner that Sol hadn't even noticed. "I'm an inventor."

Sol laughs. "Man, you could drop rusty nails everywhere and I wouldn't care," he says as Jayce smirks at his joke. "Alright, so I guess we're laying out some ground rules?" he asks as the man nods. "So this is what we're going to do..."

(Line break. Anyone else notice how little Jayce has been played these days?)

Sol exits his apartment as he tries to locate Syndra. Finally pinpointing her location, Sol starts walking in that general direction, his eyes closed so he could concentrate. 'God damn me and my terrible navigation,' he grumbles. 'Why isn't Spire here to do this shit for me.'

He bumps into someone as he turns the corner, a loud hissing sound being heard as Sol instinctively jumps backward and yells "Creeper!" Realizing it was just a snake-woman, Sol sighs and- wait. A snake woman? 'What the hell?' Sol gasps as he gazes at her lower body.

The woman snarls. "Watch where you're going, peasant! I ought to utterly destroy you, boy. I will ruin your life for- hey, are you even paying attention?!" she shrieks.

Sol's jaw slacks before reaching down to touch her tail. "Wow... is that a real tail?" he says excitedly. "That's so cool!" he exclaims like a child.

She looks at him funny before scowling. "Stop mocking me. I am Cassiopeia of the Du Couteau household and I will not hesitate to end you and your pitiful existence."

Sol hears her and sobers. "Ah, sorry bout bumpin' into ya. Wasn't paying attention, Miss Cass. I do apologize sincerely, I hope you can forgive me," he says with a small nod with his head before moving past her.

'What a strange guy,' our snakey lady thinks before shaking her head and slithering on.

That's a wrap folks. Remember to do all the good stuff if you want to read more. I love your comments you filthy bananas 3

I'll try to write a lot, usually a new chapter every 1-3 days or so. It really depends on how lazy I am, so pls dun hate bby's 3.

Bye bye.

-adrin