Lux carefully takes the piece of apple pie. Janna gives her a quick wink before biting into her slice of carrot cake. Pieces of crust break off as she starts to eat as fast as possible. According to Janna's half baked revenge plot, Lux has maybe three minutes to eat as much dessert as possible. Carefully she eases spells into the flooring. Not a complex spell, really. Just a reserval on a standard bleach spell. The janitors are in for a nasty surprise when they try to use anything to chemical based remove the sugar off this floor! Tragically all hextech and magical base cleaners have vanished. Every mess created after this one? Has to scrubbed off by hand with plain tap water.
"Lux! Good to see you. Here, have a cupcake!" Lulu yells out gleefully. A perfect chocolate swirls through the air in her direction.
"Thank you," Lux replies back as she drops the last bites of her pie on the floor.
As she fails to save her wayward pie, Lulu's cupcake sails past her shoulder. Annie soons find herself covered in chocolate frosting, sprinkles, and cupcake. A fraction of silence follows as all informed parties arm themselves with the stickiest desserts on the menu.
"Food fight!" Is the battle cry of all female champions, just as planned.
Chaos erupts as food is thrown around. All males on the known black list for buying pantie shot photos go down first. More than one actually yells in pain. Not everyone plays fair! Akali is putting shuriken in her projectiles. At least, Lux suspects that it is a ninja who is putting in sharp edges. Splat! Moist cake hits her below just her pants line. Lulu gives her a sly smile before running off for her next target. Pesky yordles have a height advantage! Enough fooling around, time to actually make a serious mess.
One hand scoops up some of her remaining pie off the floor. Lux spots a good target, and takes aim. Thack! Splatters of apple pie slide down Garen's armor. Damn, her aim is off! She'd wanted to hit her brother on the head. Smack! Something she suspects might be tomato based hits her on the shoulder. Cheaters! That isn't a dessert! Janna hands her a coconut flan, and the battle resumes. Too soon ammunition is out. Laughter spreads from champion to champion. Suddenly a loud crash is heard, door flying apart at the hinges. Jarvan, in full battle armor, is heading her way. Several of his leading officers follow behind him.
"This is your last insult traitor! I graciously gave you the chance to retreat all those months ago. You return to this hallowed ground mocking its very principles. Your stain on Demacian honor ends now!" Jarvan screams, eyes blazing at her seconds before he leaps at her, weapon bared.
"No!" Darius snarls from her right leaping to intercept Jarvan.
CLANG! Sparks fly as his axe grinds against Jarvan's spear. Unable to bear the brunt of Darius' counter attack, Jarvan steps back a few steps. An all too familiar whirring sound emits into the room. Draven strides in, both axes swirling. Backup! Lux flicks her gaze from Jarvan to Darius. Both men have been having a rough time recently. Jarvan has bags under his eyes, and a desperate glint seems to dance in them. Only two Demacian champions are giving their prince backup; Xin Zhao and Shyvana. Garen, thankfully, seems to have found something interesting to do elsewhere.
"Draven will give you his thanks, little Demacian prince," Draven replies lazily a wicked spark in his emerald gaze.
"What for you…" Jarvan snarls, taking another strategic step backwards.
"Things have been frightfully dull without war. Simply executing the everyday criminal is becoming boring. Thanks to you, war will return! Draven can return to the extraordinary shows of killing Prisoners of War," Draven replies smirk growing wider as gasps break out.
"He's right, Demacian. My wife has done nothing wrong. You attacked her without provocation on neutral ground. If you get on your knees and beg her nicely, I might consider a pardon." Darius answers a wicked grin on his face.
Things are spiraling out of control very quickly. Lux looks around the room, trying to assess who is friend, foe, and neutral. There are a lot of Noxian champions in the room. Still no additional backup from Demacian forces. Jarvan is very outnumbered, and Lux wonders where in the hell the remaining Demacian allies are.
"Let it be known that on this day in history, Demacia unjustly started a war!" Draven bellows out, as one axe stops spinning. He aims it directly at Jarvan, who is growing very red.
"Our nations were at peace. A treaty of nonviolence you signed, Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth! You agreed on your nation's honor, to abide by the rules of this place. What happens? One of your most awarded nobility does something you don't like! Ladies and Gentlemen, look before you a the true nature of Demacia! They're only just when it suits them. Luxanna Crownguard fell in love with my brother. Nothing wrong there! She willingly came to our nation. Despite my hopes, she never once betrayed any Demacian secrets. And how do her own people react? They try to kill her because it makes them look bad," Draven exclaims, shouting each word with flair. Someone, somewhere, shines a magical spotlight on him. Everyone looks at him mesmerized by his speech.
"Let's not start a war now. Please," Lux whispers, one of her hands reaching out mid air. She isn't prepared for battle now! She can't provide backup like this. What feels like a giant chasm is opening beneath her feet. Things are changing so quickly! How can she plan for something like this?! What the hell is Draven thinking, saying stuff like that! He will really ignite a war!
"Shall we go home?" Darius inquires without looking at her. His green gaze never leaves Jarvans. Lux's jaw drops. Although he isn't looking at her, Darius offers her his free hand to take.
"You're not going anywhere!" Jarvan snarls, recovering from the unexpected limelight.
"Yes. Let's go home." Lux answers at the same time, as she puts her hand in Darius'. His large hand gently squeezes hers. He doesn't let go of her hand, yet he doesn't drag her by it either. As she moves up by his side, she enjoys the feeling of his skin on hers. They haven't held hands before like this in public. A protective ring of Noxians form a guard around her and Darius. Tension is thick around them. Lux tenses, waiting for the battle to break out. This is last time she lets Janna make plans!