(Garen - PoV)
Politics. I hate politics.
But, if it helps fix the world? So be it. And I trust Swain to know a lot more about these things than I do.
So here we are.
Lux and I are walking through the cobbled streets of Noxus to...
I sigh.
To do an interview with a League reporter.
Technically, the interview should not happen, not with what we have planned, but I expect it to end up rescheduled for the future. Not fun.
Lux's wings are in full display, catching the crowd's attention. Thankfully no one is as stupid as yesterday. With my current mood I would not be so generous as to merely leave them unconscious.
Kat is not with us, something about sending the wrong messages. I don't know, but I don't like it. I already feel bad enough with her getting left out of our little Stand Together! moment yesterday. She seemed fine with it but I know she can hide stuff from me when she wants to.
We enter the darkened stone building with no problems, the guards easily recognizing us, and ascend a rune covered lift to a rooftop garden above.
Swain set the interview up in a Noxian administrative building of some sort. I...can't say I honestly have any idea what they do here. Taxes? Do governments do other things?
"Champion Garen!" the reporter greets me.
"Outer Watcher," I nod, shaking his hand. "It is good to see you again."
Not really, but best to be polite. And it's not really a personal thing, he is ok I guess.
"Come come, we have everything all set up."
There is some poking, prodding, and fiddling, but eventually, we are situated, with Lux only almost frying one apprentice Summoner, who does manage to get away with her limbs mostly intact.
No one bats an eye at the near maiming. I don't understand Summoners.
The camera counts down. 3, 2, 1, go!
"And this is Outer Watcher here in Noxus with the sibling duo recently hitting the headlines, Garen and Luxanna Crownguard!
I must say I did not expect to one day be interviewing Crownguards in Noxus, much less the famed Might of Demacia! What do you say Garen?"
I blink. The fast-paced interview shit was never my style, I can never keep up.
"Uh,"
"Are we scheduled for company?" Lux asks, looking outwards.
Everyone follows her gaze, seeing a figure rapidly growing closer.
I stand slowly and reach for my sword, positioning myself between Lux and the rapidly closing figure.
Morgana drops from the sky before us (in perfect view of the camera) slowly rising up and flaring her wings out behind her, magic flaring around her.
She has quite the talent for theatrics.
"Luxanna..." she faux whispers, her eyes focused on my sister...and her wings.
Lux stares right back...fortunately at her wings, not her tits.
"Morgana?" I question her with a cocked head, neither drawing my sword nor removing my hand from the hilt.
She blinks, seemingly noticing me for the first time.
"...And Garen. Yes...I saw the recent...announcement...and I couldn't believe it...after so long...how...appropriate..."
"...feeling a little out of the loop here Morgana." I reply.
She blinks again. "Yes...yes, of course. She settles down a bit more. "I...it's been so long...since my sister left, left me alone with Demacia as the city burned."
Tears are much easier when not faked. Damn I hate that...
"When I saw Lux during the announcement...I couldn't resist...It has been so long since I saw another angel..." she near whispers.
Outer Watcher was all but vibrating outside the camera's view, now he begins doing little hops up and down in his excitement.
I turn my head to glance at Lux, before looking back to Morgana.
"I...see? Perhaps this should be taken to a more...private venue?" I ask, glancing towards the camera.
Morgana looks in their direction, seemingly noticing the setup for the first time. I try not to notice the heartbreak on the Summoner's face.
"...Yes, yes that may be for the best."
I step towards the crew.
"Sorry everyone, it appears that, well, something has come up. Can we get a rain check?"
Lux and Morgana carefully approach each other in the background.
(Swain - PoV)
Perfect.
Truly, these two are the gift that just keeps on giving. My plans for them have barely even started and somehow they are still providing success after success.
At this point we may not even need Darius's armies. Demacia will tear itself apart as we open up every festering wound for the world to see.
I cannot help it.
The room fills with the screeching, echoing laughter of a thousand ravens.
(Albert Laurent, Demacian Noble Duelist and Treasurer - PoV)
"You are out of your mind. Her? Really?" the hooded figure objects.
"Can you do it or not?" I demand.
Ugh, you are an assassin. This is literally your job, what you are paid for.
He is silent for a long moment, long enough I am about to just leave. Gods, and he is supposed to be a professional.
"I want full pay. To look into it, not to do it. If it can't be done? If she's too hard a target? I keep it and walk. If it is doable I want ten times our usual rate."
What!?
"Insanity. What kind of nonsense is that?!"
"Listen you noble shit, you aren't asking me to kill some usual pisspot. She may not be a Champion but she can play almost at their level. The usual methods won't work on her. You want this done and done right? It will cost you and cost you big. You are welcome to walk away if you don' like it, go hire some generic thugs. If by some miracle they do kill her it will be obvious it was a job. You actually want it done? And any chance of it not looking like a hit? Pay up."
He makes a grabbing motion with his hand. I can't see his smile but I can picture it.
Dirty bloody common filth...
Grimacing, I reluctantly hand over the bag of gold, and we go our separate ways.
I hate to part with it, and so very, very much more soon, but that damned bitch has been nosing around business she has no place looking into.
I doubt one as thickheaded as her could put the pieces together, but I have not have gotten as far as I have by taking chances like that.
No, she must be dealt with, just in case.