An Angel's thief
Chapter 4: Welcome to the League of Legends
Institute of War, postgame lobby.
''Kayle, wait up!'' Ahri yelled as she ran after the angel. ''How was your weekend? Have you heard anything from our favorite thief?'' She asked giggling, making Kayle stop dead in her tracks.
''Who?'' Kayle asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice, not even turning around to meet the Vestaya's playful eyes.
''You know who I'm talking about! Oliver, silly!'' Ahri laughed, thinking Kayle's comment was a joke.
''Oh, right… Him.'' Kayle said with venom in her words before starting to walk away again. ''He's dead to me.''
''What? You're giving up on a guy like that!? Are you crazy?'' Ahri asked, running up to angel and putting her hand on the golden shoulder armor. ''Hey! Answer me!''
''Don't! Touch me!'' Kayle hissed with anger in her voice.
''Or what? You aren't laying a finger on me.'' Ahri snapped back before calming down. ''Now tell me what happened, even if you don't want to, you know I'm just going to follow you around until you do.'' The half human said, giving the armored angel a cheeky grin.
''Fine, where to?'' Kayle asked, clearly still angry about the comment. ''I know you have something planned.'' She said, slapping Ahri's hand away from her.
''Well it's break time and I was feeling like getting some sushi, but now I think I'll just follow you around to your usual spot.'' Ahri's comment making the angel's eyes go wide. ''You have made it your usual spot ever since that weekend in Piltover right?''
''How do you know about that? No one knows about it!'' Kayle said, meeting the half Fox's cheeky grin.
''I have my ways, my dear. That and once I get interested in someone, I can be really, really quiet when following them.'' Ahri said, putting one of her fingers to her lips. ''Don't tell anyone, it's our little secret, heehee.'' She giggled.
''Very well, follow me to the restaurant.'' Kayle said before taking off into the air and flying away. ''You better not slow me down, the break is just long enough for us to take a teleporter.''
''I know that… Hey! Slow down, we don't all have wings!'' Ahri said running after the airborne angel.
~ Institute of War, teleporter room.
After running after the flying angel for ten minutes, Ahri reached the teleporters only to notice Kayle wasn't waiting on her and had probably already left for Piltover. ''Are you kidding me!?'' She yelled as she walked up to a large gray swirling portal, throwing her hands into the air out of anger.
''Where to today, Ahri?'' A young man in a purple robe asked. The robe was decorated with silver, gold and a blue gemstone on the hood, showing off his high rank as master tier summoner.
''River! Are you on portal duty again? Were you toxic again? You know Kolminye will have you removed from the ranks again if you keep it up.'' Ahri stopped in her tracks and leaned against the robed man's shoulder.
''Well you know how it goes. I'm better than most players I deal with and that really grinds my gears.'' The summoner said with a small smile. ''Now where can I send you to?''
''Piltover.'' Ahri said without a second thought. ''I know Kayle just passed through, she didn't wait for me.''
''Stalking champions again? You know, one day you're going to get one of your tails burned off or something.'' The young man said as he opened a portal to the city of progress. ''You know if you really want, I could teach you how to use portal magic… For a price.'' He said with a grin.
''I don't know River, is getting your head cut off by Thresh really worth sleeping with me in return for teaching me some lousy portal spell?'' Ahri asked with a huge grin, the comment making the summoner's face go pale.
''Heh, you're probably right. Just never forget that you're my waifu.'' He said, firing finger guns at the half human.
''You keep telling yourself that.'' Ahri said before stepping through the portal.
As Ahri stepped through the portal, she looked around to find out that she was at the Grand Piltover Station. ''Oh great, I'm already running late and now that ass decides to send me to the wrong station.'' She said facepalming before running off into the streets of the big city.
~ Devine Donuts, Piltover.
''Don't you know it's normal to wait on someone when you're going out for lunch together.'' Ahri asked as she took a seat next to the armored angel, her helmet laying on the chair next to her. The odd pair getting a lot of confused glances from other customers.
''I told you to keep up didn't I?'' Kayle said looking up from her cup of coffee.
''Very funny, but why did you start going to this place? Does it remind you of someone?'' Ahri asked with a large smile as she signaled the waitress for an iced tea.
''This place reminding me of him? No, not at all…'' Kayle said coldly. ''So what do I have to tell you so you just leave me alone?'' She asked while taking a sip of her coffee.
''Well how about you start by telling me about why me mentioning Oliver bothers you so much?!'' Ahri asked, moving one hand to cover Kayle's. ''Did something happen between you two?''
''That's exactly the problem.'' Kayle said, holding her head with one hand before letting out a loud sigh. ''He said he wanted to meet up… Four weeks ago!'' She said raising her coffee cup.
''Maybe he forgot?'' Ahri asked. ''Did you go to his home? I mean you know where he lives, right?''
''Of course, I did! He wasn't home, every time I show up he isn't home… I've been there six times already!'' Kayle explained. ''I even asked around, but no one has seen him for weeks! He must have moved on…'' Kayle said with a sad look on her face. ''I knew it was too good to be true.'' She muttered to herself.
The door to the donut store opened and two familiar faces walked in, not noticing the other two champions sitting at the counter. The two being consumed in their conversation.
''You should have seen that smug face, and the way he talked to me. Ugh, it just made me wish I could smash his face into the table.'' Vi said as she ordered a box of donuts. ''Next time we handle a thief, we're doing good cop bad cop.''
''Are you ever going to shut up about that guy? He was sent to the Institute's specialized prison after he confessed.'' Caitlyn said as she looked around the store before nudging Vi. ''Let's discuss this later, not around fellow champions.'' She whispered into Vi's ear before walking towards the exit of the store.
''Cupcake? Where are you going?'' Vi asked confused. ''You know you don't have to walk away, just because we shouldn't discuss work. C'mon Cait…'' She said, giving the sheriff a pleading look.
''You know I can't stand the smell around, I'll wait in the cruiser.'' Caitlyn said before leaving the store.
''Did you hear that? Piltover's finest arrested a thief! What if that's-'' Ahri whispered to Kayle, her sentence being interrupted by Kayle's armored hand.
''Don't be stupid, obviously, it isn't about Oliver.'' Kayle whispered back before removing her hand from Ahri's mouth.
''But what about the part involving the Institute prison? Aren't only powerful people send over there?'' Ahri asked, connecting the dots.
The revelation made Kayle's eyes go wide in surprise. As the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. ''Holy crap, Ahri you might right!'' She said shaking the half fox. ''But there's no proof that it's Oliver…''
''Leave that to me.'' Ahri said before getting up from her seat and walked over to the officer who was still waiting on her box of fresh donuts.
Ahri walked up to where to pinkette was standing and tapped her on the shoulder. ''Hi Vi!'' She said nicely, making the policewoman turn her head to face Ahri.
''Uhm… Hi?'' She asked confused as Ahri blew her 'Charm' into the officer's face. ''Ahri… you look amazing today…'' Vi said in a hypnotized voice.
''Heehee, don't I look nice?'' The nine tailed fox said, covering her mouth with her hand. ''Say sweetie would you do something for me?'' Ahri asked the still hypnotized pinkette.
''Anything for you, my pretty little fox.'' Vi said almost instantly.
''I couldn't help but overhear you and your partner talk about someone being sent to an Institute prison… Would you mind telling me who that was?'' Ahri asked, striking a seductive pose for the whole store to see.
Multiple men were staring at her as she toyed with the officer, all their eyes focused on her body as she struck pose after pose.
''I'm not allowed to say…'' Vi said, a hint of hesitation in her voice. ''But for you… Anything.'' Vi said as she got ready to spill the beans.
How does she do that? Surely she casted a spell on her but look at all the other men, they can't keep their eyes off of her… Maybe I should try to learn a couple of tricks from her.
Kayle thought as she looked at the seductress talking with the pinkette, who was eager to talk due to the magic spell cast upon her. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous at how skillful Ahri was when it came to conversation.
In the meantime Ahri had already finished getting the information from the officer and sat down next to Kayle, startling her a little. ''Yup, it's your guy.'' Ahri said as Kayle physically recoiled at how close she was getting.
''Hey, are you paying attention? I said it's Oliver who got locked up!'' Ahri said, waving her hand in front of the angel.
''I-I have to take my leave.'' Kayle said as she put on her helmet and nearly ran through the store, almost knocking over an old man's coffee with one of her wings.
''Kayle, where are you going!? You don't even know where he is!'' Ahri yelled as she chased the angel into the streets of Piltover, stopping Kayle dead in her tracks.
''Well then… Where is he!?'' She asked turning around. ''Tell me!''
''I thought you were all over him?'' Ahri asked a grin finding its way onto her face. The comment earned her a death glare from Kayle. ''Alright, alright. He's being kept at one of the Institute prisons, you know where they keep the really dangerous people.''
Without a word Kayle turned back around and started to flap her wings, taking her into the air, leaving Ahri in the middle of the Piltover streets below.
''Come back! Where are you going!? Ugh, it's no use, she's on her quest for love I suppose…'' Ahri muttered before rubbing her chin. ''Hmmm, 'Kayle's quest for love…' doesn't sound bad to me.'' She said with a grin.
''Excuse me ma'am? Could you move out of the road?'' A random driver asked as a traffic jam was starting to form.
~Unknown high-security prison facility, solitary cells. Days later.
''Get up Oliver, you got a visitor.'' The prison warden said as he opened the door to the dark room. ''Oliver?'' He asked, uncertainty in his voice as he took a step into the cell. The room was dark, almost too dark to see a thing.
The warden looked around the cell, searching for the man, being held inside. The warden turned on his flashlight and pointed it at the walls of the cell revealing dozens of papers with scribbles on them. Some of people, others of places and one of a weapon, his weapon. The Rose.
''You better get out of that bed or else…'' The warden said as he poked around in the bedsheets, revealing that he was not in his bed. ''Oliver? Where are you, you son of a-''
''Here'' I muttered, sitting in the darkest corner of the room. ''I was just drawing her… Nothing to worry about.'' I said putting down my pencil and paper.
''Give me that.'' The warden said as he took a look at the scribble of Kayle's face. ''You know this is really good. For a thief.'' The last part coming out rather harshly before giving me the paper back. ''Like I said, get up. You have a visitor.''
''I'm not having visitors over. I don't have anyone.'' I said weakly, my eyes never leaving the scribble of her beautiful eyes, the drawing would never match the beauty that her actual eyes hold but it's the only way to not forget what she looks like…
''It's official business, you don't have a choice.'' The warden said getting impatient. ''Move or I'll get my men to move you.''
''Who would come for me at a time like this? Is it really her? Did she find out?'' I thought to myself. The thought of Kayle visiting, lifting my spirit.
''No of course not, why would it be her? No one cares about you.'' A cruel voice in my head said annoyed. ''You aren't worth her time. You. Are. No one.''
''Oliver? Did you forget to take your antidepressants again?'' The warden said, nudging my motionless form with his baton as I had the conversation with myself.
''I… am fine.'' I said, making my way up from the ground, standing on my numb legs. ''I just had a debate with myself, that's all.''
''Well, that's just great to hear. Did you settle on a date for two or three voices this time? Get moving, I don't have time for this inmate!'' The warden said as he pushed me out of my dark cell.
I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the light coming from the overhead glass. It had been days since I had seen an actual ray of sunlight. Solitary prison isn't that bad after you get used to the darkness and the not knowing what time it is.
''Well, well, well.'' A voice said from behind bars. ''If it isn't the filthy rat himself.''
I looked over and saw Clark Davis, the man from my welcoming party, standing in his cell. Two casts covering almost all of his lower body with the exception of his feet.
''Good to see you're standing again.'' I said, a large grin finding its way onto my face. ''Next time you try and kill me, I'll break your arms instead.'' I promised the large man without a single hint of hostility in my voice.
''I'll snap your neck for what you did to my legs!'' He growled as he reached his hands through the bars of his holding cell, his hands coming awfully close to reaching my neck.
I dodged both his hands before grabbing a hold of them and pulling the large man towards the bars of his cell. With a loud thud his head connected with the bars of the cell as I put one of my feet against his leg, launching myself into the air and twisted both his arms with a loud,
*SNAP*
making the man fall flat on his back and scream in pain before landing back on my feet.
''Ok, ok that's enough you two, break up the fighting.'' The warden said disinterestedly as he pressed the button on his remote, activating my shock collar and making me drop to the floor, my body twitching lightly due to the power of the shocks I was receiving. ''Who the hell thought it was a good idea to take Mr. millionaire pas Davis' cell?''
A young looking guard walked up to the warden and started to whisper into his ear. The whispering making the wardens face turn from a unamused one to a dumbstruck one.
''Me? Well then… this one's on me.'' He said scratching behind his ear as the young guard stared at him with a dumb look on his face. ''What are you looking at? Go get a doctor to look at that guy's arms! Wouldn't be the first time that Oliver broke someone's arms...''
''You almost sound impressed…'' I said weakly.
''Don't flatter yourself, inmate. Just because I have a grain of respect more for you, doesn't mean I like you.'' The warden gave me a questionable look. I knew the guy didn't fully mean it. Yes, he did respect me more than other prisoners but that didn't mean that it was in a good way.
''Respect comes in many forms, like the one that blossoms out of fear.'' The cruel voice in my head said with a sinister twist to its usual rude and harsh voice.
''I'll take anything I can get at this point…'' I thought to myself as two guards helped me back to my feet. The warden barking orders as they followed him, nearing the end of the cellblock.
''Sir maybe you should tone down the shocks on that collar, this is the second time his body has given out after being shocked.'' One for the guards dragging me said to his boss.
''I ain't taking no risks after his attempt to escape.'' The warden said strictly, the way he said it made me chuckle. ''What are you laughing at?'' The warden asked, stopping dead in his tracks and pointing his baton at my face.
''Ah, you know the way you talk always cracks me up.'' I said with a smile. ''You don't have to worry about me escaping again. That was a onetime thing, I know when I'm beaten.''
''Sure you do…'' The warden said as he turned around and took a step forward. ''That's probably the reason why we have to lock you up in a solitary cell.'' He snarled as he turned around and slammed the baton into my stomach. ''Know your place, inmate.''
''Got… it…'' I huffed as the two guards began dragging me over the floor again to gods knows where.
~Unknown high-security prison facility, makeshift visitor room.
''Here he is ma'am.'' The warden said as the guards nearly threw me into an iron chair in the room. ''The man you asked to see.''
I looked up at the figure before me, the light from a lamp being pointed at me prevented me from seeing the person's face.
''We'll be outside of the room if you need anything.'' The warden said with a swift bow of his head. ''and you!'' He said turning to me, pointing his baton at my face. ''You better be polite. This lady is taking a lot of time out of her busy schedule to speak with a rat like you.''
''Thank you, warden. You are relieved of your duty.'' The person in the room said impatiently. I wasn't sure if I heard it correctly but it sounded like a certain angel, the thought igniting a spark of happiness inside of me.
''Just make sure that his arms remain bound.'' The warden said as he tossed the person the keys for my bindings. ''The small one is for the bindings around his arms, the big one is for his collar but I recommend you to not touch that.''
''I said thank you, warden. I just asked you to leave.'' The person said coldly, this time with a hint of urgency in her voice.
''Uhm, sure ma'am.'' The man said as he walked towards the room. ''Fucking rude-ass bitch.'' He swore under his breath as he left the room.
''Did you hear him, Kayle!?'' I asked surprised at the wardens comment. I took a wild guess saying her name but I have a gut feeling that it just had to be her.
''Hello Oliver.'' The person said as the lamp was moved away from my face revealing Kayle's unamused face as she scanned my face, the serious, yet unamused look on her face never changing.
''I knew it! Ha!'' I yelled through the room, a smile finding its way onto my face. ''I really missed you.'' I whispered, supporting my head with my bound hands.
''Oliver, I am here on behalf of The League of Legends.'' She said sliding over some papers, which I ignored. It had been so long since I had seen her, she hadn't changed a bit. Her eyes still held that enchanting emerald tint and her face, oh don't get me started on her pretty face. ''Oliver? Are you even listening to me?'' Kayle asked getting impatient.
''I'm trying my best to. Does that count?'' I asked her with a weak smile. My comment making her sigh.
''Do you know how much trouble I've gone through to arrange this meeting? The least you can do is listen to me!'' Kayle said tapping the papers in front of me. ''Just read the damn papers.'' Kayle said impatiently as she undid my bindings, making me able to read the paper in front of me.
I picked up the small stack of papers and took a look at them. What stood put the most was she golden 'L' surrounded by a small pool of blue mana, the symbol was enchanted with magic to make the small mana pool appear almost alive.
That wasn't the only thing that stood out, the other thing that took me by surprise was the fact that the letter seemed to be written by hand but not just any hand, it looked like my own handwriting. It must be a coincidence… I thought to myself as I started reading the letter, addressed to me.
I, Oliver DeWitt hereby pledge my life and services to the League of Legends in exchange for my freedom and the possession of my heritage and rightful belonging: The Rose of Corruption. I will continue my services as a Champion until I am either deceased or unable to uphold my agreement to this contract.
I will serve the League of Legends as a Champion of Piltover and answer her calling during times of peace or conflict. Although I serve as a Champion for my city state, I may be called upon by other nations to aid them in their conflict, only with my consent, that of a first-degree relative or that of my wife or husband is another nation allowed to summon me to fight for their cause.
If I pledge my life and services to the League of Legends, I have right to an accommodation provided by the League of Legends, located at the Institute of War. I have right to vacation, sick days and holidays, as long as these are discussed with a high summoner or High Counselor Vessaria Kolminye. And I have right to medical care provided by the League of Legends at the Institute of War by either Soraka, The Starchild or Doctor I. D.O.
By signing this contract, I, Oliver DeWitt agree to:
- Serve the Summoners of the League of Legends with respect.
- Not cause harm to any of the Summoners of the League of Legends.
- Accept summoning when stationed at the Institute of War during workdays.
- Not cause lethal harm to any of my fellow Champions.
- Avoid conflict with any other city state. (For example war.)
- Not have a relation with other Champions of the League resulting in offspring.
These agreements are the pillars for the guidelines followed by any Champion of the League of Legend, the full collection of guidelines can be requested at the Institute of War, the guidelines requested serve as the house rules of the Institute.
Failing to follow these guidelines will result in either removal of Champion status or imprisonment by the League of Legends, while still serving the League of Legends as a prisoner.
I agree to become a Champion of the League of Legends.
Signed,
…. …. ….
''Damn, this stuff is really official…'' I said breaking the awkward silence in the room.
''Like I said, Oliver. You better take this seriously.'' Kayle said, relaxing in her chair, crossing her armored legs.
''Like I'm not even allowed to have babies with you? Really?'' I asked with a large grin as Kayle's face lit up.
''OLIVER!'' She yelled while putting on her helmet, hiding her reddening face. ''WHAT DID I JUST ASK!?'' She yelled at me from the other side of the table, slamming her fists into the table out of frustration.
''I don't hear you say no, so does that mean you're still interested in me?'' I asked only to receive a cold glare from Kayle's golden helmet. ''Alright, no more joking around.'' The grin never leaving my face as I got ready to sign the paper, before noticing I had no pen to sign the contract with. ''So do I have to sign this with my blood or do I pull a feather out of one of your wings?''
''I can't believe this…'' Kayle muttered as she took a pen out of her armor. ''Here.'' She said handing me the pen.
''Dang how much space is in that armor of yours? Do you stuff your armor with stuff to make your chest look bigger or something?'' I asked as I took the pen from the angel. Although her helmet was hiding her face, I was sure that it was either going red or she was glaring daggers at me right now.
''Just… Sign the damn paper.'' Kayle said unamused as she looked away.
I looked at the paper, searching for any small details that I might have missed or anything that I might not agree with before hovering the pen over the spot for my signature. ''A-are you sure you don't want to think this over?'' Kayle suddenly asked as I was about to sign the contract.
''Oh what's that?'' I said, looking up from the paper. ''Suddenly dropping the tough girl act to show your true colors to me?'' I asked the armored angel, who's face remained hidden underneath the golden helmet.
''Becoming a champion is not a small step Oliver, it can be an exhausting job…'' Kayle explained. ''And who knows? Maybe with good behavior, they'll let you go early?''
''Kayle, I don't think you understand… I'm not exactly behaving well in here. I'm beating up a lot of people.'' I said with a serious tone in my voice. ''Not to mention that I'm slowly going crazy in here, the longer I sit here the faster I'm going to end up in an asylum.'' I explained my situation with a huff
''The Institute can sometimes be like an asylum.'' Kayle warned me.
''Eh, it can't be worse than the friends I've made here.'' I said looking at the golden helmet. ''From one asylum to another.'' I muttered as I signed the contract. ''One question, why is there three spots for signatures?''
''One for you, one for Vessaria and one for your designated Summoner.'' Kayle explained as she took the contract from me and rolled it up into a scroll. ''Now let's get you out of here.'' She moved closer to me and undid my shock collar. ''Now that my official business here is done, I can finally do this.'' Kayle said as she suddenly hugged me.
''I missed you too, and… I am so sorry for screwing up this badly.'' I said rather ashamed of myself as I patted the back of her golden armor.
''You look horrible.'' Kayle said letting go of me, a hint of worry in her voice as she inspected my face.
While taking a closer look at me she trailed an armored finger over the scar running from underneath my left eye, over my nose and underneath my right eye. ''What happened to you?'' She asked with a sad tone in her voice.
''It was my welcoming party. After taking a beating from a man called Clark Davis, they started to surround me with shanks. Turns out whoever put me in here thought it was a good idea to lock me in with my past targets.'' I said with a smile. ''Living here isn't half bad actually, I just had to avoid getting murdered for three weeks.''
''What happened after those weeks? Did they just give up?'' Kayle asked, taking a seat on the table near me.
''Nah, that's when I had beaten up most of them and the guards decided it was time to lock me up in solitary.'' I chuckling lightly. ''Oh man old hillbilly warden is going to miss me.'' I said as Kayle let out a laugh at my comment.
''He truly is something else.'' She said moving a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing. ''You know if you want to surprise him, the honors all yours.'' She said motioning to the closed door behind me.
''Oh that'll be fun!'' I said getting up from my chair. ''Kayle…''
''Hmmm?''
''Thank you, for saving me from this place.'' I said with a smile as I turned to open the door.
I carefully opened the door, earning confused glances from the guards waiting at the door. ''Say do any of you know where I can find Mr. Warden loudmouth?''
''I see you've found your sense of humor agai- WHO TOOK OFF HIS COLLAR!?'' The warden yelled as he took out his gun and pointed it at me. ''Oliver… I know you're probably mad at me for some things that I said but no hard feelings, right? You're just going to walk back into your cell right? Don't forget I got you that cookie one time.'' He began blabbering as he slowly walked away from me, his gun still pointed at me.
''It was oatmeal raisin though.'' I said with a large smile.
''WHAT ARE YOU WAITING ON!? SOUND THE ALARM!'' The warden began to yell at his fellow guards.
''No need for that, I'm already free to go.'' I said calmly as Kayle walked up next to me.
''Oh thank god, ma'am please either kill him or atleast restrain him.'' The warden said as more and more guards started to pile up.
''Warden, please calm down. I'm taking Oliver here with me to the Institute of War.'' Kayle said calmly as she handed the panicking man his keys back. ''Where are his personal belongings stored?''
''Wait what!?'' The warden asked as he put away his gun. ''The-They offered you a job!?''
''Kaaaayle, you said I got to have my fun…'' I said pouting. The pout earned me a cold glare from underneath her helmet. ''Ok, got it. Shut up Oliver.''
''Yes warden, now please point us towards his belongings.'' Kayle said in her cold voice again. ''If you want I have his release forms right here, signed by Vessaria Kolminye, High Counselor of the League of Legends.'' She said pulling out the release forms from inside her armor.
Damn, she really has to be flat chested to pull that much stuff out of her armor…
''Sure… Follow me.'' The warden said annoyed after reading the release forms and the contract I signed. ''Those look pretty official to me.'' The warden said as he walked pass us and brushed my shoulder.
~ Unknown high-security prison facility, entrance.
''Here you are, your stuff.'' The warden said through gritted teeth as he handed me a box with stuff. ''If you don't mind I'm going to take my leave now, I have a prison to run.'' The warden said as he quickly walked off, back the way he came from.
''Aw don't cry. I'll be sure to visit! And tell Clark, I said bye!'' I said waving at the large man as he walked back into the prison.
My fun was over quickly as Kayle cleared her throat, signaling me to hurry up so we could leave.
''I get it, I get it, I need to get dressed so we can leave…'' I said, looking into the container with some of my regular clothes stored inside. ''Wait a minute, this isn't what I was wearing when I was taking in!'' I yelled as I pulled out my regular clothes.
''Just go into the bathroom over there and change so we can go.'' Kayle said, impatiently tapping her armored feet on the floor.
''I'm on it!'' I said as I took the box filled with clothes into the bathroom and started to take off my orange prison suit.
Inside the container was my favorite pair of fancy black shoes, a nice pair of jeans, a white shirt with a tie and a fancy gray vest to go with it, plus a black overcoat. I frowned for a moment as I looked at myself with the clothes on. These specific clothes were the ones I picked for the date I would have had with Kayle.
''It could have been such a nice evening… Dammit Oliver, you had one job!'' I mentally scolded myself as the cruel voice began to chuckle. ''What are you laughing at?''
''The way you degrade yourself. It brings me pleasure to see you're doing my job for me.'' It said as I fixed the buttons of the vest and the overcoat.
''And what might your job be exactly?'' I asked disinterestedly as I already knew the answer.
''To drive you mad of course.'' The cruel voice said with another chuckle
''Whatever'' I muttered as I looked at myself in the small bathroom mirror before making my way outside. ''Well? How do I look?'' I asked Kayle who was waiting on me.
''Surprisingly good, although the clothes seem a bit big don't you think?'' She said, making her way over to me. ''You really need to take better care of yourself because if these clothes used to be the right size, you lost a lot of weight.'' She said while fixing the collar of the white shirt.
''Just a tad bit hard to stay the same weight when you have to beat up at least two guys every day to get your dinner…'' I said with a sigh. ''Okay, enough prison talk, what are we going to do once we get to the Institute of War?''
''Well High Counselor Kolminye is waiting to speak with you, but why don't we stop by my room first so you can clean yourself up, you smell horrible.'' Kayle explained as we made our way out of the prison.
I squinted my eyes at the harsh light of the sun nearly blinded me. The heat was immense as I immediately took off my overcoat due to the warmth. I looked around confused, trying to figure out where the hell I was, cause clearly; I wasn't in Piltover anymore.
''We're in Shurima.'' Kayle said, the heat clearly not bugging her as she walked through the crowds of people. ''In case you were wondering.'' She said turning around to face me. ''Now hurry up! We got a teleporter to catch!''
~ Institute of War, High Counselor's office.
After being left alone for thirty minutes in Kayle's room at the Institute to freshen up after being imprisoned for over a month, Kayle took me to the High Counselors office. Sadly a place I was all too familiar with.
I gulped loudly, looking up at the large double doors to the High Counselors office. Mentally preparing myself for the conversation I was going to have with the High Counselor as Kayle slammed her fist into one of the large doors a couple of times.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
''Come in Kayle.'' A female voice said as the door to the office opened and the guards stationed next to the doors moved aside their long halberds, letting the angel walk into the office.
I tried to follow but directly after Kayle walked into the office, the doors slammed shut in my face and the guards crossed their weapons, blocking me from entering.
''Okay… I'll just… Wait over here I guess.'' I awkwardly turned my back to the guards, both of them giving me a cold look.
I tried to listen to the sounds coming from the High Counselors office but all I could make out was muffled talking and laughs, making me even more worried about my situation.
The large double doors to the office opened for me as the voice that called Kayle inside now addressed me. ''Mr. DeWitt, would you be so kind and please join us?'' The voice kindly asked as the guards moved their halberds aside.
''Uhm… Sure.'' I hesitantly walked into the office, the closing of the large double doors behind me startling me a bit as I quickly made my way further into the room.
To the left were giant bookcases filled with books of various sizes and origins, two giant chairs decorated with velvet cushions and a coffee table next to the bookcases. I passed a large ladder on wheels in between the bookcases. Probably meant for the High Counselor when she wants a specific book…
To the right was a special contraption surrounded by a table and chairs. The contraption held a globe in its place, a ton of colored flags sticking out of the globe. The table was filled with old and new documents, some of it looked like charts. Maybe she's looking into charting all of Runeterra. I mean the League has explorers too right?
''Mr. DeWitt, what a pleasure to see you finally reconsidered my contract.'' A middle age woman with brown hair said as she made her way over to me, her hand extended towards me.
''Vessaria Kolminye, the pleasure is all mine.'' I said with a hint of nervousness in my voice while shaking her hand. ''And please, call me Oliver. After all I am at your service from today.'' I said with a small bow of my head.
''Not quite yet Mr. DeWitt… Er… sorry. Oliver.'' She said letting go of my hand as she turned her back to me, her white and purple robe twirling as she did. ''Come sit.'' She motioned to one of the chairs in front of her desk before she herself sat down behind the desk, moving some papers and a blue orb out of the way.
''I already signed the contract Miss Kolminye.'' I said taking a seat in the chair. ''Does that not make me a Champion of the League?'' I asked.
''No, Oliver. I'll fill you in on it as soon as Kayle has left the room.'' Kolminye said as she motioned to the large double doors which opened almost directly afterward. ''Kayle if you wouldn't mind.''
''Of course not High Counselor.'' Kayle said with a swift bow before she removed herself from the room by flying through the open doors, leaving Kolminye and me alone.
''Now Oliver, about your status as Champion.'' Kolminye said relaxing in her chair. ''There is a trail period you're going to have to go through, are you aware of this?'' She asked, her gaze never leaving me.
''Uhm, not really. Please do tell me more.'' I said thinking of how Champions were being sold as merchandise, the idea bringing a frown to my face.
''Every person that wishes to join the League as a Champion has to go through a testing phase. The summoners from Earth call it the 'PBE', a special environment where various changes are made to new and old Champions before they are allowed to be summoned by anyone.'' Kolminye explained.
''But what does that have to do with my Champion status?'' I asked confused. ''I get the whole trail period but wouldn't that make me a Champion?''
''Technically yes, but the biggest problem right now is your lack of a weapon.'' Kolminye chuckled. ''You felt it right? It's presence?'' She asked, the atmosphere in the room changing suddenly.
''You mean the voice I keep hearing in my head?'' I asked her, raising an eyebrow.
''Yes, it has gotten worse hasn't it?'' Kolminye asked with a grim smile on her face.
''Y-yes.'' I admitted ashamedly. ''I won't be long before I can't keep it under control anymore.''
''Fear not, someone is already on her way to take you to the vault and reunite you with your weapon.'' She explained. ''But until then, shall I explain what you are going to do for the rest of today?''
''Please do.'' I said sighing.
''The Summoners of the League are hungry for a new champion, and your timing couldn't have been more perfect. I am in quite the hurry to get your trail period started.'' Kolminye said with a smile. ''Today we will perform an old ritual known as a Champion Judgement, normally things would be different but like I said I am in a hurry.''
''So… A Judgement? What's that?'' I asked getting more and more confused by the second.
''It will be the first time you will be connected to a Summoner. It might seem a bit intense at first but-''
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
The large doors to the office flew open as a young woman stumbled in, nearly tripping over her dark green robe as she made her way into the office.
''H-H-High Counse-l-l-lor Kolminye! Y-you asked for me?!'' The young woman said nervously as she recomposed herself and bowed atl east five times. These are the people who are going to summon me? Klutzes like her? Oh, gods…
''Ah Summoner Rose you are earlier than I expected.'' Kolminye said with a hint of irritation in her voice while holding her head with one hand. ''Yes, I want you to take Mr. DeWitt down into the Institute's vault and hand him item 6893.''
''The R-R-Rose!? Ma'am a-a-are you sure!?'' The young woman asked.
''Yes Summoner, that one. Now go.'' She motioned the Summoner to leave. ''Oliver, Summoner Rose here will bring you to the Hall of Judgement after you've retrieved your weapon, we will start with the Judgement once we meet there.''
''Thank you, High Counselor.'' I thanked and got up from my chair, making my way over to the small form of the Summoner.
''C-c-come with me s-s-sir.'' The Summoner stuttered as she walked towards the large double doors of the office.
''And Oliver.'' Kolminye said as we were about to leave the office. ''Welcome to the League of Legends.''
YOOOOOOOOOO my peeps how's it going? Emerald here, comin at you with a new chapter of An Angel's Thief! It has been a while hasn't it? You know what? Don't remind me! I'm on vacation right now. I think I warned somewhere that if you were expecting Oliver to escape that you would be disappointed… It was never my intention to give anyone that idea, sorry. I just needed a way to get him involved with the thing that he hates the most.
Just like always I'll make sure to go fishing for typo's and mistakes that I didn't intend to make. There's always a ton that get through, no matter how hard I try… And who knows? Maybe I'll add some more stuff. Anyway sorry for the long wait, jetlag has slowed me down by a mile but I'll try to catch back up in the upcoming weeks or whenever I get back home, promise!
Soooo… Like I said, Oliver was never going to get out of prison on his own, thank goodness for the League having interest in his abilities. The Rose is still tainting his mind and he needs to cleanse himself sooner or later. Next time he'll be reunited with his beloved weapon, he'll have to go through a Champion Judgement and some more stuff! Probably getting acquainted with this clumsy Summoner ;)
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