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Chapter 9: When we became friends? A declaration of conflict.
The voice with an accent had spoken; the accent was totally recognizable for him.
–"So…Do you need anything Fiora?"
The duelist laughed trying to hold her façade of being angry, Rosark had been scared that Fiora was angry, but she seemed to be happy, that helped him relax and he noticed how she was holding a piece of paper on her hand, now more relaxed he actually got the color back on his face and spoke more secure.
–"What are you holding?"
Fiora eyes opened a bit in revelation that she had just remembered what the reason of looking for him was. For a moment doubt seemed to pass through the eyes of the duelist who would often clash her blade against the strongest of opponents, even Jax had a rough time fighting the duelist.
–"Oh…Well I was hoping you would come to my art exhibit, and I hoped you would come."
She gave him the piece of paper that was an invitation, it seemed bit crushed, and maybe she had doubted it was a good idea. Both Fiora and he had a rough time long ago after a discussion from a match, they had won but Fiora had insisted that calling the jungler was cheating in a honorable duel.
–"Oh, sure" Rosark smiled and Fiora seemed to relax a bit at the fact he had smiled, she breathed a bit seeming to get back the security of the fierce duelist inside her.
–"You can bring a friend with you if you wish, the exhibit will be at the night in the gallery of the town, no way you can miss it"
Fiora left walking proudly and he noticed that this means he wouldn't be able to get the rest he wanted, but he be damned if he missed the exhibit, she had taken the risk of inviting him, he was left in thought for a moment thinking, sometimes is better to actually be in a fight that be in the misunderstanding of not knowing if you and the other person are still in a fight.
He was going to check the invitation once again when he noticed it had been taken away from his hand, he hadn't really felt the moment it had been taken away, it didn't took long to find the guilty, Jinx was playing around with the invitation.
–"So, do I need formal clothes for this thing?" Jinx smiled while playing with the invitation observing the little drawing of Fiora blade at the bottom. –"Does she actually makes art? I never thought the duelist to be one for art, mine is better, it should be in an exhibit"
Rosark chuckled at this –"The moment your art doesn't blow up in pieces people will appreciate it" Jinx frowned a bit before answering –"But that is the best part! Is a huge explosion of art!"
Before the conversation could keep going Graves was walking around in his usual coat, his huge shotgun in his arm. –"Oh, I see you will be taking Jinx with you tonight then?" Before Rosark could actually anything Jinx linked her arm to his answering for him –"Me and the oldie are friends so we will be going together"
At this point he didn't care being called old; they had the right to do it if they felt like it. –"Oh that's great, I hope you keep a good eye on her old man" Graves smirked at the comment he made and left. Before he could say anything to him Jinx got in front of him –"So, do I need formal clothes?" Rosark looked at her and thought her attire might not be the best, most considering it was Fiora exhibit.
–"Yeah you will need something formal" Before he could continue the Loose Cannon was gone, so he just left to look for something and thought since when had he and the Loose Cannon become so friendly, at least to not be seen as a target.
As he was walking through the halls of the institute he walked to his favorite place, the garden. Silent as at those times, he just let himself on the floor when he heard gears moving. He already knew who was coming, she had been coming way too much lately.
–"What do you want Orianna" he changed his position to be sit and look at her, she had the unreadable face she so much hold all the time, that unreadable expression that never betray her thoughts. –"I want you to know what is going to happen"
That didn't sound well, at all. –"What do you mean Orianna?" Orianna seemed to smile even if just for a moment –"You will be expelled from the league, no longer a summoner, you will lose the benefits that come for wearing the robe. You will be the first of the glorious evolution"
Glorious evolution? Hadn't he heard that one before…Viktor.
–"Since when have you been so friendly with Viktor crazy ideas of the glorious evolution, last time I checked you guys weren't friends." Orianna seemed for a moment angered. –"Don't speak of him like that, he is the future, the others don't know it yet." Rosark didn't liked the idea of Orianna supporting this, nor he liked the idea of being part on Viktor crazy glorious evolution scheme.
–"I don't know what's up Orianna, but I'm sorry to tell you I'm not going to get out of the League, not yet." Orianna seemed like she was about to send the ball to attack as this one seemed to get ready, maybe that would have been the case had she not been surrounded by a wall of arcane magic.
–"I don't think I need to tell you attacking a summoner, even one on trial to be kicked out is forbidden." Ryze had snared Orianna on place devoiding her to move or attack. –"I suggest you leave summoner, I will let her our once you go away" Rosark nodded but not before hearing Orianna words –"This is not over summoner, its just about to start."
The conflict has been announced! Orianna war declaration against Rosark has been done, what does Viktor has to do with this? What will happen in the art exhibit? Will Jinx behave?! Get ready for next chapter tomorrow! Chapter 10: The Art of the duelist blade.