Chapter 3: A Charmed Life
You curse loudly.
That is not common. But you did not think about whether it was common or not for you to say 'What the fuck' while you shook your fist at High Summoner Dixie and demanded your room back right that instant, lest she provoke your womanly ire and cause you to descend on seven generations of her family with pitchfork and torch.
She silenced you and effectively ended your tirade with a temporary hex and rooted you as she walked off, leaving you to fume as you stare at the wreck that was once your quarters. Irelia poked her head out from a door furtherdown the hallway, gave you a sympathetic glance, and ducked back into her own room.
Other than that, all in the Ionian wing was silent and ignorant of your plight.
Seriously, fuck Kled. Fuck Skaarl. Fuck them and their wanton destructive tendencies.
You sigh and turn away from the ruins as the root wears off at last, and begin to study the scroll Dixie stuck into your tunic when you were still.
Until new quarters were established, you would have to be housed with another champion. Housing was done systematically and alphabetically, as is only fitting for an esteemed organisation like the League , so naturally you were started with the first letter on the list; A.
Ah. Fuck.
No way you were going to bunk with Aatrox. Oh no. You shake your head. Not going to happen. Furthermore, Summoners were encouraged to live with Champions from their homeland whenever possible. Less paperwork that way, they said.
Lucky you. You just happened to remember that Akali was on this list, and of course she was Ionian.
You smile as your eyes move onto the next name, and you guts drop to the floor.
Her name started with an A.
She was an assassin.
And she was Ionian, alright.
Just what did you do in your previous lives to have to bunk with Ahri the Nine-Tailed-Fox?
You groan as you turn and began trudging towards the start of the hallway. All your possessions were destroyed. You only had the clothes on your back.
Before you could knock, the door was flung wide open and a pink mist flew at your face.
'What the-!'
She catches you as you fall forward, drags you into her room, and locks the door.
Emi sits opposite Caitlyn as they appraise Vi playing with a kitten, a cup of tea in their hands, pinkie out, eyes narrowed, breathing in and out very aristocratically.
'Young one', the Sheriff says, 'I sense a disturbance in the Force.'
'Here', the raven-haired Summoner reaches and get one, before bringing it to her favorite AD Carry's lips, 'have a cookie!'