Diana stood triumphantly in front of a defeated Leona, considering what she should do next. "Okay, so here's the plan," she said, "Leona, did you sneak into the Summoner's bedroom last night and steal the clipboard Caitlyn and Vi sent them?" Leona nodded. "Good. Give me it." Leona handed the Lunari the clipboard, grimacing at the crime she had committed. "We'll give it back, once I've copied all of these-" Diana broke off.
"What is it?" Leona gasped, forgetting about the bet she made with Diana, "What is it?! Tell me!"
"Look at this! Today! In about 5 hours from now!" Diana cried, pointing to the next in line after Riven, Yasuo, and Master Yi.
"It can't be!" Leona covered her mouth with two cupped hands, "No way!"
The two women turned to the wall, where a faint shadow could be seen, crossing their arms.
"Tangy? It's your time to shine."
A lanky man was sprawled on the couch with little sense of elegance and formality. He was on his black phone, a smirk spread across his face. "Ah, what fun they had," he chuckled, his voice quite deep and taunting, "Sometimes I wish I were there..."
Twisted Fate switched to the Runeterra Chat, where he logged onto the Bilgewater Chat Room, seeing that everyone in Bilgewater was there, including some he didn't expect to have a phone.
[Luckycard55 has joined the room]
TentacleHentai: Look. I realize that this has been going on for I don't know how long, but it has to stop.
TheParlyGang: never, tenty, cuz ill b the one sending u off 2 the plan
MissyBeautiful: Please, Parly, refrain from using such horrible text talk.
TheParlyGang: Isn't that the new beer these days? Jeez. Can't get enough of the good whiskey.
SmokinGuns: News flash: These days you can't get good whiskey.
Luckycard55: Woah, the whole gang here?
TentacleHentai: Ariel and FishnBurst aren't here. So isn't UnderwaterFishTank... I haven't seen them around yet...
TheParlyGang: Great. Now you're here...
MissyBeautiful: Come on. We all came on for a reason, right? To discuss the thing.
SmokinGuns: Ah. The thing.
Luckycard55: What thing...?
MissyBeautiful: You haven't heard of it yet? You should, of all people.
TentacleHentai: Us Bilgewater people are quite... Interested in that thing. Especially Parly and Missy here.
TheParlyGang: What?! Totally not, LOL.
MissyBeautiful: Do you realize what the pun you made?
SmokinGuns: The pun
Luckycard55: AHAH! LOL! What a champion!
SmokinGuns: STOP WITH THE PUNS (caps lock was intended)
MissyBeautiful: Aight, aight. Here, Lucky, I'll send you the pic.
[MissyBeautiful has send a photo]
Luckycard55: OH GOD NO. IVE ALREADY SEEN THIS SO MANY TIMES.
SmokinGuns: WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT?!
Luckycard55: NOT MINE, OBVIOUSLY YOURS YOU STUPID SMOKE OBSESSED ALCOHOLIC FREAK!
SmokinGuns: HAH! YOU JUST DESCRIBED YOURSELF, MORON!
Luckycard55: You know what? I'm logging off. I have voidling duty.
[Luckycard55 has left the room]
Twisted Fate threw down his phone in outrage. 'Stupid Summoners! Stupid ships!' he whined in his head, 'Why did I ever consider participating in the Bilgewater Event?!' He buried his face in his hands.
Out of nowhere, an object slammed into his head, knocking the card shark off his position on the sofa and sprawling on the ground. "What the hell was that-" Twisted Fate yelled in fury, realizing it was just his own phone with the cover barely cracked. He examined the device, scratching his head in wonder as to how it came to collision with his head.
"Next time I'll aim for where the sun don't shine," a gruff yet familiar voice growled, "Next time ya start screamin' insults at me online, I'll be callin' the cops."
Grimacing, Twisted Fate stood up, glaring with his cyan eyes at his nemesis- no, ally, Malcolm Graves. "Ya don't not have to throw it a' my head," he muttered, "There's nothin' more infuriatin' than seein' someone then they throw a phone at your head."
"I ain't apologizin' and I ain't gonna guarantee tha' I won't do this next time," Graves grumbled, plopping down on a violet colored arm chair. He lit a cigar, taking a long sip from it and letting a puff of smoke billow up to the ceiling.
"Didn't they warn ya that if ye smoke inside, they'll confiscate it?"
"Didn't I warn ya that if I smoke, I don't care?"
Twisted Fate was quiet at this. "Good point," he muttered, before sitting back down on the sofa. He planted his hat over his cyan colored eyes, staring into the darkness of his hat.
Suddenly, a large fist drove itself into his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. "What the hell was that for?" Twisted Fate yelled, slapping his attacker in the face. It was only Graves, who rubbed his sore cheek in response.
"It felt appropriate at the time," Graves shrugged, "You were always a cheeky snob." He stood up and let a puff of smoke escape into the air. A few voidlings scurried away, with something dangling from their mouth. "Hey!" he cried, "Those're my cigars!" He ran after them, leaving a Twisted Fate laughing behind their backs.
Fate stood up and followed, but before he entered the hallway, he noticed an exclamation point above his head. "Rengar!" He screamed, whipping out a gold card and throwing it randomly before running away, the same direction Graves ran off in.
Twisted Fate reached a room and plopped down, breathing heavily. He noticed the room was the neatest and cleanest of all rooms in the mansion. A false wall was left open, and all he could see beyond it was darkness. So he decided not to go past, being the scaredy cat he was. Looking around the very neat desk, he rummaged through the drawers of papers and doodles before finding a picture.
t was very torn up but not exactly old. Twisted Fate noticed it was a picture of Malzahar smiling. The quality was excellent, but the person standing next to the prophet was not recognizable, since the picture had been torn up viciously. 'Hm,' thought the Card Master, relaxing into a grey and purple sofa, opening up an interesting looking book.
"Malzahar's Journal, hm?" But it was empty. Sighing, he set it back down, before opening the door to look around, checking the empty hallways. A thump ended the silence, and a burly shape was seen at the end of the hallway.
Yelling in terror, thinking it was still Rengar, Twisted Fate turned and ran the other way, feet thudding against the creaky floorboards. He turned his head to see if the figure was still chasing him. It was. He increased his speed, and began to sprint now.
"Stop!" Fate heard Graves' voice and skidded to a halt, but he tripped on his pointy shoes and fell, twisting his ankle, falling on the floor.
"Oi, you don' have to break an ankle for me," Malcolm Graves crouched down, raising a bushy eyebrow, "Can ye stand? 'Cause I ain't carryin' ye."
Twisted Fate rolled his eyes, "'Course I can stand," he said sarcastically, "My ankle's twisted. Of course I can stand. Now help me up, ye big lump of useless crap!"
Graves huffed and picked him up with both arms in a princess carry. "Yer really... Heavy," he grumbled, shifting his arms and heading down to the living room, footsteps heavy on the planks of wood.
"'Course I am," Fate muttered, "I'm a grown man. And... There's a lot of coins..." He reached into his coat pocket and brought out a few bags of heavy gold coins. It jingled with the metallic sound the coins made.
"Gimme that," Graves reached for the bag with one hand, and forgot he was carrying Fate. He let out a surprised bellow as his arm gave away under Fate's heavy weight, but surprisingly, the card shark managed to grab onto the Outlaw's burly neck and clung on tightly.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Graves shouted, nearly tripping on the stairs. He clutched Fate's back tightly to not let the other man fall, and finally, reached the living room and dropped him down on a sofa harshly.
"Oi!" Twisted Fate yelled with pain as his ankle hit the edge of the sofa. "Ye can drop me, but lighter next time!" He grimaced as it began to throb.
Graves rolled his eyes with sarcasm, and sat down on the other sofa. "Can I say somethin'?" He asked after a moment of silence. Fate could have sworn he heard an excited squeal and a few people shushing them. But he decided to ignore it.
"Go ahead, hotshot," he replied.
Graves took a deep breath before continuing, "Ye know the Bilgewater event? I never gotta tell ye this... But... Well... I'm... Er, glad ye came to rescue me." He looked awkward and was looking around rapidly, "Even though I had to go rescue ye anyway."
"True," Twisted Fate wasn't as awkward as him. He didn't say anything afterwards and let a long silence stretch out.
"Just kiss and make out already!" came an impatient voice. The two men froze, and turned to look at the stranger. Female. She had dark blue skin and clawed fingers, and she kept on becoming invisible once in a while, but stayed mostly seen.
"Evelynn!" Twisted Fate gasped, sitting up and shifting a gold card in his right hand, "What're ye doing here?"
Evelynn chucked sheepishly, but before she was able to escape into the false walls, Twisted Fate stunned her with the gold card. "Simmer down," he ordered, beckoning to Graves to hold her down on the couch. Graves rolled his eyes, but did as he ordered, pulling Evelynn to sit down at the sofa. She shifted uncomfortably.
Explain," Graves commanded gruffly.
"Fine..." Evelynn huffed. She crossed her arms. "So, I was walking down the street one day, and I passed Malzahar's home. So I decided to walk inside, and it was just Leona and Diana, arguing. I was invisible, you see, and when I walked close enough, they finally saw me. After a long hour of screaming and yelling, we finally became friends on our common ground; shipping." Graves and Twisted Fate exchanged looks. They both were wondering whether this was the real Evelynn they were talking to. She noticed this, but didn't respond. So she continued: "And so, they sent me to do so many errands because I could be invisible and everything... I guess that's the whole reason... But I found lots of things I could never have thought of. And so... This time I decided to come along with them, and well, they're horrible hiders..." Evelynn glared at the walls. "Anyway, so now, here I am," she spread her hands.
"I'm sure-" Twisted Fate began, but Evelynn had already slipped away, and there was no other sound than the clack clack of voidling claws on the floor and the tick tock of the clock.
"Slippery as an otter," Malcolm growled, standing up and hefting New Destiny. He glanced around, but sat down with a huff.
After this, let's go get some drink," Twisted Fate invited after a moment's hesitation, "Like the good old days." He stood up, and held out his hand to shake.
"Like the good old days," Malcolm replied, shaking his hand and pulling it into a quick man hug.
"Ready to scam?"
"More than ready."
But before the Chapter could end, Graves grabbed Twisted Fate's arm roughly. "And that picture that everyone's sending around," his voice was low, "It gonna be true." As he kissed the other, his phone dropped, to reveal the picture to all the readers. It is a very well drawn picture of Malcolm Graves kissing Twisted Fate.
"Just like the good old days."
I broke the fourth wall.
OH and the Bilgewater Event was last year. And right around the time I started playing League, by the way. Yeah. I know. I'm such a noob x3.
~Moondance~