If You Want to Win, You Have to Play
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				Title: <strong>If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alkrdaam</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 09:28:55</strong>
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				Sure, there had been rumors for a while. Rumors that a few champions had been desperate to find a good summoners to lead them to victory. That was always an unavoidable fact, but it seemed that some were more desperate than others. Cyril sighed as he looked over the tavern that both summoners and champions joined in between matched. He and his allies had done well to make a name for themselves, becoming a small but powerful group of summoners under the name of 'Chainmail'. While they were loyal to neither Demacia nor Noxus, various champions from both states had willingly fought alongside the summoners of this neutral group. Still, because those champions often had their own loyalties, they weren't quite reliable enough for the small faction, who's motives often seemed unclear.<br><br>Cyril sipped a glass of wine as he looked over the group. Being an exceptional summoner, he was careful in his selection. His allied summoners had already made pacts with some of the like-minded champions, and he was looking for a champion who could work well with them. He'd heard that one such champion was incredibly desperate, even whoring herself out to summoners who promised her a battle - not even a winning battle. Out of a mix of pity and curiosity Cyril was going to stick his neck out for this one. Ahri... a fox who would do anything to be human, and atone for her sins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 14:51:19</strong>
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				The tavern fell silent as the doors opened. A slim leg appeared, followed by another before the entire woman was revealed. She was dressed in a short white skirt and a tight red tube top that hugged her curves and showed off her luscious breasts, pressing them together to accentuate them. Her face, too, was revealed as she stepped out of the dark outside and into the brightly lit tavern. She had a pretty, oriental look about her with three distinct marks on each cheek, almost like whiskers. Atop her head of lush black hair were two pointed furry ears, ears that she could shrink into nothingness at will. But her most striking feature was undoubtedly the 9 bushy tails hovering behind her. Though at the moment, they were bunched up into 1 extremely thick tail. She looked around for a moment, almost as if seeking a mark before spotting Cyril. <br><br>She walks over to him slowly, her hips swaying suggestively, a small smile on her face. "Hey, handsome." She'd say when she reached him, placing a light hand on his arm. "Could I interest you with some company?" Her voice was soft, coy and teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alkrdaam</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 22:51:17</strong>
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				Cyril (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2007/083/6/d/Ice_Fire_by_heise.jpg) smiled a small bit as he lit up a small candle at his table, both lighting up the dark corner of the tavern and signaling that he'd need service from one of the waitresses. Cyril was quite obviously a summoner with an air of magic to him, but it showed even in his appearance now that the light touched his porcelain skin and light-azure hair. Cyril looked the fox girl over for a moment, and then beckoned her to sit. "I would enjoy that very much. Come, have a drink with me." Cyril's voice wasn't quite teasing or coy, but it was smooth, with an oddly gentle flow. Almost like snow, lightly touching the ground it happened to land upon. "I have heard a great many things about you, Ahri. Though one should not believe everything they hear, I have done a bit of homework on my own. I understand that you are looking for a summoner worth your time, and that the summoners you have <em>been with</em> lately haven't done you justice at all." Cyril didn't quite linger on the meaning of been with, but it was obvious what he was stating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 16:42:46</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Ahri</span> (http://konachan.com/sample/27e36cc2740ffbc1bff393930222c68e/Konachan.com%20-%20129354%20sample.jpg) smiled as she sat by his side. She'd ordered a small kettle of hot water from the waitress and two tea cups. It'd seem that she was a very oriental lady, even in her customs. "It is true what you say, sir... I have been looking far and wide for someone who would have me champion their cause." She took a small packet from a tiny pouch hanging from her belt, unfolding it to reveal tea leaves. She'd put some in his tea cup as well as her own. Delicately lifting the kettle, she pours hot water into both cups. The water is dyed a rosy red from the tea leaves. The tea leaves were special, hailed for their energy-giving properties. It was rumored a man who drank it could sleep with 10 women in bed and still be going the next morning.<br><br>"And I would do -anything- to get it." She wasn't subtle but she didn't need to be. With looks like hers, you either want to sleep with her, or you don't and no amount of words would help convince someone otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alkrdaam</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 13:05:03</strong>
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				Cyril's eyes moved down to the cups before them as the aroma of a faintly-familiar tea filled the air. He knew what she was getting at, and partially had to wonder if she didn't also enjoy making such advances. He'd take full advantage of her, and he was honest with himself about it. There was no second guessing or denying her temptation, but he did attempt to draw himself back to the matter at hand. "My allies and I have been looking for a champion such as yourself. One who is not bound by loyalty to any one nation, yet fights for an admirable reason." Cyril explained a bit about his small group, which was not very well known, despite being comprised of killed summoners and great champions. "For the time being, we will exchange services with one another. I will be your summoner, and introduce you to my allies so that you might win on the Fields of Justice. And in exchange, you will give yourself to me."<br><br>"If you prove yourself in combat, I will formally note you as my champion, and welcome you to the group. At that time, you'd no longer have to do me any favors. Does that sound acceptable to you?" Cyril's voice remained calm, though it did not seem uninterested or unamused by this. In fact, it seemed that he was almost eager to seal this deal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 14:35:33</strong>
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				Ahri smiled, picking up her teacup and bringing it to her lips, shielding her mouth in a demure fashion as she drinks. She eyes him with a soft shy smirk, setting down her teacup. "That sounds like an excellent trade... Master." She said, bowing her head politely as she hands him his teacup. "I assure you that I am not just about the looks or what I would do in bed for you, Master. I am a very competent fighter and will not disappoint you." She says confidently. It was true, the only reason Ahri had remained unpicked for so long was because people assumed she was weak because of her delicate looks.<br><br>"Although, should Master wish for more favors from Ahri even after he has formally chosen her, Ahri will not refuse." She smirks again. She looks perfectly calm, her voice not even wavering as though it was the most natural thing in the world to propose sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alkrdaam</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 16:43:19</strong>
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				As if to signify the completion of the deal, Cyril accepted the cup of tea and took a sip from it. Both soothing and energizing, it was something familiar to him. Something that reminded him of home, a distant land far away from here. Bringing his mind from that time and place, he looked over to the window for a brief moment. Outside it was dark, save the areas intentionally kept lit by lanterns. "It is a bit too late in the night to introduce you to my allies, but there is always tomorrow. Either way, I am somewhat eager to leave this place. I've never really been a fan of crowds, so a busy tavern is a bit uncomfortable to me. Perhaps you would like to come with me to my loft, where we can get a little better acquainted?" He asked, having finished his cup of tea. It was a little known fact that Cyril disliked crowds, but he was also eager to be alone with Ahri. "Or if you'd prefer I could always join you at your place." He said, not really sure where she'd been staying, but assuming that it was a fairly nice place given that she was a champion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If You Want to Win, You Have to Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irilinquent</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 16:59:14</strong>
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				The Champion Dormitories, divided into the Male and Female wing, weren't really that great of a place. They were small rooms, one for each champion and had a bed, a desk and a small lounge area for guests. It wasn't the best, but it would do just fine. And if they stayed up late enough for the rest of the champions to go to bed, they could even go to the Recovery Room and make use of the wonderful hot springs there. "Your place would work just fine, Master." She says softly. She stood up, taking her Summoner's hand in her's and together, the pair of them left the tavern, wandering down the streets back to the League HQ. They turned a corner until they arrived at the Female dorms. Blatantly ignoring the sign that said "Only same-sex visitors allowed.", Ahri guided her summoner in. <br><br>It was rather busy, as the night was still young. Annie was showing her bear to Kayle. Ashe was trying to prove she was more accurate with a bow than Katarina was with her daggers. It was quite a festive atmosphere. Most had looked up as Ahri entered with the male but no one paid any real attention. Afterall, that whore Janna, who had been selling herself out to look for a summoner as well, had brought plenty of males back. <br><br>Ahri and Cyril climbed the stairs to the third level, walking past several doors marked with the names "Leona." "Caitlyn" and "Sona" before arriving at the one marked "Ahri." "After you, master." She says, opening the door and ushering him in. She sat him down on one of the sofas at the lounge area and sat next to him, resting a hand in his lap. The room, like many of the things related to the fox spirit, had an oriental theme to it, including lanterns and such.<br><br>"Would Master like to consummate our contract tonight?" She asks softly, her hands rubbing up and down his thighs as she leans over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
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