towerofanimus | 1st Symphony

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1st Symphony - Intro!

Who: Sona Buvelle and YOU!
Setting: All around the tower! Forward Dated to Sept. 14
Format: Starting action, will match
Summary: New to the tower, Sona starts to investigate!
Warnings: Sona cannot talk. Communication will be difficult. Otherwise, none to speak of!

Dormitory Levels

[Sona's daily to-do list is usually something along these lines: wake up, get ready, play the Etwahl for a while, fight on the Fields of Justice if needed, play more music, and maybe top of with a Pentakill concert. Throw some eating in there somewhere and it's any given day in the life of Sona. The following things were not on the list: wake up in a strange place in strange clothes, read a note claiming her world was destroyed, wonder how the hell her body even fit into this form-fitting bodusuit]

[But once she located her Etwahl - and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't been separated from it -it was time to venture forth. After all, there was no use complaining about the situation, especially when she didn't know what could be done about it]

[And so, having changed into her regular outfit, she roams the halls behind her instrument, hovering above the ground just slightly and gliding around as fingers expertly pluck at the strings, music filling the air and heralding her arrival]

All Around

[After her network post, it's time to wander! Everywhere Sona heads in the tower, she's heralded by the gentle tunes emerging from the Etwahl as it floats before her. It does stop for some time when she goes to eat the obligatory oatmeal, but other than that it follows her all around the tower. She eventually ends up in the music room, ignoring the other instruments in favor of her own. The music flows, but really, she's easily approachable. Will you do just that?]

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[Veiger might have a (slightly) inflated view of himself, but there's no denying the crazy powers he also commands. If this place is hard for even him to understand, then Sona's working at a big uphill climb]

[But six months... that's a long time away from home, and she's certain she'd have noticed if Veiger had vanished from the League for six months. There's some sort of magic at work here, at the very least - something powerful, probably more powerful than anything they'd ever encountered on Runeterra]

[How dangerous is this place? Do I need to worry about foes like Baron Nashor?

[Veigar thought for a few moments. Baron Nashor, as the creature of legend was something far beyond any of their abilities even if they were all there. However, the Baron Nashor that the summoners placed in the Rift was a minor sample of the true legend. And even that was a challenge.]

Yes, and worse from what I've heard. It's very bad if you get caught by something in the floors that deny you your powers.

[He took a small parchment out of his bag and sat down to make a list. Once he was done, he extended his hand over and offered the paper to the Maven, handing over a list of the floors to watch out for, in particular the ones that for whatever blasted reason, powers didn't work in.]

[Worse than Baron Nashor... Sona can't help the look of surprise that comes to her face. By all accounts, Veigar seems to be right. Even if their home is gone, this doesn't seem like a sanctuary - it's a prison. No sanctuary would be crawling with dangers so severe. Will she truly be okay on her own? It's a worrying thought, but she doesn't want to be an imposition on anyone, and Sona isn't fond of the thought of losing the independence she's always wanted so badly. She'll make herself alright on her own - the Etwahl is with her. She'll be fine]

[By the time she collects herself from her thoughts, Veigar's finished list - which she gladly accepts, looking over it before she slips it into somewhere secure. Probably best not to ask where. She gives the Tiny Master of Evil another smile, but resists the urge to hug him again]

[Thank you, Veigar. Sincerely]

[Veigar might be tactless, egotistical and a bit maniacal, but emotions he could read, at least those of whom he'd fought alongside in the Fields of Justice. You wouldn't last a second out there if you didn't work as a tight knit team even if he hated to admit it.

As such, he looked over at her, then his gaze shifted awkwardly to the ground, then to the side.]

You know, now that we're together again, we'll be even more unstoppable right? I have your back, just like old times.

[Now that he showed he cared without really saying it outright, Veigar waved a gauntleted hand dismissively.]

Don't mention it. Team's a team.

[She nods at him, his words both a re-assurance and a simple truth. Sona was powerful - far more than anyone would think at first glance. But there was a limit to what she could do on her own, and it was only as a part of a team that she shined brightest. Granted, two people was a bit small for a team... but they could make it work]

[Her song switches to a familiar one, as a green aura begins to envelop the both of them]

[Two is a bit lonely for a team, but I think we may make spectacular lane partners, Veigar.]

[A team's a team... and if she could arrive, then others could as well! Right? It only made sense - and once they had a team assembled, then they would truly be a force to be reckoned with]

A devastating team, [He replied with a grin. The amount of control they could both have against opponents in addition to the power and extra tricks up their sleeves did make them quite the challenge in by themselves.]

[Still there was something that kept bothering the Yordle. If this place could keep bringing in people from their world... That meant that the owners of this place were far stronger than he originally thought and maybe confronting them might not be so wise, not yet anyways.

He looked over at Sona before looking away and acting casually uninterested.]

Anyways, I am glad you are here.

[There are a few benefits to not being able to speak or make a sound - Sona never has to stifle a giggle, like the one she feels when Veigar looks away. Some things never change, and she's quite glad for it. Though it seems they don't have control of much, they do have each other - and it's at least a start, and a reassurance]

[Comforted by the Yordle's presence, and feeling just a little mischievous, Sona can't help herself. She leans in and plants a peck on his cheek, both trying to show her gratitude and get him a little riled up]

[And I'm glad to have you by my side.]

[Sona gets back to her feet, Etwahl rising to meet her height as she does. Before she can even consider parting ways with Veigar, there's one more critical question.]

[Is there any way to communicate quickly if we need each other?]

[What the?! Veigar's face turns crimson under the hat and he flails as if he had been hit by a spell or something.]

Wha-whe-why?! Woman!

[He's very well spoken it seems! After the little display of not knowing how to handle these kinds of things, Veigar nods.]

Through this network thing they have going... It's been down a few times but it works for quick messages. You can type, use the video or the audio... It's quite convenient actually.

[The network? Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find if it's something convenient. She nods in understanding, trying (and failing) not to grin at the tiny mage's flustering. Mission accomplished]

[Splendid! And your room number? Mine is 1-17, should you ever need to find me.]

[If this place is as bad as he says, then it's best to take every precaution. Neither of them want to be caught out of position - a mistake like that can turn deadly very, very quickly]

[Okay, so maybe he had a genuine smile for once... Somehow? This meeting of fates in an unknown world with someone he could trust had suddenly given him a better feel for this fleeting feeling people call 'happy'.]

I'm in 1-02 with some rather odd folk... If they would keep their hands off my things it wouldn't be too bad.

I'll make sure to keep in contact and... well... if you want to explore together just seek me out as well.

[She smiles brightly as joyful notes ring out from the Etwahl]

[Of course! We're a team!]

[There's a slight hesitation in the music before the tune changes]

[... though it may be strange without the connection to a summoner.]

You know... I thought about that when I first arrived and spent many days simply seeing if there was any change... It just feels the same as it was before the League was formed.

But I guess after so much time working with them you sort of get used to that being called on a whim feeling.

[It's now that she's reminded just how different her life has been from that of the average Champion. She's no great force of nature, no warrior. She serves no military, and she's certainly not known for her destructive prowess. Sona isn't an inventor, the last of her kind, or the Master of Evil. She's a musician, and for a brief moment she can't help but feel a pang of isolation, even from her fellow Champions]

[Our lives before the League were very different. I've never fought outside of it.]

[Veigar narrowed his eyes and for a long moment looked deep in thought. The rise in power that could be felt surging to him was only outweighed by the sounds of resistance his gauntlet made at his grip tightening. After a few moments, he just let out a sigh.]

Everyone's life is different I suppose. And for as much as we can all claim to know the mysteries of life, we can't begin to understand what we all went and still go through.

Nonetheless, that doesn't mean that I don't value certain lives... I don't divulge what my past was like, and I tend to like it that way. But... there are always exceptions.

[Veigar looked away for a second before looking back at Sona a bit more calm.]

Did you make sure to eat that wretched and flavorless oatmeal? It's necessary in this place, at least when you first arrive.

[It's always a little frightening to see the Tiny Master of Evil become serious - at least serious in this sense, away from the fields of justice where he'd always give his all. And though she knows her 'words' are the reason for this shift, Sona can't help but play a calming melody in the background, hoping to soothe him at least a little]

[There's a wisdom in his words, and though they make her curious about the Yordle's past, she knows better than to ask. After all, there wasn't a single Champion in the League - not even those viewed as morally upright - who didn't have something they were keeping secret. Hidden]

[She shakes her head in response to his question, the tune changing in response]

[Not yet. I thought I might head there next.]

Ah, very well then...

I shall accompany you in this venture! That vile tasteless concoction is better eaten with support! I assume it's simply made that way to make you think twice on whether you'd like to be able to eat anything else or not!

Considering... you can't really eat anything else unless you've at least had it once.

[She smiles and nods at his declaration, glad for the company as she's still adjusting to her surroundings]

[It does lead to one very obvious question, though]

[Why is that? It seems strange, to force us to eat oatmeal first.]

[Veigar shrugs.]

Beats me, just know that trying to eat anything else without eating that confounded concoction just ends up out of you in the mist displeasing manner.

[Sona shudders at the thought and decides not to question it any further - if only to spare herself the horrible mental images. If she has to eat oatmeal, then she has to eat oatmeal. It could be worse!]

[Taking a few steps so that she's slightly behind Veigar, she looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to lead the way]

Right, so, uh, follow me! [Yes because taking charge and exclaiming their departure did not seem awkward at all, nope. At least not to the Tiny Master of Evil!

He led them at a good, relaxed pace towards the cafeteria where the goopy foe made it's home. The vile, tasteless, not-so-appetizing concoction! Then again.. he had worse while being a prisoner of Noxxus...]

[She does just that, following him all the way down, down, down, and then down a bit further to the cafeteria. She takes in as much as she can along the way, though there's only so much that can be seen from the staircase - and from the looks of some of the floors, that's probably working to her benefit in some cases]

[The cafeteria itself is nothing that special, which is actually sort of a relief. Before she knows it, the Maven has a bowl of oatmeal that she's not even sure how she obtained. She swears it just sort of... oatmeal'd at her somehow. Still, she'll do what she has to do and she tries her first spoonful of the stuff]

[The chord-smash of disgust is almost instantaneous]

[Veigar points at the bowl almost at the same time as the chord is struck in a dramatic manner!]

See! They make it that way on purpose! Knowing that maybe some poor sap will avoid eating it and then find out the hard way that they won't be able to keep anything else down until they consume this slop!

They are clever, I'll give them that.

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1st Symphony - Intro!

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