His lavender hues flickered lightly as the woman took a moment in contemplation, knowing she was probably gazing back at her past, and he said nothing to interrupt her. When she finally spoke, his head nodded lightly in agreement. The needed to be armed at every waking moment was gone, though the denizens of Pulse and Cocoon were having a hard time forgetting such a thing. People were still jumpy at the creatures they had yet to understand. But they were not harmful towards them. In fact, if the people left the animals alone, most of the animals left the people alone. And then there was the phenomena of pets, carried over from Cocoon. Some people kept strange ones, but the traditional Dog and Cat were still around, abet no longer exotic in structure or breed.
”Perhaps it is a good change." The guardian had mused after she spoke. Of course it was, but after becoming so used to the warfare that being around monsters brought, some people found it hard to consider. Caius had seen man people fall to the monsters when he had remained in Paddra with the Seeress. In fact, he himself had almost fallen to a monster, though he had transformed himself into the mighty Chaos Bahamut to defeat the creature, and save Paddra, and the seeress. The incident that had started his cursed life. The thought brought a heavy sigh to his lips, a hand pressing to his chest, where his own heart beat, instead of that of the Goddess.
The former savior gave a quiet chuckle, nodding her head once in agreement. “You might just be right about that.” Not long after arriving, she’d noticed that this place seemed to combine both extremes of the last two worlds Lightning had called home. People weren’t coddled and handed everything on a silver platter, as they once had been on Cocoon— but there was no need to struggle and fight just to survive on a harsh world like Gran Pulse. For the first time, it truly felt like humanity had a home made just for them.
"Something on your mind?" the soldier inquired, though she wasn’t entirely sure it was her place to ask. It was easy to tell her companion was a bit lost in thought, as she’d been a moment ago— but whatever memory he’d brought up seemed to be far less pleasant than hers. Not that there was even the slightest intent to pry. She was sure Caius knew he had the option not to answer if he really didn’t want to.
When no attempt of an attack came, no underhanded comment that would begin their usual bouts came forth, he let a soft smile curl his lips. It would seem that on some level, the two were on the same thought pattern. There was no need to engage in combat if the other didn’t give adequate reason too. With this in mind, the male had no desire to begin the fight, having had enough of their seemingly eternal battles in Valhalla
As she spoke of the new world, he nodded. This place was rather interesting. It was quite compared to the monster-filled world of Gran-Pulse, and whatever kind of life those on Cocoon had, but surely it was for the better. “It does seem like it was worth the trouble.” He commented softly, his gaze shifting over the expanse before him. “It is much more peaceful here than it ever was on Gran Pulse.”
That was a hard point to disagree with. Gran Pulse was beautiful— certainly not the hell Lightning had grown up believing it was —but the whole planet had basically been one big deathtrap. And while there certainly were some fearsome creatures roaming this new world, Behemoth attacks and Gorgonopsid ambushes were on a whole other level. Maybe she was just being nostalgic, but for a brief moment, Lightning almost missed it. Although docile wildlife did mean way fewer civilian casualties— even if life was a lot less exciting now.
"Yeah. Now you don’t have to have a weapon ready just to walk out your front door. That’s gonna take some getting used to." It seemed like every time something rustled in a bush, or something knocked over a trash can, Lightning was already trying to reach for a weapon that wasn’t there anymore. It’s what she’s always been trained to do; once a soldier, always a soldier.
He hadn’t meant to sneak up on the woman, but she had been too enthralled with the scenery to even notice his approach. As she finally whirled about, the male stopped, standing about ten feet from her, as she spoke his name. The lack of tone, friendly or otherwise, let him know that she was in the state of mind to tolerate his presence, and not attack him immediately. And currently? He had no desire to attack her
“Savior." He replied in turn, his lavender hues narrowing slightly. He hardly addressed the woman by name, though he knew it. He continued his approach again, but this time, to the side, coming to stand to her left, a few feet away. His gaze began to drift over the scenery, much as Lightning’s had, though, he had brought himself to speak, again. "This new world…It’s scenery is quite grand, is it not?" His gaze turned, looking at the woman, a neutral stare.
His reply was equally as cool as hers had been, but decidedly not hostile, so she allowed him to come near. It’s almost strange to see him now, with both of them so calm despite being just a few feet away from each other. When you spend as much time battling each other as they did back in Valhalla, opinions can be a bit difficult to change. Still, Lightning didn’t mind talking talking to him for a while. He wasn’t her enemy anymore, right?
"It is," she agreed, nodding her head. "This whole place…it’s really incredible." Deep down, she knew that was a huge understatement. Maybe she was just making comparisons to their old, dying world; but ever since her rebirth, Lightning had been completely in awe of humanity’s new home. Not that she was going to let herself start gushing about it— to Caius Ballad, of all people. "Nice to know it was worth all that trouble."
The former soldier had been standing by herself; taking in the scenery around her as she quietly got lost among her own thoughts. However, it didn’t take long before she sensed another’s presence nearby, thus snapping her out of her brief reverie. In an instant she’d spun around, locking eyes with one all too familiar figure.
She spoke in a cool tone of voice, neither friendly nor hostile— though that could change in an instant, depending on his next actions. So, for the moment, Lightning remained quiet, while keeping a sharp eye on the other.
Ahri giggled. “Don’t get mad at me I’m not the one who makes the rules.”
"Summoners are the people who control us on the Fields of Justice. We are just puppets on a string in the spotlight of the battlefield. We are weakened and restricted here to make it a fair fight. Without a Summoner we just stay idle. The Summoners tell us were to go, what attacks to use, etc. They use their advanced magic to make sure we don’t do anything against the rules."
She played with the orb in her hand for a moment, throwing it up in the air then it falls back down to foalting in her hand like it was before.
"See this is all about politics and to keep everyone happy they have to make sure there are rules. Cause of that we can not act without a summoner."
"You’re telling me that somebody else is going to be telling us how to fight?! Just to make sure we follow some damn rules?" Her tone slowly rose with each word, and Lightning was finding it harder and harder to keep her anger in check.
There were a lot of things she was willing to go along with, especially for the sake of getting home. But allowing somebody else to dictate what attacks and movements she makes was crossing the line— big time. How could anyone be so calm about putting their trust in a complete stranger?
"I don’t care if it’s about politics or happiness; nobody is going to control me. I make my own choices. End of story."
"Well, technologicly yes, but you’ll probably just be returned to the League after this battle. There you’ll have to ask someone to help you, but that shouldn’t be a problem for the summoners. They can’t keep you here against your own free will that would go against everything they are trying to do."
"If our summoners were here we’d be able to fight, but of course we can’t at the moment. It’s against the rules."
"—Okay, what the hell is a summoner?” Lightning demanded, feeling her patience start to wear thin. If these people honestly thought a bunch of rules and regulations were going to keep her from going home, they certainly had another thing coming.
"I don’t get it. If we’re supposed to fight, why can’t we just fight? Are these ‘summoner’ people really that important?"
Ahri thought for a moment. The other didn’t remember signing up for this? Thinking for a moment she rememebered Champions like Ezreal and Taric who had been accidentally summoned. Didn’t she hear that Taric was from an other planet entirely? So was Nasus and Renekton if she thought about it….
”You’ll have to wait for the battle to end and with two of us out of commission it shouldn’t take long….” Going on a wing she decided to ask. “May I ask you…. are you even from Runeterra?”
"You may have been summoned completely by accident. Even from another planet. Its happened many a times before."
A long, drawn out sigh passed through the pinkette’s lips. Story of her life: nothing’s ever easy. Although, if she had to be stuck in a weird situation, a part of her was glad it was a fight. At least then she knew how to handle herself.
"Right. Of course." Glancing her ‘teammate’ over, Light at least hoped she knew how to handle herself in battle. Though she did say she was a Champion…that had to mean something. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve never even heard of a place like that.”
Oh, so this was a common occurrence? People just accidentally show up here, and no one has a problem with it? This situation just got better and better. “So, let me make sure I have this straight: we fight, we win, I get to go home. Is that how it works?”
Ahri extended her hand out to the base they were in at that moment. "You are on a Field of Justice right now. Granted I think we’re gonna be a little late the party." She giggled. "Our summoners seem to have not connected~"
"That’s the only reason we cant move from this plateform, or haven’t been told we can leave. See at the moment you’ve been summoned by a Summoner as a Champion to fight on Summoner’s Rift. Its basically just an easy way to have wars without the danger of thousands of deaths and destruction that comes with them. I’m on the same team as you, but then again the League of Legends should have already told you this."
The nine tailed fox titled her head a bit with a playful smile. “Or did you not listen when you signed up?”
For a while, Lightning just stared. It was like she was speaking gibberish or something— maybe memory loss wasn’t out of the question after all. Eventually, she managed to regain her composure, placing both hands on her hips.
"Apparently not," the pinkette mumbled under her breath. "Honestly, I don’t remember signing up for anything, much less to fight in a war." Had she been tricked into it? Signed up by someone else? Hell, maybe all this was all just some weird dream. Whatever the case, she definitely wasn’t going to stick around. Lightning wouldn’t fight in a war she knew nothing about.
"Look, there has to be some kind of screw up here. I don’t want any part of this. Can you just tell me how to leave?"
"Oh, loosen up, cutie~ Well here I thought you’ve heard of me before~ Being your teammate and one of the League’s most favorite champions. I’m Ahri,the Nine Tailed Fox~" She smiled softly, but proud. "Does that jog your memory~?"
There couldn’t have been a soul in Runeterra that hadn’t heard of her. Then again she was being used much less lately…. Did her popularity really decrease this badly?! She frowned at the thought.
"Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry." Light was pretty sure that if she’d ever met a nine-tailed fox…person before, she’d remember it. Or, at least, she hoped she would. But what she really wanted to know was what kind of League Ahri was talking about— obviously not one that the soldier had ever heard about.
"Wait," she paused, holding one hand up to her new acquaintance. "Did you just say you’re my teammate? What’s that supposed to mean?"
Ahri looked over the supposed champion. Ahri walked around the pink haired woman, one of her nine tails brushing across the other’s face.
"Hmmm~ I’ve never seen you around." When she finished circling the other woman she giggled. "So~ Are you from Piltover? Or maybe you’re from Demacia~?"
One hand quickly moved to swat the stranger’s tail away— apparently they weren’t big on personal space. She found it hard to tell if they were friend or foe right off the bat, but the way they circled around her, staring the pinkette down instantly put her on edge.
"Maybe you could introduce yourself first,” Lightning replied, crystal blue eyes narrowing a bit. Truthfully, she hadn’t heard of either place before in her life…but she wasn’t about to let a perfect stranger know where she lives. At least, not one who made her feel this threatened.