Originally Posted by OdainMorll
Waking up to the sight of a near baby-sized, black spider laying on top of you in the middle of the night does wonders for one's mental health. After a brief, scream-filled session of thrashing around Odain had noticed the reply letter and read it before watching the spiderling scuttle away.
With a short sigh he sits down and writes up another note.
"Dear Elise, The Spider Queen
Thank you very much for your reply, I apologise if letters are inconvinient but the Shadow Isles are not my idea of a nice place to travel through. Perhaps the other Champions of the league hold a dislike of your methods because they have different opinions and ideals on life? If I may ask another question, I do wonder as to how you intend to...'sustain' yourself now that your cult has been revealed as false because of the Institute's article on you.
Sincerly, Odain Morll."
(( Sorry if that's not what you intended the spider to do. ^^; ))
((Trust me, it was! Glad you picked up on it. Also would work if anyone found the spider, chased it off, and found the letter left behind - promptly mailing it.))
Elise had gone through the second letter, swaying her right leg ontop of her left, writing up another letter on her knee.
"It is a hindrance on my person, yes. I was not entirely fond of the article, but what would I know? This leads me to my next question to hopefully answer yours: why would I write to the Institute of War about my next plans, when clearly you've spoiled my work the first time?" Her smile transformed into an eventual scowl, twirling her pen between her two fingers. "If you must know anything, I can give you small details: it involves a dark alley, the sound of coins dropping, and lots of web." Her smile returned to her as she sent the letter on it's way, using yet another spider to deliver the letter to do her bidding.
Originally Posted by Ask TheMetal Man
((Sure thing. I'll read through it and do my best to keep it consistent with the previous Elise.))
Originally Posted by Triskael
I gather from your answer to the Breakfast question that your tastes vary, but I must ask... What is your taste in men? Are there any Gentleman out there that have caught your eye?
The letter she wrote was a list of various champions, most with their names crossed out. She sat there, a perplexed look upon her face as her eyes skimmed through the list for a second time.
"...Gragas... so much meat, but... I have a figure to watch. Brand... yuck... I suppose... Jayce doesn't appear too bad... No... Not at all. Honestly, so long as they're living, I don't even discriminate against gender! Just about anyone I can sink my fangs-" That's when it clicked. "... Oh. Who do I... admire?" She grinned, relaxing. "If I had to give a 'top three' - and only using champions that came to mind... Talon is a bit cute, rather dark and mysterious and I appreciate that in a man. Twisted Fate also holds some charm to him, but really... the Crimson Reaper would have the closest chance at stealing my 'heart' away." She gave a sigh, tilting her head with a brooding smile. "It is a shame he would likely take that so literally. Besides, in the end... no one truly charms the spider."
Originally Posted by Ask the Strings
Sona glides into Elise's cave, her melodies echoing off the web covered walls. She approaches the spider queen slowly, stopping at a distance.
♪Hello there, Elise,♪ Her melodies play, ♪How has the League been treating you as of late?♪
As Sona would make her way, any nearby spider along the path would clear the way, hiding amongst the shadows. The Spider Queen's eyes winced as Sona approached, focusing her gaze upon her while spiders scrambled to find places to hide.
"Your music... the vibrations... They scare the little ones..." Elise brought herself to smile, yet remained in her chair. "How easily frightened they are... yet even I can feel the vibrations your melodies carry..." She inhaled heavily, sweeping her right leg off of her left, setting her foot back onto the floor. She leaned herself forward, perching her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her hands. "The League. It's treating me with a sufficient amount of respect. By that I do mean - I am still alive, and that's what matters most." She reared back, dragging both her fingers back down the arms of her chair. "Mistress of the Strings... how are you? Everything bold well?"