Cyran (Runeterra)'s Links
"I find your morbid fascination anything but boring, darling. Give me just a little poke if you need to buy more... I don't know. Skulls? Shovels? I don't know what your studies require...as long as you're waking corpses instead of me during my scheduled naps."
"If I required skulls, I would take them myself. Still... your offer is amusing. Perhaps I will indulge in your services. I promise to poke you with only the gentlest touch of a clawed finger."
"Dearest, tallest, fairest Avalon. You big, lovely nymph. Ugh. You have a way of giving me energy like no other and I almost despise you for that. You'll have to give me a few hours on my thinking couch though, just so I can plan out the best, most proper ways to beg for your gracious mercy."
"You are worth less to me than a dog, Cyran. All the wealth in the world could not get me to enjoy your company." She looks down at him, an expression of enjoyment on her face as she tips the man's chin up with her finger. "Maybe you can prove your worth to me..... but it'll take a good amount of begging, my dear little noble."
"Oh, it's you." Cyran barely paid any attention to the shorter man before him and resumed filing his nails. "Vimmy of House Kumbaya or whatever... Are you here for business or pleasure? For you, I only offer the former, so please hurry and talk shop. I'm awfully tired..."
Vimal scoffs and takes a look at the Dhampir's nails. "You know, you'd think a noble would know how to better coordinate his nails to his outfit. Such a grotesque color. Not to mention that gaudy metal piece you've got around your middle. Silver with gold? How last century." He rolls his eyes a final time as he walks away, making sure to walk with a confident gait in his step.
"I'm not sure what I'll need to do to get you to yell at me a little...or at least get a little man-handled?"
"You are the one man that does not seem too affected by presence. Fortunately for you, I have no reason to raise my voice at you."
Cyran smirked a little and brought his cup to his lips as he watched the famed Noxian warrior from across the hall. He rarely talked to Zurran, but he always enjoyed seeing him in the room. Oh to catch him without all of that armor...
Zurran paid little mind to the noble eyeing him. Just another citizen, he thought. Although, he did have a few suspicions about this one...
"Dear Remmy, I have no desire to see your face today. Please, come back later or get someone else to help you with all of this... I don't wish to be a part of your silly escapades anymore, especially not today. I would rather not get into trouble with our circle again."
"Aaah, good ol' Cyran. Did I disturb your nap again? Hurts me a little that you don't wanna chat with me anymore. Not even to fool around a little? Damn. I miss the trouble we've gotten into, don't you?"
"My dear, you're my favorite one. You are efficient and you don't talk too much. Soooo...Mind running another little teensy weensy errand for me?"
Zako wanted to sigh, but she managed to keep herself from making it obvious that she was getting tired of being this one's errand girl. "All right... Give me the directions..."
Cyran looked the middle Miven over and slightly crinkled his nose. "Julas. I did not expect you to attend my banquet...especially when you're dressed like that..."
Julas scoffed and studied the man with slight disgust in his eyes. "Oh, please. I would rather be anywhere else than this drag of an event you've barely pieced together." Julas shuddered at the thought of once again witnessing the uncensored statue of his older brother.
"Raze, my big, sweet hunk of meat; tell me, did you happen to enjoy the tribute I had made for you? Chiseled in stone to match your chiseled form. Is it not lovely? Your little brother absolutely hates it, it's truly a beautiful thing. Now, do you think you could spare me some details about your major, Zurran?"
"Oh, wow! That's...! That's me! Wow. Hey, you know? I do look good in stone. I guess as long as its back here, it's no problem for me." Raze admired the nude statue of himself and laughed. "Pah, don't worry about Zurran. How about you instead get a nice look at the real thing, right here, the one and only me?"
Cyran was appreciative of the man’s form as he studied him, but there was something rather off-putting, not to mention familiar, about him. Then, something clicked. “Ah… I think I know who you are…and I’m certain you know who I am. Make no mistake, I’m not as weak as I appear. You may know that first hand.”
"We're not the same captives we were all those years ago, it's only a matter of time until you get what you deserve"
"Oh. Oh, goodness. Goodness gracious, even." Cyran nearly choked on his own spit at the sight of this...large and delicious creature. He sauntered over toward the huge Vastaya's stand and looked at his wares; but not just the ones on the counter... "You are...a sight. Tell me, darling... Do you like jewlery? Or perhaps carrying smaller, beautiful men like me?"
"Can't say I'm interested in buyin' anythin', but I accept donations!" He let out a hearty laugh "Do you uh... want like, a ride on my shoulders or somethin'? I guess I can charge you for a few minutes"
“Oh, goodness, there it is. What a darling, wonderful little creature.” Although Cyran’s expression seemed unimpressed, his eyes shined a little brighter upon watching the cobra around Anjali’s neck. “Make him do his little dance again, would you? I did see you performing, you know. I am taking delight in those magnificent wiggles.” Cyran clapped his hands and a servant approached Anjali with a bag of gold.
"This is the guy who keeps on commissioning all those statues, right? Vimal told me all about him and how he's apparently some sort of "hedonistic bastard"? Whatever that means. He sounds like a good time." Dhaval nods and agrees with her. "Do you think he would make a statue of me?" Anjali chuckles and pets his head. "He would do no such thing! And besides, we don't have the money for a statue!"
“He is rather handsome, isn’t he? It’s hard for me to look away, I admit. A shame that he’s, you know…minorly disgraced.”
He Is Always Fucking Staring At Me
"She looks at me often whenever our good Hand of Noxus is around. I find it quite entertaining. Encouraging even."
"As entertaining as he is, I'd prefer he stay ten thousand feet away from Darius at all times. I will not have him stolen from me by an eccentric, fanged thing. He's got nice jewelry though, I'll give him that."
“This one always stares at me with such disdain. I mean, I can’t say I care, considering that he is not the first to give me the stink eye. All I know is that if he tries to bite me, there will be consequences. Little does he know, I also bite back.”
"I despise him. He has an honorary spot on my "humans to kill" list. The errands he sends Zako on are utterly pointless and a complete waste of resources. He has also done the "slow blink" towards me before. It makes me sick to my stomach."
Cyran studied the stranger, his eyes slowly scanning him from head to toe. He hummed and closed his eyes, taking a moment to sip his wine. "I know what you are."
"I can smell the rot on him. I really do not have much interest in conversing with another... vampire. Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick."
“I feel like we could talk for hours about the finer things in life. I do hope he accepts my invitations now and then. I think he may enjoy my gallery as much as I do.”
"Impeccable fashion sense. I can't be too nice though, the world will know I have a heart and feelings. Let's just be associates for now or something."
“Little does she know that everyone in my little organization knows about her strife. Tragic, truly tragic. Her mystery intrigued me though; mystery as in what is going on in her head. I would love a peek at those thoughts, but she is hardly social.”
"Yet another big name in the city. They all seem to blend after a while. To think I could've ended up living a lifestyle like his... I'm almost glad my parents got themselves killed. If they think that I've no clue of what they know of me, and what they do in the shadows, then clearly they know not as much of me as they think."
“Lady Masuyo is an incredible woman and a loyal customer. Frankly, I enjoy hearing the tale about how she murdered her entire family.”
“Strange does not even begin to describe him. Though, I do purchase the jewelry his family creates…and he has funded my projects from time to time. I suppose it is beneficial to be on his good side.”
“Dear, beautiful Lady Eleftheria. Easy on my eyes, but more than anything, fascinating to me. I can tell where her loyalties lie easily; not to Noxus, certainly, and surely not even to our happy little band of hemomancers. So long as I am not caught in the crossfire, I wonder how long it will be until she turns on the Circle.”
"Ugh. If there's one thing I hate, it's talking to him. He gives me the creeps. I keep my guard up around him, I'm no fool. Cyran has more to offer than he lets on, I refuse to be caught off guard by him."
“Ellaaaaa… Did you really have to wake me up for all that? I know I said that I would host this meeting, but I think those nobles are perfectly capable of waiting for me…” Cyran groaned and yawned as he sat up from his couch. “Never mind, never mind. I’ll go and deal with them. Just tell me if you don’t like anyone and I’ll kick them out with haste. Just make sure you give me the juicy details as to why.”
"They were perfectly capable of waiting, in fact, they waited an extra hour just for you, brother." She stands there with her arms crossed, waiting. When he stands she unfolds her arms and puts her hands on her hips. "Hah, sure. And if there's anyone you don't like, you know the signal. I'll make sure to insult them as rudely as I'm able to."
“I had other plans, but you always know how to make me stay longer than I should.” Cyran gave a dramatic, exasperated sigh. “Lucky you, I have money to spend; and you know that, don’t you? Naughty thing.”
"Cyran, do stay for the rest of my show! I wouldn't want you to miss the finale... Rumor has it he's big and burly... Just the way you like them."
“You would not be the first to underestimate me, honey. I doubt you like surprises. Now tell me: how does it feel to be locked out of a mind with centuries of dark knowledge? It must frustrate you with your inability to penetrate my mind. Poor, wicked dear. Say what you believe, you are not something I would dare to fear.”
"Tsk. Little bloodworm, you've been busy as a bee trying to avoid my advances. How pitiful! You already know I have no interest in you. Even with all of those jewels, you are imperfect beyond what I can shape into something new. I sense that you lock your mind whenever I approach.... Just what does your big bearded brain hide? All will be revealed in time, trust."